When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, why not listen to the sound of life jointing and see the shyness of the bud? When the warm sunshine, accompanied by a slightly chilly wind, caressed the branches of peach trees, the trees were silent for a winter, filled with the breath of life, and the small green spots were mixed with a few small buds that had just emerged. They were vaguely hidden in the pale green bracts, and only a few small heads poked their heads out and timidly stepped forward to listen to its slight gasps. The shy expression is like a really beautiful girl.
When the buds are in bud, the flowers will open. The sound of rain in early spring echoes in the ear, and light rain beats on the window. Listen, listen, the sound of rain mixed with soothing sounds, as if the water drops inadvertently dropped on the sleeves of women walking slowly in ancient times, and as if her black eyelashes slipped through the air like running water; Like a gentle wind blowing through her hair, her skirt is flying, which is a beautiful scenery.
I suppose these flowers will bloom tomorrow? I fell asleep hopefully. The next morning, I put on my clothes and ran to the flowers. I am happy in my heart: the flowers are really blooming, and the pale pink petals are holding several golden stamens, smelling the flowers lightly, and there is a faint fragrance flowing in the air. It seems to be light red, covering a sky. A breeze blows through the flowers, a red song, and the rotating flowers are like flexible and graceful butterflies.
The blooming flowers are getting late in the evening, the powder is like a sunrise, and the falling flowers are falling one after another, which is simply shocking! When the flowers fall, pieces of broken and tired petals bow their heads to kiss Mother Earth. Squatting down, holding a handful of falling red, I can't help but feel sad, but Gong Zizhen once said: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." It suddenly dawned on me that they were not old, but reborn.
Their pink faces are still lovely, the wind comes to bid farewell, singing solemn songs and falling to the roots to provide nourishment for their next generation. The petals fall to the ground, which is selfless, silent and dedicated. Peach blossom's life passed away silently. ...
Because I slowed down and listened to the brave singing, elegant and beautiful singing and wonderful sound of landing of the newborn bud.
Now we are standing in the jungle of reinforced concrete, full of traffic and people, enjoying the rhythm of the city and playing the melody of spring with materialistic desires. Without the nourishment of culture, we can't bathe the nectar of culture. Indifference fills the corner, and ruthlessness fills the corner. Where will someone stop, listen carefully and warm up?
When we stand quietly by the water, full of footsteps, listen carefully, ah! listen to ...
Slow down composition 2 Slow down and look at the shabby wardrobe. Approaching it, you can see a little girl's clothes neatly stacked there. Touching it gently, the rough needle and thread hurts people, but to me, it is as smooth as silk. Unconsciously, my thoughts have already flown far away: I think of the person who sewed this dress and my busy hands under the lamp. ...
Suddenly, an old voice sounded "misty, misty" in my mind.
I looked for it, but I saw a warm picture: grandpa was sitting by the bed, holding a dress in his left hand and a needle and thread in his right hand. He bent over by the faint light of the desk lamp, and the needle and thread in his hand kept wobbling. Just like two flat lines in life, they will never intersect. Grandpa saw me coming, put down his needle and thread and clothes and waved to me. I walked over, but I heard a sentence: "Grandpa has bad eyes, please help me put on a needle and thread." At that moment, my heart thumped and my thoughts seemed to have returned to my youth. Grandpa sewed clothes for me with the help of weak light, but it was easy to penetrate the thread. My back was straight and my hair was black and white, but the sewing was crooked, like a fat caterpillar, which was ugly.
I was muttering, "It's so ugly. Too ugly. " Grandpa put down the needle and thread, picked up the scissors and cut the heavy needle and thread.
I only saw this ordinary word at that time. What about now? I saw that under the light, every stitch and thread of grandpa was full of love. How much love does a pair of hands carry under the dim light?
My eyes were moist and my thoughts flew back. I looked at grandpa silently, but I couldn't help patting him on the back. I silently picked up the needle and thread, smiled and said, "You can't miss it, because you will never get old, and you will live a long life."
Grandpa smiled with relief. I felt something pass over my face coldly. Suddenly, a pair of calloused hands gently tried to shed tears for me.
Looking down at the neat thread lying in the clothes regularly, I was more moved and my sewing was getting better and better. Is it because of me?
Slow down your heart and feel with your heart: at this moment, the light is better, reflected on grandpa's gray sideburns, his rickety back, and the soft light licks grandpa's wrinkled face. Also, on that shabby wardrobe ...
Slow down composition 3 calm down in the noise, lower your head and smell the flowers in the world; Free yourself from hard breathing, close your eyes and listen to the wind dancing in the depths of the bamboo forest; Stop in a hurry, lift your face and stare at the ever-changing clouds. The road under your feet is not only muddy, but looking back at every quiet scenery along the way, you find that too many beautiful things have been occupied and too many treasures have been forgotten.
Some people only think about the reward at the end of the road, but they are exhausted from running all the way; Some people just want to harvest while walking, so happiness is as simple and happy as picking up wheat ears on a quiet country road.
When asked about the secret of writing, 90-year-old poet Thomas Strom said, "I just write slower than others." It was "slowness" that created beautiful poems and wrote the miracle of Nobel Prize in Literature. Today, when contemporary poets are complacent about their "high yield", how sad it would be if there is no more artistic feast polished by time and experience! How sad it is that people today disturb the beauty of light clouds and light winds with their hurried steps and dilute their endless touch on life! Thomas's wisdom and greatness have been refined into a poem in ten years, and it is an invincible flower in this flashy world of money.
Everyone has a long way to go, but you don't have to run for the final reward, otherwise you may be at the end of your tether.
Occasionally slow down, stop for a moment in the quiet beauty between heaven and earth, and let yourself rotate more fully; Endless Mercedes-Benz, with messy bags, will fall into a deeper whirlpool.
Marie Curie won the admiration and admiration of the world with her amazing efforts. Unlike the great and diligent female scientist people imagine, she doesn't shut herself up in a boring laboratory all day, but loves traveling and nature. Compared with the aura of fame and achievement, she exudes a fresh breath of love. Whenever she wanders with her husband and daughter by a sparkling lake or on a flowery Yuan Ye, she will surely feel the mystery of nature. It is relaxation that gives you a sigh of relief, so that you can print a more sonorous footprint on the road ahead.
There is a poem that says, "There is no doubt in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village in the darkness." When the mind is stuck on the long and boring road, looking at the key points, the ideal is diluted by anxiety and haste, so you might as well walk slowly and feel the cycle of the four seasons; You might as well stop and feel the direction of the wind. If you stop in a hurry once in a while and measure the length of life with the eyes of taking a snail for a walk, it is just eternity brought by a moment of beauty.
Take your time and enjoy it. The world welcomes you back.
Slow down composition 4 let's slow down in the process of growing up and then slow down, and don't lose ourselves in the rush.
Slow down your pace and your mind will grow better.
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When I first read this original novel carefully written by Zhang Hong, I was deeply moved by it. After reading The Little Peas by the Window, I seem to feel the same way: parents' love for their children is always the greatest and most selfless, and the love of these two mothers seems to be wiser and more tolerant. ...
This is a novel suitable for children and adults. Basically, the protagonist Yang and others in the novel are the true portrayal of the author's daughter, and the mother Donnie of Yang and others is the author himself. The novel vividly and concisely describes the primary school life of Yang and others, mainly telling their own stories, the story of Yang and his mother Donnie, and the story of Yang and the "atomic bomb" among naughty deskmates, teachers and other students. These stories come from their real life, so they are very kind and compassionate to read.
Yang and others, an innocent, transparent, optimistic and naive little girl, let her grow up freely in a natural way in a warm family just because of the tolerant love of her parents. She doesn't need to suppress her nature to accept all kinds of intensive training, and she doesn't have to face "failure after competing with her peers, or criticism from teachers" and may be scolded and scolded by her parents after returning home. These are all due to Yang's innate sense of humor, her ability to feel happy, her unlimited creativity and imagination generated at any time and place ... all of which surprised and moved my mother! Mother's forgotten childhood world was awakened again, and she wanted to relive her lost childhood with her daughter. Therefore, her daughter enjoyed a pure, happy and carefree childhood!
All this makes me envious and moved. Envy Yang's "natural" happy childhood, touched Downey's mother's tolerance and wise love.
We are growing up day by day, and our childhood is beautiful and short, and it will never come back, so we should cherish the precious time with our family, teachers and companions and enjoy it with our heart. Let the pace of growth slow down, then slow down, and don't lose yourself in running around. Slow down your pace and your mind will grow better.
These, perhaps, are what the author wants to tell us: what is the most precious thing in childhood and what is the most needed in childhood. May all parents and children in the world can read it!
My uncle is a person who loves reading, and he also hopes that I can read more and study more. He always delivers books, so I will read them carefully. Uncle said:&; Ldqu has grown up and needs to read some books about growth. I will send you some copies. & amprdqu Among them, I like the book Slow Down and Grow Up very much. It tells the story of a girl named Yang et al. who grew up in primary school for six years, and her life at school and at home. In my opinion, this experience is full of pure and lovely colors.
Among them, I like &; Grandma ldqu warned her daughter &; This chapter of rdqu. Toni, the mother of Yang and others, is an editor and has very high requirements for words. Yang's composition was not well written, and gradually, it became the fuse between mother and daughter. Donnie always reads Yang's composition &; Ldqu lions roar at rdqu for a while. Grandma thinks Downey has seriously damaged Yang and others' confidence in composing music. The more criticism, the more nervous you are, and naturally you can't write well. Donnie repented and realized that she had killed Yang's dream writing, so she reflected on herself and became a better mother.
The relationship between children and adults is actually. If you give your work to someone stronger and more important than yourself to judge, you will feel a little uneasy and think:&; Ldqu, am I okay? & amprdqu However, it is our parents who judge us. In our life, parents are the most powerful and important people. Their criticism may be that they want us to be more perfect and not to make mistakes. However, inadvertently, our parents ruined our confidence. If we want to do a good job, self-confidence and relaxation can always help us succeed.
Donnie finally concluded that being a good mother requires not only love, but also extra self-control, extra thinking and extra wisdom. Dad said after reading the book:&; Ldqu Yang's mother is really admirable. I want to learn from her and let my children grow up happily. & amprdqu If parents can find shortcomings in their children and themselves like Yang and other mothers and correct them, I believe this will be a happy family.
I have always believed that there is a kind of love in the world that will never grow old and will be meaningful in the years. Just like the love between teachers and students, no matter how many vicissitudes you experience, the warmth you give will always remain in the memory of your palm.
Teacher Wang Shumei's love story gave me some warm memories.
How many math teachers want to be in your class! Because you are an experienced class teacher. That year, I became a lucky dog.
I feel your charm because the students are ordinary.
Fan Xiao is really a headache girl. She not only drags her homework, but also has poor living habits. The whole body is always dirty and looks sloppy. I argued with her for a whole school year.
In the sixth grade, I was in the class, so I was lucky enough to take your class. I introduce Fan Xiao to you for the first time. You listened carefully, smiled and said, "Take your time, it will change." I don't believe in change unless a miracle happens.
One day, I found Fan Xiao's hair neatly combed, with a short ponytail, a pink bow on it and a beautiful hairpin on each side. I said to her, "Today, you are so beautiful!" She smiled shyly and said, "Teacher Wang combed my hair." At that time, I often saw Fan Xiao move the stool to your office and leave school together after school. It's very pleasant for you to talk while walking. Later, you let the monitor Kiki and Fan Xiao sit at the same table. You said you should use the power of example to infect Fan Xiao. ...
Day after day, it's flat. Once, when I was correcting my homework, I found that the monitor Qiqi's homework was wrong. I wonder in my heart, how can an excellent Kiki make such a low-level mistake? I glanced at the cover, ah! It turns out that this is Fan Xiao's exercise book! I am surprised that Fan Xiao has changed so much! The homework is similar to Kiki's, neat and beautiful. This is really a beautiful misunderstanding!
At the class meeting, you praised Fan Xiao and showed her exercise book and Kiki's exercise book. Fan Xiao smiled when her classmates cast envious eyes on her. Happy and confident smile!
In the following days, Fan Xiao was never criticized by the teacher for dragging his homework. She always likes to come to you when she has something to do. She has become a beautiful girl.
Before, I had been looking forward to the changes in Fan Xiao, but haste makes waste. Miss Wang, it is your love education that has changed her and me.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Slow down the pace of love and wait for the moment of blooming. This is the wisdom of education.
Wait seven or five years, maybe six years! I can't remember it clearly, because the days when I was absent gradually seemed really far away, and only a few scattered fragments were left in my mind.
I remember a picture. ...
After school, the school gate was crowded with people. My eyes are sharp, and suddenly I can find my grandfather looking around among a large group of parents who are probing. Sure enough, grandpa is anxiously standing on the high platform of Jiangsu Bank and looking at the school gate.
My heart is full of joy and bad laughter. I lowered my head, carefully swam away from the crowd, jumped behind him, and shouted crisply, "Grandpa!" " "The tall man turned around and smiled and said," Is school over? So an old man and a young man went home.
I am still immersed in the happy campus life, walking forward with a small class card, and also "ordering" my grandfather to go seriously, otherwise the money will be deducted. So there was this picture: I walked in front, and my grandfather strode behind with my small schoolbag on his back. Young and old are very serious, attracting passers-by to pay attention.
You may have seen this picture.
I know, at that time, grandpa always slowed down, and there was nothing he could do, just to make happiness last longer. ...
Later, with the growth of my grade, I didn't need my grandfather to pick me up, and I rarely went to my grandfather's house again.
Until last Thursday.
Grandpa is waiting for me at the school gate again. I am walking out of the campus with my classmates, talking and laughing, and talking in full swing. He just stood there, still smiling, and his wrinkles seemed to deepen. I was surprised and excited: Why did Grandpa come? !
"Grandpa!" I ran over and smiled at him. Long time no see. I said hello to my classmates and went home with my grandfather.
Along the way, it seems to be full of silence. Grandpa can't keep up with me. Am I walking fast, or is grandpa really old? I passed by Jiangsu Bank again, as if I heard the beat of my childhood coming home again. "Duck, duck, duck …" Grandpa's nonstandard Mandarin hit my heart word by word. Heart, a sudden quiver, a sour feeling.
I can't help it. Slow down. Grandpa followed, still smiling so brightly. I cleared my throat and asked in a childish voice, "Grandpa, why did you come to your house for dinner today?" Grandpa's voice didn't change much: "Because grandpa misses you!" " "So an old man and a young man went home happily again. I can't help it. I just want to spend more time with my dear grandpa.
Yes, I can't help but slow down, for nothing but to accompany my closest relatives and my best childhood playmates.
"Duck duck, duck duck ..."
Did you hear that loud slogan?
Slow down composition 8 Every morning, we are woken up by the alarm clock, hurried to school, and hurried home to do our homework after school until late at night. We have been walking so hard that we seem to forget that we can stop. We always think that the most beautiful scenery is in the distance. In fact, if we slow down, there will be scenery on the roadside.
The beauty of life is like the wildflowers on the roadside. Although it is not the most beautiful flower, it is worth watching and picking. With the company of wild flowers, the road of life is beautiful and bright.
It is true that life is a process of constant exploration and pursuit. With the acceleration of the pace of modern life, slowness seems to be deviant. However, while we are moving forward blindly, we ignore the essence of life. We will eventually get what we want through hard work, but when we look back, we find that some things can never come back. Even if you were willing to exchange everything you have now, why did you do it in the first place? Stop properly in the process of chasing. Watching TV at home, having dinner with my family, the things I pursue will accidentally meet my dear friends. There are many beautiful things in life, and it is a pity to rush by without looking at them. Slowing down and stopping to appreciate the beauty in life will make life more exciting.
Su Shi has always been loyal to the monarch and helped the world and the people, but his career was bumpy and he was repeatedly relegated. Encouraged by his friends, he also learned to fish on the river and make friends with fish, shrimp and elk. This made him discover the beauty of landscape and plain beauty, and preserved this beauty in many popular ci works handed down from generation to generation. Imagine that if Su Shi blindly thinks about how to return to the imperial court, he will suffer heavy losses. On the contrary, he pays attention to the roadside scenery, makes his mood happy and leisurely, and makes his life a moment of leisure.
As a painter, Van Gogh always wanted to create a stunning work, but he couldn't realize his wish after thinking hard. When he was helpless, he went out to see countless sunflowers in the wild, which made him move, and the prototype was formed at this moment. As the saying goes, there is no place to get it, and it doesn't take much effort to get it. If Van Gogh had wasted more time thinking hard in the studio, he could not have painted such beautiful works.
If we can follow the example of Su Shi and Van Gogh, walk all the way, observe all the way, slow down, learn to enjoy the beauty of life and make life more meaningful.
Slowing down the pace of life appropriately does not mean self-indulgence. A person who can't adjust himself will never become a successful person. Just like a spring, if it is stretched too tightly, it will only lose its elasticity in the end, and so will people.
Slow down and enjoy life. Go all the way, enjoy all the way, relax and enjoy success.
Slow down composition 9 slow down and let your soul keep up.
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In a hurry, time slips away with the passage of pen and ink; In a hurry, time slips away in our dreams; In a hurry, time abandoned us because of our hurry.
Because we are in a hurry, we no longer have leisure to talk; Because we are in a hurry, we can't enjoy the scenery along the way; Because we are in a hurry and lost in the fog, we can only go forward without lamenting.
On a rare weekend, my classmates and I made an appointment to go to the library to finish our weekend homework. I went out an hour early because I didn't want to be late. I extended the 20-minute journey to an hour. I didn't continue on my way, but slowed down and enjoyed the scenery on the roadside.
The streets are filled with the smell of early autumn, and the leaves are scattered all over the floor, full of poetry. The autumn wind blows slightly, and it feels like my mother's hand is touching me. The wind in early autumn is not cold and biting, but it adds a little coolness and makes people feel refreshed.
I went straight ahead and was stopped by a pair of grandparents when I crossed a gravel road. Grandpa's legs and feet are inconvenient, and grandson walks with help. He also tells one or two jokes from time to time to make grandpa happy, and grandpa also asks his grandson about his study at school from time to time. I followed, unable to break this harmonious picture.
After walking the gravel road, back to the street, all kinds of pedestrians are rushing forward. Some aunts are dancing with tape recorders. They talk while walking and don't forget to hum some dance music. There was a young man, dressed in fashion, who hurried to the appointment. Holding a big bouquet of roses in his hand, he walked straight to a convertible. He turned into the car, turned the key and the car was gone.
I walked slowly and seemed out of step with the people around me. I thought: Why the hurry? Because we were in a hurry, we gradually forgot our original dreams. Why not slow down, let our thoughts fly and let our souls keep up? Slow down, all the scenery is beautiful for you; Slow down, all the flowers are blooming for you. Slow down, find your original dream and listen to your inner voice.
When I entered the library, the students had not arrived yet, and I had to sigh again when I thought of what I saw, heard and thought on the road. In the third grade, we were in a hurry because of intense study. When we slow down, we will also find that too much time has been forgotten in the time that has slipped away in a hurry. Looking back, there are only grades and schoolwork left.
So, let's hurry, slow down, let the soul keep up and enjoy our own time.
Slow down the composition 10 Nowadays people seem a little rusty on the word museum. I don't know when the museum has gradually faded in people's minds. According to statistics, China people go to museums once every three years, while the number of Russians who go to museums every year exceeds half of the national population. This is really worth pondering. Why on earth are museums ignored by us?
The primary reason is that people are not eager for knowledge. As people grow older, they gain a little more experience and maturity, but what they lack is children's curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Even children of three or four years old will pester their parents to ask various "why" when they visit the museum. Looking at those eager eyes, I have to say that we are not even as good as such a small child! The thirst for knowledge gradually fades, and students study for grades or work needs, but they don't know that museums are the halls of knowledge. When you come here with a real thirst for knowledge and a research heart, you will feel that every collection is telling you a mysterious story, and you seem to be communicating with them heart to heart. Here, you will definitely appreciate the style of the museum.
Have a strong thirst for knowledge, of course, can not be separated from thinking, and in this era of the development of light speed, the level of science and technology has gradually improved, people's pace of life has also accelerated, and people's hearts are impetuous. Few people are willing to slow down and think deeply about one thing, and museums are such a place to calm our hearts. Only when you are calm can you think independently, and only in a slow-paced life can you not be hindered by other people's views. When we are busy in the fast-paced life, we might as well slow down and walk into the museum. Facing the mysterious exhibits, we will definitely think and feel, and our hearts will definitely calm down. "Cultivate a kind of peace in your chest", think peacefully and experience your slow life peacefully.
To change the status quo that museums are gradually neglected, we must start from ourselves. The rapid development of museums is just around the corner. Let's slow down and walk into this temple of knowledge!