Excellent composition of new shoots 1 spring, spring warms bloom, and the fragrance floats all over the world; Spring rains have moistened people's hearts ... the spring wind blows gently, with the fragrance of the earth, making people's cheeks red and the new buds in their hearts green.
It was a spring, and the branches on the tree still left some traces of winter, which looked a little pale. However, the yellow can't stop the temptation of green, and new buds stand out in the branches. However, in this budding spring, my friendship with them seems to have entered an ice age, and the cold wind swept away our good memories.
Every spring, we will run together in the morning light, and that day is no exception. We played and laughed on the playground.
"Why are you so ugly, like an elephant?" Somehow, I suddenly made a joke and laughed. It is true that the speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. He turned away, and I was in the dark, so I couldn't call him back. Oh, my God, I hurt him.
The new buds just spit out from the branches seem to be frozen stiff, without the vitality of early spring, hanging their heads, as if regretting our lost friendship. The sun also hides behind the dark clouds, ignoring the continuous drizzle that has just fallen.
In a blink of an eye, winter is high, and the cold wind blows away our good or sad memories and freezes them again. But I still can't forget the early spring of that spring, the new buds, the drizzle and the leaving figure. ...
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Yes, it's that season again-spring.
It's still time to look at the new buds on the branches, but for me, it's the season of enjoying spring unintentionally. A year has passed and a new year has begun. I look at myself. I seem to be mature again, a little less naive. Regret, that spring morning, I lost a friend until now. Are we forever in emotional debt? Branches always spit out new buds! Our friendship should be as full of vigor and vitality as this new bud. So I bravely asked him out to apologize.
The spring rain came as scheduled, raining like rain, without a trace of sadness, washing away the sad memories between us ... The flowers after the rain were particularly bright, bursting with smiles and emitting the fragrance of spring, even our hearts had a fragrance.
The branches in spring, the new buds are green and tender. I think the new bud of friendship can only grow in spring. It needs spring breeze, spring rain and spring sunshine.
It was late autumn, and I was walking alone on the boulevard of the campus. The bleak autumn wind wrapped the fallen leaves, which whirled in the air, as if I was unwilling to land quietly. Bend down and pick up a handful of fallen leaves, all yellow. My sorrow is "only under the eyebrows, but in my heart." I was very depressed when my monthly exam results met with waterloo. Being severely criticized by my father made me even sadder. My father and I have been quarreling for two days. All I feel these two days is depression, and my inner expectations for myself have collapsed.
I pushed open the door and found my mother watering my green radish. I couldn't help being shocked: my parents bought a pot of green radish last year and put it in the living room. I had nothing to do, so I cut it out and put it in my vase for safekeeping. However, my confidence was shattered by the monthly exam results in the past two weeks. Since then, I have no patience to take care of this flower and grass. It hasn't been watered for two weeks, and its leaves have turned yellow. An anonymous fire suddenly rose in my heart. "What are you watering? I hope it's yellow! So much worry! " I yelled at my mother and slammed the door.
Nothing has changed in these three or four days. I still don't know how to improve my mood and learning attitude. Strangely, my parents seldom criticize my study recently, and my mother insists on watering my green radish every day.
Unconsciously, a week passed. When I came home from school that day, I saw my mother watering the green radish. How pedantic! I thought to myself. Then he said, "I think we should throw it away!" " You water it every day, but has it improved? I really don't understand why you should do such a thing! "
"Why not?" My mother refuted me for the first time, and her voice was extremely powerful. I paused, then took a step and walked to my mother. I looked at the vase and found that the green radish didn't know when it had sprouted. It is tender and thin, but it gives people a tenacious and energetic feeling. My heart suddenly warmed up. I looked at my mother again. For a long time, my mother said:
"You haven't tried it, how do you know if it's feasible?" When talking, my mother and the sun outlined a silhouette, broken gold, dreamy and true. At that time, I suddenly thought of a sentence in Liu Xie's "Wen Xin Diao Long": "A dead tree meets spring, which is the image of an old tree sprouting." Vaguely, I seem to understand the meaning of this sentence. There seems to be a new bud in my heart, tender and thin.
Suddenly, I understood my mother's good intentions. Strange to say, I seem to be more adapted to the singing and dancing of water than a hammer. Looking out of the window, the cold wind is still wrapped around the fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves are still flying, but each leaf has its own deductive way.
It was last summer, the day when the typhoon came. That day, it was dark, the wind was blowing hard, and the rain kept falling from the sky. Everything has been tested by life in this storm.
I squatted in front of the window and stared at the flower bed downstairs through the glass window covered with raindrops. It is a small maple tree that has just been planted, with a few sparse red leaves. Under the devastation of the storm, this small maple tree unfortunately broke its branches, leaving only a bare trunk. I can't help feeling great sympathy for this little tree.
Since then, the little tree with only the trunk has been standing there. I once thought: Why not get the young tree out of the mud and let it die safely, but let it stand here and bear the blow of this storm?
This problem has been buried in my heart.
Unconsciously, we have stepped from 20xx to 20xx, and the tense final review is coming to an end. The pressure of study and boring review make me more and more nervous and afraid of the upcoming final exam.
In a blink of an eye, tension and fear accompanied me into the examination room, although I kept saying to myself, "Calm down! Don't be afraid! " But my heart still bumped around like a little dinosaur, and finally, it ended in failure.
The failure of the final exam hit me hard. Looking at the students who won the first place, they went home happily with 300 points. How envious he is, he feels lost in his terrible achievements, as if he had fallen into the abyss. ...
Just when I was unhappy, I suddenly found out from the window that there was a little dark red swaying on that broken little tree. I immediately rushed downstairs and saw a thin and tender twig on its bare trunk, and a small and crisp leaf spit out from it, like a baby's hand, tender and lovely. Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but feel a shock, as if there was a hot air coming at me.
Oh, I see! The choice of the small tree after breaking is to stay here and grow hard, waiting for the moment when the leaves grow again. What should I choose after that failure?
Suddenly, I was suddenly enlightened! Thank you, New Bud.
Excellent composition of New Bud 4 "Hoo! Hoo! " The north wind roared with white snow, and the dry branches were covered with white condensation, which crushed them. They are oppressed and degraded by the environment and can't get the slightest care. Without a good environment and love, they had to obey unconditionally in the snow and ice. No tomorrow, no hope, no sun. This is their destiny. They seem to be locked in the ice room, and nobody cares. People who are afraid will never patronize them. They'll just keep falling, falling ...
There is such a group of children, whose experience is one hundred times that of ordinary people. Perhaps it is because they have never received a good family education, or because they have never enjoyed a comfortable living environment, or because of various reasons, they have gone astray and done some negative things that they never thought of. Like a bolt from the blue, I was scolded by everyone, spurned by everyone, and walked into the high wall as a price. With the passage of time, winter has gone and spring has quietly come. No one has walked into the cold branches and cold hearts, and no one has knocked on the door for a long time. Their family, friends, teachers and classmates have never visited them, and they are condemned by their conscience day and night. The only thing that is fortunate is that there is a person they love in this cold high wall, and this is their mother in the high wall. Only she ever warmed their cold hearts, and gradually, the ice melted. It is not difficult to find that the original dry branches have been pulled off the green branches. This is not a charity in spring, but the result of my own efforts. The bitterness and pain that winter brings them is an indelible knot in their lives. Their yesterday, everything was too sudden, everything was young and ignorant, and everything was just curious. No one gave them care, and the harsh environment prompted them to walk into the abyss and gradually degenerate. In the high wall, they got care and stopped insisting on their stupidity. Spring melted them. They know what responsibility is, and they are no longer called "juvenile delinquents" who are spurned, but "new branches in the high wall". They are greeted by hope and the future.
Spring breeze blows green not only the mountains and rivers of the motherland, but also the little-known future.
The willows in the street sprouted again.
Just a casual glance when passing by, a wonderful green change melted into my eyes. Yes, that kind of green can't be painted. This is the color of spring.
In spring, I suddenly feel that this word is strange, and my thoughts are still immersed in the seemingly endless winter. This sudden green color makes my heart swell. Who will notice this willow tree in this season when everything is reviving and a hundred flowers are blooming? I can't help but stop.
In the evening, I go out for a walk alone. The wind in the Spring Festival is warm and comfortable. I prefer night to day. Although the stars are gone, there is no silence on any day.
Suddenly, I came to that street again.
The willow tree looks old, and at least four people can't surround it. It stands quietly under the dim street lamp, and every slender leaf stretches out. Bright leaves reflect green and yellow light, and some light shines on the ground through the cracks in the leaves, which is dim. Transplanted from the Heavenly Palace, the glory is exposed, and the leaves hang like jade, which is far from optimistic.
Under the tree, there is a row of flowers, roses and Chinese rose planted nearby. All kinds of flowers, which can be called up and can't be called up, have played a role in the background.
The cause of fruit is noble, and the cause of flower is sweet. Let me be the cause of leaves! But which flower and fruit can sing a monologue on such a beautiful night?
In a blink of an eye, it has been two months since I came to this strange city. Can there be any changes? No, the familiar continue to be familiar, the unfamiliar continue to be unfamiliar, and repeated failures make me want to give up. However, I don't know why. After a sigh, I stopped talking and thinking.
In fact, I thought about it for a long time and suddenly found out, what's to complain about? Maybe I was born as a supporting role and a background board to show how tall and excellent others are. Others are born with the leading role aura, and I can only be a, b and c, so why don't I play my own play well? Even if it is a supporting role, I will try my best to do well. Maybe one day, I will become an enviable protagonist. Now, although I am not the protagonist of the world, I am my own protagonist. My play has just begun, and A, B, C and D have also fought back.
Life is unequal, so people should treat it differently and stop deceiving themselves. Instead of complaining about self-pity, try to play your part. Forget winter, spring is coming.
I bid farewell to the wonderful green and walked further with a more brisk pace.