Lying in my mother's bed, her body warms me, and I am afraid that this rare happiness will slip away in the unknown. Eyes staring at the TV screen, the beating picture has been broadcasting the joy of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and countless wanderers who are anxious to go home have hurried by in the flicker. Maybe one day, my figure will also become one of the roles!
Watching the surging crowd on TV, every shrinking body trembled slightly in the cold wind, pulling the collar to the height of only eyes. At this time, I clearly understood the feeling of looking into the distance. Wanderer, wanderer, God shouldn't stop you from your long journey home. It seems that the sky is still raining, and the restless hearts of the wanderers are slowly falling from the highest sky like this violent rain.
It's late at night, and I can't bear to look at the face on the screen that is anxiously waiting because I can't go home. Pick up the phone and watch the news from my friends one after another these days. The content of the message is not a blessing, but a few words at most (I'm leaving). These short words indicate that the story of parting will be staged around me one after another. Let's leave now. We're all leaving. What should be left must always be left, and what should not be left cannot be left in the end. I don't know how long it will take for those who have married far away, studied abroad, or worked hard in a foreign land to get together.
My wanderers, when will you come back?
I have seen many foreign lands, missed and admired them, and left footprints on the land I stepped on. When I finally turn around, can the fallen leaves return to their roots? I once read a sentence in a book that life is like a door. People who pass through this door always come and go, come and go, and finally leave. Maybe I should have understood the meaning of this sentence, but it was too late. Being a man, the greatest pain is parting. And in life, how many times can you bear such a journey? If one day, when a gust of wind blows from the far southeast, I don't know if you are in a foreign country. Do you still remember such a woman, in the east where the sun rises high, looking forward to your return and singing with deep affection in the wind? Because, this is her deep sadness for a reunion after decades.
Every household is busy taking care of the new year's goods, and never pays attention to the woman who prepares the New Year's Eve dinner for the wanderer. How many times I cried on my back, in order to let the wanderer work outside with peace of mind. Many times, I always hide behind my mother and watch her busy going in and out, and watch her nag about trivial things these days. This seems to be a picture that people cannot bear to delete. Soon, I will leave this disheveled woman who is often in the kitchen. Her every move, her every expression, and every seemingly wordy sentence have already become bookmarks in my dreams. In the future, whenever late at night, I think I will gently open it and touch my beloved patron saint.
Mother's snoring came from the bed, and she slept soundly. This is a good thing. I hope she can sleep so well every day. There should be my brother in a foreign country in my dream. We sat around the table and ate the delicious food she prepared for us. Then my father talked about the past. My brother and I are still listening to the story carefully and fighting for the food on the table as usual. She smiled lovingly.
Mom's dreams are always sweet, and I am willing to believe them for a while, so I don't want to be disturbed by all external interference. Quietly leave the bed with sweet temperature and go back to your room. The windows and doors are not closed, and the curtains dance with the rhythm of the wind. Similarly, the oncoming cold wind suddenly awakened my brief illusion. Under the light, the red suitcase was swept over and over again by the curtain tail, and suddenly I felt the strong light that I had never seen before. It reminds me that my mother's dream was just my personal imagination from the beginning.
It turns out that the departure of friends and their own departure is not imagination. I walked over and closed the doors and windows, afraid to think about what would happen next. That's too heavy.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, but vagrants, are you going home soon? Mom is at home, still waiting for you. ...
2. Ask for a semi-propositional composition: there is a kind of mood called "there is a kind of mood called" moving ",which is abstract, not something that the eyes can touch, the ears can capture and the lips can taste. But what is touching? It can be singing, wings, warm wind in spring, snow in winter, flowing rivers and gurgling streams, plucked guitars, crooning short poems, tears on cheeks, kisses on lips, rainbows painted on canvas, beautiful memories that will never be forgotten at dusk, incomparable metaphors and indescribable descriptions. Lotus is an active skirt in the pond in May. But in September and October, what is the name of the lonely water lily on Hu Cheng Lake? Whenever I catch a glimpse of water lilies, I first lament, and then I feel a sense of tragedy. Although the water lily blooms brilliantly, how many people can really appreciate her? Self-admiration, self-pity! People who are in a hurry, especially those born and raised in Sri Lanka, never stop. Even in their spare time, they just feed bread to the fish by the lake. I can't see her tears. Maybe she just sobbed at night when no one was around, and no one knew. I always thought that her existence was deliberately planted, or a masterpiece of dried seeds, but I had to give up because of lack of time and energy. This fish is lovely and pleasing. Even weeping willows with "hair loss" will be combed and encouraged with a smile when they are bored. Only the water lily, which occupies a place in Hu Cheng Lake, has been ignored. Isn't she too dazzling? Being left out will inevitably lead to depression, but this strange elf shows the pain of love with a smile and stubbornly holds her head high: even if the whole world doesn't care, at least she does. Even if there is only autumn wind as a companion, it is not very leisurely? Standing in the water is a kind of persistence, a kind of belief, a kind of wisdom, a kind of dexterity, a kind of pattern and a kind of state, which is what a person should have. I can't write it down. My blood is frozen in my fiery mind. Maybe this feeling and the feeling of seeing water lilies are called touching. There is a kind of mood called loss, and there is a kind of beauty called giving up silently and giving up a favorite friend who has no chance. The feeling of giving up some input but getting nothing; Give up some spiritual expectation; Give up an idea ~ I feel sad in my heart, but this sadness does not prevent me from starting over, listening to music again and telling stories in a new time and space! Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, full of detached spirit, it is sad and beautiful! There is a feeling that I hope it will last forever. It took many years to find that it had gradually disappeared. I just know that what I have is not necessarily what we really have. What we have is not necessarily what we really remember ~ Life often needs to be consciously given up, because there are too many beautiful things in the world. We have been longing for and pursuing the beauty we don't have ~ in fact, what we really need often takes many years to understand. For the beauty we already have, we often feel uneasy and worried because of the experience of finding it back ~ the sunset is fleeting and flowers bloom and fall. Because when we have it, we may be losing it, and when we give it up, we may regain it ~ we can't be absolutely sure of everything. Deliberate pursuit is difficult to get out of the misunderstanding of suffering from loss. Life needs to be sublimated into a quiet and detached spirit. Those who understand know how to give up, those who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and those who are happy know how to be detached. Although I didn't come to this world because of you, I am more attached to this world because of you. If I can't be with you, I will walk away silently, but I still won't lose my love and gratitude for the world. Thank God for letting me meet you and leave you, and finish a poem created by God! Life has given us endless sadness and eternal answers. So, give up safely and stick to a detachment ~ no matter how the secular life of the world of mortals changes, no matter how individuals choose, no matter how heavy the things in their hands are, we are brave enough to escape and happy to grieve! We go to the depths of life as usual, we gradually give up as usual, and we gradually become firm ~ There is a feeling that we always admit that we are "missing" when we are insomnia; There is a fate that I always believe is "eternal" after waking up from my dream; There is an eye that always sees "attachment" when breaking up; There is always a feeling of "loss" after parting ~ quietly looking at the silver full moon, thinking, thinking, happy and painful.
3. Planting a Mood The autumn wind is bleak, and the past I don't want to remember is always blown up by this autumn wind, just like this autumn leaf, sweeping my heart.
Sometimes, I wish I could forget everything, be happy or unhappy, cry and laugh, and start all over again. However, some things can't be forgotten.
I want to escape, I am afraid that the past scenes will reappear in front of my eyes, and I am afraid that the feeling of crying at that time will emerge in my heart. A new beginning is painful. I am afraid that I will laugh at myself, start pretending, or learn to forget. I began to deny my past feelings, forget the past and deceive myself. But I can always feel a shadow laughing at myself. She told me that she saw everything and felt everything.
There is a mirror in front of me, and I see that the road I have traveled has always been so lonely, always alone. I am confused, close my eyes, and the sound around me is so noisy, so harsh and so horrible. It seems that none of this belongs to my world. It turns out that the path I have taken is so hypocritical. I see a pair of eyes and my mouth is wide open. I panicked. Finally, I was cheated. I didn't expect my firm belief to be shaken. What a delicate net this is.
I began to stop escaping and let that memory indulge, just like opening Pandora's box. I didn't cry, because my tears have dried up, and I have no heartache, because the pain has long passed. I smiled indifferently and began to learn to grow, learn to defend, and at least there was hope.
I see, I woke up, I smiled, and there is really at least hope.
It is a strange thing to write a mood, which will bloom flowers or accumulate dark clouds on your face at any time. In a good mood, you are proud, in a bad mood, and you can't see the sunshine. With the changes of society anytime and anywhere, complicated things come at you like a market, and your mood will naturally act as a "five-flavor bottle", decorating your mood in turn with various ups and downs. People, if you want to get better, you should open your eyes to life, raise your eyebrows and smile to face life, design life for a rainy day, and invest life confidently. Everyone in the world sincerely hopes to have a good mood and a pure heart every day, but can't hope to smile every day. I still remember my mood during that exam.
I walked into the examination room mechanically and sat upright in my seat, waiting for the invigilator. At this point, my mind went blank.
After receiving the paper, my heart pounded, my scalp swelled, and the words on the paper jumped in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and shook my head, thinking that the teacher had said to be calm and look at the simple questions first. So I opened my eyes, looked at the topic with rapt attention, and made a few small questions. At this time, the mentality is stable and the answering speed is faster. After you finish the questions you can do, pick some questions that seem to be inaccurate. At the same time, mobilize all your energy, recall how the teacher commented on similar problems, how to explain them in the textbook, and write as much as possible. Then carefully give the problem a "face to face", find a breakthrough and try to solve it. At this time, patience is needed, just as the heart beats faster and the mind is not very flexible. I'm at my wit's end, but I'm not willing to fail, so I pick myself up again, re-examine the questions, and come up with a real answer, and I'm very happy in an instant. It's really beautiful. However, things can't always be perfect, and it's useless to rack one's brains for some problems, which really makes me very upset and depressed.
90 minutes have passed. Eyes like dragons and phoenixes search on "bean sprouts", trying to find out the mistakes, even a little. It's like having a pepper in my throat at this time, which makes me feel terrible. ?
Out of the examination room, we discussed the answers and scores fiercely, and our hearts hung up, wanting to know the lessons of success and failure. After listening to all kinds of comments, I was very unhappy. Until the results were announced, it was sad and happy for a time. ?
Examination, examination, that smell, is it sweet, sour, bitter or spicy? alas
Adoption! !
5. Seeking 300 words to describe an emotion is mentioned in the masterpiece (Perfect Sunny Day): I want to fly, and my heart is so tired.
I don't know when, young hearts are always eager for independence. How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain.
Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging. The tall teaching building, the carefree canteen, the crowded supermarket and the strange faces all make me novel and excited.
However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.
Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing along with the gap.
I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother.
I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Before.
Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.
"Bell-"* * interrupted my thoughts after class. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hello, who are you looking for?" "Mom, it's me."
I whispered. "* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not.
It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? .
""Well, everything is fine.
"I said, I shed tears.
Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly. On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful.
I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite. Mother is a thread tied to my heart.
The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be. .
6. Change your mood. Writing changes your mood. Life is strange.
There are successes and failures; There are excitement and depression; There are successes and setbacks. In the face of success, we are naturally very excited, but in the face of failure, should we change our mood? If you change your mood, you may have new feelings.
As soon as I went out, I saw a rose fragrance. An old man was dying, and I felt a little sad. Flower, you can only be charming for a while in your life! And next to it, a small bud is trying to open. An idea, "... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts into new things", the old year has not left, and the new year is coming.
Isn't this an admirable happiness? In a different mood, you may find something new. Wei, a great poet, was born by a lonely grass stream, and orioles sang in the depths of the Woods. However, he hasn't been rewarded for a long time. He is sentimental and resentful. Why did he try so hard and still get rejected? However, he is glad that he can prefer the grass by the stream and the orioles singing among the deep trees. He can admire himself, but it's better than those officials who don't understand talents! It is because of these ideas that he achieved himself.
Change your mood, and you may gain something new. Everyone is eager for success.
However, on our life path full of setbacks, we can't succeed all the time. The curies discovered the radioactive elements radium and polonium that shocked the world, but they were selfless and gave up the patent without hesitation. Who dares to call himself a loser? Li Qingzhao, a great poet and a generation of women in the Song Dynasty, wrote countless poems that turned Chinese and foreign people upside down.
I still remember "returning to the boat in the evening, straying into the depths of the lotus, fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, and starting a beach of gulls and herons." In what state, who dares to say that she is not a successful woman? Yes, what about success, what about failure, as long as you pay, work hard and put your heart into it, then no matter what others say, you will always be your own winner! One's life can't be smooth sailing. Facing setbacks and failures, let's change our mood. In this way, you will have new feelings, new discoveries and new gains.
7. Happiness is a state of mind. Happiness is a state of mind! People live in this world just to make themselves happier.
I always thought so. To live a good life seriously, we must feel the dribs and drabs of life with our hearts and seek small happiness from every little thing, so that life will be more fulfilling.
I remember a writer said, "A person's character determines a person's fate. If you like to keep your personality, then you have no right to refuse your opportunity. " Because, no matter how hard a person's life is, he has to experience it by himself, and no one else can replace it. Life belongs to him.
Only when a person truly knows and understands himself can he have an independent personality and be qualified to choose his hobbies and habits. Don't pin your happiness on anyone. Happiness is what he pursues. Learn to live a happy life, and the most important thing is to straighten your mind.
In fact, everyone has mood swings, everyone has a weak and strong side, and happiness depends entirely on their own judgment. Everyone has his own opinion about the quality of anything, and everyone has his own reason.
Isn't there an idiom: "Man proposes, God disposes"? If a person is always worried about everything, it will definitely affect his judgment. This is not to say that this is a shortcoming or a sign of weakness, but sometimes this hesitant attitude and indecisive temperament will really bring you more trouble and pain.
Give up what you are willing to give up, stay or stay, and don't want to stay and give up, then you will always be tired of this kind of ideological burden and can't find real happiness. Give yourself more reasons to be happy every day, and don't get involved in past troubles.
Learn to use your own ideas and lifestyle to find the means and purpose of happiness. Right and wrong, right and wrong, things should have their own unique thinking and opinions. If you think it's worthwhile, you don't have to care too much about other people's opinions, and then pursue and work in this direction unswervingly, and correctly grasp the general direction, so that you can be in the mood to find the source of happiness every day.
I have no transcendental realm of life, and I don't want to pursue any success and honor in life, let alone explore what is the true meaning of life. I dare not say how profound my ideological realm is, how bold and open-minded. But I will treat it with a pure heart, an optimistic mood and a kind heart, feel the value of life with my heart and understand the true meaning of life.
It is enough to create small opportunities for yourself, keep a calm mood and enjoy some small pleasures of life easily. People can't be happy every day. When they encounter difficulties, they should learn to transcend their pain and then give themselves a smile. Would you like to enjoy my happiness with me? Therefore, happiness is a state of mind, and it must be from the heart.
Therefore, happiness is only today's happiness from every little thing.
8.500 words composition, there is a kind of mood called loneliness.
It snowed in late April. The sun poked its head out like a naughty child. Although it's only a faint light, it's warm to come out after all.
It snowed in late April. The sun poked its head out like a naughty child. Although it's only a faint light, it's warm to come out after all.
I feel like this weather, too When it snows in spring, it is crystal clear, beautiful, short and helpless. It gets wet in the warm sunshine in spring.
Should the peach blossom bloom? Remember the peach blossom in the back hill? When I saw it in the first spring in Wuhan, the peach blossom smiled so brightly. What is the peach blossom like at this time of spring after snow? Is it already brilliant, or just budding?
With a book under my arm, I want to see peach blossoms, see my mood, and carefully evaluate my taste.
On both sides of the forest path are tall and straight trunks with sudden light, and the branches stand quietly on warm days. There are evergreen shrubs, which are always dark green. You can't feel the traces of spring from them. Only a gust of wind brushed my face, not biting in winter. When I felt this warmth, I told myself in my heart that it was indeed spring.
Where is the peach blossom? Where is my favorite peach blossom? I stood in front of the ruins and asked myself softly. Two years ago, this was an abandoned reservoir with pink peach trees in the grass beside it. Now, it is empty. My beloved peach blossom disappeared in the wind when I least expected it.
Will it hurt you to say goodbye to your first love? Ruthless people say this is a new beginning, and they really get back on their feet and throw themselves into life without her. Spooky people also say this with a smile, but there are many tears, and there are also many disappointments and helplessness. Just like snowflakes falling this spring, I don't want to fall at this time. They are beautiful, crystal clear, and then melt. In her dream, she dreamed of losing her. She walked forward without looking back, looked at her lost, cried and cried in her dream, and then woke up. Late at night. Tears. Still late at night.
Now I'm standing under this warm spring day, I know it's another beginning, but I still have a lot of helplessness in my heart. I asked myself, what is really worth cherishing in the world? Love is the most complicated thing in the world. Love used to make me feel that I have to protect a person all my life, but now it hurts me so much.
BY: I don't know whether the departure of leaves is the pursuit of the wind or the tree can't stay, but I know that one always forgets some things before thinking of others; Just like someone wants to get close to him, someone will leave. . .
And I, just a little sleepy, let me sleep quietly and wipe away the tears in my eyes in quiet sleep. . .