Lianjiang yearns for the old place. The telephone is sunny. In the first snow in Yuan Ye, the unique tranquility and serenity of the plateau echoed. The purity of the blue sky extends a mysterious smile and vastness. Without the ups and downs of confrontation, there is no nostalgia for green in life. Guangyuan after the snow is comfortably rolling up the magnificent melody of the Yellow River. Snow is a moving melody after colorful changes in nature. Back to higher purity. Snow always gives us a pure look back. When the green Yuan Ye presents endless competition, it will alleviate all impetuous and noisy winters, and this infinite curtain will be opened in time, and the returning nature will sing a lullaby in gentle fluttering. I think that the earth behind the clouds is covered with endless snow, and thousands of lives will lose their ability to move. Lost the expansion and arrogance of self. When the white theme of the universe is mentioned, the world of ice and snow echoing between heaven and earth shows its vastness to the fullest. In this selfless and helpless world, people can only feel the unique favor given by God in the air that flies respectfully. In the vast universe, all the mountains disappeared in the snow and fog. I can only hear the sound of goose feather-like snowflakes colliding with each other and scrambling to cover the earth. Only vilen, which has been silent for too long, echoed with the vast and tragic spirit in the snowy sky. However, in the western land with infinite white mineral deposits, a huge silver and glittering belt winds through the white land and sweeps across the desolate and cold land in the west. Stretch out vitality. This is the mother river of our Chinese nation-the Yellow River. In other seasons, on the yellow land full of vicissitudes of life, there is the eternal footsteps of the Yellow River moving eastward. After the flood, the barren land of disappointment has infinite vitality and expectation. Especially when a person walks in a deserted wilderness, the approaching sky is always telling you the tragic and sighing of history. Now in the vast land of heavy snow, when the huge white covers all disputes and confrontation, in the loneliness of heaven and earth, a feeling of helplessness and fear from God's severe warning is slowly covering the whole body. However, the Yellow River boldly drew a beautiful and vivid curve on clean land. -The Yellow River in the snow is writing a generous Pentium for us. If there is no Yellow River flowing in Yuan Ye in the snow, loneliness will make us lack strong confidence in the cold. It will dry up the yellow land forever. If the snowy land is pale, the eyes of hope will have nowhere to stay. In the snowy winter, there are too many whispers to the Yellow River in Song Dynasty. He is just wrapped in silver, waiting for the rich fruits of Ming Dynasty. The grandeur of the Yellow River can only be seen in the winter in the west after it is strong. It is the flash and pioneering spirit of the Yellow River. In the long winter, the other side of the island is beautiful and calm. The heavy snow in the west is too desolate in the fierceness, and only the flow of the Yellow River adds endless elements of struggle to this disappointed and indignant landscape. The Yellow River is the mother of the west, but in the white snowfield, in the lonely and helpless struggle, the Yellow River deserves to be the real soul of the snowfield. There is no snow, so we hit the Yellow River. Feel the grandeur of Chinese civilization for thousands of years. When there is snow, we write a hymn for the Yellow River, the soul of ice and snow. When the white earth after the snow reveals too much loneliness and loneliness, the Yellow River will lengthen the main theme of life. It will melt the rich western customs of history into the surging Yellow River water, and after flowing eastward, it will turn into the power of history, inject the blood of Chinese sons and daughters, and re-glow the tomorrow of the Chinese nation. Shining with infinite imagination of snow, Siberian wind brings light rain and flowering season. In this northern winter, I wander alone in the snow, through the sad space, towards the last cycle of the season. Today, the town finally waited for another long-awaited snowfall. Butterfly-like snowflakes fly gently, bringing the unique scenery of this season. She walks lightly, she walks slowly and is covered with elements. Wherever she dresses up, the snowy plain is as quiet as a virgin, the snowy peaks are cold and tall, the Yushu Qionghua is in full bloom, and the air is particularly gentle. Under her gentle comfort, all the agitation began to calm down, and the earth was quiet and peaceful, just like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms. In this world of silver makeup, this dazzling white makes the sky pale. What can we do in this quiet white? When our restless hearts calm down, we can feel how colorful the falling snowflakes are. What kind of flowers in the world can be as atmospheric as snowflakes? What kind of flowers can be as chic as snowflakes? "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"-this is the brilliance of snow; "Northland scenery, thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snow floating, looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, and I am boundless, the river rises and falls, I lost the surging"-this is the spectacular snow; "The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating"-this is the beauty of snow; "Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes the spring. It is already a cliff full of ice, and there are beautiful flowers "-this is the romance of snow; "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths"-this is the loneliness and seclusion of Xue. In fact, what I like best is "there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove;" It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? " It is such an artistic conception. Two old friends, sitting around a small red stove, are so warm in the thatched cottage with low clouds at dusk. It's just that in today's society, although there are many wines, there are few stoves and bosom friends are hard to find. This artistic conception is even more difficult to appreciate. I came to the suburbs alone, in the vast snow. Stop here quietly. If we regard this snowfield as a world, we are countless snowflakes scattered by God. Like falling snow, we were sent to this world by the wind of fate, but when we look back, there is no trace. We lie where we fell, waiting for the wind of fate to send us to another place again, or waiting for another snowflake to fly, and then quietly melt into invisibility. Just as there are no two identical snowflakes, there are no identical snowflakes in the world. Looking around blankly, what is colder than the weather in early winter is loneliness, which comes from all directions and penetrates my heart. In this cold silence, a warm voice gradually rose from the bottom of my heart: Did it snow there? Are you afraid that a fire will warm your hands and a smile will fill your home? Are you afraid of loneliness? Do you want to hear me say something sweet? Do you want me to leave you a snowflake? Xun Mei became a fairy tale in my dream. Petals fly around my long hair, leaving me with eternal concern. I think this is the best in the world. How many strong emotions it contains, my lover's thoughts, worries, worries and hopes are all in it. As the voice rises, there is also a feeling of disappointment. Can I find another snowflake in my life? Can I still hold hands with each other and give her this song? Who can accompany me to travel around the world on the coldest day? Seeing snowflakes flying like butterflies, I suddenly felt infinite sadness. Just like a butterfly that breaks its cocoon, how bitter does it take for a drop of water to condense and crack into beautiful snowflakes? How many hardships does life have to go through to be more sophisticated and brilliant? Looking forward to a snow I don't like winter, because I hate the cold and heavy winter; I don't like winter, because I hate the gray sky and the sleeping earth; I don't like winter, because I hate closed doors and windows and heavy clothes; But one thing, I must admit, I like snow. Some people say that snow is the purest in the world because it is so white and flawless. Some people say that snow is the dirtiest in the world because it is full of impurities. I don't want to know who is right or wrong, because I like snow, whether it is pure or dirty. I often wonder what kind of creator created such beautiful and lovely snowflakes. I think he must be a naughty angel, or she is a beautiful fairy. I often guess that whenever someone makes a wish, God will be a snowflake. When people's wishes come true. It flies, because it is the realization of wishes. Standing at the window, I made a wish. Then, I will always wait quietly, expecting a snow that belongs to me. Looking forward to a snow, I think, before long, God will definitely give me the biggest and most beautiful snow. Looking forward to a snow, I hope and wait. Rain always falls in the blue south, Hanshan Temple in Gusu and Xidi Village in Huizhou. Wet bamboo leaves, rice leaves, lotus leaves, willow leaves, fish scale tiles, oil-paper umbrellas, bird-covered boats, Qingshiqiao Bridge, Hengshan Mountain, Huangshan Mountain, Emei Mountain, Yandang Mountain, Hongze Lake in Taihu Lake, Dongting Lake and Poyang Lake, as well as Bai Niangzi Broken Bridge, Liyu Carved Fence, Peach Blossom and Wenlan Shirt. This is plum yellow rain. Cold rain at night, Wu, autumn pool rain at night-this is the rain in the south. In the drizzle of Xinghua Village in March in the south of the Yangtze River, the sweet and euphemistic Huangmei tune reminds people of the smoke from cooking in their hometown in the south and their childhood friends, as well as the sweet Huangmei opera in Huang Meiyu. A night of heavy snow in Li Hanrong, a snow-covered world, reappears everything in the world. The world has become a white palace. Crows are white, dogs are white, and black coal has become white. The grave has turned white, and that raised pile is no longer a person. However, it looks beautiful and meaningful. The quiet arc and slightly upturned posture make people feel that the land has the desire to stand up at any time. The falling and thickening snow makes it look like a bird lying on a plate. It is combing and spreading its white wings, and it will fly in a mysterious direction at any time. Snow falls on the ground, on rocks, on branches and on the roof. The snow fell where everything was expected. Snow is taking care of the dry land and our dry life. Snow fell all over our field of vision. Finally, the snow fell on the snow, and it was still falling. Snow was moved and intoxicated by her whiteness. Snow fell in his arms, and he fell asleep in his arms. Walking in the snow, we stopped talking. The snow spread the language in the sky, telling the ancient language. The snow in the sky is also the snow on the ground. We are people on earth and gods in heaven. The snow in the Tang dynasty has not melted so far and will never melt. The thickest snow is preserved in poetry. The snow that fell in my palm melted, reminding me of the love passed down from generation to generation. I really want to go to the clouds to see how this hexagonal flower is pushed away by the cold. What was her expression at the moment she spoke? Did she fall vertically or obliquely? Is she dizzy and scared when she walks down from such a steep and high sky? From water to fog, from fog to flowers, this life-and-death process, this touching miracle! The weak and great elves came to the world of mortals after a long journey. This one, another, and many others fell on my eyelashes. Were your past lives my tears? You found my eyes and you want to go back there. You have melted into my tears, and they are still my tears. Nothing has ever died except birth. Jingweihai is still brewing salt for us, and the wine glass is still Li Bai's wine, Li Bai's moon. As always, the river pushes ancient stones, and you can find the same handprints as ours on any stone. Last year or a long time ago, the well water of your figure was collected. I'm back in shape. Looking up, every snow is sending me your message. The snowman you created in the distant wilderness is me in the afterlife ... I dare not look at the snow. All I see are homeless and pure souls. I closed my eyes, sat in the snow and listened to myself quietly. Snow fell around me, it lifted me up and I became snow. The universe turned into a piece of white snow. The only day when God is not needed is when it snows. Heaven and earth is a white church. White worships white, and white praises white. White liberates all fallen colors. It needs neither a rescuer nor an enlightener. White has revealed and answered everything. White language tells the most solemn touch of the soul. The highest mountain tops are holding bright candles, and I vaguely see higher mountains in the distance. No matter how high the mountain top is, it is still snow, and it is still a great snow peak that we can never climb. In the days without God, I see more signs of God. All distances seen by spiritual eyes are sacred distances, waiting for us to arrive. When we arrived, we really found ourselves, so we set off again. The only day we don't need love is when it snows. There are so many white scarves floating towards you. You don't know how to cherish the blessings from the sky. Such ethereal gestures, such soft words, such pure promises. Let's not talk about the love that fell from the sky and came from the high road. This reminds me of those daughters who made water through the ages, all for love, from scratch and from scratch. They came and transformed the low hut into a simple paradise, and the cold wind swished the canyon and became a quiet corridor. Calling our names and village names in the waves, they roam in the clouds and take care of our lives in the high sky. They are our atmosphere, rain and snow. The only day when we don't need to write poetry is when it snows. All the poems are floating in the air. The tree's pen is quietly held. It wants to write a poem, but it is moved by it. So it stood quietly in the snow and in the poem. Those who don't read poetry, only poetry; In fact, there is no poetry, only snow, only endless tranquility and endless innocence.
After graduating from college, I want to leave my familiar environment and go to a new one, but it doesn't matter if I'm worried about being unfamiliar. Everyone has a familiar process. It takes about 1 year to get familiar with it after working and living for a period of time. Remind me to pay attention to safety and communication in the early stage, and I will really understand it when I get familiar with it. Don't worry.
How can you understand the local dialect in a new environment? Please refer to: I suggest you go to the local Xinhua Bookstore and buy a book about local dialects. It can help you do as the Romans do.
How to adapt to a new environment, keep a normal heart, and be kind and friendly to every friend around you!
Let parents go to a place where they can support the elderly and the environment is first-class, but the price is not too high? Happiness No.9, they have a well-designed outdoor garden, emphasizing comfort and lighting, and rich green vegetation, which is a good place for you to read and drink tea during the day or at night. Basic sports and fitness equipment, warm sunshine in the afternoon exercises your muscles, which is really a good place for leisure. There is also a multi-function hall that can accommodate 300 people for entertainment. Movies will be held regularly here, and at the same time, various Chinese opera performances will be organized irregularly, so you can enjoy and taste at the same time. There is also a gym in the activity center, which provides diversified projects such as fitness equipment, yoga and dance.
I always miss my present working environment, but the company wants to transfer me to a place I don't want to go. What should I do? Weighing the pros and cons, a good environment doesn't mean anything, but whether you can learn something good for your future. Besides, people always have to learn to look forward. If the environment is too comfortable, people will lose a lot of things, and it may be too late to find them. . . Being exposed to new things is not necessarily a bad thing. Don't be too pessimistic.
Why do I sometimes want to change my environment, but it is contradictory to change my place casually, because I can't easily adapt to a new place! The solution to the problem is simple: relieve the depressed mentality.
But the process will be a bit difficult, but it also depends on personal mentality. In fact, you still need to go out and face the society. If you watch more, your heart will naturally grow bigger, and you won't feel so entangled and painful.
Besides, are you so sure that you can't easily adapt to the new environment? And adaptability. Practice more, get in touch with different people and accumulate workplace experience. Naturally, you will understand the truth. You should pay more attention to what you say and observe more. Stupid birds fly first. Why can't you learn?
Don't always deny yourself, even if it is a small achievement, applaud yourself, which can dispel those negative emotions.
Finally, make friends. In fact, you don't have to think so complicated and terrible about interpersonal relationships. When you meet more people, you will naturally know how to distinguish between good people and bad people. What is there to keep a close friend at a respectful distance from others? You can select a few and gradually develop into bosom friends. This is about your management. In short, we must bravely walk out of the predicament, don't paint the ground as a prison, belittle ourselves and close ourselves off.
When you arrive at a new environment and want to know it quickly, what should you know? I'm just here. I think you'd better have a countryman. You can ask in advance.
For example, I am alone and have no acquaintances. I'll go to work first, ask my colleagues, and then I'll go around my work place to see the surrounding environment and living area, and then I'll decide where to live, preferably near my work place. It's best to choose a place with supermarkets and restaurants next to it. . Life will be convenient in the future.
I hope I can help you ~
I am an outgoing person, but I like a quiet environment! Is there a contradiction? This is normal. One needs balance no matter what. Some people, in everyone's opinion, like to be quiet, but they are also outgoing in other places.