Annual rings of years
Sentiment Selection 1:
Annual rings of years
As we all know who have studied biology in middle school, every year a tree grows, it will add an annual ring to its trunk, which will always be big or small. On this New Year's Eve, I think, is life the same?
The firecrackers in the evening of New Year's Eve announced the end of the old year and the arrival of the new year with the chime of zero. In this firecrackers, what kind of rings will the years carve for our lives? On New Year's Eve, I often think so.
On New Year's Eve, after cleaning, I sorted out my books and some things I usually wrote by hand. A note from the past is at hand at this moment. Looking at the crooked handwriting on the notebook, and then looking at the fairly neat handwriting at the moment, I really doubt that it is not self. But my name was clearly written on the notebook, which made me have to admit it. Looking at the previous words, and then look at the words that colleagues call copybooks at the moment, it is really full of emotions. I have been practicing calligraphy for more than two years, always complaining about my slow progress, and sometimes even a little depressed, but fortunately I persisted. Looking at the handwriting of the past and the present, I have to admit that my persistence has been rewarded.
looking at the old handwriting, I am very pleased with the gains I have gained from my persistence. Writing a good hand is, I think, the wish of most scholars. In my case, it is no exception. But practicing calligraphy is a dull or even boring thing. I have written an article about practicing calligraphy before, so I won't repeat the process of practicing calligraphy here. If you want to succeed in practicing calligraphy, the biggest secret lies in constancy, and the biggest obstacle is constancy. Our daily life is just like this calligraphy practice, plain and even boring. As long as we stick to it consistently in the plain, progress is not easy to detect, but we must see the harvest over time. Just like the phoenix tree in my courtyard, when it was first planted, but its arm was thick, I couldn't see its daily growth, but now it can't be folded.
The tree's annual rings have a size, which is a reflection of its growth process. The big rings indicate that the tree grows well in that year; The small annual rings indicate that the growth of trees was not ideal that year. If we want trees to grow well, we can't do without people's careful cultivation. Similarly, if we want to have more gains in our lives, we need to make persistent efforts to disdain life.
The length of life is similar, but the thickness of life is different. This reminds me of Mr. Qian Mu's memoir "Eighty-one Parents, Teachers and Friends" which I just finished reading. Mr. Qian Mu dropped out of school in his early years and returned to his hometown to become a rural primary school teacher. In the eyes of ordinary people, it seems that Mr. Qian ended up as a rural teacher. However, Mr. Qian has become a master of Chinese studies by persistent self-study. When we are complaining that life is dull and boring, look at Mr. Qian's experience. I think what we should reflect on is our attitude towards life. (article reading network: sanwen)
firecrackers sounded at zero o'clock, and whether we like it or not, the years have carved a circle of rings on us. Whether our annual rings are big or small depends on how we treat life this year. In the limited length of life, the thickness of our life depends entirely on our attitude towards life. On New Year's Eve, some old manuscripts aroused my thoughts, which was my understanding of the New Year.
Sentiment Selection 2:
The annual rings of the years
Author: Summer Source: Online Article Time: March 14, 211 Reading: Submission on the Internet (Missing Sentences)
Every year, when we bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year, many brothers and sisters will send greeting cards, like pieces of autumn leaves floating on my desk, as if telling me: Going back to my hometown to pay homage to my ancestors during the Spring Festival, walking on the country road, picking up the fallen leaves at my feet and examining the fine veins. Every leaf has been honed by the wind and frost and absorbed by the sun, giving people an old and calm feeling, which makes my heart tremble: Alas, the years are ruthless, and it is another year.
It's not just me who bemoan the passing of time, but also many young people, who will tell in their hearts the fleeting years, hard life and hope for the future. Of course, I will naturally think of the ancient poem that I know by heart: "A hundred years will take more than a hundred years, and today I still have to love today." Therefore, there are many feelings in my heart: whether the past is good or bad, whether the future is happy or sad, the years will always move forward relentlessly. Since it is impossible to retain the fleeting years, and it is even more difficult to predict the unknown future, it is better to live realistically. Never miss the present day. If conditions permit, try to arrange your life as comfortably as possible, so that your mind can be pure and peaceful, and you can live happily every day.
I dare not boast that I am a complete optimist, but at least I have confidence in my future life. I firmly believe that my motherland will become stronger and stronger, people's lives will become better and better, and the future days will become more and more enjoyable. My bold assumption is not subjective, but a conclusion drawn through the great changes in reform and opening up. In the past 3 years of reform and opening-up, great changes have taken place in Cang Sang all over the country, and the inside and outside of the Great Wall are changing with each passing day, which is the proof of the country's strength. As long as the motherland is prosperous, why worry about the birds of joy will not inhabit the homes of ordinary people.
day after day, year after year. With the change of time series seasons, come and go with every season, a flower and tree, silently adhered to the eternal loyalty in the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow. Just to live up to God's gift, flowers and plants left full seeds and gave birth to fresh life; Just to add fresh beauty, the trees have left thick rings, stretching a green life. We should thank these flowers and trees, because of their replacement, the earth is full of vitality. Think about it carefully, even if life is fragile, as long as the potential is fully released, it will leave traces worthy of time.
No matter how long a person's life is, it's a hundred years, and a hundred years is just a snap of the finger for the universe. People, like flowers and trees, grow up year by year, mature year by year and grow old year by year in the alternation of time series. So, what should people leave behind? Every season when time turns, I seriously torture myself. Just like when I was a child, when the end of the semester was approaching, I didn't know what kind of answers, confusion and worries I would hand over, and I always wanted to hold on to the simple time and let the joy stay with me forever. After that, I grew up slowly and became old day by day. I thought this mood would grow old with age. However, life is still going on, life is still going on, so it seems that this torture is really residual. In fact, life, like dreams and bubbles, like morning dew and meteors, has vanished in a flash. Everything in the period seems to be a dream in a mirror. If you see it through, you can be calm, happy in life and unhappy in death, and let nature take its course.
I often hear people say, "Time goes by without trace". However, I think: "there are traces in life, but there are no traces in years." Time is like a breeze, and people are like autumn leaves. Autumn leaves fall quietly, and the wind gently blows up the fallen leaves. The fallen leaves slide slowly on the ground, some leave an eye-catching trace, some go with the wind and leave nothing behind, but this is not important, as long as there are rich life processes, this is enough. It is precisely because of the ruthlessness of time that people get old in a flash and then die quickly. People can copy many things, but they can't copy time. Therefore, we should cherish the limited time, grasp the fleeting years, and work and live in a down-to-earth manner. This is all the benefits of life. In this regard, there is no need to sing generously, and there is no need to complain and lament, as long as it is done in a down-to-earth manner.
Time is killing people's lives, and people's rings are growing in their lives. People inadvertently consume their lives, and you squander mistakes and regrets when you shouldn't. Time is like a long stream of water, but life is to be returned. Life needs to be managed, and winning or losing is your own business. Life is just the capital that God lends you. The rings of life are like autumn. When you want to find autumn, autumn has passed, thinking about it, but there is no youth. In response to the annual rings left by the years, I can't help sighing about my life: I just feel mature and I have to get old. Time is always so useless.
sentiment selection 3:
the annual rings of the years
The annual rings of the years are like bright discs, with quiet cold light on the mirror, no gorgeous decoration behind them, and the pale white background is still like a deserted sand dune. She stood in a corner coldly, silently enduring the coldness of the world, watching the changes of the world, and burning the ups and downs in her heart. (Morning greetings)
The sun and the moon, like a never-rusting CD-ROM drive, alternate day and night, displaying the annual rings of the years in human mind.
There are our childhood laughter, naive faces with innocence, eyes looking around for beautiful scenes, learning and understanding singing from parents' jokes;
There are memories of our youth, eager to know things, eager to learn more knowledge from books, full of illusions about our own future, but confused about our own tomorrow;
There is the sound of us shouting. Young people want to break out of their parents' constraints and social ties. When they hit the wall everywhere, they shout out their frustrations.
There are our helpless measures. When our pursuit becomes a dream, when reality shatters our ideals, when our kindness is misinterpreted, we can only shake our heads helplessly.
There are traces of our walking. From toddler to striding, there are some bumps in the middle, from learning to be a man to learning and understanding to be a man, how many times we spit, and I saw my weakness in tears.
The rings of the years record what we lost and shouldn't have lost, what we got and shouldn't have got, our previous aura, and too many losses.
The annual rings of the years always inadvertently show the pictures of the past to us at this moment!