When I saw the wind chime beside my bed swaying with the wind, my thoughts drifted to that unforgettable afternoon.
It was dark that afternoon, and several classmates and I published a blackboard newspaper in class. Due to carelessness, my hand was cut by the iron sheet protruding from the edge of the blackboard. Looking at the bright red blood drops, I began to cry. Teacher, when you heard the crying in the classroom, you ran into the classroom at once, covered my wound with paper and dragged me to the office. When I arrived, you wiped my wound with alcohol first. In order to alleviate my pain, you also blew gently with your mouth. The cool breeze suddenly made me forget the pain. At this time, you are like a gentle father, with warm and loving eyes. After sticking the band-aid, you reminded me not to let the wound touch water as much as possible to prevent the wound from being infected. My tears once again filled my eyes with disappointment. You think I'm too scared. While wiping away my bewildered tears, you comforted me and said, "The wound will heal soon. The teacher believes that you are a brave little girl. " Teacher, in fact, you don't know that I'm crying not because my hands hurt, but because you made me feel the fatherly love I haven't felt for a long time. Seriously, I really wanted to jump into your arms and cry. ...
As soon as I got home from school, my grandmother greeted me, put my bag on my shoulder, took my hand and asked me if it still hurt. Actually, I know this is not grandma's prophecy. You must have called grandma. Sure enough, grandma asked me to say "thank you" at dinner. Later, I learned that you called grandma first and told her that the little girl was timid and her parents were not around. When you get home, you should calm down, pay attention to the wound not to get wet, and change the band-aid in time to avoid breeding bacteria. ...
It turns out that the cut on your hand is just a minor injury. It would be nice to stick a band-aid, but you comforted me again and again and told me one by one to take good care of my young age. "Thank you, teacher!" Although this sentence is ordinary, it is from my heart.
Before going to bed at night, I will stare at the wind chimes at the bedside. A gust of wind blew, and it rang, as if telling me with a crisp bell: love is like a wind chime, love is like a wind chime. ...
Life is like the wind. What an old metaphor. I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't know that life is like the wind. Later, I read an article occasionally, and suddenly understood that the road of life is like a jungle full of thorns. Only the wind can pass through such a thorny forest full of traps and difficulties.
Su Shi saw the wind, so he meditated: "The breeze on the river and the bright moon in the pine are inexhaustible, and they are also endless creators." He has been promoted and demoted several times, and the road ahead is full of thorns. However, he stepped over it and did not fall. It is because his life is like the wind, full of tenacity and stalwart breath that he became an immortal in the history of China.
Seeing the wind, Li Bai said, "One day, I will ride the wind and waves and go straight to Yun Fan to send it into the sea." He is full of knowledge and ambition, but his talent is used for entertainment because a good horse can't meet Bole, which makes his ambition nowhere to go. The road he is going to take is also full of hardships and cruelty. But he stepped over and didn't fall down, so he said angrily, "can Ann ruin his eyebrows and bend his back?" I can't be happy with him. " He didn't give in to reality, just because he had the persistence and perseverance like the wind, so he became an immortal great man.
Humans are bred by nature, so nature gave them to us? There are some qualities that we have learned from the wind, which make us firmly move towards our own future. We have learned persistence and perseverance from the wind, so that we will not be defeated. However, everything is not necessarily perfect, but the wind is full of hegemony and arrogance, which is what we should not learn.
Xiang Yu saw the wind, but also saw the wind's bullying, so Xiang Yu buried 200,000 Qin Jun alive, killed the baby girl, and left Fan abhorred. Finally, he tried his best? , Dailie threw himself into the Wujiang River angrily. He tried to make a wonderful work in one day, just as Fan Yafu said. However, he lacked the bearing of being king and became an outstanding legend in history. However, people despise his hegemony even more.
Life is like the wind, with strength, persistence and perseverance, through thorns. Learn forbearance and tolerance from the Tao, which is the real connection between Feng's great man and life.
One morning, I just woke up and opened my eyes, "huh? Why is it all faint green around? " When I got dressed and opened the door, I was suddenly startled: the whole world is colorful!
At this time, my sister came up to me and said, "Sister, you finally woke up!" " "I asked strangely," How long did I sleep? " "You slept for thirty years! In those years when you were asleep, the world has changed countless times. For example, don't you see that the world is colorful now? In fact, the wind is colored. "I was surprised and said," Does the wind have color? "This is amazing!" "Yes, if you want to know more, just come with me!" My sister asked me to go outside with her.
Walking outside, my sister said as she walked, "The wind in spring is pink now; Summer is red; Autumn is dark yellow; Winter is white. Our mood will also change the color of the surrounding wind, such as yellow when we are happy, red when we are angry, blue when we are sad, purple when we are afraid, and light green when we are happy. We can also observe the mood of animals according to these! " "ah! No wonder the room was light green when I woke up! " I find this is really a magical world.
Suddenly, I felt my foot trip and fell. I was suddenly surprised to find that I was still sleeping in bed. It was a dream! Look around as before, but I think if we look at the world according to this dream, the wind can really have color.
You see the spring wind blowing the earth green; Blowing the blue sky in summer; Blowing yellow wheat fields in autumn; Winter blows the whole world white. ...
In my memory, there is always a green sorghum field with an orange sun hanging on it. At the other end, grandma stood on tiptoe and looked at me.
I often went to my grandmother's house when I was a child. Every time I go back, grandma always carries me to the sorghum field. Young me, sitting on the ridge, smelling the long fragrance of sorghum and listening to grandma telling stories.
Sorghum and I are getting taller and taller, but grandma is getting shorter and shorter. Grandma is 82 years old and her back is even more hunched. There are only a few front teeth left in her mouth and her face is wrinkled. Grandma is old, but her only constant is that at dusk, she holds me with rough hands and goes to play by the ridge. Grandma told me that since grandpa died, she has been bearing the family's livelihood alone. Choose fertilizers and plant land. Grandma did everything by herself in order to raise her father. Send him to school.
Grandma's back is hunched like this. Grandma's legs and feet are not very flexible, but she still wants to go to the sorghum field to have a look, blow the wind and smell the unique fragrance of sorghum. I took grandma's hand and carefully followed her to the long-sleeved sorghum field. Grandma didn't say a word, just staring at the sunset ahead, full of disappointment. Just like a mother sending her son on an adventure.
At dusk, the hand of the sunset slowly slipped from the strings of the earth. Grandma grabbed my hand and said, "When you are old, this land is good, and you have everything. As long as you work, you have everything. " My thoughts are flying, and my eyes are full of excitement when I hear this. "I wish I had a bike, so it is convenient to go to school."
"Yes, yes, there will be, and I will have it when I come back in the summer vacation."
In this way, I am looking forward to my holiday, because I have a bike and my grandmother.
However, life is like a one-way train. Grandma arrived at the station and got off. According to my uncle, my grandmother planted sorghum and sold a car to pay my debts, but she left before sprouting and heading, and I couldn't help crying.
Now, I think my grandmother in heaven also has a field with green sorghum. Because she loves me so much.
Now, facing the starry sky, I always pray silently. Because I love her so much.
If the wind has color, the wind is colorful.
If the wind has color, the spring wind is green. As soon as the wind blows, the green grass drills the little head out of the soil. In the farmland, the farmer's uncle is busy using Niu Gengdi. When the wind blows, rice fields look like a green ocean from a distance. Spring breeze brings vitality to the earth.
If the wind has color, the summer wind is crimson. The sun scorched the earth. Children blow air conditioners at home and don't want to go out in hot summer. Some people use big fans to fan the wind for environmental protection! Outside the window, cicadas kept calling in the tree, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The dog at the door was lying listlessly on the ground, sticking out its tongue.
If the wind has color, the autumn wind is colorful. When the wind blows, the ginkgo trees turn yellow, and the yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, fans, fans! Dispel the summer heat. It gave the red maple, whose leaves floated around like stamps, bringing the coolness of autumn. Gold is the color of the field. Look, the fields not far away are like a golden ocean. Orange is the fruit tree, oranges and persimmons are squeezed and touched, vying for people to pick them! Chrysanthemum fairy gets more colors, such as orange, light yellow and snow white ... beautiful chrysanthemums nod frequently in autumn.
If the wind has color, the winter wind is red. During the Chinese New Year, red lanterns are hung at the door of every household, and children also put on new clothes. Like every year, couplets are still posted on both sides of the door, banners are posted on the wall, and firecrackers are set off, all in order to drive away Nian beast. The winter wind is still white, and the children are wearing cotton-padded jackets, scarves, hats and gloves to say "goodbye" to their parents! I ran away. Snow-covered, as if to the earth covered with a layer of white carpet, roofs, streets and alleys everywhere. Children have many activities at school, some are having snowball fights, some are making snowmen, making snow angels in the snow, and so on. Children's laughter is written on their faces. ...
The wind in the four seasons is beautiful, which gives life to the earth.
Feng Ru's excellent composition 6 is gone! Gently, quietly, like the wind. Left without a trace. The beginning of a life and the end of a life are dramatically linked, just like a gust of wind, I don't know where it originated and where it ended! Lighter than wind, lighter than water.
Four years ago, I experienced the pain in Where Are You Going!
Grandpa is an optimistic man, and the lines on his head are all weather-beaten marks. As long as I can remember, grandpa loved me very much, as if I were a pearl in his hand. Why not? Don't touch it once. I made my mother angry. My mother chased me until I was cornered on the sofa. What a coincidence! This is the nearest place to my grandfather. My angry mother was about to lift her shoes and hit me. I was so scared that I couldn't keep my back straight and closed my eyes. I was just about to accept the pain of my flesh when I heard the voice of grandpa, the savior: "Don't hit my granddaughter!" " He pulled me up with trembling shriveled hands and said, "Stop crying, son!" " ! If we make mistakes, we will change them! "At that time, I really wanted to cry in my grandpa's arms! Every weekend, aunts will buy a lot of delicious food for grandpa! These things have become my things, and I often eat them with relish. Grandpa is very happy to appreciate my eating! Three days before grandpa died, he was in excellent mental state. I also naively asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, who did you go to when you left the hospital?" Grandpa said firmly, "of course it's granddaughter's house!" "But I never thought that this was the last conversation with my grandfather. That night, I slept soundly and a phone call woke me up from my dream! My mother then called me sadly, "son, let's go and see grandpa!" " "I looked at my mother in surprise and went to the hospital. Grandpa's ward is empty-an empty hospital bed. Grandpa is really gone, gone! I can't help crying. Grandpa, grandpa! Why don't you see your granddaughter! On that day, the sun stopped shining, the space was no longer blue, the earth was no longer full of vitality, and birds were no longer active.
Later, my aunt gave me a big jar and asked my grandfather to give it to me! I choked on canned food. Grandpa just left and never came back. He left quietly, like the wind.