What's the taste of life? Some people say it is sour, leaving a lot of secrets of bitter before sweet; Some people say it is sweet, leaving many happy and brilliant moments; Some people say it is bitter, leaving many bumpy footprints; Some people even say it is spicy, leaving many unforgettable memories, just like mala Tang, which is so spicy that it makes you cry, but there is a fire. ...
In the eyes of our generation of middle school students, life has been filled with reference materials, that is to say, life has become insipid water with no taste at all. Just for the envy of classmates and the smile of teachers? No, learning is very important, but aside from the reference materials, you should see yourself and your future. Yes, a bright future needs rich knowledge to explore, but I don't want to let learning bury me. After studying, you should broaden your horizons and open your mind. I will let art color life, I will let music sprinkle ingredients on life, and I will let literature add miracles to life. In a word, I don't want to be a so-called "high score and low energy" student. The builders of the motherland need all kinds of talents, and those who just died of learning but can't use it flexibly will be eliminated by fierce social competition!
In my opinion, life should be sweet. Although there will be various difficulties in life, the dawn of overcoming them is sweet after all. Friends, don't forget to add some sugar to your life!
A meteor across the heart.
Boys and girls in the flower season have a story of their first love in their hearts. Whenever it is mentioned, some people say it is bitter, others say it is happy and happy. ...
What is first love?
Some people say that summer is a gurgling stream. It's hot in dog days, and I also want to go boating. This is the cold and beautiful plum blossom in winter. No matter how heavy the snow is, no matter how slippery the road is, there are smiling faces.
Some people say that spring breeze brings sand, but catkins stick to the body; It's a hot summer, 40 degrees high temperature and upset; Snow in winter makes people shudder. Once upon a time, you were clearly gone, but you were always in front of you.
And my first love, my memory, can only be approached by following the memory in the dead of night. Although there is no news from him now, I always think of him, miss his good, miss his bad and miss his unforgettable eyes. Maybe he has forgotten my existence, maybe he doesn't want to remember those seemingly happy memories, maybe he has a present worth cherishing, and I'm just the "past" he forgot. ...
Some people say, "Time is the best medicine for mental trauma." I tried to let time completely wash away your memory. Therefore, I study hard, so that I can't stop, so that I have no extra time to think about you. But I didn't try to forget myself, and I didn't try not to think about the past that was as static as photos, and the past that was collected with my diary. Whenever I am alone, I always think of you, and I am always afraid of overhearing your news. It was only over a month before the senior high school entrance examination, but at that extremely contradictory time, I received your letter.
You didn't write the sender's address and name on the envelope, only the word "Muji". I realized it was you, and I had a strong intuition that it must be you; I opened the letter trembling. I still remember the contents. You said you wanted to see me very much and asked me to contact you. With this letter, I hesitated. Should I contact you? Will it delay the exam? But I gave you countless question marks. Your voice on the phone is much more mature and strange; You invited me to meet on Saturday, but I didn't refuse. I never dreamed that there would be such a scene today. I'm wearing a white T-shirt, and you're wearing a black T-shirt, walking side by side in the street. We are very close, but we can clearly feel our distance; Your appearance has not changed much, but you can obviously feel strange to you; Your tone is still so familiar, but you can clearly feel the caution in our words.
We have no more * * * on the same topic, only choose silence. We sat face to face, and the happiness and sweetness of couples in fast food restaurants showed our stubbornness. "You seem to have changed a lot." A seemingly redundant sentence popped out of my mouth. "Are you? I don't think so, but my hair has been cut short. " This joke is not funny at all, I just smiled back. Loneliness has been cured again. After a long time, you offered to leave, as if you felt something. We didn't say a word all the way. Ben went with us, and we were scattered by the crowd. You stand across the street and I look at you. I want to be close to you, but I am pulled away by the crowd again and again. When we are shoulder to shoulder, that strange feeling comes from afar. At this time, we were wrapped from head to toe and couldn't go out.
When we parted, you said to me, "Be careful on the road." I can still feel that you still care about me, but you seem to be scared by my indifference. So, we lost touch again.
It rained in the hot evening and pedestrians were in a hurry. I imagined meeting again countless times, but it was so simple and unexpected. Walking slowly in the rain, tears finally rolled down with the rain.
I have never been close to him, always looking through the rain, thinking about living in a fantasy soil. Once I go from fantasy to reality, maybe my thoughts will cease to exist.
Good things are always short-lived and sad. First love is a meteor passing through my heart. It is short and pithy, unprecedented and unparalleled. The glory of that moment is enough for a lifetime of memories.
The cold winter has passed, and spring has come with light steps. For a time, the vast white snow and thick ice disappeared, and the biting north wind disappeared, followed by a vibrant scene.
Grass crept out of the soil, tender and green, and then all kinds of plants that had slept for a winter woke up slowly, greeting each other and joking, which was very lively. No, energetic, they decided to hold a debate contest to discuss who is the most beautiful in spring.
The grass spoke first: "In principle, I am the most beautiful in spring. Look at me, how green and energetic I am! Who can compare with my green dress? "
"Ah, words can't say that! Although you are light green, you will break when you blow, which is not as strong and straight as mine, and even less than my mature green! So I said, I am the most beautiful in spring! " Song Qing straightened his back and said proudly. "Come on, you call this beauty?" Yingchun proudly said, "Look at my little yellow flower, how cute it is!" People say that I am a mascot symbolizing the arrival of spring. As far as my beautiful petite appearance is concerned, it should be the most beautiful in spring! "
At this time, Xiaohe also came to join in the fun: "Although I am not as good as you in appearance, I have inner beauty! It is my inner beauty that melts the ice and snow. My cheerful and lively appearance is beautiful, so I should be the most beautiful in spring! " The little black said unconvinced.
Unknown little wildflowers on the roadside ran over to join in the fun: "Although I don't have a name, I am colorful. People who walk like to pick me up and wear it on their heads, which proves that I am more beautiful than any of you!" Therefore, I am the most beautiful in spring! "
"No, it's me! I am the most beautiful! " "No, it's me! I have inner beauty, do you? " What's the use of "inner beauty tube! I have a beautiful yellow dress. What about you? " "No, it's me!" "It's me!" They just kept arguing with each other.
The vast sky heard their quarrel and joined in the fun: "How vast and blue I am! I am the most beautiful in spring! "
Well, here comes another arrogant person, and everyone refuses to accept it. Naturally, there were endless quarrels ... until one day, a child came here to play and exclaimed, "Oh, how beautiful it is, with flowers, grass, rivers, blue sky and white clouds." This scene is really the most beautiful in spring! "
Yes, the most beautiful thing in spring is not a single flower, grass, tree, wood and river, but a combination of them. This is a beautiful picture!
Grow up. right hand
There are coils of hot air in the coffee cup, but it is not coffee, but Chinese medicine with the same temperature and slightly bitter taste!
I have been taking medicine for several years. The doctor said I must insist! So, I didn't say anything more, just listened to the cups of potions in my coffee cup!
Taste-slightly bitter!
I like to look out of the window when I drink medicine, even in the dark night, in the very deep darkness! Then pick up the coffee cup and drink it off! For many years, I have been holding a coffee cup in my left hand. I want to use my right hand because it carries too many unnecessary burdens.
I draw with my right hand. Despite my enthusiasm and hard work, those twisted and weird scrolls began to make me sick. I lost my paintbrush and escaped from the art hall that will be closed to me forever! Right hand, my right hand, first death! Leaving only bitter memories! Then, the square characters rolled out from the fingertips of the right hand are also distorted and ugly. I'm beginning to suspect that this is not a girl's right hand! I refuse to write, I don't want to insult my clever ancestors!
So, there is the following scene:
In the third grade class of primary school, in front of the whole class, the teacher loudly announced the decision to punish me for copying the whole book Chinese characters because I didn't hand in the fine print for a week! At that moment I curled up in the corner, and I kept looking at my right hand! Keep asking: "Why are you so disappointing!" What makes me sad is that this time, I will be ashamed of my ancestors, because in my right hand, a "square character" full of ugliness will be born!
My right hand-my heart hurts!
Because there are too many, I must write with my right hand! I turn pages with my right hand, I play ball with my right hand, but I will never pick up bitter medicine with my right hand and pour it into my stomach!
Because: bitterness, bitterness = bitterness 2. ...
Finally, I found the aura of my right hand! I can use it to write my favorite articles. I smiled and recalled the action of holding a coffee cup. My eyes slowly shed tears, a glittering and translucent flicker! -because of growth, because of your right hand!