Time is like paper, but it is a blank. It is we who paint beautiful scenery with our own colored brushes. We draw towering peaks; Draw a dark valley; Draw a rugged mountain road; Draw a mirror-like lake; Painted the ups and downs of life, painted the beauty of life; Draw our expectations for a better future; Painted an indelible life course.
Time is like a road, as Lu Xun wrote: there is no road in the world, and more people walk, it becomes a road. Countless people have gone through countless years. Criss-crossing, like ribbons running through ancient and modern times. There are' traffic in the Peach Blossom Garden' and modern spacious and tidy roads. The road is long, but there is no lack of color. Endless mountains, gurgling streams and beautiful flowers and plants on the roadside ... let the seemingly long years pass in a blink of an eye.
Time is like a book, it is profound and records the progress of every life. It is an older historical book than historical records, which witnessed the history and development of mankind; It is a fairy tale, colorful but profound; It is a suspense book, which is confusing and has countless puzzles, attracting human beings to explore and study.
Let's sing like a song, let's paint a better time, let's walk through a long time step by step, let's read the time with our heart, experience all kinds of things, rejoice in every harvest and cheer for every success!
The eighth grade composition year is like a song for two years, and it is always too anxious.
As soon as I approached the buttonwood tree, I whispered to it quietly. Whether those small years I have saved are still there. It didn't answer. I smiled foolishly. Off-year passed so fast that I forgot me and the past.
The prosperity is exhausted, and the green return only takes a quarter. Stepping on the breath of a foreign land, spinning again and again in the rain, hoping to find the same beat, but only getting new feelings again and again. I don't shout, just wait for the wind.
Hearing the Sanskrit sound from the ancient pagoda in the distance, bathed in the flowing stream, I forgot the years that flowed away.
The footsteps of tap dancing, the light time passes. May it be a beautiful walk and don't be in a hurry. I kissed a green leaf with dew, as if it knew me, and my skin danced with its veins. "Is it time now?" "There is a voice from the bottom of my heart. I feel horrible. Do I feel it?
I picked up a handful of water, and it stayed quietly, gently with a splash. I watched it wait for a while, but it didn't stop for me. I don't know what words I can think of to express my loneliness I remember it. It never stopped. Are these years? I don't know. Ask who?
I stand on the vast land, feeling the wind blowing from nowhere. It has no impurities, only carries its unique posture, without any weight or temperature. I am addicted to its free and easy, and I want to go with it. But it's gone. Where did it go? I wanted to ask, but no one answered me. Facing the castle peak, only my question echoes. These years, too
I looked up at the whole sky, and the stars there didn't go, which my eyes told me. But cognition tells me that they are all moving and running at a speed you can't imagine. I love this flickering Chineydy, this seemingly calm sky. It will also flow away, right? This is also the years!
I have deep feelings for all these lost things. I want to be with it, but it doesn't move for me and walks away decisively.
I walked through the era of pure color, when I had no concept of anything, and my unit was composed of relatives and natural perception; I have gone through youth and innocence. I didn't know anything at that time. My body still smells of mother's milk. I have gone through a fiery youth. Life at that time was neither perceptual nor rational. My pace is driven by my heart. I am free.
However, it's time for me to turn around or stop today. I asked myself: What else do you have to go through? Don't answer for yourself. I asked about wind, water and stars. They're gone. I stroked the bluestone bearing history and put my face on it. I tried to synchronize with its breathing, but I didn't reply in the end. I got up, leaving only a tear.
Off-year is like a song, always too anxious to let go.
Although I don't know how many people in this world love and care about me, I know that no matter where I am, no matter whether I am poor or cheap, there are always two people who really miss me, worry about me and think about me all the time. ...
Of course, these two people are not others but my parents, but more often, they are my friends, my best friends in my life! Dear mom, my daughter is 15 years old in the blink of an eye. I know that you have suffered a lot for me in this 15 year, leaving a lot of tears and worrying a lot. In fact, I know in my heart that I am not a good daughter. When I was a child, I made you sad! You gave me so much, and I was ashamed to see it in my eyes. Do you remember? Once upon a time, you were lying in bed and watching TV with a smile. I smiled at you, and you whispered, "You've grown up!" "I have thought it over. It will really make you laugh more than when you were a child. Now I will pay great attention to my words and deeds, and I will no longer hurt you, even more afraid that I will accidentally hurt you. I really seem to have grown up. Have you noticed?
One day I saw many white hairs on your head, silent years! You quietly took everything away, leaving no footprints. I don't know why, my heart will burst with pain. I secretly swear that even if I can't be an excellent student, I must be a sensible daughter, because you have given me love, because you have given me meticulous care, because you have given me precious years ... I owe you too much for countless reasons, but I clearly know that in your heart you don't think you owe me anything.
Silent years, are you? Did you prove it to me? Mother's love, I slowly realized, deeply realized, like you, although silent, but proved too much, didn't you? I know you want more people like me to realize this: there is always someone in this world who loves you even more than his own life!
Dear dad, your care is indispensable along the way. Do you always hide your love for me in your heart? You don't like to talk about love often, but you have proved deeper love and more love with your actions! How happy I feel! I don't need to wear expensive clothes and eat expensive meals, as long as I have you, it is already the happiest and proudest thing in the world. As long as I have you along the way, I am willing to suffer a little! You never put any pressure on me in my study. I know it's because you believe me, no matter what I do, you are willing to believe that I am a good boy, so I always remind myself not to let you down! Thank you! I may not always persuade my father not to smoke like other children. Although smoking is harmful to your health, it can temporarily relieve your stress when you have a heavy workload, fatigue or irritability. I really want to sit with you late at night so that you won't feel lonely, but you won't let me. I know that you have paid so much to make me live a good life! I want to say: Dear Dad, I am really happy only if you are happy!
Silent years! You are always in a hurry. Can you have a rest? How satisfied I am at this moment, let time stay at this moment and never part!
The eighth grade composition year is 4 14 years old, so I started unprepared. First taste of failure. What a heartbreaking thing it is! Confused in fear, the more unclear, the more confused and fearful. Whenever I look up and see the blue sky, whenever the cool breeze blows my cheeks, I will cry. I am particularly uneasy because I try my best to suppress my thoughts without a teacher. In the eyes of adults, I am already a good boy who knows how to work hard for my future, but they don't understand my pain now. The contrast between external intuition and internal inferiority is so strong that my life has changed prematurely.
15 years old, rebellious. I make everything public. Although this louse degenerated, I put on this gorgeous robe fatally. As if I woke up, my personality became like a day in June. Began a vigorous bad boy life. Skipping class, puppy love. I suddenly became the target of public criticism. Everyone happened to do my job. Father locked me in the house and scolded me; The teacher said I was mentally ill, and I finally compromised, but I still couldn't restore a quiet life. Still skipping classes, or hating teachers. In fact, I have nowhere to go and nothing to do when I skip class. I often run to the stadium alone and think of playing with you. So far, I haven't found anything worse than this. It is this character who has spent many lonely and tragic afternoons and evenings with me.
16 years old, lost. I became anxious. That autumn, I suddenly felt afraid of my future. Suddenly found himself with nothing. Inexplicable tears and rumors, like an unwelcome wild cat, crawled on the tile ridge of my 16-year-old heart house all night, which made me restless. I clearly heard the noise. My innocence and worry-free before I was 14 years old were dried up and shattered, and flew away with the wind in the middle of the night.
The eighth grade composition year is five inches of time and one inch of gold!
As time goes by, somehow, I feel like a different person. Was the naive and carefree past taken away by the sun and the moon?
Years have left irreparable scars on my growth path, which makes me ashamed; Years have taken away my innocence and romance and made me sad; But time has also brought me changes, made me happy and gave me the direction to work hard.
Now, we have reached a brand-new stage-youth. When we look back, everything is different. Former classmates no longer talk about everything like that, and everything becomes quite calculated; Parents are no longer so gentle and kind, but don't understand; The teacher is no longer so approachable, but very strict.
I clearly remember that when I first entered this group, everyone I knew was kind, but who knows?
I remember when I was in Grade One, on a Friday morning, we were having an English class. When the English teacher finished the new class, she asked us to take out the English test paper. I took out my file bag and quickly found my English paper, but I found something was wrong. There are always some classmates laughing at me behind me. I looked at them, turned around, and then I started my English paper. "It's strange, how did English paper get thicker?" I turned the paper over. Oh, Chinese paper is stuck on it. What happened? I never bring glue to school! Suddenly, I realized that it was-those guys just now. I didn't provoke them. How could they do this to me? What a bad heart.
After this incident, I was skeptical about some students in our class, and I never got rid of it.
On the way to school, I met my primary school classmates, and even those who used to play well with me seemed to be different people, not like before.
Time has changed and personnel have changed!
Six years of writing in the eighth grade danced with graceful and half-hidden enchanting steps, moving slowly, with the illusion of light, colorful, mixed in the traces of life. Long skirt flying, she still stood on tiptoe, but suddenly realized that people had separated.
Time, which sticks to the staff of time, leads me back to the second grade of primary school in my dream. The wind chased the illusion of clouds and smeared clouds on the blue sky. The sunshine is slightly tipsy, which is a warm afternoon scene. The classroom is empty, only the sunshine jumps on the table, and the blue curtains flutter like skirts. Humming a ditty, I skipped to his desk, picked up the exercise book lying quietly on the desk, pigtails happily landed and went home together.
He is my former deskmate, Xiao Yao, who often climbs barefoot to the small roof of the playground and greets me to go up with him. Under the scorching sun, two children sat under the eaves, chatting and frolicking together, sweating, but also immersed in countless happiness.
He doesn't study well. He used to lie prone on the table and ask me a stupid question when I finally calmed down. But go was his only hobby, and soon he disappeared from school in the afternoon. It is said that he goes to the chess room every day to compete with experts, so he will help me take my homework home. As the sun sets, the fiery red clouds in the sky surge like waves, shining at the feet of the clouds and spreading purples all over the sky. At this time, I stood on the side of the road and stood on tiptoe, looking forward to the white car in the distance. Then, Xiaoyao jumped down from the car, wearing a white shirt, standing on the first ray of sunlight, black hair and a faint smile on his mouth. Take my exercise book away. With this tramp, we can run in the small garden for a while, or simply set up a shelf and have a barbecue together. ...
Innocent days are like brilliant autumn chrysanthemums, which are dazzling but not beautiful, elegant but not silent. However, no matter how magnificent the autumn chrysanthemum is, there will be a day when the petals are entrusted to the earth. It's like he left his familiar school in a hurry. He is an amateur of Weiqi Jiu Duan, so his parents decided to let him leave this bustling but warm town and send him to Beijing to learn chess alone. It is said that time is a double-edged sword. A person's time makes him stronger, harder and more exposed to the vicissitudes of the world earlier.
For four years, I have been caring and attentive with him every New Year. He asked me about my junior high school life, and I also talked to him about his years in Beijing alone. Perhaps my best friend in childhood is the deepest comfort in my heart. We never seem to be strangers.
That deep dusk, the red of large tracts reflected the golden color of this city that had just had a spark. Under the afterglow of orange, his phone suddenly called and his voice changed. Four years ago, the childish children's voice had already disappeared, and it was replaced by a rich and simple voice, which was the excitement brought by unbearable trembling. He told me that he came back to our town and brought me a present! I ran out of the house and saw a boy on the agreed street corner. He stood there with a silly smile, tanned as the land in the western United States. When he saw me, his face showed surprise. He smiled, tugging at the curved corners of his mouth like many years ago: "Don't you know me?" I am Xiao Yao. " Is this Xiaoyao? ! Is this the same small ridge as before? Yes, the stars are still shining in his brow, but the depths of his eyes are impenetrable. That evening, he and I chatted happily about the changes in the town, but he said less, just listening to my endless talk, which made me more mature and vicissitudes. It doesn't meet his age of 14 or 15, but he should live a leisurely and constantly chauffeured life. But I firmly believe that no matter how strange the change is, the length of friendship will be a lifetime.
Time, please don't be so heartless, use a little sharpening to carve the face of my best childhood playmate. When we were children, we were all the same, as naive and as simple. But twice, I wore ear-length short hair and studied in a sunny classroom, while he struggled alone at the bottom of the dark capital. Still in contact, as if time is still approaching, but this ruthless time clings to the sword of time, and the moving woman named years has been cold under the edge. Time has pulled similar people far away, and only when we look back can we know that times have changed.
The wrong shadow of time will always leave different marks in different lives. Time is a huge wave, we can only drift in its direction, but time is a beautiful scenery on the shore, enchanting and charming. Even if you can't stay in front of you forever, you can cherish it forever and bloom in a corner of your heart forever.
Seven years is a person's life, and it may throw you a gift at any time. Gifts may be exquisite and rough, but they can always give you great encouragement, but you just need to taste them yourself.
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He is very beautiful, but his aloof makes him have no friends. He is very lonely. One day, a man caught a bird in a cage and it couldn't fly. Finally, he remembered freedom. How he longs for a word! One day, another bird saw that he was locked in a cage, so he found a group of birds and pecked at the wooden cage. This beautiful bird is free, and he understands the importance of freedom. The birds who saved him made him understand that friendship is also indispensable, so he took off his proud clothes and lived happily with his companions.
Time throws a disastrous story to the bird, making it understand the necessity of freedom and friendship. We should bravely face the gift of years, even if it makes you feel difficult, you should overcome it and get the real treasure.
Helen Keller accepted the gift of years, that is, she was blind in both eyes and deaf in both ears, but she faced it calmly and made great efforts to become the focus of world attention. His talent can be said to be too bad, but Helen created a miracle in the world, because she dared to accept and challenge, so she succeeded.
"Born in sorrow, died in happiness" wrote, Heaven will be a major task for human beings, so we must first suffer from their minds, work hard on their bones and muscles, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and mess with their actions, so we must be patient and get what they can't do. Mencius gave it to us. In fact, only by truly understanding and accepting the gifts given to you by years and working hard from now on can you finally achieve something!
I once wrote an article describing my gratitude and return to my mother. Not surprisingly, this article was highly praised. Psychological changes are silent. After slipping through my fingers on a silent day, I found that my love for my mother had stopped.
Adolescents are always so unreasonable. I have always loved you, but I will be angry and willful. I kept saying I love you, but I spilled all the food I didn't like in a rage; I keep saying I love you, but I want to be independent. I completely suppressed my mother's stubborn temper ... when I miss her, have I ever heard her cry in a low voice? It seems like an instant, but I always see her smile like a spring breeze. She enjoys this nonsense. Time flies, she persisted for decades. As Yu said, "the persistence of the thin old man in front of his opponent is commendable, but in front of the roaring sea, that little persistence is nothing." My mother always makes an ugly umbrella for me with her eternal warm love; And the years are like a fierce sea, and the love for my mother is so terrible. Umbrella seems to be fleeting.
I will never forget the cup of warm water she served me in the days of persistence. In the silence of the night, she breathed softly. Some people say that love is hidden in every bit, but the Buddha has never felt it. I don't like to review at ordinary times, and I study hard in the middle of the night for fear of falling out of Sun Shan. Finally, I remembered my mother in this silent night, and it was then that I discovered the value of never leaving. For years, this is what you gave me.
Mom is like that thin old man who is obsessed with the seaside and never slackens off. Young, ignorant and superficial, I suddenly woke up after hurting her wantonly. Success is not easy, and it is not easy to stick to it. If you lose your mother, success is like melting ice cream. Although sweet, it doesn't make any sense. Mom, what if I lost you and gained the world?
In my childhood memory, I have always been a silly child who didn't like teachers. The children the teacher likes are all smart or beautiful children with bright smiles, but I didn't take any of them. Although clothes are always clean, there are always some unknown dirty marks on the face. Because of the lack of money at home, there are no beautiful skirts and shiny leather shoes. At that time, most of my partners would only judge people by their appearances or judge people by their things. Naturally, I didn't have any friends or teachers' attention.
When I was in the second grade, my family conditions finally improved. Because of my embarrassing situation and my smiling face all day (according to my mother's memory), I was sent to a new school. In that new environment, a fat Chinese teacher is very kind to me. She always teaches me to write well and helps me make friends. More like mom, she washes my face and combs my hair. In those beautiful years, I gained a lot. I began to become cheerful, sunny, and my academic performance has been swinging from the tail of the crane to today. I got piles of honorary certificates and dozens of friends. When the fat Chinese teacher left, many students saw her off. I am here, too. I can't help shedding tears and send my best wishes to the teacher who encouraged me at my embarrassing age.
Every day is passing by. Looking at a familiar and strange city on the bus. Staggering shortens the distance to the finish line. Too many people come and go, up and down.
The change from year to year is always obvious. I always thought that growth was a process, until one day, in an instant, I realized that growth was actually only an instant. It's just that suddenly, I want to understand something. Although I can't tell, I feel that emotionally, like a long-term chemical reaction, at that moment, it completely deteriorated, so I woke up like a dream.
When I was a child, I walked with me for a while, but I was everywhere. I have forgotten the footprints of my childhood. But I still remember that in those disgraceful years, there were some people and things that always moved me.
The eighth grade composition year 10 staring at the little lilac in front of me, my spirit seems to be in a trance, and my mood stretches like smoke. ...
Time is really amazing. You never know what it will bring you, and you won't realize what you have lost, just like you don't know when the lilac in front of you will bloom the first delicate flower, just like you don't know when the dew will fall from the tip of the grass ... maybe it's time, it's time.
Accidentally grabbed the fleeting tail and woke up like an electric shock. Well, I seem to understand something.
My best friend in nine years can walk past me strangely now. Oh, we had a fight. Because of the provocation of some "little people", unbreakable friendship is as funny as a clown's performance. Am I stupid? Too naive? I don't believe that if you can't stand this test, then this friendship is not worth mentioning. But for our trust, I am willing to compromise first. I think I have grown up, so I know how to cherish friendship.
My mother brought us fragrant tea. It was midnight. I'm still writing on the desk. It pains me to hear my mother's depressed cough. I ignored my mother. She is old, but she still stays up like a young man. She can't stand it. Stand up, pat mother's camel back and help her rest. Originally rebellious, I also began to take off my spikes and become a good girl. It was the years that made me mature and sensible, and taught me to cherish my family.
Standing in the office, I put on a look of indifference and put on a look of "a dead mouse can't touch the cold". No matter how angry the teacher is, I can still risk bullets and the legendary swordsman. I hate the old class's nagging. I don't care what she said, "The world is bigger than me"! She certainly doesn't like me, so let her hate me more! I only saw her head down, patiently sorting out my clothes and giving me a piece of chocolate. Looking at her doting smile, I was conquered at once. Teacher, I'm sorry to bother you. It was time that made me understand that "one day as a teacher, one life as a father".
Time has given me too many gifts. I don't know when and where I will receive its surprise in the next second. Maybe it's hidden behind me.