1 Shortcut, also known as short circuit, is a flat and direct road. But this road is carefully chosen and often needs the guidance of the predecessors. The winding path leads to a secluded place, also known as a detour, is a bumpy and winding muddy path. But this road is easy to find, you can make your own choice. This option is usually expensive.
In fact, there is only one purpose, but there are many ways to reach him, some are muddy and some are full of thorns; There are steep peaks and low plains. There is also a beautiful and flat boulevard. Of course, the purpose is extraordinary, so compare it with the mirage written!
A mirage, flickering, how can you meet such a fairyland? This is also the mother's place and the root of the problem.
Looking back on ancient and modern times, great men often have troubles. It is not difficult to imagine that they chose a winding road, muddy and full of thorns. They were humiliated by Gou Jian, the King of Yue, and Han Xin, whose legs were humiliated. There are Zhuge Liang who worked hard in Nanyang, and there are also Sima Yi who has not been appointed and is highly suspected by Cao Cao. Wait a minute. These ancient and modern celebrities have suffered extraordinary hardships, so what they get is beyond the reach of ordinary people. They can really reach the fairyland that people can't reach. They take a tortuous road, but it can lead to seclusion.
Is there only a winding path leading to a secluded place?
I can definitely answer no, because every road has the same purpose and can lead to seclusion. However, the feeling and mood of reaching the secluded place are different. People who take shortcuts see beautiful scenery along the way. There are flowers on the roadside, a pavilion to rest, and the road is very flat, nothing special. They stop and go every day and arrive soon. They just thought it was a boring trip. However, people who take the winding path are different. They had bumpy, muddy swamps, steep mountain roads, storms, lightning and broken bridges along the way. There is not even a broken temple to rest. They are tireless and indomitable along the way, because it is difficult to go back and there is no beautiful scenery. However, although it is difficult to enter, there is a perfect fairyland. They only have to move forward, hoping to get rid of this pain as soon as possible, and you can imagine their feelings when they arrive in wonderland. What is the mood of a man who used to eat dross now?
Therefore, in fact, the secluded place is only a section of the long road of life. The struggle process leading to the secluded place is the most precious wealth in life, and the bumpy road conditions are the happiness worth remembering for a lifetime.
Remember, winding paths lead to secluded places, winding paths lead to secluded places!
Excellent composition 2: See the unchanging blue sky from the white clouds, find the starting point of dreams from the wind and rain, see tomorrow from unfamiliar faces, and dig out a new chapter from the familiar classics. Where there is a dream, there is a blue sky, and my dream sky is particularly blue.
I am wandering on the road of senior three, trying to see all the scenery on the road and move forward quickly. In this way, just as I am still sorry for a flower that fell on the track by the roadside. I fell behind, behind the crowd. Flowers bloom only for flowers to fall, but they are all just an empty dream.
That year, just yesterday today, I was still lost in my inner corner. In fact, as long as I look to the right, I find the way, but I don't turn my head. There is a saying that is true. In fact, we are the ones who are reluctant to leave. Where to find your dreams? I thought the man sweating in the sun was my dream. On my favorite dream night, he told me that your future was not with me. He told me cruelly that my dream is a mirror that can be easily destroyed. So fragile.
On that dreamy moonlit night, I had a conversation with him, a stranger. We can't even be friends, we can only be strangers forever. I still remember that I didn't cry that day, just smiled easily. Then we parted ways, which is perhaps the most absurd lovelorn. But at noon on the day he left school, I cried silently.
He has left this ivory tower, and I am still locked in, sticking my head out to breathe the air outside, and then crying. I have lost many girls' dreams.
I want to seize the present and have a future. I'm still on the road, I'm still locked in, and I want to leave this place. I am crying, saying that there is only one youth, and my youth is in the future.
It is said that there is a girl who wishes for her future in the sky.
How can there be a future if you don't grasp the present? Our dream sky is exceptionally blue.
When I was barefoot as a clay figurine, my father asked me, "Do you want to go to school?" Hearing the news, I rushed into the room at the speed of a 100-meter athlete, washed my little feet and put on my little shoes. My little footprints took pictures on the dirt road.
Dad took me on the way to school and said to me, "When you come to school alone, mom and dad won't see me off. Go by yourself." Contrary to the usual affability, the tone of voice is like a different person. At that time, I just answered and nodded. Who cares? I'm just saying.
I will go to school the next day, and everything is ready. I only owe my dad this "east wind"-I'm waiting for him to see me off.
I kept shaking my father's hand and begging, "Dad, take me!" " "But my dad ignored me, instead, he said," Go to school. I promised you I would go alone. If you are late, you can't go to school. " So I reluctantly put on my schoolbag. Unexpectedly, he is serious!
Look at those children who walk by in pairs. I think dad is so heartless.
Fortunately, the journey is not far, and "trekking" is not hard. A series of small footprints have been connected to the school gate, and the gas in my heart has turned into steam and evaporated without a trace. Instead, I feel like a runner who won the championship.
Since then, as always, I have never asked my father to pick me up like other children. Because I don't think it's necessary.
Once upon a time, I walked alone on my way to school under the scorching sun with an umbrella. Accompanied by me are more and more thick footprints left in the sand without barefoot, followed by praise.
One snowy night, after school, all the students were taken back by their parents. This sudden ghost weather left my unarmed little girl standing there alone. If I have rain gear, if the snow is gentle, as long as one of the conditions is met, I will rush home at once. However, the weather is not what people want. The wind is blowing without resistance and the snow is falling mercilessly. It's getting dark My hands are so cold!
Suddenly, a vague and familiar figure appeared in front of us, getting closer and clearer. Approached and ran away. Is it dad? I'm a little unsure. How is that possible?
"Beibei!" Yes, it's dad's amiable voice!
The shortest distance, dad came running with a stride. "Come late, wait for a long time! Look, your hands are purple with cold. " With that, he took my hand with his broad hand and rubbed it. In fact, my father's hands are not hotter than mine. "Come on, I'll carry you." I stared at my father in surprise. I thought I heard wrong. "Come on, come on up." Yes, I heard you right. So I stepped on my father's back and put my hand into his chest. It's too warm!
With the creaking sound of walking in the snow, my father's footprints were left along the way. I think my footprints must be there, just after the snow melts.
I used to use jokes to measure my distance from life, which seemed to bring me closer to life. But now, I find that this behavior undoubtedly makes me see the insurmountable gap between myself and my life. After all, I have stood on the threshold of my second year of high school.
At this time, the broken sand in the hourglass quietly flowed away. When unforgettable memories fade away, when the pace of life tends to be flat, I inadvertently came to this fork. Suffering from the taste of high school life, I have entered the choice of arts and sciences. I said to myself, "I'm a sophomore!" " "This is not only an affirmation of my past year, but also a challenge to the upcoming second year of high school.
I still remember the back of the students on the basketball court, the laughter between classes, and the jokes that the students felt funny in the activity class. But now, more students are immersed in it-because I have stood on the threshold of Grade Two.
"People in the second year of high school can't help themselves, but no matter how hard and tired they are, they can't be discouraged. There is still a heavy summer ahead waiting for us to harvest. " He is in the afterglow of dusk, I think so.
Now is the turn of summer and autumn, representing the alternation and turning point of the old and the new.
So I took this opportunity to try to change myself: in class, I listened to every word the teacher said, instead of worrying about the familiar names in my ears, I was excited about the opportunity to speak. During the break, whenever there is an opportunity, I will follow the teacher's steps and ask him why. I have walked the road I have never walked, leaving two lonely footprints on the road. I believe I can withstand the heat of summer and usher in a fruitful autumn.
I really doubt that senior two has magical power. It seems that somehow, a special magnetic field is set around us to guide us in the only direction.
Finger count, yeah! We are a big step closer to the college entrance examination there. I couldn't help sweating and my heart was pounding. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote. Speaking of the second year of high school, people have learned to sigh. Those days when they fled like flies, as well as the beautiful and short-lived friendship established by the first year of high school, we have learned to cherish it in sighs.
We are standing on the runway of Grade Two, waiting for the final sprint, and will not stop for anyone, because I know that there is still the scenery of the next stop waiting for me to enjoy.
I look forward to the future through the colorful world, and the fragility of the world shows the sorrow of the world in stumbling. We like to decorate our existence with mood, treat flashy changes with indifference, and interpret the true meaning of loneliness with the future.
The alleys in my hometown are like those in June, and there is an unintentional sense of peace in the dreariness. The setting sun falls on the bamboo shoots that intentionally or unintentionally pierce the sky, shedding a peaceful and peaceful light. The deep and long alleys are the distant eyes of the villagers, eager to see the colorful scenery of duckweed in the south of the Yangtze River. The mottled wall is a three-dimensional historical picture scroll, which peels off layer by layer to clearly depict the rolling mark of time in the alley and extends to the end of the alley in the sunset.
The flute blows at dusk, and the fire on the horizon burns at the end of the forest.
The flute of the shepherd boy on the cow's back is wantonly publicized in the place where memories can be left in his hometown, and ink is intermittently poured into the sadness of landscape painting. Anshun cattle and sheep are not rebellious, their heads are static and their heads are floating clouds. We sat idly, watching the clouds of cattle and sheep lying in the village, intertwined with the curling kitchen smoke, drifting to the distant blurred boundary and gradually disappearing into attractive fantasies.
The cobblestones in my hometown rolled over the river, and the curved sky persisted in the dusk, filling the earth with sad villages.
That fuzzy beautiful image wandered in the memory, constantly fiddling with the scattered fragrance, making people forget the sad time that belongs to this land and subverting the meaning of the real hometown. Village. Scattered on the earth covered by sunset.
The sunset is gone, the village is gone, and the memory is gone. The gurgling stream in my hometown washed away the oval stones and the villagers' humble caves. We walked to the source bit by bit with the current, forgot the way when we came, and stayed away from the villages everywhere and the alleys in June.
What I forgot again and again, and what I got. People walk back and forth aimlessly in the feelings of their hometown. Finally, when I was tired of walking, I had to go back to the long alley and the land full of villages. However, no matter how to wander between sadness and joy, the village is the most regretless and true destination in the whole life chain.
You and I are both people who have read Tang poetry and Song poetry and drunk Han Fu Yuan Qu. Maybe we have all fantasized that we are wearing a white robe and a jade belt, carrying a lot of knowledge, drinking with Taibai under the moon, discussing poetry with Shao Yilan Pavilion and reminiscing about the past with Zizhan Chibi ... What I want to do most is to take a walk with Rong Ruo, see countless mountains and rivers and taste life.
Poets rarely have bad names, such as Yan and Liu Yong, but if they are good, they are different. The word "Nalan Rong Ruo" is even and even. When it flows between lips and teeth, it is like a good word, and it feels fragrant. You are well known by the world, not because you are the son of the power phase, nor because you are the favorite of the emperor, but because you are a generation of poets, who appeared in the sky of the Qing Dynasty in a strange and almost heartbreaking way and spread among the people.
"If the moon finally shines, I will not hesitate to make the snow and ice hot." Your wife who accompanied you day and night died in that poetic spring, and your heart ached. Lonely night, staring at the bright moon hanging high in the sky with my eyes alone. Just looking at it is like seeing a lover who misses you day and night. If the rest of your life shines on me like a bright moon, I will fly to the cold moon palace to warm your body regardless of the cold. This is what kind of deep love, what kind of feelings, in order to have that dedication to ice and snow. How can you not be so intoxicating?
I want to walk with you and feel your boundless infatuation.
"The bully is idle, and the horse is always white." The only thing a person can boast about without regrets is that he has devoted himself to serving the country and governing the world. Everyone understands this truth, and everyone understands it. But which man doesn't want to gallop on the battlefield and "save the king's business for the world and win his fame before his death"? Unfortunately, it is a man's destiny to covet fame and fortune. In the end, people will only win the loess. What's the name in history? What is the power of the ruling and opposition parties? On the contrary, you used your true feelings to write immortal poems. It fascinates me that you are never depressed even when you are depressed. Your glorious tombstone is not based on your family background, but on the amazing talent of your short life.
I want to walk with you and feel your affection.
"Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is tasteless. " People are drunk, but not completely drunk. There are always people who wake up in the dead of night and look far away with hope for their hometown. You are also one of the people who wake up alone in the dead of night, listening to the rushing river with the loneliness of sitting alone on the cliff.
I want to walk with you and look at my relatives in the distance under the yellow sand sky.
It's like listening to an ancient song and watching an ancient play. There is no stone, steel tower, endless pressure that can't be unloaded when reading your words. There are only scenes where people sing and walk. Even if there is sadness, it is an ode to beauty.
Walking with you, I can know the deepest love in the world.
Walking with you, I can know the purity of emotion and nature.
Walking with you, I can know a person's loneliness.
Walking with you, walking with the melancholy guests in the world.
You believe in fate, I believe in fate, but fate doesn't believe in us.
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It seems that I have met, and parting will fill my life. An exam, let us forget everything and break the back road. I am desperate to run forward, fighting against loneliness and sadness all over the sky. When I thought I had run a long way and stopped, I found that the end point was the starting point. This is the bondage that we can't escape on the circular runway.
Fate can give us nothing. After healing, we gave him the meeting as a gift. We looked at the free sparrow outside the window, interrupted by the countdown hanging on the wall, and began to face piles of test papers again. Your distant figure, like a hazy fog, covered my eyes and I couldn't see anything.
I can't see anything.
There is a kind of flower called the other side flower. This kind of flower is very strange. There are no leaves when flowering, and the leaves don't open. Flowers and leaves are doomed to be wrong and will never meet. In the process of running, we have long forgotten our childhood swings and childhood fairy tales. The flowers and leaves on the other side, like us, are moving towards their own ideals, slowly letting go of their original clenched hands.
This winter, the snow fell quietly at night, with its own dreams and memories, until it finally melted slowly. How much it missed us. ...
Everyone is a train, waiting on the platform, coming again and again, forgetting a little. I only remember grandma's kind smile under the old buttonwood tree, my little sister playing happily in the yard, and I swinging carefree on the swing. These are the only memories left. Are piles of papers forcing me to learn to forget?
Light the fireworks in your hand and look at this city with red lights and green wine.
Flowers bloom, who can appreciate the taste of memories?
When the tears run out, who can see the bitter past?
It is our sorrow and our helplessness to rush directly to the boundless night without experiencing dawn.
Time is unpredictable, memory is the most unpredictable providence, and time is the catalyst of memory.
We are dressed in white, and we tread carefully on the beautiful sadness of youth.
Who lit the meteor in the sky and drowned the last prosperous time?
It turns out that memories are memories, and memories have no power. This is the best footprint we left each other.
I can't forget the heavy rain, so my father quickly sent me an umbrella after work. I can't forget what my classmates care about after my foot injury; I can't forget the teacher's encouraging eyes when my grades dropped ... but what impressed me most was. ......
In the fifth grade, Xiao Rong and I were deskmates. At that time, my mother bought me a nice erasable pen from Luoyang. I'm glad to see the sky blue coat again. There is a pink flower on the cover. The stamen is bright yellow, and it will rotate automatically. The petals next to the pen cover will move up and down. If you press it, the petals will open. If you press it again, they will close again soon.
In the morning, I came to school happily with my "baby". As soon as I got to the classroom, I couldn't wait to show my new pen to my classmates. Everyone surrounded me and was packed. Among them, my deskmate Xiao Rong is most interested in my new pen. She asked me where I bought it and how much it cost. I proudly told her one by one. And proudly took out a new fountain pen and began to do my homework.
The next day is Saturday. In the morning, I unhurriedly took out my schoolbag and prepared to do my homework, but at this time, I couldn't find my "baby" anywhere! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I rummaged through my pencil box and made a mess at home. I thought: this is over. What a favorite pen. I didn't expect it to disappear in just one day.
How could it be lost? Did someone take it away quietly? No, I will go to the classroom on Monday.
After the weekend, as soon as I got to the classroom on Monday, I quickly went to my desk to look for it. Suddenly, I saw my deskmate take out my new pen. I immediately said unhappily, "Good for you, you stole from me!" "
Xiao Rong asked blankly, "what's wrong with me? What have I taken from you? "
Come on, the evidence is in front of you, and you still don't admit it. I said grumpily, "I ask you, I can't find my new fountain pen." How come you have the same fountain pen as me? " She said confidently, "I saw your fountain pen very beautiful the other day." My dad happened to go to Luoyang on Saturday, so I asked my dad to buy me one. "
Just then, the bell rang. I am very unhappy in my heart: Hum, it makes sense to take other people's things. All day, we didn't speak. You know, we play hand in hand every day between classes.
Finish your homework at night and start changing books for the next day's class. Suddenly, my new pen jumped out of my English exercise book. It's incredible. I happily picked it up and carefully put it in the pencil box.
The next day, as soon as I got to school, I ran to Xiao Rong and said shyly, "I'm sorry I misjudged you yesterday. I found my pen."
Xiao Rong said generously, "It doesn't matter, we will always be good friends!" " We played hand in hand happily. Xiao Rong was wronged by me, and his heart must be particularly uncomfortable. What is a pen? Trust and happiness between friends are the most important. If you lose your pen, you can buy it again, but you misunderstood your friend and hurt your friendship, which may leave a shadow in your friend's heart. I really regret having wronged my good friend yesterday.
Although it has been a long time, it seems like yesterday that it always reminds me to keep calm and cherish friendship at all times.
I have encountered some sad things recently, and my heart is inevitably a little lost. Like every girl, I cried with a pillow, lost my temper and was in a daze for no reason, but I couldn't get through it ... but now, I must bravely tell myself that it's all over, and I must learn to forget these pains and leave only beautiful things.
Although I know all this is not easy, I always remember that I am a brave girl. It doesn't matter if I'm not strong, and it doesn't matter if I cry, because I understand that this is the only way to grow up, which is a bit cruel.
I used to expect all good things to last forever, but now I finally understand that all good things have to come to an end, and no matter who leaves in this world, they still have to live.
It's just that after leaving some people, the days will be more sad, and the pain of missing is full of my heart, forcing me to keep remembering. But I think this should only be temporary.
In any case, I will always face all this with a brave smile, the principle of letting nature take its course will not change, and Ah Q-style self-comfort will continue, because I understand that growth requires a price.
These days are very calm. I just read books, surf the Internet, practice writing or go shopping occasionally. This relaxing holiday is what I have been looking forward to. It suddenly dawned on me that a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. God is really fair. Got it and lost it.
I suddenly remembered a paragraph I wrote: I am growing up, my left hand has been lost, but my right hand has never stopped thinking.
Finally, I want to thank some people. Thank you, He Hui, for your concern, Yingying and Xiaoding for their optimism, Dazui for chatting with me, Master for giving me courage, and of course, Senior Brother for listening to me so much. Really, it's the first time I've told anyone about it since these things happened.
I also want to thank someone who has left. Thank you for the beauty you left me You have been with me for three years, leaving a deep mark on my growth path and making me understand too much.
Thank God, let us start perfectly, walk happily and end bravely.
Years are like sand, and time is washing everything away. I believe that the haze will eventually pass, and the sunshine will always be after the storm.
Some people, just a passer-by on the road to growth, are not going home after all.
10 is like a steep mountain peak that can't stop the raging torrent, and the raging torrent can't stop the boat sailing against the wind.
Just as the quiet autumn can't stop the cold north wind, so can the cold north wind stop the footsteps of spring.
Just like the heavy night can't stop the twinkling stars, the twinkling stars can't stop the light outside the heart window.
Just as a clear sky can't stop a sudden rainstorm, so can a sudden rainstorm.
Do you know why you can't stop?
Just because you see far, just because you are planning the future.
If your life journey is pampered, please look far away, otherwise your life will be the same; If your life journey is full of ups and downs, please look far away, otherwise you will not jump out of the mire.
Have you ever been seen far away and deeply shocked by the power of planning the future?
In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, a poet was famous all over the world. He is so talented and highly valued that the dragon wipes his vomit, the imperial concubine grinds ink, and Lux takes off his boots. Isn't such a luxurious life happy? But Li Bai knew that he had no future. Bochong's pursuit of honor failed his talent, and his figure was wronged by his flattery. Conspiracy makes him sick, and kingship scares him. He looked into the distance and sang "Laugh at the sky and go out". Are we Artemisia people? ”？ This kind of rhetoric expresses "since God has given talents, let them be used!"! , spin one thousand silver, all back! . Zhuang language. Li Bai chose to retire from the officialdom, return to the countryside, look forward to his future in the street, and open up his own free and easy road with the ideal of "warmly shaking the five mountains and poetically shaking Cangzhou".
Putting aside the prosperity and looking into the distance made Li Bai-the strongest voice in the Tang Dynasty.
The bugle of victory sounded in the barracks of Fu Cha, the king of Wu, and Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was defeated. In the abuse of everyone, Gou Jian chose to kneel down and surrender. Gou Jian knows that for the sake of national prosperity and national rejuvenation, only by looking far and working hard can we achieve the future. Gou Jian came from humble origins and was the groom and servant of Fu Cha, the king of Wu. Focha took a horse trip for him, and Focha was sick and tasted dung for him. After 20 years of humiliation, Gou Jian made a comeback and got revenge.
After the defeat, he was still able to look into the distance and ride the wind and waves, which made Gou Jian create a glorious history in which 3,000 Yue families could swallow Wu.
Looking into the distance is not a patent for losers to rise, but also a need for comfort to leap forward; Looking into the distance is not only a weapon for old friends to create history, but also a weapon for modern people to create the future.
How can you not look far away? How can you give up the future?