It is always written in "composition of senior one in distance high school 1" that life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance. Nowadays, people always yearn for the distance, want to go to the equator to feel the thrill of tropical rain forest, want to go to the southernmost part of the world to feel the extremely cold ice and snow, and want to go to 60 degrees north latitude to see the dazzling aurora. But if we can't even feel the flowers closest to us, how can we talk about feeling the distant world?
The poet Wang Guozhen once wrote that all distant places have a temptation to us, either beautiful or legendary ... Go far away, go far away, and the familiar places have no scenery. Is there really no scenery in a familiar place? Actually, it's not. Just because our authorities can't see it. We always yearn for those beautiful things, but we can't see the beauty around us. In the final analysis, it's all because we lack a pair of eyes to find beautiful scenery.
Nowadays, tourism has become a trend, but if you think about it carefully, isn't tourism also a way for us to take a look at other people's familiar roads and the most familiar and unfamiliar scenery? Once upon a time, there was a story about a tea picker who accidentally took it to another village and was very happy to see colorful flowers, but the villagers in the village could not understand this happiness. What is there to be happy about seeing these flowers? As bystanders, we are well aware of the truth contained in this, but from another angle, aren't we just wondering villagers? Maybe we traveled all over Qian Shan, over mountains and mountains, just to see the scenery that is insignificant to others.
There are clouds in the ancients and nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so I will give you a spring. Everything has passed, why did the beauty that was once regarded as a treasure by the world disappear before our eyes? No, it's not! Maybe it hasn't disappeared, but we just can't see it. It is time to strengthen the education of beauty. We should learn to discover and explore, and strive to pursue every such fragrance around us.
Only by exploring flowers at close range can you deeply feel the wonderful stimulation from the equatorial tropical rain forest, the cold wind from the southernmost tip and the magnificent aurora at 60 degrees north latitude. We should try our best to speak out for the education of beauty, so that every generation of China people can discover the beauty around them and continue the beauty left by the ancients.
I don't want to travel all over Qian Shan, climb mountains and go to see the beauty and legends in other people's mouths. I just want to stand by and watch the window, hear all the sounds and feel the flowers.
Yes, life is not only the immediate life, but also the close-up fragrance of flowers worth feeling.
Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you. Cold eyes and ruthless words push me step by step into the abyss, and I can't jump any more. Even if I stay here, infatuated with love, but can't say I love you, then my heart has long been far away. I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart. I dare not ask you if you know I love you. Even if we love each other, we can't be together. Even if true love is invincible, we can only pretend not to care. I can't feel the rhythm of my heartbeat, and I can't find where your heart is drifting.
Love is an eternal history and eternal law. Because of love, let us meet; Because of love, souls depend on each other. Blocked love is farther than the distance between life and death.
Trees can be connected by dense branches and leaves, but the branches of the same root cannot depend on each other in the wind. But the stars in the eye meet, but there is no intersection trajectory. Even if there is a miracle, it will only be separated forever in an instant and nowhere to be found. This is more than two parallel lines, which continue to the ends of the earth and are still equidistant and will never be seen.
Fish and birds are separated by water. Birds have wings, but they can only look at the fish from a distance. Fish swim all their lives, but they can't get close to a reflection. Did the fish shed tears all his life just to leave an illusory shadow in his world? Or do birds fly all their lives just to find them?
The furthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you and you can't hear me say-I love you.
Tagore said that the furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. I found: "The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death/but when you stand in front of me/I don't know that you love me."
The distance from shore to shore is not much, as long as there are ships/planes, or wings .../every corner of the country is just a small globe. The mountains are not far apart, as long as there are cars/ropeways or footsteps .../The earth is already a village. And I am close to you, but it seems far away.
In childhood, you were the pillar of your family, and your dependence on you was worship. In my memory, when I opened my eyes, you had left home and it was already dawn. The sunshine in summer is like a thorn. Your dark skin is dyed red with thorns, and the sweat on your forehead keeps on. I ran to bring you water, but you urged me to go home quickly. After drinking the water, I was busy alone. I look at you from the threshold, but I can't get close. In primary school, you were a dignified uncle in the hearts of your classmates, but you were puzzled by your worship. I took my friend home and we chatted happily in the bedroom. You entertain my classmates with fruit and a big smile. Suddenly, the room was quiet, and you left soon. When I ran to find you, you were out of the house, and I saw you come back with a yellow sunset in the evening. I asked where you were, but you didn't say anything, only asked if my classmate had left. I looked at your distant figure on the road, but I couldn't get close. In middle school, you were a silent listener on the other end of the phone, and what you didn't understand was missing. Carrying a heavy bag, I try to adapt myself in a strange place. Sometimes when I see someone like you come in at the school gate, I will stop to see if it is you. Every time I talk to my mother on the phone, I really want to know your recent situation, but I never call you because I seem to be used to the distance from you. As soon as we get close, we will only go further and further. You never call me, just listen to my voice in my conversation with my mother, just send me a message when I want to go home and tell me where you will wait for me. I miss you here, but I can't get close. In high school, you are a weather-beaten father, and what you miss is worry. Asphalt road is a road with both hope and danger. You run around this road every day, for me and for this family. In the campus, under the big tree, you are eagerly looking for me, but at that moment, the years of hard work on my straight back made your body tired, and I think your heart was probably tired on the way I grew up. Childhood is passive and teenagers are ignorant. As time goes by, I realize that our distance is the protection of your love for me. Now, the farthest distance is no longer distance, because I already know that you love me.
We have been looking for touch, in fact, touch is around us.
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The wind caressed the fallen leaves, and the originally lush trees became no longer full of vitality. The withered and yellow leaves are scattered on the branches, adding a trace of desolation to the scene. The weather is getting colder and colder, and people's clothes are gradually increasing, but it is only the body that is warm, but it is not warm enough. It is only touching, warm and penetrating people's hearts.
A very ordinary day, life at two o'clock and one line, has always been a person running back and forth, but because of such a person, an ordinary thing is not so ordinary.
I walked home from school for nearly three years, and I am familiar with everything on the road. Until one day, when I was going home, I met a man at the door, my father. It is not common for him to pick me up. In my impression, it is unusual for my parents to pick me up. So when I saw him, I was a little surprised and a little happy.
Walking on the road, I don't know if I'm not used to this atmosphere or don't want to talk. In a word, none of us spoke first. Cars are coming and going on the road, and sometimes I feel like brushing my body. At this time, a hand pulled me from the car to a relatively safe place. Not far, just the distance between my father's shoulders. Maybe he thinks I'm safe like this. My heart seems to be surrounded by a warm wind, warm. I woke up, too. I began to tell my father all kinds of interesting things that happened at school. The atmosphere was suddenly brought up by me, and my father's face was gradually full of smiles. He always listens to me quietly before expressing his views, but he never says anything disappointing.
Under the protection of this "safe distance", I got home safely. I felt different on the way home this time. The feeling that makes the heart warm and full.
Dad is always careful with me at ordinary times, afraid that I will be angry with him or get hurt. But today, this action without hesitation makes my heart warm and moving.
Only one shoulder's distance, but it moved me deeply. Facts have proved that moving needs us to discover. There are many touches around us waiting for us.
Today, the wind is still stroking the green leaves, and everything is full of vitality. The weather is warm, which makes people feel warm. This is all because I was moved and found something that moved me. Just because the distance between that one shoulder warms me.
The furthest distance in the world.
Not the distance between life and death.
But I'm standing in front of you.
But you don't know that I love you.
Tagore
When she was very sad, she seemed to know that her father hated her. My mother died in childbirth. Although father and daughter live together, she never dares to play with her father like other children. She just kept her head down quietly, followed her father closely, looked up at the tall figure from time to time, kept a half step away from it, and dared not approach it again.
Father is a quiet man who likes smoking. When eating, he always eats it three times and two times, then lights a cigarette and smokes it silently, watching her bend her head and quietly pick up the rice in the bowl amid the flickering smoke. The smoke choked her and she couldn't stop crying. Tears fell in the bowl one by one, mixed with rice, and there was an unspeakable strange taste. Her tears flowed down bit by bit, so don't worry about her father seeing it. The distance and "smoke" across a table will not be found by her father.
At the parent-teacher meeting, all the students huddled with their parents and chattered endlessly. Only she sat beside her father carefully and never dared to go beyond the distance of only one punch. Her father seems indifferent to her academic performance. He never praises her because she often comes first in exams, nor does he blame her for her slight decline in grades. It seems that dad knows that she didn't win the first prize that time because she made two mistakes on purpose.
Distance, distance.
She and her father are like two parallel lines, following the same trajectory of life, but never intersecting. Yes, just the distance. No, it should be said that it is a seemingly insurmountable gap.
Later, my father fell on the construction site. In the hospital, watching her father lose weight day by day, she was worried but helpless. The burden of life seems to be on her at once, going to school, taking care of her father and running back and forth. Father seems very silent, as if nothing had happened. I just had dinner and gave up smoking. Her tears had nowhere to hide, and her tears saw her father's red eyes.
One day, my father suddenly took her hand, shook it and took out a crumpled piece of paper:
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
Tears burst their banks and poured down. The composition "My Father" assigned by the junior high school teacher has only these four lines in her composition book.
You said that you would continue to love until the passage of time, until our smiles were no longer clear, until it began to snow all over the world, and then we stood at the top of the Burj Khalifa to meet the flying snowflakes. Quietly waiting for the other party's promise, even if you are convinced, it will not last long. Maybe there are stories about you, me and him, maybe dreaming of eternity. Finally, no one is a part of anyone.
Sorry is my cowardice, my stubbornness, my persistence has become your heartache, and I only heartache your heartache. Often two people shoulder to shoulder, together into endless thoughts. Missing brings unprecedented sweetness. In fact, I don't like you at all, cold and aloof. The night is haggard, wishing on the stars, suddenly finding that the mountain is darker than the night, and then the corners of your mouth rise, imagine your sky-blue shirt. At sunrise, the air is filled with fresh sunshine, and at this time it is full of drowsiness.
Passing by a park with a big lake, the atmosphere is very bleak and lonely under the invasion of yellow leaves. Maybe it's because I'm in a bad mood Because on the less dense lawn, there is a happy bride in a pure white cotton candy-like wedding dress, holding the hand of her beloved. Even the surrounding buttonwood trees are swaying shyly. I walk slowly, and every step seems to take me forever. Suddenly my heart is full of happiness, maybe I was infected by them. But actually I understand, because I thought of you. You said that long-distance relationships always become insignificant because of love. Really, I believe. Therefore, the tears that were about to flow out were driven away by my stubbornness. Only a full face of melancholy.
Busy life has gradually blurred everything about you, and I'm afraid that even if one day you stand opposite me, we will meet and pass by without expression. I tried to recall the colors at that time, every picture and every note of that summer. I just can't read or guess the lyrics. I sleep on you when I am tired, and I listen to the cold jokes you have told countless times when I am sad. I am sure that happiness has come into my life, and it has stayed for a long time, and now there are only traces left. But I think that even if there is nothing, I will always wait for you. And the only thing I can know now is the weather forecast.
I want to hold your hand, your soul, and you suddenly turn away, leaving me with the distance between heaven and earth and the tears on my cheeks that are about to dry up.
I often went to my grandmother's house to play when I was a child. My grandmother took my little hand and stuffed me with some candy. I sat side by side with her on the threshold, barefoot in the mud. She sang old songs and looked at the lake in front of the old house. Ducks are about to swim into the reeds. Her eyes are so far away, even to the cemetery on the hillside, to the edge of the sky. But she still holds my hand and is still by my side. You can see her old smiling face.
When you grow up, adults say that people who are too old can't get too close to their children. So, every time I have a family reunion dinner, she sits in the east and I sit in the west, and sometimes I see her thin figure busy shuttling in the kitchen, or in the old house or in this dark yellow soil, but I don't get close, keeping this "safe" distance. She sat alone on the threshold, beating firewood and singing old plays. Her tone was smooth and orderly, but I didn't understand a word. I can only see her seemingly absent back, and she can't get rid of the loneliness and loneliness that makes people feel cold all over. Her aging breath tugged at the heartstrings, flapping the wings of the wind and slowly flowing into the distance. She spent the rest of her life looking into the distance. I sat on the bench, chewing the candy my grandmother put on the table, and said softly, Grandma. She turned her head, stood up happily and said, good grandson, grandma has a good time here! She walked into the room quickly, and I silently looked at her flying silver hair and said to myself, sugar is so sweet!
Now, I will never see her again. I can't see her one last time, even if I want to hold her hand, even if I want to rest my head on her shoulder. I want to hold her hand, her soul, her eyes, but she turns away. I just let the tears stay where they are and slide down my cheeks quietly. The cold wind in front of the old house dried my remaining tears. At dusk, I tried to sit on the low threshold. I looked, and finally saw dark green layers of reeds, graves on the hillside, and clouds in the evening. Those old songs are ringing in my ears again, and I suddenly feel so far away. There seems to be a screen blocking my eyes, which reminds me of the "safe" distance that adults say. I am helpless.
I am the distance between heaven and earth. I use my irresistible love to send you warmth, so that you are no longer lonely, no longer lonely, and no longer have a distance with me.
The distance from the end of the white clouds should be called far. Outside the window where butterflies are flying, it should be called near here. Far is far, and near is near, which cannot be confused. But distance is not indispensable.
Today is my mother's birthday, but I am in a foreign land and can't go home to celebrate with you, so I feel guilty.
I remember when I was a child, I was weak and sick. My mother often stewed some supplements such as ginseng chicken soup and sent them to the kindergarten for me to drink. On holidays, there will be the custom of buying chickens and ducks. My mother always puts chicken legs and duck legs in my bowl.
I liked to eat strawberries when I was a child, but I didn't eat much. Mother planted some pots of strawberries on the roof. When the red strawberries are ripe, my mother always gives me the biggest and reddest ones on a small plate. Every time you eat one, you will laugh happily and be happy for a long time. This is, my mother will look at me happily.
Now, I have been studying outside. I miss every dish and soup my mother cooked for me, my mother's nagging and my mother's kind words.
I dialed the number of my hometown at random. "Hello," my mother asked, "son, you should pay attention to put on more clothes when the weather turns cold."
My heart was suddenly sour, and my mother still missed me so much. "Happy birthday, Mom!"
"Oh, thank you, son. Your health and safety are my greatest happiness, you know, hehehehehe. " I heard my mother smile happily as before. My heart is warm.
The other side of the ocean is far away, but the beloved is heart to heart; Roommates are close, but there are many strangers sharing the same bed. The end of the world is far away, but Wang Bo sang, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor.".
I wish my mother happiness, health and happiness.
What is the farthest distance from composition 9 in senior one? It may be an endless universe or an eternal where will you go, but I think the furthest distance in the world is the deception and betrayal of people's hearts.
The vast universe. Since ancient times, there have been many stories about myths, which are related to the sun, moon and stars. Chang 'e and WU GANG put a mysterious veil on the moon, which was unveiled by human beings through constant practice. It turns out that there are no Chang 'e and WU GANG on the moon, which are the crystallization of the wisdom of working people. In ancient China, there was a legend about the myth of the cowherd and the weaver girl. Their self-sufficient life is consistent with people's life under the ancient small-scale peasant economy. It can be seen that myths and legends are not fiction, but also contain our traditional culture. Even Chang 'e I, the first lunar probe launched by China, was named after Chang 'e, and the mystery of the universe is no secret. I believe that in the near future, each of us can feel the joy of traveling in the universe. Therefore, the furthest distance in the world is not the vast Ningzhou.
The eternal separation of life and death. Every time I visit Tomb-Sweeping Day, the world is a lonely and calm image, and people miss their dead relatives, friends and lovers. However, in the sadness of nostalgia, will you think of the good expectations and wishes of your relatives, lovers and friends? If they are lovers committed to life and death, one party will die, the other party will be heartbroken and even forced to go with the lover. What is the world like? Love that teaches life and death is widely celebrated. But I think the living should replace their relatives and do things that the dead don't have time to do. If the other party has parents, they can be filial to each other. Although the living and the dead are separated by yin and yang, they are always loyal to love. Therefore, the furthest distance in the world is not the eternal difference between life and death.
Cheating and betrayal in human heart. In today's society, there are often some frauds. For example, some good-hearted people helped the old man to get up, but they were sued by their families. This made many good-hearted people feel chilling, and some people learned to touch porcelain and extort money from others. Such a bad atmosphere has formed in the whole society, which has led to a series of serious problems. For example, an old man fell to the ground for two hours after a sudden illness, and passers-by just took a casual look and walked away. Finally, the old man died, not because he didn't help, but because he was afraid of touching porcelain, afraid to help rashly, and even stopped caring. So people don't trust each other and cheat each other. Isn't that the furthest distance in the world?
So I believe that the deception and betrayal of people's hearts is the farthest distance in the world.
10 dusk comes, the dazzling light in the evening is covered by thick dark clouds, and the ears are full of rumbling thunder. The raindrops are scattered on the road, among trees, on people's heads and faces.
The street was full of people sheltering from the rain, and suddenly two figures bumped into my sight. Two girls were holding a white umbrella. The umbrella swayed slightly with the girls laughing, and the rain beads fell into the puddle along the eaves of the umbrella.
I stared at the two girls with ecstasy, as if I wanted to see my past from us. Heavy studies and parents' expectations make me overwhelmed, and my life and friends are gradually drifting away. I don't know when my contact with my friends began to decrease. Think of the figures who walked together in groups before, and then look at the appearance of a person now, I can't help but fear and fear.
The rain gradually subsided and the sky gradually began to recover. Seeing a cloud moving slowly along the wind through the window, it also approached another cloud, and I suddenly felt a little relaxed.
The distance between people will never get farther and farther, just whether the two sides want to get closer or not. Wang Anyi wrote in "Three Forks", "What's it like to walk once in the world? It's like walking alone at night. " Fortunately, my life is in groups.
Catch up with the distance, close the distance. Perhaps with the passage of time, two people's life trajectories will be very different, or even completely different. But the distance is not set by heaven. I can artificially change the distance between us. As long as both sides intend to have each other in the future. As long as two people's hearts are together.
Look up at the sky again, the rain has stopped. That cloud is still moving slowly, just like I am sitting on the bus now, ready to find you.