Rain drops down, like a continuous line, falling to the ground and splashing beautiful flowers. I stood at the window and looked at the ripples in the water. I can't help thinking that we came into this world, just like countless raindrops falling on the ground, born indiscriminately, but with different personalities. Some are as quiet as streams, and some are as surging as the sea.
Water is still. Her innate gentleness and beauty are desirable. Soft sunlight shines on the water, showing her unique charm. The girl shyly hid behind the bead curtain, revealing a faint beauty, just like the soft water lying quietly under the lotus in the lotus pond, turning the smile given to her by the white clouds into eternity.
The simplicity of Jiangnan water town is perfectly combined with water. There is a boat floating on the water in the distance, with two rural women sitting at the bow, and the melodious Jiangnan tune is getting closer and closer. Walking on the old street, I often feel that the old look is still there, and the charm is still there. Bridges, flowing water, people and water towns are so poetic because of water.
The beauty of Venice lies in the perfect combination of its waterways and architecture. The waterways are long and winding, the sea water is green and clear, and with typical European architecture, every side of Venice is a picture that people can't forget.
The water began to flow again. Every drop of water starts from the stream, and begins to cross the river, rush to the sea, turn into steam, turn into raindrops, fall into the stream, and so on. What remains unchanged is his persistence.
Some people say that "women are made of water". However, I clearly saw Mulan's dashing and heroic spirit on the battlefield, and saw Joan of Arc's unyielding figure in the fire. Water is so hard.
Open the dictionary of ancient Millennium culture, where there are many poets and tourists, pinning their lofty aspirations on the water. "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days" reflects the grandeur and magnificence of water; "The trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; If the stars are brilliant, if they are out of their territory, "it shows the grandeur of the sea, the boundless mind and the majestic atmosphere of swallowing the galaxy." "At this moment, water is no longer pure water, it is endowed with emotion and strength.
A person can be as still as a stream or as moving as the sea. It is because of this combination of dynamic and static that the world has become rich and colorful.
Outside the window, the rain is still falling, and my thoughts are still far away. I quietly looked at the ripples in the water ...
Tree association
I believe that the most common things in the world also have their beauty. Such as humble grass has its strong beauty; Dead leaves have the beauty of their dedication; The soil under the rose also has its nourishing beauty. ...
I like kapok tree, I like its confidence, straightness and pride.
Whether you are in many tall trees or on the roadside, it is easy to find and recognize the kapok tree, because it gives people such a simple feeling. There are no lush foliage and colorful flowers. It's very common, which makes people look comfortable and like it.
The world gave this ordinary tree another name that is not gorgeous, but solemn and meaningful-Hero Tree. You have to think this name is appropriate. When you touch its tree, the small bumps and rough bark on the tree will remind you that this is the scar left by the hero after many battles. I especially like to watch kapok trees bloom and see those flowers with striking colors and exaggerated sizes. There are no green leaves, although there is nothing elegant, but it adds a different flavor to this tall kapok. The kapok tree is dyed red, just like the body is soaked with blood, and the blood-stained soul can better reflect its tenacity and unyielding. Don't you think it's still standing firm, as if it were a hero who stuck to his post and fought to the death to defend his country?
However, although this hero tree symbolizes heroes, it does not have that kind of domineering. It feels so warm and harmonious. Rather than guarding the country, it is better to just guard the peace under the blue sky, which maintains such peace. ...
This year, the big red flowers on the kapok tree appear again, and the trunk of the kapok tree still supports this vitality with its steady and solid branches. Looking up, it is still my favorite piece of red, blooming in my favorite tree, and continuing to guard this harmonious and quiet piece under my favorite blue sky.
Soil combination
Who doesn't want to have an ideal career? Who doesn't want to have a brilliant future? I thought hard, has my life been spent like this?
An accidental opportunity. Let me really understand the soil. So my thinking has also changed greatly. The topic I want to talk to you today is "Association of Soil".
In places with beautiful mountains and rivers and charming scenery, you can often see towering trees and flowers. It makes you relaxed and happy, full of poetry and painting, and sincerely admire. However, at this moment, have you noticed the soil under its feet?
Perhaps, you won't pay attention, because it is so obscure that you only know how to devote your life, regardless of personal gains and losses. Although people are unwilling to face it squarely and ignore its causes, they are still willing to be growers of flowers and trees. As the saying goes, "it's fun to plant flowers and trees." This selfless spirit, this unswerving sense of responsibility for the cause, can not but be said to be the value of the earth.
I often wonder, isn't the profession of nurse a noble character of the earth people?
In the early morning, when people are still sleeping soundly, they patrol the ward to check the clues of the patient's condition. Their hard work and sweat spilled in the patient's room, leaving their sincere footprints. Their gentleness and sincerity make depressed people stretch their locked brows, cheer up depressed people and make painful people smile often. Only then did they really realize the value of their existence.
Although their work is very hard and ordinary, and their pay is very low, they are often looked down upon by the world. But they enjoy it. Because their cause is the lofty cause of mankind, and their work is sacred and great. Although they didn't produce a ton of steel, a grain or a foot of cloth for the country, there were builders who were cured by themselves in all walks of life in the motherland. Their achievements are our pride, and their happiness is our happiness.
Water association
In the tunnel of history, I want to find the happiness of Su Shi's "the oblique wind and drizzle are slightly cold, and the light smoke scatters the willow beach"; I want to regain the melancholy of Du Mu's sentence "Pear blossoms are pale and Bai Liu is dark green, and I am disappointed by a snow in the southeast"; I want to understand Li Bai's lofty view that "sailing alone, the blue sky is exhausted, and the Yangtze River flows in the sky". These are masterpieces of nature, which endow poets with burning talent. It is expected that under such a clear and lofty sky, how can people not be open-minded and integrate with heaven and earth? In the twists and turns of reality, I envy my predecessors for their spotless nature, clear world, and especially those beautiful rivers and lakes. On the busy street, I looked at the motionless mountains in the distance, which were so majestic and majestic. It is too far away from me. I wonder if it's the same as before. But as soon as you bow your head, the world is full of water: greasy sewage from pubs and restaurants, black and yellow foul-smelling wastewater from factories and enterprises ... all kinds of water come together and rush into the river mercilessly. Day after day, year after year, those filth float and swim in the water, and the deposition diverges, making the green water change color and the green hills change color! Looking around, there is mud everywhere. How can we not bow our heads, not be gloomy, not sigh, and not remember the bright and clean world of the ancients? Do you know that water soaked with pollutants will return to your cup through various channels? Do you know that "a grain of mouse excrement can spoil a pot of porridge" because a little bit you put into the water may make your home fresh and uncomfortable? Do you know that your children and grandchildren may be on the verge of survival without water because of your carelessness or indifference? Are you willing to bear such a crime? Can you bear it? In the era of heavy metals, there are only a handful of sweet streams in the stream, which are precious. Where can I find a vast and pollution-free river? Water is the source of life. Everything thrives in the rain and dew, but water is not inexhaustible. In the face of human extravagance, it is shrinking and will eventually dry up. When one day this 3% fresh water is really broken into pieces, how will human beings handle themselves? How much responsibility should this city bear in this selfish and chaotic era?
Grass association
On the eve of the vernal equinox, the stars are shining in the ethereal sky, and the quiet path is full of spring melody, so the dull and quiet life has a new look, and it glows with vitality in this elegant melody. In this quiet life, the vitality of life is revealed and everything is brilliant. I walked leisurely in this quiet field, mixed with a little noise. Suddenly, a burst of words disturbed my childish mentality. "Ah! Dude, tomorrow is the vernal equinox. Should it be cute? " "What's the hurry! Isn't it the vernal equinox? It's not too late to wait for the rain to germinate! " "If the vernal equinox doesn't sprout, we will fall behind other grasses!" Only after listening to this low voice did I know that they were grass. "Send it to you! Let me rest for another season! " ..... One day later, I was still squatting here, only to see a piece of green grass growing on the hard land, and I looked at it in surprise. A week later, I am still squatting here carefully, observing their every move. I happened to see that tall grass bent down like a kind old man and said, "Hey, man, didn't you say you had a rest?" Why not send it now? "This is a long time ago". What's the hurry? "Answered its question, Gao Cao felt helpless and couldn't wake up its confusion, so it straightened up and began to grow again. A month later, the two kinds of grass are still the same. When summer came, I saw the grass that was willing to grow and grew into a tall, strong, lush, refreshing and natural grass. Under the breeze, it is full of amorous feelings. At this time, the sleepy grass seems to feel the heat of summer and the exposure of the scorching sun, which makes it breathless, so it breaks through the ground, but it is at a loss, because all the grass except it is unusually neat and tall, and their height is very high. Why, at the beginning, when you think about this, the newly sprouted grass will … "It is also a grass, one chooses to struggle, one chooses to wait, one chooses to advance, and the other chooses to cringe; The same grass, one can keep pace with the times, but the other can only stumble, one can stand tall in the breeze, but the other can only cry slightly in the grass; The same grass, one seized the opportunity, but the other gave up the opportunity. "Opportunity" always exists, but "Seize the opportunity" does not always exist. "I can't help but sigh.