Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt.
Ah, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a jingguan, I dare not.
I dare not make any noise.
Ah, mom,
I often look up at your photos sadly,
Even if the call can penetrate the loess,
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this,
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory,
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
2. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Ah, it smells good". In the morning, I was soft and sleepy, carrying a bulging schoolbag and leaning under the bus stop. I chewed my unfinished bread and looked at whether there was a car in the distance.
Every day is like this-the same place, the same scene, the same person, the same me. I can say these things I am used to with my eyes closed. The uncle on the left seems to work in a processing factory and wears the same gray uniform every day. Love stand is a fashionable aunt waiting for the bus on the right. ...
Didi ~ the car honked to the station and the crowd rushed in. When I entered the carriage, I suddenly smelled a wisp of flowers and couldn't help saying, "It smells good!" I hurried to find the source of the smell. It turned out to be a bunch of lilies sandwiched between two windows on the left. I was quickly squeezed into the middle of the carriage by the crowd and found a seat in the back. The bus started again, and I carefully observed the people sitting under the flower. It is a girl who takes the same bus with me every day, but gets off two stops earlier than me. The uncle in uniform sat down and said to the person next to him, "It smells good."
The next stop arrived, and the people from the next stop rushed in again. Everyone who came up smelled the fragrance, and everyone couldn't help saying, "It smells good!" "The people in the car will kindly point to the bouquet of lilies on the window. When people coming up from behind see it, they will smile and sit next to those who show him the way and greet each other. Soon, the people in the car will start talking to their neighbors. It turns out that people who take this bus are already familiar with it, but they never talk.
At the girls' station, everyone stopped talking. I saw the girl take off the lily, took a deep breath at it, then put it in the window and got off the bus. I looked at her through the window, and the early morning sun slanted in from the outside, dyeing the girl's hair tips golden. Why didn't I find her so beautiful before? The car continued to walk, carrying a car full of people who had long known each other.
Life is full of familiar strangers. In fact, just a wisp of flower fragrance can eliminate the dust in people's hearts, and the true feelings are like flowers. Let's listen attentively to the lasting fragrance of flowers.
Since ancient times, many people sincerely hope that people can be happy, and Liu Yong is one of them.
This man who claims to be "hot-hearted and cold-eyed" is an expert in cooking chicken soup for the soul, and many bookstores have his counters. He wrote a book and vowed to make the people happy.
I'm curious, does anyone really create happiness? I couldn't help but be curious and bought a book. I can't remember the title. It seems to be called: How to be a happy person. I was disappointed after turning it over.
Although Liu Yong is eloquent and well-intentioned, I am not happy about it. It's really not disappointing. I often feel unhappy.
It may be because of lack of money (maybe I will be happy if I have more money); Maybe it's because I have no power (maybe I will be happy if I have enough power); Maybe it's because I'm not a genius (not necessarily without money and power, but if I have enough wisdom, maybe I'll be happy) ... However, this is all hypothetical. In fact, I don't know the real reason why I am unhappy. I am unhappy for no reason, and there is no exact reason. I'm not cynical, I don't complain, I don't care about the country and the people, I don't complain, I seem to have no reason.
But it's too real to be saved. I seldom laugh. I never know how to laugh when I can't breathe. I am more of a wry smile, and I just smile when I listen to humorous yellow jokes.
I am an unhappy person. Some people insist that there are only unhappy people in the world, and there are no unhappy people.
Liu Yong is just one of many people who hold this view, and of course he is not a very good one. From philosophers to leaders, to priests, to sketch actors, to psychological counselors, to every TV worker, they rack their brains and try their best to create laughter and happiness for people.
Television is undoubtedly the most diligent in creating happiness. For the purpose of entertainment to death, television is duty-bound to act as a happy machine of this era. Its sacred mission is to create happiness for the public at the top of my lungs.
Entertainment programs bring forth the old and bring forth the new, and the hosts are all happy angels, each of whom is more fantastic and bent on turning this flashy world into a sea of joy. I admit that their spirit is commendable, but I never believe that happiness can be copied in batches like this.
Because happiness is not a highly pathogenic bacterium, it can be transmitted to each other quickly. Their happiness is not my happiness.
I hate smiling for no reason. The louder the voice, the more I avoid it.
Overexaggerating happiness is also a problem. Why do those popular comedy sketches die out? Because they wanted to make people happy too much, they walked too far and fell down. The internet is even more outrageous. It regards spoofing as fun, and it hasn't even figured out what happiness is.
Looking at Maitreya, who is beaming all day, I know that those great religions have made the most achievements in creating happiness, but the religions are too extensive and profound, and their use to ordinary people is very limited. I stumbled across a flaw in some grand teachings.
For example, monks from Epicurus abroad to famous mountains and temples in China all like to say that contentment is always enough. The reality is that contented people are always happy, let alone happy.
Contentment is just a kind of helplessness. It can make you want it at most, but it can't make you happy. Only when you have it can you say give up.
It doesn't seem to be a clever way to close your eyes and say that all colors are empty. Hiding in a wooden bucket to bask in the sun, knocking on a basin on his wife's grave, standing motionless against the wall for more than ten years, picking off chrysanthemums on the fence with stars and Dai Yue, and asking his son to take a five-legged horse out to eat and get drunk ... These etiquette have always been said to be a good example of happiness, which has been passed down through the ages.
I admit that these people are saints, but I don't believe they are all happy people. I stubbornly believe that this is misleading.
Perhaps it is because these saints are unhappy that they are so poor. I guess, if diogenes is really happy, he will definitely follow Alexander the Great to travel to the north instead of basking in the sun bored; If Li Taibai is really happy, he must be writing poems in the palace of Tang Minghuang, and he won't get drunk in street bars ... It can be seen that there are very few truly happy people, unhappy people are not heterogeneous, and happy people are also heterogeneous.
Plato never laughed. Since ancient times, so many people have committed suicide, so it can't be said that they are all insane.
But Liu Yong, they don't believe this. Mr. Liu Yong told me that as long as you smile at life, life will smile at you.
Happy messenger also told us that it doesn't matter without money and wisdom, as long as you have a happy heart, you can be happy; Even clapping your hands and shouting three times can suddenly make you happy. I haven't tried it, I dare not say it is useful; However, is this true? It is always doubtful that happiness is so easy to get.
Happiness seems to be a very cheap gift, given to people for free. Even if it is a fart big festival, there are countless happy blessings surging.
We are crazy about happiness only because real happiness is out of reach. True happiness is a luxury, not as rich as we think.
There are many people who walk all their lives for a little happiness and get nothing. We forgot this on purpose. I'm not avoiding and mystifying. Actually, I have a fatalistic idea.
If people are really happy, they won't cry when they are born; Religious opium will not sell well in the world. Is anyone really happy? Are millionaires happy? Are the stars happy? Are powerful people happy? Most importantly, if you were them, would you be happy? Every time those artists on TV show their faces, they emphasize that he is really happy to meet everyone! I am often dubious about this.
It is true that children are not a fish who knows the happiness of fish; But I still doubt: will he really be as happy as he says when he sees us strangers? It doesn't make sense. Obviously, there are many people who pretend to be happy in this world.
Melancholy is the boundless sky, and happiness is the little morning star. Really, happiness is just a small reward.
Lure us to face the sadness of life. Happiness is a luxury, it is superficial, it will not produce anything of value, and it is often laughed off.
Jie Chen said that a society that overemphasizes happiness.
4. Write a composition on the topic of listening. Birds sing about life with their crows, while fish send messages with their limbs. We use language to exchange ideas, express feelings, praise life and sigh nature. This is listening. Listening is a kind of communication, an intimate attitude, and a long way for us to understand each other's hearts and appreciate nature. We should learn to listen to the natural wind and waves, and also learn to listen to him. Life is a beautiful music, in which there are joyful notes and painful notes. If you want to know these notes, you should listen. Once you have this understanding, you will feel that listening is around you. Life is an endless sea, with sudden jumping waves and ups and downs. If you want to feel the sound of the sea, you should listen. Once you have this feeling, you will feel that listening is around you. Listening is the flower of the soul. Listening can reflect the light of pure enthusiasm. Listening is a breeze that can blow away the haze hanging over people's hearts. Listening is a meteor that breaks through the night and can bring hope to people; Listening is an unparalleled flower, which can bloom the core of life in exchange for people's appreciation and trust. Listening to the teachings of elders is like reading a good book, which really benefits a lot. Listen to friends, share happiness and pain with friends, and make friends feel that they are not alone. Listening to others' complaints will make others feel comfortable, satisfied and relaxed. In your spare time, you can walk alone in the mountains and listen to the sounds of nature: birds singing, insects chirping, Koizumi whimpering, the roar of the mountain wind ... On the trudging road, I hope someone will support me when I fall; I hope someone will share my worries when I am upset; I hope someone will accompany me when I am lonely; I hope someone will encourage me when I fail. All this requires listening and companionship. People who are eager to listen are eager to listen, just like "green grass is in my heart". Listening is the grass that has just sprouted in spring. It is full of vitality and hope, and it also brings people new strength and hope. Listening is like a cool breeze in a hot summer day, which sweeps away boredom and brings a pleasant and relaxed feeling. When you are lost, a crisp bird song can comfort you; When you are sad, a breeze can let you go; When you are hesitant, a clear spring can help you ... Listening is calling, and we need to listen. Friend, shouldn't we hold hands and listen to create a more wonderful life? .
Urgent childhood is colorful, and my childhood is no exception.
That I have to laugh my teeth off when I think about it now! I remember when I first went to school, I was still a child who didn't pretend to understand. Once, I learned the word "ginseng" from TV. I know that ginseng is khaki, shaped like a human, and sometimes there is dirt on it.
Ginseng can cure diseases and is a precious medicinal material. I also saw from cartoons that ginseng can live forever and save lives, so I really believe that ginseng has this ability.
The next day, I went to visit my cousin (although she is an elder sister, she is not a few months older than me). We discussed it for a long time and finally decided to play "family wine".
She is in charge of cooking and I am in charge of shopping. I came to a place with weeds and picked some leaves at random with a basket in my hand.
Even if it is "shopping". I saw some weeds one inch high and wanted to pick their leaves, but then I thought: it is better to pick the whole plant to save trouble! So, I pulled it hard and the weeds were uprooted.
Huh? Isn't this ginseng? I saw the tail of the weed. It was khaki, shaped like a human, and ... Yes! There is dirt on it. The conditions are very consistent, it must be ginseng! "Sister Jiajia, come here!" I shouted.
Cousin heard the sound: "What is it?" "Look, I found ginseng!" I am very excited to say. My cousin took a look, and after listening to my explanation, she said, "It is a bit like it, but ginseng is not so easy to find."
I plausibly said, "Although few people found it, some people found it! Maybe we are the people who discovered ginseng. " Cousin said with a grain of salt: "Then why does it have a head and a body without hands and feet?" "Because it hasn't formed yet!" I learned the accent on TV and said, "Besides, have you ever heard that the more tender the food, the better it tastes? This ginseng must be like this."
Still tender. Pull it out faster. "I have a childish face, but my sister was persuaded by me.
I think I have discovered a new continent. No, I'm happier than discovering the new world. I picked a lot at once. So, I started cooking.
After that, I remember people say that "horse meat banquet" means all horse meat, so all we do is ginseng, so let's call it "ginseng banquet"! I told my cousin what I thought and she applauded. "Elder sister, you eat first.
You know, eating ginseng can live forever. "I said excitedly, but when we smell astringency, we dare not eat it.
A few years later, I learned from the book that the one I found was called "root", not "ginseng". That was close! I didn't care much after playing at that time. If I had told others, I wouldn't have laughed my head off. I find that surprises always happen so suddenly, and my surprises are always my discoveries. On that day, I saw several blooming lotus flowers in my uncle's lotus pond. Suddenly, two questions popped up in my heart: When will the lotus blossom and close? What is the process of becoming a lotus seed? In order to find out, I can see the lotus for several days in a row! At noon on the first day, the lotus was a little closed, and it became a bud in bud. At night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night because I was going to observe the lotus. When I came to the lotus pond, I was surprised to find that the lotus was half open again, but then I fell asleep again. The next day, I regretted it very much and decided to see it clearly the next night. At night, I stare at the lotus. It grew bigger and bigger, and finally it was completely open. On the third morning, the lotus was still in bloom. In the afternoon, it was closed as last time. It lasted several days. Later, the lotus slowly fell off. After all the petals of lotus fall off, the stamens slowly hang down. So, I know the answer to the first question. Lotus flowers will slowly close in the afternoon after opening at night, and the opening time is at night. The closing time is the afternoon of the second day of opening. Although the first question has been answered, I still have to solve the second question. So, another morning, I came to the lotus pond and saw that the lotus seeds were still yellow, small and straight. It looks very petite and lovely. A few days later, the lotus seeds began to turn green. Later, it gradually became bigger and the stems were somewhat bent. There are some small thorns. Later, the lotus seeds grew up completely. I found the answer to the second question. That is, the lotus seeds are yellow at first, and the small stems are straight. After growing up slowly, the lotus seeds turned green, became bigger and the stems became bent. When I knew the answer, I cried in surprise, "Ah, I know!" " My heart suddenly bloomed. My discovery was bought with my sweat, so my discovery will benefit me for life. I also want to shout "Ah, I found it, I found it!" " Ah! I found strange soil. Every student has his own discovery, big or small, good or bad.
Me? I also have my own discovery, which is the strange soil in the school. You can also contribute, listen to the teacher's guidance, and the two teams are scattered and free to find their own discoveries.
I shouted with joy, "Look, this is what I found." After that, I rushed to every corner around the basketball court like an arrow from the left.
You can also contribute. Because it is afternoon, it seems that the natives have gone to maintain the fields. Only a few piles of weak soil in the corner are guarding the house. The soil is wet and dry, and the clods are large and small. You may often see this, but strangely, the wet soil is still divided into several layers, perhaps because dad won't let them do it.
Holding a piece of wet soil in his hand, gently pinching it, the soil not only didn't break, but also fell to the ground layer by layer in an orderly way. Just as I was about to lower my head and count how many layers of soil there were, it turned into crumbs. What happened? I thought about it again and again, and suddenly I had an idea: the original soil was wet, so I pinched it with my hand and turned it into layers, and then rubbed it with my hand and turned it into pieces. Later, I found several similar clods, but I didn't find the same phenomenon, which puzzled me again. "Class, gather."
As soon as the teacher spoke, we gathered and headed southwest again. You can also contribute. With this question, I looked at the strange soil left behind me over and over again.
At this moment, I object.
6. Write a 600-word narrative on the topic of gratitude. Nature has given us a lot, thank God for giving us life, thank every ray of sunshine in life, and thank all those who have helped us.
Thank the person who gave me an encouraging look when I was disappointed and helpless, gave me a helping hand when I fell, and gave me a cup of tea when I studied at night. Thank you. . .
I am grateful for everything in the world. They have brought me some happiness and enjoyment, and of course, they have also brought me tests and tempering. Everyone longs for happiness, and everyone pursues happiness. In fact, we are not without something to be proud of. On the contrary, we have many extraordinary things that we just take for granted and don't care. Now I feel that if I pursue what I want, I will never be happy. In fact, happiness is around, just don't know how to thank you.
Nothing in the world is taken for granted, even if it is a trivial help, you should know how to be grateful. This is gratitude and respect for others. When you feel that life is unfair to you, when you feel that there is no happiness around you, do you notice the love and care around you?
I also want to thank the ups and downs in my life. It is these tests that make me stronger and braver. It is these tests that make me feel the happiness and sense of accomplishment after difficulties. It is these tests that make me understand the meaning of survival and let me have more. Many people say that happiness lies in their own mentality. I think happiness really comes from pain and difficulties. How can a person who is not very thirsty taste the sweetness of water when he is thirsty and really enjoy the happiness given by a bowl of water? After experiencing difficulties, we will appreciate everything we have, truly understand their value, and appreciate and cherish them more. Feel the happiness and comfort that I have never had after experiencing difficulties.
7. Write a composition with gratitude and gratitude for life.
What is life? Life is a big tree, which makes people know how to sow green shade; Life is a row of geese, which makes people understand that they fly together. Not everyone's life is smooth sailing and everything goes well.
I try to find all the beautiful things, so that I can know how to be grateful ... thank our great parents for creating our life and giving us the right to live; Thanks to the choice of life in our own hands, we can create our own world with the * * * of life; Thank you for thousands of feelings in the world that can be fully interpreted by us: the kindness of parenting, the feeling of brotherhood … thank you for having a pair of eyes that can discover the beauty in the world; Thank you for having ears that can listen to moving music; Thank you for having a pair of hands that can create a better life. ...
"Mom, why didn't you call me earlier? I should be late. " I complained. "Well, hurry up, I'll wait for you downstairs." Mom said that she walked out the door. I brushed my teeth slowly, scraped a few mouthfuls, got dressed and hurried downstairs. Mom is already waiting downstairs. The north wind is blowing, and I am shivering with cold. Mother took off her coat and put it on for me. I complained endlessly, "why didn't you call me earlier?" You will be criticized for being late. " Mom drives faster. The cold wind whizzed past my ears, stabbing my ears like a knife. When I got to school, I was really late. I rushed to the classroom. My mother looked at my back and shouted, "Don't run, be careful!" " "When I got to the classroom, I was out of breath." Mom! "When I got home, it was quiet. Dad rushed out: "Shh! Your mother wore too little in the morning and caught a cold. She is resting now. " Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard this. Because I didn't catch a cold, my mother made herself suffer. All for me, because of love! I ran to my mother's bedside and said I was sorry.
Life, thank you, thank you for restoring my courage; Life, thank you, thank you for letting me have sunshine.
8. What should I write on the topic of "waiting"? Life is a kind of waiting.
In a sense, life is a kind of waiting. "If you don't come after midnight, knock off the snuff" is waiting, "There will be another village, and people will wait after dusk" is waiting. Young Helen Keller is waiting for three days of light, beautiful Haizi is waiting for "Spring Blossoms", Barguet vilen is waiting for the piano sound of james last in "Loneliness", and Beckett's characters are waiting for Godot who can bring good luck ... Even after birth, everyone begins to wait for the death of a life that will never fail. According to statistics, at least one-third of people's life is spent in "waiting". Waiting, sometimes long, may consume our life, such as the arrival of true love and death; Sometimes it is short-lived, such as the announcement of exam results and the beginning of a new day. Waiting is a little mysterious, a little longing, but it needs patience most. Not all the waiting will come true, nor will it come and go every day, so the taste of waiting is often unpleasant. Take people, for example. The one who waits is more painful than the one who waits, just as the one who stays behind is more painful than the one who leaves. When the guests don't arrive, the waiting host faces the static time; One side is gone, and the other side is shrouded in empty time. Waiting is exciting because of hope, and boring because the waiting process is not arranged. Therefore, this kind of waiting is a state of mind intertwined with excitement and boredom. After a long time, boredom will prevail. Of course, there are still many anxious people. They sometimes poke their hair into their ears, or smoke and sigh to soothe their anxiety and irritability. Even people who are as calm as a mirror can't get rid of the instant tension and haze. So there is a saying that goes straight to the heart: waiting makes life the easiest to get old. However, no matter whether the waiting is long or short, it is precisely because of those long or short waiting that our life is full of hope and we have the courage to complete the long journey. Yes, even if there is no love, if there is no yearning for love, where can there be youth and romance? Even if there is no pursuit, if there is no vision for the future, where is the fun of creation? Maybe there is no final result, but if there is no waiting, where will there be a beautiful life? Sometimes, waiting is just a nap in the journey of life. After the nap, our journey will continue. Sometimes waiting is just a process, the process is over and a new journey is waiting for us. Maybe the result and the ultimate goal are not important, but we have to wait for something when we are alive, because we need this process to form our perfect life. Indeed, waiting is boring, even painful, but people who have no expectations are more boring and more painful. Life without waiting is like a dark night without sunrise, at a loss; Life without waiting is like a necklace without pearls, which is incomplete. Don't complain about waiting, you don't know what a variable is until the last moment, so there are unlimited opportunities and unlimited possibilities. There are too many waits in life, so we should learn to wait and get used to waiting again and again.
9. Write a composition on the topic of I can (1). There are always many setbacks in a bumpy life. In the face of setbacks, you should have confidence and say to yourself, "I can do it!" " I have this experience. I didn't keep a diary when I was a freshman and a sophomore. I cried when I kept a diary. I cried and begged my father to write for me every time. After my father finished writing, I copied it again. For this reason, the teacher often doubts whether I wrote the article myself. By the fourth grade, my composition level was gradually improved. Sometimes my composition is so well written that I am read in class by the teacher as a model essay! So I began to try to contribute. But I threw the manuscript in again and again, but my hopes were dashed again and again. Whenever I hear the teacher announce that a classmate's composition has been published in the class, I always feel a burst of joy, hoping that it is myself, but after the joy, I am disappointed. After my father knew it, he always said to me earnestly, "It doesn't matter if I fail once. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Writing was not built in a day. Maybe it's just an occasional surge of thoughts, but I can suddenly realize that maybe the eastern Jieshi is full of lofty sentiments, so I may not be able to sing. "Yes, the road is made by people, but in fact, every failure breeds new success. So, I picked up a pen and continued to write, writing one composition after another. Finally, this year, it will never give brilliant charity to lazy people again, and success is fair. It will shine the brilliant starlight all over the sky on the persistent strugglers without reservation. Believe in yourself, composition, I can do it! (2) The sky is moonlight, which I hold most clearly; After sunset, I hold the warmest ray; Burning red leaves, I picked up the hottest one; Blooming flowers, I picked the most beautiful bunch. On the long road of life, I will always remember two precious words-I can. What is "I can"? "I can" is the sun hanging in the sky, shining a little bit; "I can" is a beautiful flower in a hundred gardens, which exudes the green and vitality of spring; "I can" is a poplar standing on the Gobi Desert, and a tree that composes the greatness and persistence of life. Believe in yourself, it is "I can". For thousands of years, when the king of Chu burned his bridges, endless self-confidence has flowed with the mountains and rivers. Inexplicable self-confidence, when Edison succeeded in trial-producing the light bulb, he flew with the falling filament for a hundred generations; Endless self-confidence, the little girl waited anxiously for several years in "Flower Cloth". Perhaps because of self-confidence, perhaps because of impulse, we can say whatever we want, do whatever we want, and always want to wrestle with secularism and convention. In the crowded lecture site, there was silence. Self-confidence would urge me to go to the podium, whether or not there was the phrase "silence is golden". On the way by, I saw a man. Through this ups and downs together-perhaps because of self-confidence, our mood is not because of the profoundness of the world and a holiday. Seeing the students in the disaster area in the newspaper, those eyes are full of confidence and hope. Ragged clothes shake away indelible vicissitudes in the wind. So, self-confidence lets us take out the pocket money we just saved, take out a newly bought rubber, and hold out a new cotton-padded coat that has not been worn. Let them take it away. Let them cross the waters of Qian Shan and stay in the hearts and hands of children! Don't be afraid! Because we have the same confident sky. On the magnificent sea, seagulls face difficulties, and the true meaning of pride is self-confidence; On the snowy Yuan Ye, Chimonanthus praecox blooms in the wind, and its pride is self-confidence; On the barren Gobi, Bai Yangzhi is lofty, and the true meaning of their joy is self-confidence. I love confidence, love it as noble as plum blossom, love it as indifferent as a small bridge and flowing water, love it as magnanimous as a preface to Lanting Collection, and love it as swift as a mountain and flowing water-because of confidence, because I firmly believe that I can do it! Please add, thank you.