It has been said that on the way to the post station of life, everyone will always be deeply shocked by some invisible force, or be invisibly conquered by this force, so that their thoughts will be completely melted and invisible. This kind of power will make people feel moved.
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Heart lake ripples? The feeling of heartache?
Once upon a time, I lay on the green lawn, with open arms, feeling the light brought by the sun to everything, hoping that I could feel that kind of heartache;
Once upon a time, I walked in the quiet Woods, listened attentively, and felt the mood brought by birds singing to pedestrians. I hope it ripples on the lake in my heart;
So, I read such a book, and the story in the book made my heart tremble;
That's a driver. He has a heart attack, but he has to support his family. That day, when he drove a car full of people to the traffic lights, she had a heart attack and he was out of breath in pain. He tried his best to do only three things.
First, he drove the car slowly to the side of the road.
Second, he said with his last strength, get out of the car quickly.
Third, it took only a little effort to open the door.
After doing these three things, he looked at the medicine on the glass, leaned feebly on the steering wheel he had held for several years, and closed his eyes deeply;
As for the bottle of medicine, he actually saw it long ago, just, just afraid;
Now, he has left. Before he left, he did three ordinary things, stopping the car, telling the guests to get off and opening the car door, that's all.
After reading these, I was deeply moved by this ordinary and great driver, and my heart was deeply shocked. I was speechless, and I was completely speechless;
Yes, think back, during the Wenchuan earthquake, those stories, those touching stories, those gripping stories, those scenes with true feelings, how many chapters of blood and tears were written and how many stories of love were interpreted;
At this moment, my heart lake ripples for them and slowly spreads out;
Ripples Excellent Composition 2 "Mom, I'm back!" As soon as I entered the room, I shouted, "Is the meal ready? Is the dish ready? I'm starving! "
"all right! Ok! " Mother answered and proposed a series of dishes. Life is as calm as a calm lake.
After dinner, I will tear off a desk calendar. Looking at the desk calendar, I was surprised: "Mom, do you know what day it is today?" "What day?" My mother, who had just washed her rice bowl, stood beside me with a plate of fruit belonging to me and looked at the desk calendar.
"ah! Today is your birthday? " Finally, mom remembered. "How can I be so confused!" Mom looked at me with a little guilt and patted her forehead. Looking at my mother, I suddenly felt so sad that ripples appeared in my heart. A mother can't remember her daughter's birthday!
I picked up an apple and walked into the room in disappointment. My mind is blank and my heart is sour.
After a long time, my mother knocked into my room.
"I'm sorry, mom is wrong."
"Never mind, you are too tired from work!" I tried to hide my dissatisfaction. But I also know that mom didn't mean to.
Everything at home is calm as usual, as if nothing had happened. I don't know if this is the abnormal calm before the storm.
Mom went to work. Leave me at home. Looking at the empty home, I finally couldn't help feeling sad. Tears drop by drop. ...
But life will not stop because of me, and it will not make me sad. If you forget unhappiness, you can only think of sweetness. Dry my tears, my steps are still firm.
On the way home from self-study the next night, I imagined that my home was deserted. My mother should still be working the night shift, right?
Back home, the darkness at home confirmed my guess. I sighed with infinite sadness: this is not like a birthday, and the ripples in my heart have not been calmed down.
The mobile phone vibrates. When I opened the message, it was actually sent by my mother: Daughter, I know you are unhappy because I forgot your birthday, but my mother wants you to forget these unhappiness and go straight ahead. Mom loves you, forever!
Looking at the information, I burst into tears. It turns out that I don't want much, just a little blessing and concern. The ripples in my heart go on and on, which is just my yearning and pursuit of life.
When I opened the book, I suddenly remembered a sentence: If you want to marry, marry happiness. Yes, happiness is that ripples inadvertently touch your heart.
A ripple rises in my heart again.
It's cold in the middle of the night. Everything is shrouded in the pictures of late autumn and Leng Yue.
The phoenix tree outside the window is the most intolerant of the cold. Pieces of dead leaves hang on the branches, gentle as a beauty. As soon as the wind blows, it seems to be fleeting, smelling of depression and decline, spinning down one by one, leaving the last colorful dance marks, and then converting to the earth. In the cold night air, those unknown flowers under the tree are dreaming timidly, dreaming of the arrival of spring and winter, dreaming that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came, and then spring came. At that time, butterflies were flying around and bees were singing spring songs.
She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced. Then, a falling plane tree leaf, like a hand, gently covered her delicate body and gave her the last remaining warmth in late autumn. In the grass, there is no heat, irritability and noise of cicadas and summer insects on the trees all day, only a grasshopper rustling in the middle of the night and sighing hoarse like a flute ... Oh, what a beautiful midnight autumn scenery!
On a gloomy day, birds fly tirelessly, and a euphemistic crow finally breaks the long silence. Everything seems to be full of vitality and spirit, but only the drooping dead leaves, still with their heads down, are waiting for the last life to wither, waiting for the branches once covered with lush leaves to be lonely in the afterglow of the sunset. The branch is like an old man who is about to send away his life partner. He wants to keep something, but nothing is left.
At dusk, the distant mountains no longer feel solemn and stirring, but are a little warmer, faint carmine, hazy and beautiful, outlining the only clear outline of the mountains, reminding people of how beautiful the dusk scene will be, or the rolling mountains? The horizon always has an end, right? I think the sunset at dusk is everywhere in send warm, with the beauty of light makeup and people's hysteria.
The best thing is that it rained a little, and it was densely woven on the mountain, like cow hair and needles.
The mountains stand tall, like the newly added carmine in the dim light, washed away and slowly disappeared, while the ancient paintings preserved through the ages are intact, not afraid of wind and rain, and still maintain the inky rendering, leaving a vigorous spirit and the vicissitudes of the world.
Finally, I saw it: a little bit of Fei Ying, green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.