1 We live in an era of information explosion, and all kinds of information are spread in the form of fragmentation. Eyeball economy and network celebrity economy have become the main theme of the times. So-and-so webcast monthly income of hundreds of thousands, so-and-so star in order not to lose powder, in the recording scene of the program to play all kinds of tricks. WeChat friends circle all kinds of screens, QQ space everyone shows off, universal social platform provides us with all kinds of real-time tweets, and the era of information fragmentation leads everyone to evolve into a "low-headed family"
My 70-year-old grandmother has only a primary school education. She didn't even read newspapers before, but now she uses a smart phone. She squints at her mobile phone every day and posts articles about "cancer", "health" and "the first outflow" in the WeChat family group from time to time-she also hopes to keep up with the times and brush her sense of existence. They often ask us, "Did you read what I sent?" ? I never opened it anyway. But grandma will still quarrel with grandpa because of trivial matters, and do all kinds of "work" as usual, and there is no big change.
In the background of the great era, I sat in front of the mirror and looked up and down:-I am not beautiful, and it is definitely not possible to eat by my face value; I am not a "learned" person, and I will not piece together many sensational and convincing essays. I still have a lot of math and physics homework and ABC, and I can only sign in once in a while in a circle of friends. My friends think I'm unsociable, and I'm just a shallow wry smile.
Driven by this powerful social trend, it is not easy to be independent. Sometimes, I will habitually open social platforms such as WeChat and QQ, brush the space and look at my circle of friends. However, when I came to my senses, time had passed quietly and there was no image left in my mind. Although SMS has quit our most commonly used communication method, when an emergency happens, I will call the other party immediately and contact him in the shortest time, instead of editing a WeChat slowly, clicking Send and waiting for the other party to reply.
After school, after-school time is more precious, and it is not worth wasting time brushing your mobile phone. When I get home at the weekend, I will open the reference news sent home these days, smell the ink books and understand the current news during this period. Or soak in the library, find a corner to sit down in the silence of the crowd, with a row of bookshelves of China classical literature on the left hand side and a collection of foreign classics on the right hand side. Why not open a book and immerse yourself in it?
The times are progressing, science and technology are developing, and fragmented life is an inevitable trend. In the eyes of some people, it may be attractive and valuable. But for me, its rich eyes and glitz far outweigh the benefits and help. The era of fragmentation has brought me a lot of confusion. In contrast, I prefer the era of ink and books. In this era, it is very rare not to forget your initiative and independence. I hope I can keep this mentality all the time.
There is a saying that "I don't know autumn and winter if I live in the south for a long time", and I don't know where it floats to my ears, so I wonder, who knows me so well? A bosom friend is hard to find!
I don't know whether it's today, the summer has passed very slowly this year, or whether this small town has been forgotten in autumn. Autumn has come, the summer heat is still playing here, and the winter clothes I just bought are buried in the closet. I was surprised when moon cakes danced like stars and the moon. Is the Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon? "
Unexpectedly, the footprints of summer have not been erased by autumn, but the god of winter has come with a storm.
Playing ball is booming, and suddenly I find that it has been blackened by rain. Wow! With a bang, the rain poured down like a buckled basin. Like summer, a cloud of white smoke rises from the playground. With the disappearance of the heat wave, white smoke makes people feel like a cold smoke, but we laugh at the students who didn't bring an umbrella or more clothes next to them: "Wow, it's raining. The unlucky people didn't bring an umbrella. Wow, it's so cold. The unlucky people don't have clothes!" The rain stopped, and I saw you jumping and running! "On the way home, I sat in the car and watched the wiper drain the rain smoothly. Seeing the contrast between cold and warm, I couldn't help but say," What a heavy rain! Winter is coming! "
Autumn in the south is not cold, there is no golden yellow, a fallen leaf flies down and turns green! I really want to go to the great plains of Ukraine in autumn to see colorful fallen leaves and see the red sun shining on mature sunflowers.
Autumn in the south ... can only be said to be hot, not cold.
Winter in the south is not cold, there is no snow, and there is no biting wind, so every year. To tell the truth, I really want to see Moscow in winter, see the real winter, and see the German Blitzkrieg defeated in the cold at the gates of Moscow.
Winter in the south ... can only be said to be cold, not cold.
Autumn and winter in the south.
In the vast Pacific Ocean, there are countless islands formed by submarine volcanic eruption, the largest of which is Hawaii in the United States. Hawaiian island is inhabited by people from many countries, such as Americans, Japanese, China and, of course, local aborigines. Hawaii has beautiful scenic spots, such as Pearl Harbor, Diamond Head Mountain, Dinosaur Bay, Fountain Cave, Dafengkou and so on. The waves beat against the rocky coast and beach, carving the outline of the island in an ever-changing way. The blue and light of the sky reflect the transparent color of the sea surface, making the underwater reefs flicker like a kaleidoscope. However, an ordinary animal on the island attracted me deeply, that is, birds.
birdie
In Hawaii, there are countless birds and streets can be seen everywhere. There are many kinds of birds, some of which have sharp mouths, big bodies and beautiful black and white feathers. Some have long mouths, short legs and pure white feathers, which are quite special; Others have round mouths, small bodies and yellow-brown feathers, which are more common. These birds have different habits, such as gluttony, vigilance, boldness and belligerence.
"Brave" bird
There are so many birds in Hawaii that people usually don't want to disturb them. Over time, they formed the habit of not being afraid of people. Birds are often around people, and some even crow loudly around people. However, people hate birds most when they eat. Birds steal people's food and eat people's leftovers. It's no use for the hotel waiter to spray them away. Soon, they flew back, but there was nothing they could do. According to the tour guide, when he came back from the dining table not long ago, he saw a bird eating the food on his plate. What a brave bunch of troublemakers!
Interesting bird story
Have you ever seen sparrows eat fish fillets? Once, I ate in a restaurant in Hawaii. Because I was interested in the surrounding green trees and flowers, I accidentally dropped a fish fillet while eating. But just then, a bird flew over and flew away with a fish fillet in its mouth. I was dumbfounded. Another time, there were three pigeons on the balcony of my hotel room. One seems to be waiting for someone, one is walking back and forth on the railing and the other is wandering on the floor. I fed them bread crumbs and they ate them right away. But to my headache, one of the naughty pigeons actually shit on the balcony floor, which is really unsanitary!
Although there are so many naughty and unhygienic birds in Hawaii, they are indispensable small creatures in nature, which add a lot of fun to people and create a beautiful world with birds singing and flowers fragrant.
There is a mountain in my heart, and its name is Purple Forbidden. Don't say I copied the name of the Forbidden City, I just want it to live in my heart forever. When I am sleepy, it will call me: wake up, wake up! Have you forgotten your promise? Don't you want your parents to be happy forever? Wake up! When I am tired, it will wake me up: you are tired so soon. Can your parents live on you in the future? When I cry, it will get angry: you are a loser!
I think, without it, I would not know where to go, and I would wander in the noisy crowd.
But one day, my friend told me that she was disappointed in me. She said that I was a bookworm all day long and had no human feelings. When she left, I just stayed there giggling. My parents told me that they thought there would be a child who was smart, smart and understood his parents' hearts, but they were wrong. They can only leave me with pain, an indescribable heartache.
It doesn't matter if my relatives are disappointed in me, but the mountain in my heart fell down inexplicably. I tore my heart out and shouted, "Shan, Shan, are you leaving me?" In the gloom, I responded to the familiar voice: the mountains in your heart are everywhere! My destination today lies in your thoughts, and your success or failure will face my existence.
Pain, burning in my heart; Respond in your heart; Struggling in the fire.
Tears in the eye pupil instantly turn into butterflies.
Ah, butterflies! Where are you going to fly to find your happiness? Or to find your freedom?
A tear in your hand turned into a pearl.
Unlock my most mysterious waiting
The stars are falling and the wind is blowing.
Finally hold you in my arms again
Believe me, I am sincere.
I promise to wait until the Millennium.
No matter how many winters have passed.
I will never let go.
Hold me tight for a long time
Looking back in the afterlife.
Be together again
The salvation of painful love
Sleepy, sleepy, crying, may I turn into a butterfly, let my heart calm down, there will be no pain ...
Ask again: What is pain?
It turns out that five or six years is so fast! I have been looking forward to a little faster time since I was a child, so that I can grow up. Wishes are beautiful, and childhood is gorgeous. In these six years, what impressed me most was probably the eyes of my companions.
Those sharp and keen eyes, at first glance, know that it is the patent of our class monitor Ma. She is the representative of Chinese class in our class, and she is also the monitor, who has a higher status in the class. That look will probably only appear when she receives Chinese homework! Every time she receives homework, as long as she stares at her eyes, even if there is a "big fairy" standing in front of her, she will quietly give up her homework and hand it in.
Needless to say, the passionate eyes knew that it was Wang Zeyu's patent. When this look appears, it must be the teacher or classmate who needs help. Whenever someone needs help, Wang Zeyu will stand up and help. Although she is a little impatient and grumpy, her original intention is to help others and think of others.
Lovely eyes and poor eyes are so cute in it, but don't be fascinated by his eyes, because he must be playing a prank at this time. In the class, this man's reputation is well known. This is Li Wenqi. His hobbies are interesting, but he is well known.
At this time, my eyes seemed to see the eyes of my classmates again: proud eyes when I was praised, proud eyes when I finished my homework, and proud eyes when I got an excellent class. ...
Ah! In the month before graduation, even the naughty and unlovable eyes of the students now seem so sincere and precious. This is my classmate's eyes, which have been printed in my heart. I will always remember my partner and our class.
My earliest knowledge of the moon originated from the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. At that time, I thought the moon was a mysterious palace. I really wanted to get the fairy medicine that could fly, and I also wanted to fly to the moon for a short stay. So I began to pay attention to the moon, listen to songs about the moon, look for pictures about the moon, and recite poems about the moon. ...
There is a song "Curved Moon", which makes the moon so picturesque, romantic and gentle, so quiet and sad ... It makes me close the window and watch the moon every day. However, the moon I see is always unwilling to show a dim, fuzzy and tired face. It is neither romantic as a boat, nor sad as a broken moon, nor pure as a "white jade plate" ... The chief culprit of all this is air pollution. In order to comfort my lost heart, I used to take the circular headlights on the roof as a full moon and shoot them with a camera through a transparent partition.
I stopped looking forward to the bright moon with the window closed and began to love poems about the moon.
The moon creates a sad atmosphere for the literati. "When is the moon in spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, so the country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. " This is the sigh of the king of a country. Sighs are full of desolation and nostalgia for past luxury; "Until, holding up my cup, I ask the bright moon, bring me my shadow, let the three of us" expresses the poet's romantic feelings, as well as his inner loneliness; "The moon is full, sunny and round, and this matter is difficult to complete in ancient times" tells the joys and sorrows of life and helplessness.
The moon also paves the way for the homesickness and homesickness of literati. "The moon is now full at sea, and the horizon at this time is * * *" tells the endless thoughts and faint sadness in the author's heart. "When will the bright moon shine on me?" This kind of expression similar to shouting expresses homesickness more incisively and vividly. "When is the bright moon? "Asking for wine from heaven" breathed out the poet's desire to reunite with relatives and friends. "
Many of my relatives are in a foreign land, which is rare once a year, especially on holidays. The sadness of homesickness is more intense, and it is most appropriate to express it with "missing your loved ones twice on holidays". At this time, the moon has also become synonymous with my sadness and missing.
Although the photo of the moon above me is a little insufficient, it is a full moon night after all. I miss it, and there will inevitably be a little sadness in my mind.
Today's heavy rain has been raining and finally stopped at four o'clock in the afternoon. I'm tired of watching TV at home. As soon as I heard that the rain had stopped, I clamored for my mother to take me out for a walk.
Walking, we came to Baihe Park. After the rain, the air in Baihe Park is fresh. From time to time, a small fish pokes its head out of the river and wags its tail at me, as if greeting me! Then, we came to the lotus pond and saw the lotus in full bloom in the pond, which reminded me of the poem of Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, "The lotus leaves are infinitely beautiful, and the lotus leaves reflect the sun in a different color." Faced with such a beautiful scenery, my mother and I were intoxicated. ...
Seeing the pink lotus like an umbrella against the green lotus leaf, I want to pick one for my mother, but it seems to be fighting with me. No matter how hard I tried to pull it out in Badou, I was almost pulled into the river by the lotus leaf. Fortunately, there was a big stone next to me. I held on tight and finally got out of danger. It's really "if you survive, you will be rewarded"! There is a naughty little brother next to him. He picked up a stone and threw it into the water next to me, which made me wet all over. I almost became a "drowned rat"! I was about to get angry with him, but then I thought, my little brother didn't mean to, so forget it. "Adults don't care about villains", and I won't care about this little boy. Playing and playing, how time flies, the sun went down, and I went home happily with my mother.
Walking today is really fun, much better than watching TV at home and ruining your eyes!
A grain of sand that accidentally enters the shell will not become an emerald-like pearl if it is not tempered every day; A tree accidentally left in the cracks, without rock-like ambition, can not grow into a rainbow-like welcoming pine on Huangshan Mountain.
I remember it was a day in the fifth grade next semester, and it was raining in Mao Mao. The bell rang and we left the classroom and walked to the school gate.
Just out of school, I was stunned by the sight of people on the left side of the gate. There are many passers-by in front of a food stall, and the number is increasing. In the crowded street, everyone stopped to look at it. I wonder: "How can there be so many people in front of a food stall? Why are there only a few people in front of the food stall next to it? " A strong curiosity prompted me to step forward quickly.
Before I got to the front, a wisp of fragrance floated in through the wall, which made me take a deep breath. I turned to look at other food stalls, and the bosses looked at this food stall with envy and hatred, with a look of hate and helplessness. I waited for a while, and the crowd finally dispersed.
"Ah! Young man, what do you eat? " A slightly hoarse voice floated towards me. "A China hamburger" I casually replied.
"Bang Bang ..." The sound of the spatula hitting the iron pan floated into my ears. I looked into his hand and saw that his hand was turning up and down with a spatula, which was in harmony with his stove. In a short time, a golden Chinese hamburger came out of the pot.
I quickly took it and took a bite. It was crisp outside and tender inside. At this time, I chatted with him first, and he said that he had worked here for almost five years, and few people had bought his snacks. Until a few days ago, a classmate led a group of people to buy snacks, and many people followed suit.
I was shocked by what he said. He has worked quietly here for five years, and I can't help but admire his tenacious perseverance.
Accidental success must be woven with perseverance.