People who love life treat spring as sincerely and persistently as they cherish their own lives. A little green, a little green, will make his eyes bright and full of youthful brilliance: the middle of the lake is shining and rippling with happiness. For those who love it, spring exudes the magic and vitality of the air all the time.
Most of me who live on campus can't wait to wake up from my dream and open the window several times-there is still no sign of spring … I should go to the mall to buy a pair of "looking for a mirror" because I can't see green.
So, I don't know when spring crossed the threshold. Until that day, I went to the faucet to wash my face, and suddenly a green field rose-grass, grass Haha, giggle! My eyes are full of vigor and vitality. What a shock! The campus jumped from a low-key sketch to a wonderful oil painting and landscape painting overnight! Suddenly, my heart is like a flaming wild chrysanthemum, opening and opening hard!
I don't know when spring crossed the threshold and walked into the campus.
This is a willow with leaves and buds. Small green leaves are like flower-and-bird paintings on curtains, and of course they are more lovely. When the spring breeze explodes, they will touch me and I will touch you. Of course, they are not fighting. They are kissing each other, encouraging each other and playing with each other, just like children playing bumper cars, laughing and laughing, extremely happy, friendly and sweet. Willow branches are like beautiful long hair, shawl to crotch. Wearing a small green hairpin on her long hair, drifting into the clear sky with the wind, enjoying the elegance of the spring girl!
I can't help thinking of the first day, my first day of life. Because these beautiful picture books are too much like a tape, I picked up the life of the first grade one by one.
If you are unhappy on the first day, your study is not outstanding, and you will be silent when you encounter sad things. Once the teacher told me a "secret recipe for happiness", he said ... So whenever I am unhappy, I always go to the window in a conditioned way, look at the little willow tree quietly through the clear and clean glass, and talk and chat with it in my unique language. It used to comfort me when I was hurt and make me happy again. Encouraged me more than once, come on! Come on! Leaves are growing. The flowers are blooming. Fruit! In the days to come, Liu and I were very mysterious and close friends, in which I found the value of life and the hope of life!
Today's willows are full of foliage and vitality. It can be said that "the season of the year lies in spring". It is surrounded by clusters of pink and white flowers. Hua Teng has built a bridge, and a naughty, lovely and hardworking elf bee is buzzing and dancing. Their singing was an attacking wave, which accidentally fell into the children's heart lake, so the heart lake threw countless ripples, such as thousands of ropes, and arrested the wave. "I caught it!" A group of children in Grade One of Senior High School cried excitedly and happily. I took back my heart scattered on the ground, turned and walked back to the classroom with a smile.
Nature is a beautiful and mysterious landscape. In fact, in people's lives, beauty is everywhere. It's just that we are too busy to pass by the beautiful things without knowing it. In the later life, I slowed down, blue sky, white clouds, flowers, birds, grass, insects ... let green stay in my heart forever!
Campus spring, spring campus-beauty!
A scenic line
In the evening, snowflakes are flying and spinning in the air, bringing a quiet and serene atmosphere to this busy and noisy world.
I was sitting under the window doing my homework when I heard the noise outside. I opened the window and looked out. I saw a group of migrant workers coming under the dim street lamp. Their hair is long and unkempt, they are wearing outdated thin cotton-padded clothes, and each of them is holding a bedroll. They stopped at the bus stop sign under the street lamp and talked loudly.
I only heard a voice say, "Third, if you can get a wife when you go home this time and have a baby next year, you will be a father!" " "They all burst into laughter, and the old man laughed a few times like a joke. You can hear that there is something proud in the laughter. He is about thirty years old and thin.
"This time I'm going home, I'm going to transform the roof of my house. My wife has been nagging for years! " Another short man in his forties said that there was an undisguised joy and satisfaction in his words.
Another old, dark and thin man said to the young man next to him, "Did you bring medicine for your father?" "That which can forget? I have it with me! It is said that this medicine is effective. When I get it home, I won't worry about working outside as soon as arthritis is cured. " A young man with glasses said. He looks like a high school graduate.
Yes, winter goes and summer comes. I worked hard for a year and ran around for a year. I don't know how much I have suffered and how much I am tired. I just want to go home with the hard money that makes the whole family happy and usable. At this time, their eyes must have seen their wife's loving eyes, their children's happy expressions, and their parents' gratified smiles when they returned home. Imagine your intoxication at that time. All the sweat and tears, bitterness and pain have evaporated without a trace this year.
At this time, there was the motor sound of cars in the distance, and the group of migrant workers picked up their bags and kept walking in the middle of the road, looking into the distance one by one.
After the car stopped, they got on the bus quickly and methodically. I don't know who said something, but this group of people all laughed. Laughter is hearty, rough, simple, cordial and heartfelt.
After getting on the bus, they were still talking about something enthusiastically, which was in sharp contrast with the quiet night. But it is not as vulgar, boring and annoying as the noise in the street, but it has an affinity, an irresistible affinity.
I stared out of the window, and the snowflakes were still flying. I wonder if they also feel the ordinary happiness of these people. After a while, the bus started, like a happy boat, carrying a boat's longing and laughter, gradually drifting away and becoming more and more blurred, but the scenery of them waiting for the bus on the roadside was fixed in my mind and became more and more clear. ...
We walked together (1)
Occasionally, when I turn over the bookcase, I see a golden color and shine. This is a book. She gave it to me. Golden leather makes people feel warm. At this point, my fingers were cold, but I clung to my pen and tried to concentrate on my work, but the cage of memory refused to let me go. ...
That autumn, we met and left too many memories in such an affectionate and poetic season. She is such a special person. He is my Chinese teacher and my good friend.
I like her because of her sense of responsibility. Her teaching experience is not long, but she is diligent. When I first saw the comment on writing in my diary, I was deeply moved. Each article has sketches and comments. That comment on writing is like a ray of sunshine, guiding me and warming me; That comment on writing is not artificial, every sentence comes from the heart.
I like her because she is full of energy. She is very young, like a big sister. She often discusses and chats with us, and often takes out some small activities to play with us. She never puts on airs. After class, we are close friends.
I like her, because of her understanding, I often forget to ask or hand in my homework. However, she is quite tolerant of my careless class representative. It is precisely because of this understanding that I am more strict with myself and must never make such a low-level mistake again.
I like her better because she knows me.
She said, I am like a hibiscus flower, interpreting a tough, eternal and beautiful flower; She said, I will face others with my smile, and I will bear everything with my thin shoulders; She said that I have always been a smart and studious little girl; She said that I have always been a thoughtful and knowledgeable little girl; She knows that I am the kind of girl who especially likes to laugh heroically even if she falls down. She knows that I am the girl who has been waiting for the dream of purple lavender; She knows that I am the girl who is going to write a poem for Lavender. ...
And she also told me that as long as there is solid land under our feet, we can stand firm; She told me to go my own way and go on firmly; She told me that a person who no longer loves you is not worth cherishing, and a person who no longer cares about you is not worth retaining; She told me to be strong and take every step firmly. ...
There are too many indelible stories between us. However, these beautiful and pure things haunt me from time to time after separation. We walked together for a year, just a year, long and short. Long enough to carry so many stories, so many touches; It was so short that I didn't wake up. It was then that I suddenly realized. At the thought of this, a crystal clear liquid is produced in my eyes, and my nose is sour. My eyes are full of that piece of gold, which is like the sun, shining and warming me, just like her love.
Finally, I just want to say, Du, there will always be a corner in my heart, a friend who taught me to understand, be strong, be brave and wait. I will always remember that as long as there is solid land under my feet, I can stand firm!
Perhaps, it is in this separation that we grow up slowly.
We walked together (2)
"I said that you are an April day on earth, laughter lights up the winds around you, and you dance lightly in the spring." Since I met you, you seem to have been weaving literary dreams for me. At that time, I was ignorant, and I always loved to hear you say quatrains, to hear you classify the heavy rain as ancient rhyme, and to hear you draw ink paintings in your heart. Is it a dream of red mansions? Is it Su Xiaomei? Is it a land tour? Is it Li Taibai? There are too many, which makes me feel that the days we have passed together are like a grand peach blossom banquet belonging to literature, sweet and moist. You are so deep, elegant and talented.
"In the gaze, you are regarded as a bird of Chihiro; In listening, you are listened to as a flute with a thousand holes. " I remember you said you would take our children to Beijing to see if a famous school like Tsinghua Peking University is worth fighting for. I remember you said that learning sometimes lies not in cleverness, but in persistence. I also remember that you saw Jason's My Four Seasons. "If a person can expect something, he can go all out." I will never forget that firm voice. At that time, it was midsummer, and the phoenix tree fell into a cool green, paving the way for the light and shadow we walked together. You are such a passionate, diligent and tireless person.
"It's the sadness of lonely autumn, and it's the acacia in the far sea. If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name. " Three years with you is as short as sleep, but it is in this kind of sleep that you let the spring breeze bring me a happy dream. In my dream, you taught me literary knowledge, learned knowledge, and more importantly, you taught me self-confidence and struggle. Now that I think about it, the time we passed together was like a cool misty rain, which sprinkled on my brow in front of the flowers. Such you, such persuasion, let me remember you.
"May your future be bright, may you have a lover and may you be happy in the world." A song is tender, is it your erhu string sound? Have your dreams been saturated by the imaginary river running far away? Sit down for a while and have a sip of "Biluochun" before you go. The days we walked together are over, and I will spend the whole spring saying goodbye to you.
Dear teacher, please allow me to finally change a "country wine" from Lan Shu to thank you for accompanying me through these three years:
In the past three years, you have instilled literature in me. I am in the prime of life, you are strong and spring is strong; Three years later, I recalled you in the examination room. You are a glass of clear water wine, full of you and full of thoughts.
We walked together (3)
That road, where is it? I hurried by, not knowing whether it was sour or slightly bitter. ...
Butterfly's life is destined to be extraordinary. She will undergo an eternal transformation, and her life will be accompanied by it.
When she was a caterpillar, she didn't necessarily know that she had experienced endless pain with her. How should she choose? Is moaning an option? or ...
I still remember my mother once said, "God is fair to all of us." I won't feel inferior, I won't give up, I have to rely on myself. "There is no road in the world, and more people will become roads." Suffering, we walked together. To experience the baptism of the storm, with her own dreams, she is on the road. ...
There is no doubt that the road is rugged. Going for a walk with lark was only met with a sneer, but she still endured it. Suddenly it began to rain lightly. Every bud is a greedy child at the moment, and the crops in the wheat field are the biggest winners. It's all given by nature, and she's the only one, and she's on her way before she can envy it. She firmly believes that her ideal is still far away. We walked together, through this persistent pursuit.
This road has no end. ...
One day, she felt that she couldn't move and was gradually wrapped up. This is just the beginning, the beginning of a new life, and the road under her feet is far from stopping. Only when you walk a road can you see the rainbow after the storm. This road is steady. Gradually with the passage of time, she emerged from the cocoon and became the most beautiful angel sent by heaven, a wing bearing too much hope. Please firmly believe that this road, we walked together and lived alone, isn't this the best interpretation of life?
We walked together and saw the rainbow after the storm. ...
Until now, we didn't really understand the road, which was right under our feet.
We walked together (4)
Large wheat fields, blue sky and white clouds. In the wheat harvest season, we walk with adults and share joy and joy. ...
When the sunny sky was once again held up by the golden wheat fields, the smell of busy farming had already permeated every household. When the adults went to harvest in the fields with sickles, we got up early with excitement and came to the ridge before the sun shone on the bed. The adults waved sickles and cut forward line by line; We chased on the ridge and laughed in the fields. Adults who are tired of cutting often stand up straight and have a rest. When they saw us playing beside them, they smiled and continued to bend down and wave their sickles. ...
Towards noon, the sun was getting more and more excited, so we hid at home, poured a big cup of hot tea quite sensibly, went outside and picked some nameless vanilla leaves, washed them and put them in the cup. Looking at the green and fragrant Ye Er and smelling the faint aroma, I imagined the scene of adults "grabbing tea" later ... My mouth was wide open, I skipped to the kitchen and squatted by the stove, watching my grandfather send straw one by one into the stove, thinking that there would be several favorite dishes on the table in a moment, and I secretly smiled ... When I saw that the meal was ready, I skipped it.
After lunch and nap, it's almost evening. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, the cheerful figure began to shuttle again. We still follow the beat of the sickle, running, jumping, laughing and playing carefree in the fields. The sunset hanging in the fiery red sky seems to be laughing at us and deeply intoxicated. ...
However, the sunset will always set and carefree children will always grow up. Now, I am sitting in the examination room, still looking up at the sky, imagining that tomorrow's sky is still like a freshly dyed cloth with a blue background and many patterns made of white clouds. I will still run, jump, laugh and walk with adults without any worries. ...
I'll tell you in private.
From then on, I am like an eagle, flying proudly in your arms; Like a floating white cloud, I fell asleep on your shoulder; I am like your naughty child, always shining at night. Because of my kindness and loveliness, you are no longer dark and lonely in my beautiful sky. Only with your support can I call for the future.
The sky is the most beautiful, it contains all souls. The world and human feelings are like a long gallery, which has no end, but it is also a place where people can reflect. People can always break their promises to anyone, but even wearing a beautiful mask here is not enough to escape the interrogation of conscience.
For myself, I always perfect myself ideally. No matter from morality or study, I pursue myself and strive to be the best. Every day, every moment, I make a promise to myself, but at the same time, I gradually forget every day and every moment.
Every time I test my promise, she pulls me to the sky, playing with everything I break my promise, and makes me fall from the sky at once. Suddenly, I find that I didn't play the value of living well during this time, which makes me feel guilty and makes me stop living, face my mistakes and improve myself.
Under this sky, I have made progress, but I also have my own mistakes. Fortunately, I can always correct my mistakes in time. Let me tell you quietly that today, I grew up because of you. Because of you, I have confirmed the importance of conscience. Maybe you are a mirror that penetrates people's hearts. You let me see myself clearly and know myself correctly.
I'll tell you in private.
When I am a stream, I yearn for the sea; When I am myself, I yearn for the boundless sky; When I was a grass, I expected to see the blue grassland. Are you still longing for the sea, sky and grassland? I tell you quietly that anything is possible if you give your dream a height and your life a fulcrum.
Metersbonwe
I told you quietly, don't follow suit. Make a swing, just a gust of wind, and you will fall in the direction of the wind. You should learn to stick to your wishes, be a persistent person, be a grass in the vast desert, not be afraid of sandstorms, stick to your beliefs, not take an ordinary road and not dream an ordinary dream.
ERKE
I tell you quietly, tell you to do your best, don't care if it is the most beautiful one, as long as it is the most difficult one. A group of people flying kites, if you want to do it, be the closest person to the sky. Don't care about the sun and wind, just do Tu beNo. 1.
Saiqi
Seven life series, which lifestyle do you choose? Wang Feng's heartbreaking cry echoed in his ears: "I want to fly higher, I want to fly higher. . . . . . "This time next year, it is a new starting point. We are all working hard and struggling. I tell you quietly, fighting for our dreams.
Li Ning
I can't agree with immutability, but it will be broken. We should all strive to create our own excellence and give the world an extraordinary self. Don't say you dare not. You don't want to play like this. You are really weak! Come on! Let's work together to achieve our Excellence. Between you and me, anything is possible.
I tell you quietly that if you do this, you will be the mighty sea, the boundless sky and the previously closed qingqing grasslands!
I'll tell you in private.
The past, like sunshine through the treetops, is often scattered in my mind, and the fence of memory is quietly opened in the middle of the night, mixed with the fragrance of old wine.
I'll tell you quietly-mom!
one
Going home on Friday night, there are many people, so I have to sit in front of the car with you and sit on you. What a familiar feeling! I only remember sitting on your lap when I was a child, humming the children's songs I just learned, but suddenly I have grown up. You put your head on mine and see your old face in the mirror. You must have put a lot of thought into it, but you said, "Actually, my daughter didn't put much thought into it!" " "My heart is pounding. . . . . .
It really didn't take long.
Yes, all parents have no regrets or even satisfaction about what they have done for their children.
Let me tell you quietly: "I will be a smart and sensible daughter."
two
The time after getting up in the morning is my happiest. A bowl of millet porridge is quietly placed on the table, waiting for my arrival. Porridge is so white, like milk, like milk, glittering and translucent luster. It smells refreshing, and it feels refreshing when the bell rings. I am reluctant to eat. But once you eat it, you can't wait to eat it all at once. Silk is tender and crisp, moistening throat, warming stomach and heart.
In the reflection of porridge, I clearly saw my mother's hard work, getting up early and greedy for darkness, day after day, without complaint, and getting up before dawn to cook porridge for me. . . . . .
The bowl of millet porridge every morning is like a bright lamp, which illuminates my heart; Like a ray of sunshine, it warms my body and mind; It is like a clear spring, nourishing my heart. . . . . .
Let me tell you quietly: "Mom, you have worked hard."
three
After coming home from school every night, there is always your thin figure in the dark. In the wind, your face is endless fatigue. When you saw me, the fatigue on your face turned into happiness. When you came to me, the light slipped from your head to your shoulder, and the elongated shadow became thinner. You take my schoolbag and say with a smile, are you tired?
When I got home, the table was full of food, just the smell of love!
Let me tell you quietly: "Mom, you have worked hard." I won't listen any more. "
I'll tell you quietly, mom, I'll try my best. There are still a few days, let me try my best to prove it!