Walking in the forest, the autumn wind whistling, branches swaying and leaves flying all over the sky. Did you hear that? Silent voice ... trunk, in silence; The earth is silent; People were silent. ...
Without silence, everything is in chaos. Is it still beautiful?
What is the silent sound? In the dark night, the moonlight is dim and the osmanthus fragrance is fragrant. A teenager leaned against a tree, his eyes blurred and he was silent. All this reveals a silent beauty. Listen carefully, only the wind is rustling, the leaves are rustling, or there are a few abrupt bird songs from time to time. ...
Or: strong coffee crown, lightning and thunder, heavy rain. The dust is silent and accepts the baptism of heaven; There was silence outside the window, the heavy rain gradually receded, and a touch of neon flashed across the sky, silently dedicating her beauty to the world.
A silent voice is a symbol of beauty.
During the Spring Festival, I walked through a small village and suddenly saw an old man with gray hair and empty eyes sitting in front of his house, as if waiting for something. When I asked her, I realized that she lived alone, her children were away all the year round, and she didn't go home during the Spring Festival. When I asked again, he was silent again. ...
Silent voice is the brand of loneliness.
In an old house, a middle-aged man was busy, sometimes cleaning, sometimes writing, sometimes watering flowers, sometimes washing clothes ... But from beginning to end, he didn't say a word. I asked my neighbor, and the neighbor said that he had been like this since his parents died and his son disappeared ten years ago. I think he is probably too sad! Poor guy.
Silent voice is the sequela of sadness.
Maybe someone will ask, is silence synonymous with sadness?
No, never! The sound of silence runs through everything!
Once upon a time, there was a boy who suffered from the divorce of his parents, so playing truant, smoking and drinking became his patents. But dad came back. Dad likes hitting people. He became even more silent. Extremely inferior, he cursed his father.
Finally, one day, my father crashed on the construction site and never came back. The boy cried and became more silent. No one noticed that he never took the exam. Even the senior high school entrance examination depends on my mother to find relationships.
But in the college entrance examination, he won the first prize in the province, and he kept silent. ...
A silent voice is a prelude to success.
The silent voice is listening to others' speeches; Is the loyalty to keep secrets; It is the wisdom of understanding the times; Is the quality of selfless dedication ...
No matter who you are, no matter when and where you are, you can hear silent voices-everywhere.
Listen, that silent voice has you, me, life and the world.
The temptation of literature
Literature is a wonderful word. When I wrote the word "literature", I felt an indescribable joy. Literature is like a magical seed, sowing the seeds of hope in my young mind and providing me with a fresh and pleasant scenery.
I like reading since I was a child. On the way to school, sometimes I can't help but take out my favorite novel book and read it while walking. Several times, I bumped into a tree and simply leaned against it to read a few pages.
When I go to the toilet, I also bring a newspaper. After reading the newspaper, I stood up and my legs were numb.
Reading brings me infinite happiness. I will laugh and cry with the characters in the book, and often forget everything around me.
In a self-study class, I finally borrowed a book I had been longing for for for a long time from my classmates. I don't want to go out for ten minutes between classes because I'm in a hurry to return it. The old monk still sat there meditating and reading with relish. When I read that the unknown chivalrous man used his unique skills to chop his hand at the bully, I couldn't help shouting "Good!" .
"Li Zelong-"The head teacher came up to me.
Dozens of pairs of eyes in the class focused on me uniformly.
I secretly let out a cry, "No!" Hurriedly stuffed the book into the table, but it was too late, and the book was confiscated by the teacher. That is a book borrowed from a classmate. If it is destroyed, how can I explain it to my classmates?
Fortunately, the class teacher is also a novel lover. I racked my brains and wrote a heartfelt "confession", which touched the teacher's heart. He promised to keep it for me for a while and return it to my classmates in person in a few days. What a close call!
In order to read Cao Wenxuan's "The Straw House", I can humbly borrow books from female students in my class. Dude laughed at me for breaking the rules and hitting on girls. I smiled and said, "A gentleman can bend and stretch!"
After junior high school, the study task was heavy, but I didn't give up my hobby of reading.
During the day, there is plenty of rest time after lunch. I usually watch for half an hour. When reading, my mood often fluctuates with the fate of the characters in the book. My mother sighed as soon as she saw me reading: "This child, crying and laughing for a while, is there nothing wrong with his brain!" At night 1 till 10: 30, my family forced me to turn off the lights and sleep. I had to sneak under the covers and watch it with a flashlight for half an hour before I closed my eyes and went to sleep peacefully with satisfaction.
In the sixth grade of primary school, my good friend and rival Xiaocao and I held a PK contest for the novel The Adventures of Pumbaa, and two fan groups were established in our class. Our novels are updated every day, and I don't have enough time to write. I often burn the midnight oil and go to school as usual the next day. A month later, the whole person lost a big circle. Later, junior high school was busy reviewing exams. Persuaded by my family and teachers, my novel had to be interrupted. For a long time, my hands itched and my inspiration hit my mind. I just talked to myself, recorded it on MP3, and continued to burn the midnight oil to finish the novel during the summer vacation.
Since the class teacher read my Confession in class, the Chinese teacher has been full of praise for my writing talent, and my composition is often read as a model essay in class.
In the second day of junior high school, in order to encourage students to keep diaries, Mr. Zhang agreed with us that as long as he got ten little notes of praise written by the teacher, he would get a souvenir. Hehe, this agreement is really a happy thing for me who likes reading and writing. Even if there are no souvenirs, I will continue to write.
I admit that it is all caused by literature, and the world of literature is too beautiful and tempting. Whether it's black hair or hoary head, whether it's Tianya or Tianya,
I hope I can read, taste and write with a sincere heart, and trudge on a literary journey with a smile.
Literature, I would rather be tempted by you. If I have to add a deadline, I hope it is-a lifetime.
The temptation of literature
On my sixth birthday, I fell in love with the book Andersen's Fairy Tales from my father at first sight. From then on, I was deeply tempted by literature.
At first, I read fairy tales in pinyin. When I was older, I became "ambitious" and started my "colonial expansion". Award-winning compositions and classical masterpieces have become my subjects. I exchanged books with my classmates with the snacks I saved; I often toss and turn for a good book that I can't borrow. ...
My family saw that I was crazy about books, and I was afraid that I would "get tired of playing with things", so they announced a ban: "No reading when eating, no reading when going to the toilet ..." Pretending to surrender, building a plank road and sneaking into Chencang, all kinds of tricks emerged one after another.
On one occasion, a friend lent me a thick "Water Margin"; Make an appointment to return the book a week later. How can I finish reading him? I thought hard: the last time I looked at it in the toilet for a while, I was found. This time I must consider new attention. Finally, I made an "earth-shattering" decision under the surprised eyes of my parents: "From today on, I will sleep alone." Actually, I'm afraid of the dark, but I can't help it. It's worth it for the water margin! Hey! They don't know that I am a drunkard's sake!
Alas, this method of reading is really uncomfortable. I had to put my head into the depths of the bed and press the corner tightly, then turn on the flashlight and start reading. There was a slight noise, so we had to turn off the lights, stretch our heads and watch them as quickly as possible until the alarm was lifted, and then we squatted down to turn on the lights ... I didn't expect the efficiency to be really high. It's just that I'm sweating, my face is burning and I can't breathe. I have to stretch my head and breathe regularly. It's really a fly in the ointment! In this way, a week later, I returned the book smoothly. But I also spent a lot of batteries and pocket money for this. Because of my mother's "severe interrogation", I just kept my "revolutionary nature" and refused to confess. "Suit yourself." However, my "bed plan" was finally discovered, but I still "wear more and more clothes, haggard for Iraq and have no regrets."
Now think about it, that "literary love" has become a beautiful memory, leaving a fragrance. ...
The temptation of literature to me will always exist, because it brings me happiness and enrichment. ...
The Monkey King, who made a scene in heaven, Liu Bei, who is eager for wisdom, Lin Daiyu, who is sentimental, and Robinson, who is constantly striving for self-improvement ... These characters are active in front of my eyes, and I will never forget them. Their wisdom, their selflessness and their nobility are influencing me, infecting me and urging me every day, and gradually I fall in love with literature. Literature attracts and seduces me with its endless charm, so that whenever I have leisure, I can't stop reading this book, staring at every word in the work and appreciating every character in it.
Literature is sometimes like an excellent tour guide, leading me all over the country: I have seen Guilin landscape, been to Shuanglong Cave in Jinhua and heard of Huangguoshu Waterfall. I watched the starry sky at sea with writer Ba Jin, and those lovely stars blinked at me as if whispering to me. Mrs. An and I have been to the noisy market to relieve loneliness for lonely cows. Literature is sometimes a magical door. When I walked in, I saw a colorful and magical garden: Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in China's literary work Romance of the Three Kingdoms; Song Jiang, Li Kui and Lu in Water Margin; Tang Priest, the Monkey King and Pig Bajie in Journey to the West; Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai in Dream of Red Mansions. The red classic novels I recently read, such as Yang Zirong, Zhu Laozhong, Jiang Jie, Xu Yunfeng, Lin Daojing and Liang Shengbao, are deeply imprinted in my mind. They go down in history with their noble personalities and brilliant achievements. Don Quixote, miser Eugenie Grandet, La Traviata and Aubrey Love, parasites in foreign literary works, all shine in the corridor of literary figures with their unique personality charm.
For those who love literature, literature is like a magnet, which attracts your eyes tightly; Literature is like a delicious food, which makes you satisfied. Literature is sometimes like a glass of wine, which makes your lips and teeth fragrant. Reading a good book is talking to many noble people. Being close to literature and reading literature can increase knowledge, enrich emotions and cultivate sentiment; You can understand history, society and the trend of life; You can handle problems intelligently and make more friends. Therefore, I love literature and I want to decorate my life with wonderful literary works.
I believe
I believe that the world is fair, we have a lot of dissatisfaction, too many desires, we are not satisfied, we feel angry, discouraged and at a loss. Please believe that we have uniqueness that others don't. Suddenly I feel that this world is wonderful!
I believe there will be someone who always cares about me. Is he a friend? Is he mom and dad? He is a person who loves me. Love is invisible and intangible. Feel the feeling of being cared for That feeling is very happy. Don't think that no one can understand you and no one will love you. True love is hidden by you, and you haven't found it yet. Believe it, son, tap that love and create miraculous beauty.
"I believe you" is a beautiful sentence that gives people encouragement and confidence. Believe with your own, because I believe you can.
Believe in myself, I will stand on the brightest stage of my own, and I believe I will give full play to my life. I believe because I can. Come on, believe that you are the best!
With your company, I also believe that I will be very happy and happy, and I will cherish and cherish everything we have. I believe our friendship is very strong. We will fight side by side forever, because I believe we can!
If I can hold a handful of moonlight, I choose the softest one; If I can pick the red leaves of Xiangshan, I choose the most gorgeous one; If I could pick all the stars in the sky, I would choose the brightest one. Maybe you will say that my choice is not the best, but my choice, I believe.
Between Yu Boya and Jay Chou, I choose Mountains and Rivers, because the melody is better than all impetuous fashions; Between Li Bai and Li Bai, I chose Shu Dao Nan, whose bold imagination and romantic color are enough to resist all boring vulgarity. Maybe you will say that my choice is too old-fashioned, but my choice, I believe.
I like surfing the internet, but I refuse to communicate online, because only face to face can our hearts meet; The speech was successful, and I chose a confident smile instead of a hypocritical calm; I failed in the game. I chose to cry to the fullest instead of pretending to be indifferent. Failure is the mother of success. Maybe you will say that my choice is not implicit enough, but I like frankness, and sincerity is my nature.
When I meet someone in trouble on the mountain, I will definitely choose to lend a helping hand; When I meet a thirsty person in the desert, I will definitely choose to give up the last drop of water; In the face of money, reputation and national interests, I told myself: I will always be from China; Between justice and life, I tell myself that morality and integrity are the soul of life. You may say that my choice is unwise, but there is no reason for my choice. This is a choice made by my heart, and I can't betray my heart.
Between the flowers and the hard work, I chose a journey full of hardships and bumps; Between going out to play and boating in the sea, I chose the platform of life and walked towards the "ivory tower" in my heart. I always tell myself that those who can climb the ivory tower can be eagles or snails. If I am not destined to be an eagle, I will also be a small snail and move towards my goal.
If I can hold a handful of moonlight, I choose the softest one; If I can pick the red leaves of Xiangshan, I choose the most gorgeous one; If I could pick all the stars in the sky, I would choose the brightest one. Maybe you will say that my choice is not the best, but my choice, I believe!
In the cheers and sighs of the students, the mid-term exam came to an end, followed by the annual school sports meeting. It seems that every time I say it, I am always sad!
Every time I watch my companions flying around the playground, I have an irresistible impulse. Then, I was sad, afraid of failure, or not confident in myself, so that I never really participated in a competition since junior high school, which became my irreparable regret!
When I went to pick up the book at night, I accidentally saw the dusty calendar, only to find that it was still August. I took off my calendar and tore it up one by one, so time slipped away at my fingertips, without keeping August, September and October. By the way, when I see the calendar of October, I naturally turn to the last page of October, because it was my birthday, well, it was 10.
After lying down, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I am used to giving myself a present on my birthday. The year before last was the report card, and last year was several awards. What about this year? Are you really too poor to buy your own gift? Ask yourself, cover the quilt, and try to bury your thoughts, but you can't!
The morning reading the next morning is not so much about focusing on books as looking back at the classmates, all of whom are elites in the class. They should have a careful plan for the school sports meeting. Compared with them, am I a bit overreached? Wouldn't it be a pity if the quota is just full? If you can participate, how can you face everyone if you fail!
However, how do you know you can't do it without trying? If you really have the ability, wouldn't it be an eternal regret not to participate? Open the diary, isn't the school sports meeting at the age of 15 the best example? 18 years old, my 18 years old, should I start with regret? Don't! A firm voice in my heart: My 18 years old is not allowed to have regrets!
Take advantage of the class for a few minutes and go to the Sports Commission to sign up!
18 years old, mine is 18 years old, and I have reached a new level. Whether the result is success or failure, I will not regret my choice, I believe!
I believe my dream is colorful, even if it is not magnificent, it is beautiful.
I believe that my road is not a road, and life will always experience storms, just like flowers will always wither one day. But on this uneven road, I learned what friendship is and what cherish is. It is on this uneven road that I will become strong.
I believe that my dream will come true one day. Even if, no matter how many setbacks, the dream will not drift away. To dream is to own the whole sky. Face every day's life with a smile and solve all troubles with a smile.
The teacher once told us: Believe in yourself.
Yes, I believe my life is colorful. I will paint more colors and more landscapes with my brush. Walking all the way, watching all the way, the scenery is around. Even if you have more troubles, say, "Believe in yourself!" There will be a different feeling.
I know there are many sufferings around me, but you can help them and use your own abilities, so maybe you will be happier.
I believe that the fallen leaves also have his life, and they are silently dedicated under the roots.
I believe that winter is beautiful because the purity of winter is the prosperity of spring!