I am a kite, hanging in a toy store, waiting and dreaming of flying.
A little girl stopped in front of me and looked at me: a yellow dragonfly with red spots, stretching its wings and staring at the front with round eyes, as if soaring in the blue sky. The girl pointed at me and said to an old man, "Grandpa, I want it." Grandpa came over and lovingly touched the girl's head and said, "OK, grandpa will play with you."
The girl took me to a clearing, took out the spool, tied a thin, transparent thread on me and began to run.
The wind, blowing leaves and petals, gently lifted me up. I heard the whistling wind, I saw white clouds, birds flew around me, the wind sang in my ear, and I finally flew into the sky. Flying higher and higher, above the blue sky, I look down on everything. I am flying proudly in the sky, listening to the wind whispering in my ear, listening to the birds arguing around me, watching the distant lake reflecting the green hills, and watching the water and sky at the junction of the lake and the sky. This is the scenery in my dream. I fantasized that I could fly in the sky more than once. I was born to fly. The girl looked up at me on the ground, her clear eyes full of envy. She must want to fly with me, too.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger. I am trying to fly, trying to get rid of that bondage, but it firmly holds me and won't let go. I am angry, I am anxious, I struggle desperately, but I can't earn. Slowly, I gave up, lost and powerless. The wind is very small at this time. I am skewed in the air like a butterfly with broken wings.
The girl ran over, picked me up and ran to the old man. The old man smiled kindly and said, "Never mind, wait a minute." There are more and more people flying kites outdoors. The girl ran around grandpa and said, "Grandpa, I want to fly in the blue sky like a kite in the future!" " "The old man smiled, his face wrinkled like A Jin's chrysanthemum.
The wind started again, and the girl ran and sent me to the sky. I fly feebly in the blue sky, and many kites are flying around. They fly high and low, trying to fly. The girl ran desperately on the ground, but I just couldn't fly high. The old man came over, let go of the thread, pulled it and yanked it a few times. This pull made me suddenly enlightened. I can't stay where I am, I have to be brave and enterprising; On my way to realize my dream, it will not be smooth sailing. I have to go through the mud and thorns to reach the peak of success. That kind of bondage reminds me to be down to earth.
The wind, with me, carries the girl's dream and flies to the higher and farther sky.
When I was a child, I saw flocks of white pigeons flying on the grass in the park, thinking more about flying than freedom.
"Why do they fly?" "Why can't I fly?" ...... a series of questions often make my parents dizzy, so they impatiently answer: "Because they have wings." "Why do they have wings and I don't? I want to fly, too, "and then I started rambling.
When I was a child, I often fantasized that I had wings to fly everywhere, and I often danced in the air with a feather duster, hoping that the waving feathers would make me fly. At that time, "I want to fly" became my greatest wish. Looking back now, because it was the most naive and naive.
Now I'm in my prime. With the little sadness of youth, I have the same worries as girls who are in youth: not beautiful enough, not slim enough ... no more childhood fantasies and innocence, no more desire to "fly".
Farewell to childhood and step into youth, the desire to fly only becomes a clear point in the dream, and when people wake up and sleep, it becomes a vague point, shrouded in an illusory fog and hazy. Want to get close but dare not, because it represents childishness, and we are as afraid as avoiding the plague.
When I was a child, I always felt that the world of adults was very complicated. However, are we getting more complicated now?
Realizing this, I have the impulse to open the dusty box containing my childhood wishes. No, you can't. Don't be naive. I restrained my impulse and tried to persuade myself calmly in my heart. Poor young man! I lost my childhood and my true self.
Time has changed and the light is distorted. At different times and places, I saw flocks of white pigeons flying to the exhibition sky on the green grass.
"Freedom!" At that moment, I shouted out from my heart.
I really long for freedom, eager to fly freely in the blue sky like a dove. Rely on others, how much to leave, how much to be helpless, how much to be sad, and never be the truest self. Living in a complicated court with a mask, that feeling is a bit like "being an idle person in a deep palace".
I miss my childhood that I can't go back, the freedom that is drifting away, the fantasy, innocence and beauty that childhood brings, and the happiness, truth and freedom that freedom brings. ...
I miss having everything I have lost now.
Let me feel my childhood with youth and miss freedom. I want to fly higher, dance like a strong wind and break away from my arms. Like a storm with wings rolled up, my heart is roaring. Because my wings take me flying, I don't have to be afraid of getting hurt. I want to fly in the blue sky, I want to fly in the wind, like a dove.
Stand on tiptoe, open your arms and wait for the wind. I want to fly. ...
In my childhood memory, my hometown Anzhen is a quiet and peaceful place. Next to the old house is a narrow road. Occasionally, cars pass by in a hurry, raising dust and speeding away. It seems that her pace of life will never change. ...
Until ... when I was eight or nine years old, Dongxi Avenue began to be built, which turned a new page for my hometown. Just like the waning moon on the horizon and the sunrise in the east, it is about to show us a vibrant and peaceful life. ...
I vaguely remember going to Shanghai with my parents when I was a child and taking a train in Wuxi. There is only one long-distance line, and there are not many trains. Usually, in order to catch the 8 o'clock train, I have to go out at 5: 30, and the whole journey took more than two hours. And there is no long-distance bus at night, which brings a lot of inconvenience to travel.
Three or four years ago, the government opened bus lines 7 13 from Houqiao to Wuxi and 7 15 from Yangjian to Wuxi. Although they both passed through Anzhen, neither of the two bus lines went directly to the city, and even if they went to the railway station, they had to walk a long way. But anzhen will not be ignored forever. ...
With the bus No.722, Anzhen's population center moved to the north of Xihu Road with the demolition. From Song Zhen Park when it was first opened to the Agricultural Expo Park in the north of Anzhen, bus No.722 was cleverly connected in series to Xin 'an resettlement community, successfully connecting Anzhen with the city center; Connect together. It not only brings convenience to Anzhen people, but also brings opportunities for Anzhen's development.
With the construction of Beijing-Shanghai high-speed railway, the location of Wuxi East Station is in Anzhen, which coincides with the construction of Wuxi Metro Line 2. Under this background of rapid development, the construction speed of Anzhen is much faster than that of the past ten years. As far as the current situation is concerned, Anzhen-Dong Xi New Town has completed the construction of Jiulihe Wetland Park and Wanshandang Wetland Park, the construction of roads around Wuxi East Station, the docking of Xinhua Road Elevated and Jincheng Road Elevated, and many other infrastructure settings.
Ten years ago, it was unthinkable to arrive in Beijing in about five hours from Wuxi, but now it has become a reality; Ten years ago, it was unthinkable to travel from Anzhen to Wuxi in 20 minutes, but now it has become a reality. ...
10 years ago, An Zhen lived quietly in a corner of Wuxi as before, and was not even famous for the place that changed from Long Ting to Dongting overnight. Ten years later, An Zhen came from behind, just like a chess piece. Although humble at first, she can become a powerful queen. When encountering the east wind of the Beijing-Shanghai high-speed railway, Anzhen "rose" and became a new city in Dong Xi, embarking on a soaring road and a brilliant road of vigorous development.
Nowadays, Dongxi New City, centered on Anzhen, is riding the spring breeze of reform and opening up, soaring into the sky, and the eagle hits the sky directly. ...
Hum, don't be malicious when you see this topic ~ haha, it seems that I really guessed right! You are all really unhealthy! Son, can't you see Fei is flying? This "flying" is not a concubine.
Yes, that's right, fly! Go in, fly to your ideal, and fly fast!
Hey, don't be busy, I really didn't want to praise her!
She is always like that, always giving me advice when I am in trouble, always discussing problems with me, always going in and out with me after class, always wiping my tears when I am depressed or even collapsed, teaching me to let go, go my own way, and put my troubles behind me ... Alas, really, she is always like this, so that without her, I seem to have lost something important to make her and me one-
I like quiet, only she understands me-every day she sits in a corner with me, especially physical education class. We don't like sneaking into other people's nests. We talk about ourselves, whether it's small secrets or chatting, whether it's venting or ... we all sit in a quiet corner, which can make people rational and clear-headed. ...
I like playing tricks on people, and only she understands me-haha. I still remember when we were in primary school, we laughed together, played pranks together, drew cartoons together, and the shareholders and the whole class got high together. In winter, we put ice cubes in someone's desk hole. There is heating in the class, which will melt after a while. Haha, when he came, the holes in the table were flooded and the books were wet ... Hehe, in fact, this is us hiding in the corner and laughing.
I like reading, I like discussing problems, and … no matter what I do, my love "flying" is always with me.
Uh-huh, I'll tell you a little secret. Xiao Fei followed me and learned a lot. I don't know or have an updated opinion. She went to ask the teacher with me. She knows as much as I do!
You are a song in my life.
There is a touching chapter.
There is also real happiness.
We should all be good, make progress and climb the mountain together!
Friendship is great. ...
The dark sky hangs low, bright stars follow, insects fly, insects fly, who are you missing? ...
The lake in summer night is always so charming, so quiet and mysterious. Wicker floats on the lake, causing layers of water waves to swing in the direction of the moon rising. I walked along the river bank and bypassed the willows. When I looked up, he came to me from the depths of the moonlight, as beautiful as an angel, as dazzling and charming ... unconsciously, we got closer and closer. "Hello," she said. I blushed a little, so I couldn't speak and forgot to answer. She didn't care and asked me, "Do you live here, too?" I suddenly came to my senses and said, "Huh? No, I'm just here for a few days. " "Oh, all right. Make friends, my name is Phyl. " "well. Inflammation. " "Together?" "hmm." So, we walked along the river and started a conversation. Under the glow of fireflies, we found that we were very similar in character, very speculative and had a good time chatting all night. The wind blows hard, insects and frogs hover in the air, catkins dance with the wind, fireflies and moonlight shine. Several times we looked up at each other and found that the other side was looking at ourselves, and then we quickly lowered our heads and smiled shyly. This is how the friendship between us began. ...
The stars in the sky shed tears, the roses on the ground wither, the cold wind blows, the cold wind blows, as long as you are with me …
How I long for all this to last forever … but we may all be on a plane called "time", which comes and goes impermanently …
Time passes in the summer night, and I am about to leave. Another night, our last night together ... Phyl and I met again under a willow tree. "inflammation." "What's the matter? Phyl ""Are you leaving? " "I ...", fireflies flying around, with catkins, hovering sad breath, she looked up and looked at me closely. This is the first time I've looked at Phyl for such a long time-so beautiful, really beautiful ... I turned my back and couldn't bear to look at her expectant eyes. There was a silence ... the light of fireflies shone silently on us, and a little light floated around us. The light is very weak, but I think my tears are shining in this light, which is so dazzling. I dried my tears, but I still couldn't speak ... Finally, at that moment, the silence was broken. I slowly looked back and saw that Phyl was still looking up at me, but there was a line of tears on her face. "Fool, don't cry ..." I stretched out my hand to wipe away her tears. "This is our last night together ..." "I ..." Phyl couldn't bear it any longer, covered her mouth and squatted down slowly, leaning against the tree and crying. "Phyl ..." I put my hand on her shoulder. "Fool, don't cry ..."
"Inflammation ..." I don't know how long it took, but I stopped crying and looked up. "Well, I stopped crying. This is our last night together ... after today ... we may never see each other again ... I am very happy and really happy these days with you ... As long as I have you, my world will be beautiful and have all the joy. So, I don't want to forget you, and you can't forget me ... ""Well ... I will, even if we never see each other again, we are still friends! Best friend! "
That night, we walked under the willows by the river again and again, fireflies flashed and catkins danced. The whole space is full of happiness and sadness, so we walked all night and enjoyed the romance between friendship and love. ...
"inflammation."
"Huh?"
"Goodbye ... remember, don't forget me, I will miss you ..."
"Goodbye ... well, miss you ..."
Cause and effect, these short days ...
Bye ... Phil ...
Insects fly and flowers sleep, and they are beautiful in pairs. I am not afraid of the wind, but my heart is broken, whether tired or not, regardless of the southeast and northwest. ...
One day, on my way home, I heard a chirp, followed by prestige, and saw many lovely birds in colorful cages. The eyes of these birds are full of sadness and desire to fly back to nature. Perhaps, in their hearts, they are silently praying for good people to let them fly. Don't my family have four birds, too? I will be that kind person! I quickened the pace of going home.
When I got home, I finally persuaded my parents, grandparents, and they finally agreed to release the birds! Let them return to nature. I couldn't wait to open the cage, but what happened in front of me surprised me: the four birds were very happy, but they all jumped out slowly, and they lost their enthusiasm for returning to nature? But these birds flapped their wings desperately and made the sound of "flapping, flapping, flapping", but they couldn't fly. I see, it's not that they have no enthusiasm to return to nature, but that they have no ability to return to nature. I froze! They were not like this before!
They often fly freely in the sky and keep company with towering trees; I often play freely on the earth and make friends with green leaves and red flowers. These birds can not only enjoy the trickle greedily, but also steal people's delicious food quietly. Didn't we catch them because they "stole" our watermelon? Our family lives on the twelfth floor! But now ... mom drives the bird home and says, "It's not my fault. It is lady bird and Mr. Bird who miss our family so much. " I nodded silently and reluctantly accepted the fact in front of me. The purpose of catching these birds is not to hurt them. I sincerely hope they can live a carefree and happy life! But I didn't expect ... I really regret it.
Back to my room, I thought a lot at my desk. Aren't the children of our generation like these caged birds? Our parents won't let us move here or take it there. We are afraid of being tired when going uphill and slippery when going downhill. In Uttar, Uttar's parents allowed her to travel alone, but how many parents would like to stay in China? In China, we are parents' favorites! Our parents may have the same idea of catching birds as me. They want us to live happily. Everything needs people to serve, and finally we become "little emperors" and "little princesses". In the long run, we will never fly like those birds and we don't know how to be independent!
Let's say loudly to our parents, "We don't want to be caged birds, let me fly!" " "
A year ago, I returned to Jianhu, a place that used to be just a small county in my eyes.
Walking aimlessly on the boulevard like this, it's already autumn, and stepping on the leaves that occasionally fall with the wind, I recall the lake I once built. More than ten years ago, when I was born, Jianhu seemed to be a small town that was not very impressive. She is neither rich nor famous, even many people in big cities have never heard of her name. When you walk out of this town and tell others that you are building the Lakers, maybe they will look down on you and laugh at you as a hillbilly ... I didn't know how big the outside world was when I was young, so I always thought that the place where the lake was built was vast. I thought that even if I walked for a long time, I would never finish watching, walking and enjoying. However, this child who grew up a little bit didn't know until he came into contact with the outside world that there was nothing wrong with building a lake. Indeed, this is my evaluation of Jianhu many years before I was born and now.
Fourteen years later, I came back here, and it was very different from the past. The reform and opening up has extended to the dependence on lake building, and our Xitang River is no longer dark sewage; That strip is no longer a narrow path where people can only walk and cars can't drive; Tall buildings have been built on the roadside, which may not be as big as Beijing ... There are so many people all over the country who know about Senda Shoes Co., Ltd. of Jianhu, and so many people are amazed at the shoes made by our Jianhu people. So this set a record for the output of leather shoes, ranking first in the country in 13. The Huai Opera in Jianhu is even more amazing! Jianhu is the birthplace of local Huai opera, with profound cultural heritage. Jianhu, known as the hometown of Huai Opera, has a long history. It is said that as early as the Han and Tang dynasties, our ancestors left us the imprint of these traditional cultures! At all times and in all countries, people asked me where I came from when I went out of Jianhu to the whole country. I can tell others that I come from Jianhu, which is not beautiful and proud. I can proudly introduce the characteristics and products of Jianhu to them! My hometown is always beautiful, yes, China is changing, and so is the change of building a lake!
I'd better keep walking and enjoy the scenery along the way. My heart is happy. While telling people all over the world about my big family-China, I can also announce to China that I have a beautiful little home-Jianhu!
The exam of composition 8 in Feitian Junior Two finally passed. I am really scared when I think of the weeks of reviewing before the exam that year, but what makes me happy is that I will have a wonderful weekend after sending away the terrible exam.
At the weekend, I woke up in the warm sunshine and stretched myself. I smiled with satisfaction. The weather was fine, and I drew a sigh for my weekend. I sat in a chair outside the door and combed my hair. Before the hair was tied, my mother's nagging sounded: "How to comb my hair? I was so lazy on weekends that I didn't write my homework. " "I have finished my homework." The voice is soft, as if the wind would blow it away. "When the homework is finished, review it." "But ... I finished the exam!" "Don't you have to study after the exam?" After the war of words, I still lost.
Silently walked back to the room, reluctantly picked up the book to review, read the book several times. The content in the book is so boring that I really have no interest in reading it again. I put down my book, rubbed my sore temples and looked out of the window. In the warm sunshine, the tree stretched out its arms and the birds on its shoulders sang happily. It is this euphemistic and crisp bird song that adds a touch of vitality to this silent mountain forest.
Just as I turned around, a small white figure came into view. I stopped to see what it was, but I could only see a vague outline because it was too far away. This little thing aroused my interest and made me have an impulse to see clearly.
After some ideological struggle, I decided to go and see it, even if I would be scolded. Walking on the path behind the mountain, the birds are still singing, but there are some flying leaves. I finally found that little white from the green mountains. When I got closer, it turned out to be a dandelion. Shouldn't all dandelions become bare at this time? Why are there such beautiful dandelions? Just when I was thinking about this problem, a gust of wind blew through my mind. I don't want to waste brain cells thinking about this problem. I stared at this dandelion intently to see if it would be blown away by the wind. After a while, the wind stopped, but the dandelion did not change. I couldn't help it any longer, and I blew a breath on it. With my help, dandelion seeds broke free from their mother's arms and flew into the blue sky.
My thoughts also flew away with dandelion. I loved my mother's hair when I was a child. It's black and slippery, and it has a faint fragrance. It is my happiest moment to fall asleep smelling that fragrance every day.
I remember one day, my mother took me out to play. I was attracted by dandelions on the roadside. I gently picked some plants and blocked the oncoming wind with my hands. I'm afraid the strong wind will blow the dandelion away. When I arrived at my mother, I excitedly said to her, "Mom, look, dandelion!" " "Mom smiled and touched my head. I suddenly had a bad idea. I blew the dandelion away when my mother wasn't looking. Many dandelions fly to my mother. My mother's hair is covered with dandelions. They poked their heads playfully and made me think they were saying, "Can you see us? "I was amused by these little guys, but my mother was confused by me.
I was immersed in that happy moment, but the damn wind just pulled me back from my memory to reality, and I muttered a few words angrily. Then I looked at the dandelion, and it stood there alone. From behind it, I saw loneliness and sadness. I suddenly felt guilty. It is because of my actions that dandelions with many children and grandchildren become lonely.
After blaming myself, I seem to understand something. The original question has been answered. Isn't this dandelion a portrayal of the world mother? It won't let the child go because it can't bear to. It holds the child tightly because it still has a thousand words to say to the child. Motherly love is like this-plain and light. The question was answered, but the mood did not become happy with it, but became heavier. I used to see the silver thread in my mother's hair, but now I feel only deep guilt. That silver thread is all because of me, which contains all my mother's deep love for me! I can't worry my mother any more, there is a voice in my heart saying. I nodded again and set foot on my way home.
Then I looked at the dandelion, and I said softly, Goodbye, flying dandelion! Thank you, flying dandelion!
Today we go to Guojiagou to collect wind.
There is a famous star named Xu in Guojiagou, who is a confident leader to get rich. In 20xx, Xu Xin firmly returned to his hometown and became the village party secretary. His family advised him not to do such a thankless job, but he always stuck to his beliefs. Within a few years, he made use of local advantages to build a one-stop peanut planting and processing, and let the brand of "folk peanut oil" go out of the mountains and out of Laiwu. In just a few years, a small mountain village has become a model village.
He dares to say and do it, serving the people wholeheartedly, building villas with the villagers, allowing the elderly in the village to live in safe and warm apartments for the elderly, taking care of the elderly in every possible way, and letting young people feel at ease working outside. In order to cultivate more talents, he set up a scholarship for college students in the village. Over the past few years, he has aged a lot, his face is no longer smooth, and the wrinkles around his eyes are getting deeper every day. He has no regrets, and realized his dreams, as well as those of the villagers.
10 campus, people outside want to come in and people inside want to go out.
Campus, like a colorful and beautiful garden, is also like a prison for imprisoned thoughts.
I am an ordinary but special bird on campus, because I am a bird without wings, but I am eager to fly, eager to fly on the white clouds that people regard as "other mountains are short in the sky". Flying over the sky that people call "blue sky", flying freely in the blue sky, looking down at the earth with my wings, pointing out the mountains with my majestic posture, inspiring words, but I have no wings, so I can never fly. Little by little.
I am always eager to fly. When birds fly high in public, my heart is always full of endless loneliness and loss. I am eager to fly with the wind and let the gentle wind touch every feather on my body. I am eager to fly with the rain and let the clear and transparent raindrops wash away every dust on my body; I am eager to fly with the fire, even if it disappears, it can make the fire burn my ambition; I long for ... but it's just my fantasy.
So I always like to fantasize that I am a bird with wings. After I have wings, I will continue to fly forward, flying to every corner of the world to find, to find my dream; To reflect the meaning of life. The faint luxury rhyme reveals that life is the passion and hope curling up on the horizon, the maple leaf redder than fire in autumn, and the red-crowned crane galloping on the beach at dusk. Looking back suddenly, I found that life was so simple.
I want to fly over spring, summer, autumn and winter with my wings and realize my lifelong dream.
In spring, I want to fly all over the land that belongs to spring with my wings, and see with my own eyes how beautiful the lakes and mountains are.