The nectar of the soul 1 Everything in life is like pure nectar, which moistens our hearts.
Encouragement may be like dew, it always lingers around me, quietly coming and going, but I always ignore it …
My father is a man who is not good at expressing himself. Every time he cares about me, it makes me suspicious and even disgusted. Exams always come to mind because my carelessness gave me a bad score. When I got home, I only wrote the word "sad" on my face. My mother has been comforting me when she saw me like this, and she bought some desserts specially, hoping to make me feel better. I walked towards my father with heavy steps. And he just broke my renewed hope with cold eyes and kept complaining. I was so angry that he saw the disdainful expression on my face. He pretended not to hear and walked upstairs step by step.
As for me, I'm not in the mood to argue with him because I made a mistake in the exam. I kept going up the stairs, and when I reached the corner of the stairs, I saw him again. He gave me another look, but I felt a little warmer than before. I froze for a while and went upstairs again.
I slept alone in the bed, and it was almost 12. I didn't fall asleep because of the annoying exam. At this moment, I saw a ray of light under the door. I take a closer look, it's not light, it's a look. Dad's eyes, his eyes are full of hope for me, his eyes are encouraging to me, his eyes ...
Dad, at this moment, I understand your eyes, which is an encouragement to me. The indifference in your eyes is beyond your expression, and the hope in your eyes is that I can be happy. I ignored it again and again, and now I'm grown up. I hope you can forgive me for misunderstanding again and again.
An encouraging look is the dew in my heart, which moistens my heart.
The nectar of the soul composition 2 Life without books is like the sky without the sun; Wisdom without books is like a bird without wings. -inscription
Days with books always make me happy. I like sitting on the balcony or park with a favorite book in my hand in the early morning when birds are singing, enjoying the fragrance between the lines, natural fresh or profound language, vivid images and sincere and touching stories. These are like a trickle, gently flowing in my heart. At the moment, flowers and grass are in front of us, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Walking in Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, I feel a faint lotus fragrance blowing from the lotus pond where Tian Tian dresses like dancers, which is refreshing. I seem to hear "like a famous song played on a Brahma bell", which gently touches my slightly injured heart. This is an immersive feeling. Although summer has passed and I am full of sadness, I am also infected by the warm breath of summer, and a sense of happiness arises spontaneously. In this way, the pain in my heart will disappear.
When I am intoxicated with Mr. Lu Xun's words, I will feel the patriotism between the lines. When reading Lu Xun, you will think of that thin face, two sharp eyes and unyielding bristles; Reading Lu Xun's warning that "wasting time is tantamount to chronic suicide" will always wake you up; Have China people lost confidence after reading Lu Xun's book? Will make you stand up and face life positively. ...
Whether it is a famous masterpiece or a newspaper or magazine, I feel very comfortable in the singing of birds, the whistle of the wind, the whistle of insects and the ensemble of nature, so that a youthful and restless heart gradually settles in the book and my heart returns to calm.
Book fragrance, like inexhaustible nectar, moistens my soul.
On the edge of the community, there is a wall, which stays there quietly and endures the wind and rain. Until one spring, I happened to pass by and a touch of new green came into view. I looked around, and a small Parthenocissus was huddled in the corner, with faded walls, one big and one small snuggling up to each other.
A few years later, I moved out there, and I went back to see the walls and Parthenocissus. Parthenocissus tricuspidata has occupied a corner of the wall and has some sustained growth momentum. Only then did I clearly see that it was not a tree, but many trees. The yellowed old wall that accompanied the original moved me deeply.
This spring, it rained in Mao Mao, and the old house was rented out. My father and I just came here to visit the ancient walls and Parthenocissus tricuspidata. The old wall should have been torn down a long time ago, but I don't know why it is still peaceful now. How nice! I'm glad I don't know what Parthenocissus tricuspidata looks like.
I have some longings, such as meeting an old friend I haven't seen for years. Looking back at the old yellow wall, Parthenocissus tricuspidata is still flourishing. Waves of the wind float, mixed with rain, and ripples roll up on the walls. How soft the green ripples are, they are involved in my eyes and my heart. What else in this world can compare with the beauty of this creeper? Dense leaves and tough roots all reflect its vitality. At this time, it has covered the whole wall. At this time, it is more beautiful than lotus, harder than bamboo, softer than orchid and more tenacious than chrysanthemum. The lush Parthenocissus tricuspidata gave me inspiration and shock in my life.
From now on, whenever I feel sad, I will come back to see it. Because it has the beauty of life in its bones, let me cheer for it from the heart.
It is like dew in my heart, inspiring me.
The nectar of the soul composition 4 Look at the sea, the starry sky, the bright moon and the breeze, the apricot blossom and spring rain, the river of no return, the iron horse, the thin shadow, the fragrance, the residual lotus and the cold rain. Between the rooms, the book is overflowing. -inscription
The dark night has come quietly, and the house is lit up for the second time, like shining stars in the dark. Late at night, the lights in the building went out in turn. However, there is still a room that is bright. In that room, a little girl is reading with relish. She didn't realize it was getting late and didn't notice the flash of the camera.
Close the photo album, habitually go to the bookshelf, dig out a book and savor it. On a quiet night, I will meet Cao Xueqin, visit Luo Guanzhong, listen to the profound teachings of Mr. Lu Xun, and instantly purify my mind. Books are like nectar, nourishing my soul.
The advantage of reading is gain, interest and elegance. A history book, like an unfolding historical picture scroll, listens to the pulse of the times and chews the joys and sorrows of life; A literary classic, poetic and deeply infatuated. On Li Bai's thank you sir from the perspective of "God-given talent, let it be hired"! , spin one thousand silver, all come back! "Is free and easy; From "Boundless Falling Wood". The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see. "The sadness and loneliness of reading Du Fu's Tired Travel to the End of the World; From the River of No Return. Read Su Dongpo's impassioned passion and broad-minded and transcendental thoughts in "The Waves Washed Out, the Romantic Figures of the Ages"; Jin Zhe, an ancient sage, has been discussing Wan Li for thousands of years.
An ideal book is the key to wisdom. Being able to read a good book is more important than anything else. Books are like nectar, nourishing my soul.
Happy reading can infiltrate and nourish our hearts. You can't ask for the feeling of "study hard and forget to eat when you know something". I just want to add elegance, leisurely charm and enjoy myself every day. That's enough!
The nectar of the soul composition 5 Many times, beautiful things can become the nectar of the soul. But sometimes, bad memories can also be the nectar of the soul, which will have a different taste. Don't forget, cheese I will never forget the feeling of holding it in my arms, its cute appearance after making mistakes, and its gestures when playing with me.
That winter, I took it out of my mother's arms. I was only two months old that year, and my hair was soft and smelled like milk. My legs are still weak, and my little paws always slip on the wooden floor and fall straight, in exchange for a distressed touch. Curious about everything, he got under the sofa and hit his head. He drank the water from the toilet and had diarrhea. He bit a toy and got a scolding. However, its "little mother"-I love it forever.
But then I became more and more naughty, which also attracted my anger. Because it has been defecating on the ground, I shut it in the house and ignored it for almost a day; I only wash it once a week, because bathing it is a big trouble.
Now that I think about it, I am really incompetent! Later, it did not give me a chance to make up, but abruptly disappeared from my life, leaving me with eternal regret and pain. However, since then, I have been strong. Because I know, it wants me to be strong, to be happy, to live a good life and to live a wonderful and beautiful life. All this, including those happy times, including what it taught me to cherish, has also become the dew in my heart, which will always accompany me to grow up.
Manna, as its name implies, is used to nourish everything in hunger and thirst. However, what a person needs to nourish is not only a thirsty body, but also their thirsty mind. Everyone has his own nectar.
Books are the ladder of human progress, but also the most effective and specific medicine to nourish people's hearts. Therefore, books, especially good books, are definitely worthy of the name. Before taking this nectar, I also regarded "poison" as a treasure. I have been in contact with the internet since I was a child, and I am too immersed in this endless fantasy, and I have long been addicted to games.
Fortunately, fashion is small and parents can control it. Under their pressure, I have to read. Compared with the colorful online world, it is as boring as the Sahara desert. Rows of words didn't leave me much impression, but it's better than nothing. With the internet banned, reading has become my only pastime, and I have gradually learned something in the passage of time. I began to adjust myself. When I am free, I no longer just want to surf the Internet, but learn to enrich myself in reading.
People create books, and books also create people. Reading is essential if one wants to succeed. After reading the book, I naturally felt deeply, and Gorky's spirit of self-improvement inspired me; The spirit that Harry Potter controls his own destiny and Voldemort fights reminds me that I am studying hard for my future. The "A Gui Spirit" in Lu Xun's The True Story of A Gui made me wary of myself, so I won't be that person.
Books let me out of the lost Wang Yang, and let me grow from an ignorant teenager to a thirsty student. The dew of my soul naturally belongs to books.
The drums of the final exam are getting louder and louder, and the campus is filled with tension.
Examinations have become a routine. Mathematics alone requires two papers every day, and every day is spent in the life of doing and correcting papers. After a few weeks, all the papers were piled as thick as several textbooks.
This fast-paced life makes me breathless. I did well in the previous exams. In the back, I met all the members of the low-income group in the 1980 s. What is more exasperating is that my competitors always come first. I am angry and hate, angry at my incompetence and hate myself for being so stupid.
Time is like a merciless knife, which cuts inch by inch. There is only one week before the final exam.
One morning, as usual, I took two "panda eyes" to my grandfather's car to go to school.
Recalling those unbearable scores, I feel that life is so cruel and heartless that even the last hope is shattered. Suddenly, I saw flowers in the weeds by the roadside! The flower is so small that people can't put it down. There is still a little yellow in the small white petals. The dew on the grass pressed it down, but when it was near the ground, the dew rolled down and the grass bounced back like a restoring force.
I was shocked that the nameless grass had blossomed. Although the dew was thick, the grass stood upright. I think, such a humble grass can be so strong, why should I be discouraged?
I regained my confidence and adjusted my mentality: I just temporarily lost my mind. Slowly, my scores with my competitors are getting closer and closer. Just two days before the end of the term, I stood up straight.
That "grass" is the dew in my heart.
The nectar of the soul is unremarkable, but it is as obscure as a spring silkworm, dedicating its short life to plants without any expectation of return until it is evaporated. The good quality of manna is worth learning.
If I were a dewdrop, I would try my best, because this is my life's work. Faith, I will nourish plants without asking for anything in return, because this is also my mission. Even if I am evaporated, I have no regrets, because that is still my mission. Even if those are not my mission, I will do it, because I want to have selfless quality!
If I am a drop of dew and see that other companions think it is unfair, I will try my best to persuade it to contribute to plants, because my strength alone is not enough. I will work hard with my companions to make the place where I live in my short life full of vitality and more beautiful!
If I were a dewdrop, nourishing everything would be an important task in my life. I will cherish my short and ordinary life doubly. I want to see the scenery at sunrise, smell the fragrance of beautiful flowers, and try my best to help hardworking farmers ... because nourishing plants is my firm belief.
At night, it quietly condenses, dawn comes, it shines, the sun rises, and it quietly leaves. It is so humble, but it has such a persistent belief-the nectar that nourishes plants!
The nectar of the soul composition 9 The best medicine in the world, each of which can only cure one disease; Wisdom and compassion are the medicine of the soul, which can cure all diseases.
People often cry out for inner peace, but it is always there and you never need to look for it. When you calm down from the busy work for desire all day, you will naturally feel its existence.
People fled from family, city, society and their own problems and fled to the mountains to find inner peace. Since we are looking for "inner" peace, how can we find it outside our hearts?
Happiness can only be found in your heart, not where you are. Some people spend half of their savings on holidays at foreign beaches, only to be disappointed. Some people can enjoy boating in flooded areas.
Some people go far away to find inner peace. But if you don't have peace in your heart, you can't find it even if you go to the ends of the earth; If you have peace of mind, there is no place you have to go.
If there is no happiness in my heart, even if I travel all over the world, I will never find heaven; If you are content and happy inside, you can feel at ease even in prison.
When your heart is full of peace, no matter where you go, you are as happy and comfortable; When your heart is full of wisdom, every grass and tree will make you see the truth clearly.
The world we see is only a reflection of our own hearts; When I am cheerful, everyone I meet is very friendly and cordial; When you are upset, everyone you meet seems disgusting.
The nectar composition of the soul 10 Life is like a flower, which cannot be separated from the moisture of rain and dew. Although it was a long time ago, I think about it now as clearly as yesterday.
It was in grade one, and I had just entered junior high school. I felt that the task was not too tense, so I didn't focus on my homework. However, when the exam came, I looked at those questions and felt that the teacher had said everything, but I couldn't remember anything. I don't think I passed the designated exam this time. As I expected, I went to see the results as soon as they came out.
Hey! Needless to say, this achievement is really ridiculous. My heart is beating fast. what can I do? How to explain to parents? How to explain to the teacher? At that time, I especially regretted why I didn't study hard.
But there is no regret medicine in the world. What's the use of thinking too much? The next day, waiting to be criticized and the results came out, the class teacher called me to the office. I thought it was over, but it wasn't. After the teacher called me to the office, he told me a lot of truth, not criticizing me, but patiently teaching. When I was leaving the office, the teacher gave me a deep look and said, "You can do it." From the teacher's eyes, I
From then on, I decided to study hard, never indulge myself again, and never live up to my teacher's expectations.
Although this is only a small matter, it has been deeply engraved in my mind, and I will never forget that an encouraging look and an encouraging word moistened my soul.
The nectar of the soul 1 1 Our life is as beautiful and pleasing to the eye as the blooming summer flowers. Flower of life needs nourishment, and the nectar that moistens my soul is an encouraging look.
From primary school to junior high school, my academic performance has been at the same level, which makes me feel very gratified. But in recent days, I don't know why, I always don't pay attention in class, which leads to a gradual decline in my grades, and at the same time, some students in my class think that I am a "poor student". Some of my former friends began to alienate me and ignore me, but there was one person who stayed with me all the time. She was my good friend.
That afternoon, in the first class, the teacher talked about the combination of algebraic expressions. I can't understand most of what the teacher said. I was still in high spirits before class, and suddenly turned into a cucumber. "This classmate on the left in the first row, please stand up and answer this question." This sudden roll call made me panic. I stood up timidly and answered carefully, but I still got the wrong answer. Many people laughed, but only my good friend encouraged me with those gentle eyes.
After class, she said she would help me with my lessons. I thought she was joking and didn't pay much attention, but she really did. She helped me with my lessons every day after school, and finally everything paid off. My grades are getting better every time.
I am very grateful to her and my good friend, because the eyes he gave me were encouraging and made me feel warm. At that time, it was because of her encouraging eyes and her enthusiastic help that I was able to regain my confidence and now my grades are among the best.
My once-dried heart is now "fertile" and the source of nourishment. In fact, when I answered the wrong question, I already had the answer-the encouraging eyes are also the dew of my heart. Thank you!
The nectar of the soul 12 Life is long, passers-by are in a hurry, come in a hurry, and go in a hurry.
I will meet many people in my life, but I don't know who will accompany me to the end and who is just a passerby.
The average life expectancy of modern people is 67 years old, which is about 804 months, 24 120 days, 578,880 hours, 34,732,800 minutes and 208,396,8000 seconds. We don't know who we will meet in the next second: lifelong friends. Lovers for life? Beautiful first love? I don't know who will be waiting for me next second. Similarly, I don't know who I will meet next second. I don't know who I will meet in the corner. Some people are destined to be just passers-by From children to adults, I have known countless "friends" during this time, but now some of them are in contact, and some can even name them. Think carefully about the friends I spent my childhood with. Maybe their appearance has changed now.
Most people I have met in my life are just passers-by, meeting in a hurry and leaving only memories in my mind. Some people may not even have memories.
But I also want to thank them. They let me know what friendship is, they spent a regretless childhood with me, they taught me a lot, and they made me miss the past so much.
Who is whose passerby, I am whose passerby, and who will appear in my world in the next second; Who will remember me, I will remember who, who will make me unforgettable. ...
The nectar composition of the soul 13 years engrave years, and time takes away youth; The rings of years have passed through wrinkles, and the long shadow of time is reflected in the ticking bell. Standing on its extended shore, looking back, a landscape in the path, such as nectar that nourishes the soul, is unforgettable.
That day, I wrote a mountain of homework at the window. Heavy books make people upset. It's raining outside the window, and the dark clouds are overwhelming. I tried to look up at the so-called freshness in the rain, but I only saw muddy sewage in the ravine.
I wanted to turn around and bury myself in the sea of books, but I accidentally caught a glimpse of a butterfly, to be exact, a butterfly with broken wings.
In the wind and rain, it staggered into my windowsill, and the wind and rain have wet its wings. I think those thin wings can't resist the sudden wind and rain, and I can't help sighing. The poor butterfly has just emerged from its cocoon, but it has to face the sorrow that it will never fly into the blue sky again. But just when I felt it, this butterfly flapped its wings twice ... After continuous efforts, it finally flew again, and it continued its unfinished journey, watching its thin and lonely back, and suddenly became so strong.
This Fluttershy is still facing the wind and rain, not to mention a person. Although this incident is trivial, it gives me a different feeling, such as tinkling spring water and dew of the soul, beating the lost heart.
The rain stopped and the blue sky was dotted with white clouds. Through the window, I can see the budding buds looming on the roadside.
My mood is as fresh as the scenery outside the window. Thanks to that butterfly, I have the confidence to find pleasure in boring books and the courage to smile and face suffering. This incident, this little clip, like the nectar in my heart, has been played on the phonograph where I grew up for a long time and is unforgettable.
14 before, my mother bought me some fairy tale books, and I always read them hungrily. After reading it, I pestered my mother to buy a new one. At that time, how much influence books had on me! It inspired a little girl to miss, fantasize and dream some beautiful dreams. During that time, I was always immersed in books.
Later, when I grew up, I began to contact some scattered articles. They are simple and interesting, and I spent those years in these articles.
Then, ordinary books can no longer satisfy my heart, and I began to try to read those big novels. At that time, I seemed to really start reading books. Reading Camel Xiangzi written by Lao She, I will feel sad for Xiangzi's fate and the suffering of foreign drivers. Looking at Lu Xun's Diary of a Madman, with the development of the story, I shuddered, sympathized with those who ate people and lamented the filth of the old society. I often just wake up from one story and fall into the whirlpool of another. Books have changed me bit by bit.
And the world often says that "character determines fate." I know very well that books have shaped my character and influenced my destiny. It nourishes me, and it tells me endless knowledge and the truth of being a man. Whenever I feel upset or even desperate, books can always help me through the difficulties. With the wings of an angel, take me wandering in the world of literature, forget all the troubles and sorrows, leaving only simplicity, peace, happiness, trust and love.
Books are the nectar of my soul, flowing through the noisy traffic and endless troubles and hatred, nourishing every inch of my land.
The nectar composition of the soul1May bright! Singing charming songs sleeping in the night sky, you made my sun fall asleep. Take off the hazy and elegant silk dress. You painted the four seasons and drank Bibo. Moon! Sweet voice, clean skin, you confused me to appreciate.
How many poets have been fascinated by your charming posture? You are the considerate bosom friend in I am worried about the bright moon and accompany you to the long night. You are the key person in "Emei Mountain is half full of autumn, and the moonlight fluctuates like autumn moon". How many beautiful writing styles add luster to you. Like the dew in my heart, you gave me infinite sweetness.
Every time I see you, I see that beautiful second hometown. Tall Huangmei trees, rippling ponds, clear white lotus in the pond, and Xia Chan singing in the branches. Looming in the illusory smoke. It seems that grandma is calling for distant intimacy. Just like the dew in my heart, it watered the honey juice of distant relatives.
Looking at you from a distance, looking at Su Hui from a distance, like a crystal glass lamp, shines brightly in silence. Your reflection on the water is so beautiful, and you are so clean in the blue night. In the night sky, you will like Yi Deng alone, and you will also like to drive away the stars. At dawn, you fell from kuya, unable to lie in bed. Your noble image left an indelible impression in my heart. Like dew in my heart, I am bathed in the beauty of that noble element.
"Behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, looking at the moon through the crystal glass? "Seeing how much sadness you have touched, I can't help associating my melancholy with you in Yu Jiefen. You are really sad in that cool golden wind, but you haven't lost your beauty. This may be why the poet misses you!
Ah! Moon! My heart is full of you, the sweetness you give me, the sadness you give me, just like the dew you drop in my heart, giving me the sweetness of culture, nobility, affection and sadness.
The nectar composition of the soul 16 The fleeting years seem within reach, and every foot flies past. The older generation looked up at our little figure. The waves in the sky had wet our youthful clothes, stood on the threshold of 13, and looked back-a lot of things floated away, leaving only moving.
The process of human evolution is essentially a transition from sensibility to rationality. Say goodbye to fantasy, face reality, say goodbye to romance, and see the essence ... We say goodbye too much, and even seem to forget our feelings. Fortunately, there are always some extraordinary things in life that remind us: on the battlefield in Athens, Luo Xuejuan struggled for the motherland and fell down as soon as he landed; Nemov's superb performance conquered the audience, and later conquered the world with unparalleled generosity; Wang Yifu won the gold medal again, and the master was moved.
"Although the water is 3,000, I only take one float to drink." "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not Taiwan. There is nothing in the original, where is the dust? " The mysterious Zen language contains eternal feelings.
On the muddy road after the storm, the train in China began to travel slowly again. Many people complain that the speed is too slow. I just want to say, "Give me a rope of the times, China train, and we will pull it!" Indeed, when the train in China is moving slowly, we can't stand still, can't linger, can't wait, and can only go with it. Moved by the heart.
Recalling the past, I was suddenly moved. People are not unmoved, not unmoved, but unmoved. However, in the storm of material desires, the only thing we can stand on is the slightest touch.
This is an unforgettable story, an exciting scene, a thrilling moment, or a heartfelt conversation, an affectionate exhortation ...... dribs and drabs, all like pure nectar, moisten my heart.
The nectar composition of the soul 17 recalling the bits and pieces, scenes, events and people in the depths of memory will remind you of many, many ... and these memories are like mellow nectar, nourishing my heart.
That day, I walked home alone. The bright crescent moon adds some beauty to the dark sky. "Alas, I have to walk home alone again." My heart is empty. Pedestrians and vehicles on the road are gradually scarce, and time seems to slow down. I walked home while enjoying the night view. Unconsciously, I arrived at the gate of the community.
"ouch!" I suddenly woke up, "on the way, how could I forget! Forget it, I'll go around again. " I was just about to turn around and leave. A strange voice came-"Little girl, are you going home?" Come on, I'll set up a board for you. You can go through it, ok? "I turned and looked at him, then at the new cement road, and quickly refused:" No, uncle, don't bother you, it doesn't matter if I go around again. "I refused because it looked like freshly paved cement. If you leave, you will inevitably leave shoe prints. At that time, I will trouble others to repave it, so I refused.
"Come on, come on." He wiped his hand and held out his hand. I stared at this cement-covered hand, which was full of calluses, but it was warm and powerful under the light of street lamps, and I couldn't refuse. I just feel a warm current flowing all over my body. Somehow, I took his hand across the chessboard and came to the opposite side.
I turned to look at him again, only to see him bend down, put away the boards piece by piece, and then spread them over and over again with the machine. Standing under the street lamp, I only feel a blur in front of me, only the hazy golden light is flashing. ...
Everything that happened on this extraordinary night will turn into mellow dew and moisten my heart.