On an indescribable hot summer day, I was invited by a pine forest and walked into the boundless dark green. In the Woods, it's much cooler than outside. I was walking around when I suddenly found a reflection on a pine branch not far away, which just broke into my field of vision. A closer look reveals that a drop of truffle fell from it. Look carefully, no, the color of truffles has turned red-it turned out to be newborn amber. Looking up from a less reflective angle, I saw it standing high on a branch enjoying the sunshine. So crystal clear, so clear, so ostentatious, like a miniature solidified lake, slightly glowing with golden red water, quietly placed on the branches by God. It's beautiful. I thought, how can I pick it from the tall branch? Climbing trees, I can't; I don't have the heart to cut down trees and have no tools; It's easy to get lost and can't find it when going out to get a ladder. I have to wait, when it is blown down by the wind, or it may be accidentally hit by a bird, no matter what the probability is, I have to wait. Look up at it when waiting, and look up at its heart when thinking. Wait, wait, I've been waiting for an indescribable autumn, and I'm still thinking. I can't hear cicadas playing harmonica; I can't hear the sound of green spreading; I can't hear the sound of summer flowers breaking through the ground. Not long after, I waited for another unspeakable white winter, and I was still thinking. Snow, countless elves landed on the earth, embracing everything, and my amber. My amber disappeared under the snow like a frozen lake. But I still can't help waiting. Unconsciously, a spring full of indescribable happiness has arrived. The forest began to thaw and my amber began to wake up. In order to see it again, I stood motionless under it all winter. It appeared in front of me as promised, and now, I have given up the idea of keeping it for myself. It's time to go back. I stared at it for a few seconds and turned away. It's beautiful! I thought to myself: Let it stay here! You can watch from a distance, don't be ridiculous. This only applies to my amber. Hehe, I didn't expect a year's hard work to be nothing. After walking a few steps, I barely wanted to see it one last time. Looking back, I suddenly found that it was gone! I subconsciously looked up and couldn't find it. It has passed, and all I get is deep regret. Is a year's waiting all a dream? I bowed my head and sighed, stepped on the unmelted snow on the ground and said goodbye to the pine forest. I decided to leave that regret in the forest, and wanted to look back at the only harvest of this year, but inadvertently found that in the path I walked, in every footprint I stepped on, there was a crystal clear amber, just like the amber I met for the first time, reflecting the light that broke into my field of vision.

Life is not a rehearsal. It is easy for us to waste our lives, wasting every day, every hour and every minute. It is easy for us to ignore the color of children's eyes and the ups and downs of indifferent symphony melody ... to create a life, a real life, instead of frantically pursuing promotion, higher salary and bigger house again and again. Create a life that is not lonely, and seek the people you love and those who love you. Remember: love is not leisure, but work. Make a phone call, send an email, write a letter, and create a generous life. You should know that the best thing is life, and you can't take it for granted. It is easy for us to waste our lives, wasting every day, every hour and every minute. It is easy to ignore the color of children's eyes and the ups and downs of indifferent symphony melody. It is easy for us to live, but difficult to live. Many years ago, I learned to live. I met a great misfortune, which changed my life. If I had had a choice, these changes would not have happened at all. I have learned the most unforgettable lesson so far. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I've learned that life is not a rehearsal. Today is the only thing you can grasp. I learned to see all the beauty in the world and try to give it back to others, because I sincerely believe in beauty. I do this partly because I want to tell others how I feel, and tell them: think of the lilies in the field, look at the fluff on the baby's ears, read in the backyard, and let the sun shine on your cheeks. Learn to be happy. Suppose your life is in the terminal stage of cancer. Because you do this, you will make your life full of joy and passion. This is the true nature of life.

sketch

The morning is a bud full of dew point and overnight warmth. I have endured for a long time, but I can't help generate coming out at once. The cold water in the morning always makes people feel very comfortable and tired.

For a time, I took a Tang poem to run in the morning every day; Run from the girls' dormitory to the revitalization lawn, then sit down and read poetry aloud-my nutritious breakfast. After getting drunk, I walked back to the dormitory with my back on my back. I love this life very much, as if it were another poetic morning after 24 hours.

Once, I changed my mind temporarily and walked back from Zuiyue Lake. When passing through Poster Street, I suddenly found three or four Bai Lianhua sleeping by the water in the small pool next to the College of Literature. What a beautiful sleeping position! I couldn't help sitting by the pool and watching God, and all the poems I read stayed. Even the most beautiful "Mao Ting Flower Shadow" and "Yao Yuan Moss Pattern" belong to the Tang Dynasty, not mine. But in front of me, lying in the deep water in the mist, the water lily with ice muscle and jade skin is mine, but there is no poem! Alas! If only Li Bai were here.

Suddenly I had a brainwave, why not draw it? Quickly pull out the pen, tear off a page from the Tang poetry, choose a good angle, and then sketch excitedly. Just for a moment, the flowers seemed to become me who had just returned from a walk. I was the clean petals, the stem bones, the condensed leaves and the reflection of the water!

Oh! No matter whether Li Bai is here or not, even if he is, the poem is his: where can he write the beautiful surprise in my heart?

autumn

When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and slowly I fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the swimming pool and the stimulation of ice cream in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.

The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.

Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.

Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.

I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring.

Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.

Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.

Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.

Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. They can't show beauty anywhere by themselves. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.

Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.

I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.

Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.

Autumn is really rewarding and tiring.

rain

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."

Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.

Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?

There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue. Little fish of thought

In every pond, there is the smell of the ocean. In every stone, there is a shadow of desert. So the poet said: a clover, plus my imagination, is a vast grassland. Walking in the field of autumn moon, I remembered a poet's inquiry to old Tolstoy: Does everything/maturity/hang its head? Yes, every step we have taken will become the past, whether it is a happy meeting or a painful parting, but please believe that every song we have sung will not disappear in an instant, whether it is eager expectation or affectionate memories, as rosa luxemburg said: "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky, clouds and the beauty of life will be with me!" A narrow and selfish mind will become its own hell, while a broad and cheerful mind will become a paradise for others. There is only one layer between hell and heaven. And all the flames of jealousy always start with burning yourself. An old writer told me, "How long has your foot been trampled?" ? But don't regret it, as long as you step on the truth, whoever steps on it will have depth. "When you finally win the flower of success, don't you miss the intersection of the past? Don't you miss the old wood in the luxurious house you rebuilt successfully? It sometimes takes many years to trust someone. Therefore, some people have never really trusted anyone all their lives. It's meaningless if you only trust those who can please you. If you believe everyone you meet, you are a fool; If you trust someone without hesitation and in a hurry, you may be betrayed by the trusted person so soon; If you trust a person only for some superficial need, then annoying suspicion and betrayal may follow immediately; But if you dare not trust someone who is worthy of your trust, you will never get the sweetness of love and the warmth of the world, and your life will be bleak. Trust is a feeling of life, trust is also a noble emotion, and trust is the bond between people. You have an obligation to trust another person unless you can prove that that person is not worthy of your trust; You also have the right to be trusted by another person, unless you are proved to be untrustworthy.

Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.

The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.

The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.

When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one after another, one after another, your heart will suddenly surge ... finally you realize that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever?

The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!

Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!

Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...

Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.

Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.

mournful winds and monotonous rains

I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!

Rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, washed away all the dirty dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain could not wash away my gray mood! I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! Holding an umbrella, I feel so soft and warm that I can hardly breathe. There have been scenes, and one shot after another seems to have been discussed a long time ago, slowly passing by my eyes in the rain, slowly passing by. ...

Rain fell from the sky on the umbrella and wet my cold body. I just stood there, I don't know how long I've been standing, and I don't know if I'm tired. I can no longer choose to stare at you with such a sad look, and my feeling of happiness has turned into heartache! I can't see whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, and my umbrella doesn't know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the wind and rain is so lonely! Then turn around silently and leave that corner. It's just a quick glance, but it's enough for me to relive the whole day.

The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the golden maple leaves all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who, until what time, looks up at the rainbow that can only be seen in the sky, looks back at the wind and can't see the dust; Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; I hope the autumn wind is like a song!

Life is like tea.

Drinking tea is a state of mind, feeling that the body and mind have been purified, filtering out impetuousness, and precipitating deep thinking. Tea is a kind of emotional appeal, a kind of silence that I want to talk about; A sadness of wanting to laugh; A kind of loneliness after the excitement of "a thousand red cups and a million beautiful kilns".

Tea is a collection of spring memories. You can feel the lazy sunshine in spring when you drink tea in any season. Sitting in a person's room, pouring a cup of tea and watching the tea turn will often give birth to many feelings: tea needs to be boiled to be fragrant, and life needs to be tempered to be calm. No matter who you are, if you can't stand the changes in the world, you may not be able to taste the fragrance of life. Look at that tea. When it first rushed into the water, it rolled back and forth in the water. Isn't it just like us who are new here? Hit the wall everywhere, black and blue.

If so, I like tea. Whether casual or arty, although we still dare not say "taste" but only "drink", we have gone from just drinking tea to "smelling" the fragrance of tea, and now we can't live without tea for a day.

Life without tea really feels dull and boring.

As far as I am concerned, I like to make a cup of green tea on a lonely rainy night, sit by the window alone, watch the fallen leaves fall, listen to the sound of rain knocking on the window lattice, taste the shallow bitterness in the dense tea fog and faint tea fragrance, and think about the deep and faint thoughts. ...

Gently shake the teacup in your hand, look at the faint green tea or needles or tablets, up and down, around, ups and downs, changing different postures, trying to find a best balance point of your own. I am in a hurry and often can't wait for the tea to be ready, so I gently blow the cup to drive the tea vortex, watching the tea gather and disperse, but I can't help but separate. After sipping his tea, Ren's shallow bitterness rippled between his tongues, filling his teeth and throat. After that, I took a deep breath, and the lingering fragrance spread all over my lips, washing away all the fatigue and indifference. People seem to be drunk, hazy, and unwilling to wake up for a long time.

That night, the fragrance of tea filled the room, and the tea in the cup changed from light to thick, floating and heavy, gathering and dispersing, and slowly realized in the bitter fragrance: life is like tea.

Ideal faith

Warm spring in bloom! If you have experienced winter, then you will have the scenery of spring! If you have faith, then spring will be far away; If you are giving, then one day you will have a garden full of flowers.

Choosing self-confidence means choosing to be open-minded and calm, choosing to stand still in front of fame and fortune, choosing to hold your head high in front of power, raising the sail of self-confidence and showing the style of fighting.

The power of faith lies in that even in adversity, it can help you raise the sail of progress; The charm of faith lies in that it can summon up your courage to live even in danger; The greatness of faith lies in that it can urge you to keep a lofty heart even if you encounter misfortune.

Endurance is an inconspicuous persistence; It is a kind of perseverance that is not afraid of wind and rain; It is a kind of loyalty that does not seek fame or profit.

The building stands tall because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life; The cabin breaks the waves because there is a compass to indicate the direction, and ideals and beliefs are the compass of the ship of life; The train goes to Wan Li Road because there are rails to guide it, and ideals and beliefs are the rails on the train of life.

After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim. Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers. When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. In this world, a star falls, and the starry sky cannot be dimmed; A flower withers, and the whole spring can't be wasted.

Faith is a bird with wings for people, and faith is the wing of flying.

With persistence, loneliness on the journey of life can pave a blue sky; With persistence, loneliness can be interpreted as a row of geese; With persistence, happiness can blossom in the garden.

Sailing in the vast sea, getting lost, sailors will be buried at the bottom of the sea; Trekking in the vast expanse next door, getting lost and traveling to the wilderness; Seek the light of hope in endless exploration, lose your way, and you will miss your success and regret it for life.

Only when we set out can we reach our ideal and destination. Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success. Only sowing can reap. Only by pursuing can we live a decent life.

The true feelings of human beings

Motherly love is a bitter persuasion when you are confused; Motherly love is an earnest reminder when traveling; Motherly love is a kind smile when you are lonely and helpless.

Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a hot spring, which makes your feelings clear and quiet even if they are covered with the dust of years.

Motherly love is a drop of dew, kissing the dry soil. With its drizzle-like warmth and diamond-like persistence, it looks forward to the fertility of broken soil. Motherly love is not the freezing point of life, but a flowing river, which creates a beautiful emotional scene in our life.

Because of love, homeless people can return home; Because of love, a tired soul can be full of vitality as always. Longing for love is like starlight longing for each other to shine; Longing for love is like the song of the century, longing to be sung forever.

Missing is a song that allows you to read the rhythm in ordinary days; Missing is a kind of rain that makes you get wet in boring days; Missing is a piece of sunshine, which makes you clear in gloomy days.

Warmth is the floating spring rain; Warmth is the shadow of a smile written on the face; Warmth is a response without hesitation; Warmth is a meticulous cooperation.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body" is about family relations; "It is enough to have a bosom friend in life, and treat each other with the same bosom" is about friendship; Love says: "Once the sea is short of water, it will always be amber"; "If you are selfish, the country will live and die. Why not avoid every cloud has a silver lining?" You are talking about loving the national conditions.

what is love ? Love is an inspiration, which can swell the sails of your life; Love is timely assistance; what is love ? Love is a smile that soothes your broken heart.

Love is a piece of sunshine that shines in winter, making the poor feel the warmth of the world; Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again.

Friendship and mutual assistance

"Friends" can be understood as two moons sitting in the sky, taking care of each other and illuminating each other, which are indispensable, and that endless light is the link and bridge that connects each other! The long journey of life is full of sadness and loneliness. People who have no friends live in darkness, and people who have no friends are real orphans.

Friends are the shade of trees in summer, which brings you a cool feeling; A friend is the scenery in life, and the journey will be eclipsed without him. A friend is someone who comforts you silently when you are frustrated, and a friend is someone who shares with you when you are happy. A friend is someone who reminds you when you are proud and encourages you when you feel inferior. ......

Friendship comes from love. Stretch out your supporting hands when you fall; Send a ray of comfort when you are sad; When you are lonely, bring a heart fragrance.

We wrote a book with friendship, a thick book. In the book: friendship is like a pearl, which we wear together to form a bright necklace; Friendship is like colorful silk, which we cut and sew together into gorgeous clothes; Friendship is like a flower. Let's spread it together and cultivate colorful flower beds. Friendship is like oil painting. We match colors and paint a beautiful picture.

Friendship should be sown with sincerity, cared for with understanding and watered with enthusiasm.

The fire of friendship warms a friend's broken heart, illuminates the lost direction, dispels the gloom in loneliness and ignites the new hope of the loser.

Society needs love and human beings need help. Maybe just a small stake can save a drowning person; Maybe just a thin blanket can warm a frozen person; Perhaps just a word, a warm hand, can call back the hope of the disappointed. Then why don't we do it? Don't go away, let's give our love together. One person is two people and three people are the masses. Isn't this kind of unity needed to build the future of the motherland?

Summer's Blood

Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.

I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.

Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.

Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.

Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.

The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.

In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.

The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.

Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.

Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...

What is happiness?

What is happiness? Everyone has different feelings and experiences. I don't know my age, but when my mother recommended me to see a photo, I felt deeply happy.

In the photo, a teenager is sitting in a mountain of garbage. He is unkempt and ragged, but his eyes eager for knowledge are so bright. He looked intently at the broken book he had picked up from the garbage. Ignorant of the flies and stench, he regarded the garbage dump as his "spiritual paradise".

Seeing this, my eyes are moist. We can wear clean and tidy school uniforms, sit in comfortable chairs and listen to the teacher's wonderful lectures every day in the spacious classroom. You can also attend various cram schools after class. Some students also invite outside teachers to teach at home.

At home, as long as we just make a phone call, drinks, snacks, food and drinks are respectfully sent by our family. On Saturday and Sunday, my parents can also take us out to buy our favorite books and movies. This is what that boy dreams of! He dreamed of sending an extra book! He is eager to learn knowledge! He also wants to wear a neat school uniform, step into a spacious classroom and learn knowledge with us! But God has no eyes, and the world is cruel. I can't study because I am poor and have no money. Besides, he has no family and can only earn money by picking up garbage to support himself. This is his destiny.

What do we know from this photo? Shouldn't we cherish it? But now, some students don't know if they are lucky or not, and they are tired of doing their homework. Pick and choose when eating; Some students buy a toy, which is equivalent to a year's food for a refugee; So we should cherish, maybe one or two dollars, that teenager can change his fate, maybe one or two dollars, a poor student can go to school, maybe. ...

We should cherish, know that a full meal is happiness, know that happiness can only be felt under superior conditions, and know how to be grateful for what we have now.