No matter how much you wish, everyone's life experience will not be as natural, beautiful and warm as the rising sun in the morning. There will be some small setbacks around you, but don't worry, as long as you have enough perseverance and the spirit of keeping your word, these are just the prelude to victory.
He can't remember how many times he failed. Like last time, the robot made in front of us bravely ended his life after a flurry. "How can such a work be handed over to the teacher?" He snorted and threw away the remote control in his hand, and the sweat on his forehead slipped with the action. There is a little sunshine in the afternoon wind, but it can't smooth the rough sea in the hearts of teenagers. Irritability flowed in him like a fish, and he began to hate these failures and his "stupid" brain. He couldn't figure out why he tried so many times without success, and sometimes it was even worse. Withdraw from the election? He shook his head at the thought of the trusting and gentle eyes of the female teacher. His eyes inadvertently turned to the corner, where his failed works were piled up. He got up and walked over and picked up a robot that was already covered with dust. He hardly laughed. He still remembers how "blue 1" rolled into the glass. These two, guess stone, cloth and scissors always produce the same thing. What's more, this ... that ... smiled unconsciously and climbed into his mouth. He remembers these "failures" and had a pleasant experience with himself. And in contrast, every time is a little more progress than the previous one, more or less, there is always. Thinking of the boy who knew nothing about circuit assembly before, he suddenly found himself growing up a lot. Every failed experience is a teacher who tries next time, which is precious and worth cherishing.
He smiled to himself, pulled up his chair and started new experiments and attempts. He believes that he can succeed, and the important thing is persistence. It didn't work this time. I will do better next time! In this way, the teenagers in the afternoon were called back to fighting spirit and hope began to burn. He told himself: failure is also a wonderful experience, which inspires you and inspires you to fight again.
Success must be the strength and result that makes everyone happy. But in the pursuit of success, please don't ignore your previous failures. After all, they have accompanied you and proved your growth. Isn't it beautiful?
A love butterfly that devours everything flies.
The warmth of early spring is still cold, showing a charming figure in the early morning. Sunny spring pours slowly in a clear flute like water. Run to the earth and soak in the branches. I can't help but say, "A butterfly that devours everything is flying, and the mountains and rivers are still in the past tense." If you taste it carefully, it will be as refreshing as tea. Perhaps only the mountain people with pure hearts and no desires can understand the most beautiful season in the world.
Walking on strangers, I feel poetic and elegant, and I am not in a hurry. Looking far away at the fields where spring is near but there is no spring scenery, Xiao Liu drinks butterflies among the flowers, pinning this little dream. There is thick green everywhere, and a swallow is busy holding mud to build a nest. All the colors of spring are hidden and dark. An all-consuming love willow shakes, butterflies fly, bees fly, and the charm of March is also fully displayed.
The early spring morning breeze is mixed with a little coolness. On a sunny morning, you can still feel the misty droplets. Floating on the face, with the chill of early spring. The coolness immersed in the skin has the tenderness of spring in the bones, and people's hearts are proud of the spring breeze.
The flowers on strangers are actually some unknown wild flowers, clustered together. Blue as grass, golden as autumn chrysanthemum in September, silvery white as snow in winter, which puzzled passers-by's eyes. The children swayed their petite figures in the breeze. When the warm sunshine pours down, they bloom in the wind. In the chilly morning breeze in spring, facing the first ray of sunshine, they bloom their own beauty! Unfamiliar flowers bloom at the earliest, fail at the latest, and have tenacious vitality, which eclipses those delicate flowers that can only bloom in the season like princesses.
I remember when I was a child, the sky was blue and the white clouds were long. A group of urchins, in the beautiful spring, weave willow branches with leaves into rings according to the size of their heads and tie them on their heads. Girls who love beauty will also pick beautiful flowers by the roadside, with colorful decorations in willow garlands, shy light dances in the fields, and youth and beauty are written on immature faces with bright smiles like flowers. ...
A love that consumes everything may indicate the arrival of this spring. Spring should not be sad, let's walk with the sunshine. A whole-hearted love may be the beginning of a new cycle. Unconsciously, the flowers in your hands can already be tied into bundles, smelling the breath of spring. Maybe the wet soil on the ribs is like the prince's yearning for his princess. ...
Close your eyes and hold exotic flowers and grass, as if you can hear the sound of everything growing in spring. Those flowers seem to bloom in an instant, and I am in the flowering jungle. The beautiful colors of bees and butterflies shuttle back and forth in the stamens of strangers. ...
The quiet music has not stopped, and my thoughts are still surging. Maybe it really returned slowly like the ancients. At this time, I was lost in the spring breeze and fascinated by the blooming flowers in the building. At this moment, I am very satisfied; At this moment, I suddenly felt detached and ethereal Let me fondle my face at will. I may be like everything in that spring, looking forward to the next new reincarnation and making a simple and beautiful life promise …
Submerged in the breath of spring, I may also be a stranger's flower. When the wreath is woven on my head, I stand in the spring breeze persistently, smelling the fragrance of young flowers and feeling a kind of wholehearted love. ...
I almost fell down in front of strangers. Suddenly I feel that these bunches of flowers bloom and fall, but they bloom and fall for the sake of human history and culture. I dare not say that I can touch history and culture, but I can consciously touch the delicate and tenacious flowers of strangers. The slow return of a hearty love not only means leisure and poetry, but also has greater significance, that is, let our hearts be quiet as flowers in a quiet hearty love, return to nature and return to human history and culture.
In a quiet dream, cover yourself with clouds and floating light in March, take another bunch and slowly return.
Slowly, my heart is that I almost fell down in front of strangers. Suddenly I feel that these bunches of flowers bloom and fall, but they bloom and fall for the sake of human history and culture. I dare not say that I can touch history and culture, but I can consciously touch the delicate and tenacious flowers of strangers. The slow return of a hearty love not only means leisure and poetry, but also has greater significance, that is, let our hearts be quiet as flowers in a quiet hearty love, return to nature and return to human history and culture.