The moon shines on the whole earth like a ghost. On the road, it was cold snow. I was welcomed by the cold wind when I came to Shihao Village. But unexpectedly, this place is so desolate.
I knocked on a farmer's door and saw an old woman stumbling out. I indicated that I wanted to spend the night. The old woman readily agreed. Looking around, the house is in ruins. That window can't even stop the wind. I am really worried about them. What if it rains? After entering the room, I only saw a woman, a child and the old woman's husband. The old woman and her husband are in rags, and the whole dress is covered with patches. And that woman looked at this scene "inside and outside the skirt", and I couldn't help thinking, where is the father of this child? According to them, the eldest son wrote a letter not long ago, saying that the second son had died for his country. Because the child has not been weaned, the child's mother has not remarried. After listening to their sad stories, I nodded sympathetically.
It's late at night, and everyone at home seems to be sleeping, but the old man is leaning on the bench in his clothes. Why? He said officials might come to arrest people at night. I am really sad to see the old man's face, which is calm in appearance and trembling in heart.
It's terribly quiet at night, and the old people are even more afraid that officials will knock on their doors. Because it means that someone has to serve, someone has to leave this broken home, and maybe even leave this beautiful and ugly world.
Hey, hey, footsteps are coming. Old people are more sensitive than me. They got up quickly, and the old woman said to the old man in a panic, "Go, go, the officials are going to arrest people!" " ! "The old man hurried over the wall and ran away. Then there was a quick knock on the door, and everyone knew with their toes that he was a vicious official. Through the broken window, I saw her trembling through the crack and opened the door. Several officers and men rushed in and shouted, "Is there anyone at home? The old woman cried and said, "My sons have all gone to serve the court, and there are no men at home. There is only one grandson and daughter-in-law who have not been weaned. If you must send someone to serve, arrest me. I can make breakfast for the people in the barracks before dawn ... before that, please allow me to say goodbye to my wife and grandson at home. ".So the officers and men left and went to the second house.
Turn around and go in. The old man sneaked in through the back door and the old woman stood at the door. They "hold hands and look at each other with tears, but they are speechless" and "tears flow first". The old woman turned away, and the old man looked at the distant figure, sad, tearful, wiping away tears and waving his hand.
Others say that parting is sad. When you leave your relatives and lovers, you know that kind of pain, that kind of heartbreaking pain is beyond others' understanding and experience.
"I am extremely worried, and I will pay for it in spring." But at this time, it is not a vibrant spring, but a cold winter, a cruel war and a sad parting. ...
Every day at the school gate, what I look forward to most is her caring eyes and kind attitude, as well as her warm care for me at school. She, my mother, is my spiritual pillar and the sunshine in my life. No matter how windy it is outside and how cold it is, as long as I play the coquetry in her arms, I will forget any sadness and shadow in the world.
Sometimes, my classmates' aimlessness at school often makes me want to fight with my classmates. When I get home, I often take it out on my sister. Once, I quarreled with my sister again, and my mother stood at the door of the room with a stick, her face half blue and half black. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my heart from all over. Finally, the feeling of pain disappeared, leaving only whispers and sobs. Did my mother cry? Mother who has been gritting her teeth cried! I began to regret it.
Afterwards, my mother touched my head and said, "You are so hard to stir up, and it's not me who finally cleaned up the mess?" Don't you know that your impulsive temper will harm you for life? To act rashly is to have no patience, you know? Treat people with a little kindness, don't add unnecessary disputes, think twice before you act, think about the people we love, think about ourselves, and be gentle. What does it matter if someone scolds you? If he has no self-restraint, will you follow him? You ... in short, you just lack' warmth, massiness, kindness, kindness'. "Especially the last four words, when my mother spit it out in her gentle and firm mouth, have been deeply rooted in my heart. I know that my mother's kindness has been poured into my heart and I can't leave it anymore.
Whenever I have another argument with others, I will think of my mother's words. At this moment, my clenched fist will slowly loosen, and my burning anger will slowly cool down. Gradually, people always praise me for my good temper, and I never let sadness, ecstasy and anger affect my mood. I know that these are by no means my nature, but I am glad that I died like a wild animal and survived a big difficulty. From then on, I can reduce a lot of regrets. I think, so far, the person who has the greatest influence on my future personality and future should be my mother!
Who's watching at the window?
There is no moon tonight, on the window sill over there, who is stopping to watch, watching the melancholy feeling and heartbeat instantly; Watch the inner hesitation and suffocation near the edge of death; Observe his heart, tenderness.
Tonight, doomed to sleepless. "Searching, empty, miserable. It is the most difficult to rest when it is warm and cold. " "Yellow flowers piled up all over the floor. Who can pick it now? "
"Keep the window, how can a person black? Indus more drizzle, until dusk, dribs and drabs ... "
Thousands of years ago, Li Qingzhao was watching and guarding her and her husband's last vows. She is so deeply grieved and unforgettable, as if going through fire and water and despairing of life. Why did she turn her back? Because her husband promised her that he would come back. However, year after year, it is far away.
Xin Qiji is watching. "Forty-three years, I still remember that in hope, I will be on fire in Yangzhou Road." He is guarding the border, looking forward to killing the enemy, looking forward to the reunification of the motherland, and looking forward to the self-improvement of the inner man. Unfortunately, he never expected to come.
Li Yu is watching. I have devoted my life to art. "The small building was easterly last night, so my country could not bear to look back at the bright moon." I look at the freedom in my soul and the peace in my inner corner, but how can I tolerate him? I only blame myself for watching it all my life, but I have never seen the free realm on the other side.
There is no snow tonight, who is still watching on that grass? Looking heartbreaking; A promise from my lover, I hope that winter will pass early, spring will bloom, and the universe will be endless and mysterious.
Tonight, an unusual night.
Lonely and lovelorn people are watching tonight. The soft corner of the heart is bleeding. After acquaintance-love-separation, the purest place in my heart has been covered with dust, and my heart is no longer moved by anyone. The night watchman finally didn't come. Guilt, or facing another person on another lawn? Tonight, I am doomed to die.
Who once sang "The Old Roots by Luoyang City", extending like memories; Who is singing "the memory of the former dynasty is the world of mortals, and it is not the blade that hurts people"; Who is promising to be with you and who is guilty of "I'm sorry, I love you". Time can't wash away memories, just like a funnel will never stop flowing because of external obstacles.
Who's watching out the window tonight?
Composition 4 in the second volume of the eighth grade: Falling flowers are independent, swift flies. -inscription
I was used to seeing the beautiful peony flowers in Tang poetry, and then I fell into the sad face of Song poetry. It turned out to be a joy, like drinking with a frivolous teenager with white sleeves and watching him play flute and dance sword for ten years and fall into the late autumn of Song Dynasty. The writer across the street brushed the paper and smiled strangely, but the sadness in his eyes was as intoxicating as the brewing autumn. He wrote with negative handwriting and rice paper flew over to write.
Just like Jia Baoyu in A Dream of Red Mansions, Yan was born with a golden spoon in her mouth. As the youngest son in the family, he is especially loved by his father. When he was five, his father asked him to recite a poem. However, Yan did not have stage fright. He ran up happily, clapped his hands and sang, "The wine is getting stronger and stronger, and Yuanyang embroidery is red." The guests were dumbfounded, and the little childe of the Prime Minister's family actually loved to recite Liu Yong's colourful words, and they all looked at each other. No wonder Yan was born and raised here, surrounded by pearls and jade. "Golden saddle beautiful boy, to jump. Tied by Lou Yuren, the embroidery is chilly in spring. " His daily life is full of ups and downs of lyrics, poems and wine, and he knows nothing about farming. How did he know that things were difficult? When he was rich, he was the son of Guo Xiang, with white flowers in the middle, wandering, and flowers not in the water. After the death of my father Yan Shu, everything seemed like a lifetime ago, and the tree fell apart, and the former Prime Minister's office was neglected. Young Yan has already realized cool thin's human feelings, which doomed Xiao Ling's sadness, a feeling that life precipitated and could not get rid of.
I still remember Yan's words, "I dreamed of being with you several times", similar to "I was drunk when I was struggling". He was immersed in memories until one day he saw an old singer. He never confides his thoughts directly, but his lingering thoughts tirelessly scratch people's hearts in his dreams. He is affectionate, but he never sells his color. He cares about being a man and shares his belt lightly. It's time to see that woman again. She danced for him, and then danced for his long life, so it was difficult to rebuild success. He wrote for her, "The fallen flower is independent and flies in the west." In addition to the general relationship-especially the relationship between men and women, I just show my mind lightly. Everyone has his own way to go. I am destined to go far away, and you may not be at home with me, so don't live here, live your own life and taste your own bitter fruit.
If Song Ci is a pool of spring water, then Yan's poems are graceful lotus flowers in a clear water, which are in bud and are moderate. Life endows Yan with talent, and it becomes more and more cruel with the disappearance of poetry. Some people say that the strict turn has opened the curtain of a complete era-the era of poetry. Since then, Liu Yong's long tune has gradually entered the rivers and lakes, and Yan's departure is the demise of Xiaoling. The same is true when you think about it. After all, no one can mention it to him in the next few years. No one can write the sadness of "spring scenery is still worrying, waist is thin" No one can write the helplessness of "the pipa string says acacia, the bright moon is like a colorful cloud", and no one can write the lingering of "the colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently" That is Yan's unique intoxicating melancholy, which cannot be easily imitated. Just like an excellent actor, he has never felt the same way, and it is impossible to show the personality of the characters in the play.
Some people say that Yan is stupid and doesn't know how to use his father's relationship, otherwise he wouldn't be in trouble. Why pursue that frivolous name, and finally leave a frustrated figure in history. I didn't. You want your ordinary life to live to a hundred years old. I want my hero to burn and wander poetically. There is nothing wrong, just different choices. Just like Yan's madness, it is an immortal wealth he left to this world.
I don't know when it started, a wish quietly entered my heart, and gradually became bigger and bigger in my mind. He is a wish known as a "scientist".
I often fantasize that if I were a great scientist, I would invent something that would make people all over the world feel happy and happy. For example, "family ointment"-can make people who have left their homes often go home to visit their families, narrow the distance between them and make history and family more harmonious. Then there is the "everything goes well pill"-let disappointment stay away from everyone, everything goes well, and life is optimistic and positive. There is also a "good mood potion"-used to relieve everyone's pressure and anger, let a good mood surround everyone all the time, and make the society more peaceful and better.
The main job of scientists is to research and invent for the benefit of mankind, so I want to be a scientist more. I want to know what will happen to the earth in the past, present and future. I really don't want the earth to invite nature to fight back against human beings, because human beings are too selfish and self-righteous and always think that we will not harm the earth by doing so, but invisibly, our earth has fallen ill. Therefore, I want to invent "earth-specific healing potion" and drop it on the polluted river to make it clean; Dropping on the bare hillside, let the trees sprout again and thrive; Drop on the broken ozone layer, make up the ozone layer, so that everyone will no longer be hurt.
If I encounter setbacks in my work, I will ask people who are better than me. For example, I will study new things to improve the living habits of people all over the world. Otherwise, many people can't walk on motorcycles, get fat, get sick and die, but I don't know how to invent it, so I have to ask someone who is better than me.
Nowadays, science and technology are becoming more and more developed, all thanks to scientists. Of course, we should thank scientists for their contributions, and everyone should encourage them instead of blaming them, because research requires great patience. I hope I can be a scientist in the future!
Everyone should have flowers in their hearts. What blooms in my heart is the flower of honesty, and the flower of honesty in my heart is honesty and trustworthiness.
Each of us should be honest with others, not to mention what honesty is, starting with small things. Everyone should know what is honest and trustworthy, and do what you promise others, not to mention whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, but you must do what you promise.
I don't know if you have read this story: a little boy got 59 points in the Chinese exam. He is the only student in the class who failed. Because he failed in the exam, his mother would beat him with a bamboo whip. He was afraid, so he timidly put forward the idea of borrowing a point from the teacher. The teacher told him that I would lend you one point and you would pay me back ten points for the final exam, okay? The little boy agreed to the teacher's request, and the teacher added one point to the little boy's paper. The little boy knows that he has to pay back the teacher's ten points, so he studies very hard and seriously. In the final exam, he scored 98 points in Chinese, and after ten points were returned to the teacher, there were still 88 points. The little boy won the Miyoshi Student Award and the Achievement Progress Award for the first time since he went to school.
From the above story, we can get an enlightenment: if we have a goal that can surpass ourselves and make unremitting efforts for it, this goal will be achieved. And those who break their promises every day and treat their promises as if they never happened will never succeed.
One afternoon, I did my homework with my classmate Xiao Rui. I didn't finish my homework because I was playful and didn't like it. Xiao Rui has been doing his homework carefully, while I have been playing. Soon, Xiao Rui's homework was finished, and I only wrote one third. I implored Xiao Rui to say, please accompany me to do my homework in the evening. I will write until eleven o'clock. Will you accompany me? Xiao Rui agreed, because we are good friends. Later, in the evening, when I was about to start my homework, it was just after nine o'clock, but Xiao Rui said she was going to bed, saying it was too late. My anger suddenly came up: who are you and who promised to accompany me until eleven o'clock? It's only nine o'clock, and you are so dishonest. Xiao Rui said unhurriedly: Honesty and trustworthiness are indeed what we should do, but you are doing harm to you by doing your homework so late, and you will be listless tomorrow morning. If I stay with you until eleven o'clock, I will be an accomplice. You can't talk about credit like this. After listening to her words, I woke up. I really understood what honesty and trustworthiness are, so I started to write my homework and finished it in less than ten o'clock.
The flower of honesty will bloom in in my heart forever, and my friends will never forget it, because I promised my friends that I would be naughty until I get old, so I must keep my promise.
Dishuiyan Scenic Area is located in the south of White County, Sichuan Province, Zhapan Village, Jianshe Township, about 5 kilometers away from the county seat. It attracts tourists from inside and outside the county with its strange scenery, and it is a famous tourist attraction. Walk along the foot of Baizhang Mountain, along the even-numbered bend (river), about 1 hour, that is, to the bottom of Dishuiyan. Looking up, I saw Lingyun on the cliff, a waterfall hanging from the hanging rock, just like a white dragon shaking all over the water and flying into the pool; It is also like a silver thread hanging in a bead, hanging straight in the sky, which naturally reminds people of Li Bai's famous sentence, "Flying to thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days."
On the left side of the waterfall, there is a winding mountain road that can reach the "dragon head". It turns out that this is an ordinary spring water, which gushes out from the cracks in the stone. It seems to escape the weight of its body, jumping happily, eager to fly, eager to join the chorus of the waterfall! Maybe it was a long journey, and it was tired again, and it slowly entered the pool along the stream. The blue sky, reflected on it, is so clean; White water vapor transpires from the pool, and under the refraction of the sun's light, it looks like colorful auspicious clouds, such as sunrise at sea and rainbow after rain, which makes people seem to enter a mythical realm. A circular halo surrounds you, and the seven colors set each other off, brilliant and incomparable! No, this is not a myth, but an amazing sight here-arc light.
There are lush pine trees at the top of the "faucet", which are lush and stand proudly; On the hillside are impenetrable peach forests and apricot trees, and mountain cherries are mixed in them; In the middle is a green lawn, which is dyed red by wild flowers in the east and red by wild flowers in the west. As charming as a girl's red face. A gust of wind blew, and red peach blossoms, white apricot flowers, yellow pine flowers and colorful grass flowers were playing in the green sea like a group of naughty children wearing different clothes. At this time, what you hear is the singing of the bird bowl and the praise of the tourists clapping, just as comfortable as enjoying a beautiful violin solo; At the moment, what you see are girls jumping on the carpet and boys laughing on the fruit trees, just like a group of colorful butterflies dancing among the red flowers and green trees. My friend, at this moment, you will be full of interest, and you can't wait to put all the music in your heart and have a panoramic view. Where is the shadow of fatigue with you?
Now, don't forget to eat some biscuits to fill your stomach. Thirst? It doesn't matter, if you go further north, it will be Lion Mountain in less than 10 minutes. A boulder is like a lion's mouth, and a clear spring flows out of it. Pine trees and wild flowers on the rocks are scrambling to dress up in front of this big round mirror, and even the leaves and petals are clearly reflected. On the right side of the lion's mouth, there is a hole that is bottomless. According to legend, it is a place where immortals make an alchemy. Put it into the lion's mouth after alchemy, so the spring water is especially delicious. Don't think this is a myth. If you taste the milk on the chest of Qingshan, it will be so sweet and refreshing, and you will feel refreshed! At this time, as long as you pay a little attention, you will see that when you reach out for the water, the blue waves jump, and the rock shadows, tree shadows, flower shadows and figures shake together, as if nature is holding a grand dance, bending down together, chasing each other and hugging each other. Enjoy enough, everything is calm, and the clear spring presents a quiet beauty with blue as the keynote. Being in this blue spring, it seems that the whole world is blue and life is blue. Yes, the dew of this clear spring makes the blue sky drunk, the tourists drunk and everything drunk.
Dishuiyan, it is really beautiful. When night falls quietly, reminding people to come back, a bright moon rises from the mountains with a smile, intending to see you off, making you feel like the tide on your way home, giving people a feeling of "climbing the mountain at the beginning of beauty, there is an unknown world".
Who makes the buds of the branches quite fat?
Who let the willow spread its green branches?
Who let the frozen stream melt slowly and sing sweet songs?
In the morning, warm sunshine covers the earth, and golden sunshine fills every space. I walked on the faint path, observing the grass and trees around me. I don't know when the green buds on the branches are screaming, many and dense, and a big tree is decorated with light green. A breeze blew, and the green buds on the branches fell off in disorder one by one. Standing under the tree, I held my breath. This is green rain. They dance and spin in the air. After a while, the ground was covered with green buds, and the English that fell was like a big green carpet.
The trees have turned green. What about the sky? I walked in the street and looked up. It was a sunny day, and only a small white shell-like swimming cloud was floating gracefully in the Wan Li. In this boundless blue, there is no cloudy sky, and the days are short and the nights are long. It's it. It's coming.
I stepped on the lawn, and there were some flowers on the lawn. They smile at the sun. It is the warm sunshine and fertile soil that give them life. Tough grass broke through the ground, as if giving someone a promise, eager to come out and visit the world.
Yes, it's coming, and spring has come quietly!
It is spring, which makes the tooth clusters of branches quite large;
Spring has arrived, and the willows stretch their green branches;
It's spring strips, which make the frozen stream melt slowly and sing sweet songs.
If you carefully observe the changes of plants around you, you can easily find that spring is very close to us; No, it's spring!
With the footsteps of spring, this beautiful day is coming to you and me, and my heart is as magnificent as the sea. I really want to write a song for you. Although I am not a singer or a poet, I can't write touching melodies. I lack the inspiration and genius of flash poetry. I'm ashamed that I didn't say my deepest love one by one, but today I want to dedicate a love song to you. Turn into sunshine and shine on your dark cheeks. May my song turn into rain and moisten your thirsty throat. May my songs turn into grass and bring fragrance to your life. You gave me a beating pulse. You gave me happiness. You taught me to face life with a smile. Years have eroded your cheeks. But today, your child's young heart has been deeply loved. In the morning light, you have a touching smile, but there is a trace of vicissitudes on your cheeks.
Your love is closely connected with me. In my blood, in my bones, in my heart, your love moved me. I finally know that there is one thing in this world, more abundant than the water of the Yangtze River, more breathtaking than the trend of Huangshan Mountain, more tenacious and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress, and that is your love, your deep love and selfless love, my mother. I didn't understand all this until now.
My mother is a restless person.
One night in late autumn last year, my mother sewed a cotton-padded jacket under the lamp. This is the only time when mom is free. During the day, my mother works in other people's homes, and when she gets home, she has to cook to put her sister to sleep. After these things, my mother did something else. At this time, I finished my homework and ran into my mother's room. I thought my mother was watching TV. As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked: "Mom, who are you sewing a cotton-padded jacket for?" Mom said, "Here you are!" I quickly replied, "What time is it now? Do you still make me a cotton-padded jacket?" Mother said, "Winter is coming soon. I'll do it then, and I won't freeze you! " "I didn't say anything more, just laughing at my mother's alarmism in my mind.
Months passed and winter finally came. The north wind roared, and the goose feather and snow were flying all over the sky. As soon as I went out, the whistling cold wind made me tremble all over. At this moment, my mother came over with a cotton-padded jacket and handed it to me. I was shocked! Mom smiled and said, "It's a good thing I did it in advance, or you will suffer in such a cold day!" " ! Go put it on! "When I put on that new cotton-padded jacket, a warm current immediately flooded my whole body.
I feel warm in this new cotton-padded jacket. Although my hands are cold, my heart is warm. In fact, there were not many people wearing cotton-padded jackets in the class at that time, only us. Other students are shivering with cold, and their envious eyes make us feel so proud! All day, my face was full of smiles.
This cotton-padded jacket is really warm, and there is mother's love!