Sophomore 800 Words Essay on Where the Heart Is 40

The morning sun after the rain is like a broken egg yolk, the orange red, reflecting half of the sky, and also sprinkled in the dilapidated attic. In front of the attic there is a picture clip on a side phone. A slender young hand, with a pen shuttle and a clip in the air.

The rainbow in the corners of the sky, like the wisps of tea fragrance beside you, floating, cheerful and like an abandoned dream.

A young painter in the city, he once asserted: "Create the most beautiful art in the world!" At this time, a confident smile overflowed his heart. Suddenly, he frowned and stopped writing, as if thinking slightly.

He relived his thoughts: a wooden house appeared in the green grass by the green lake. The chalet was chic.

It's a beautiful piece, light and comfortable. But I always felt that something was wrong. "Yes, right here," he said to himself, his eyes falling on the little cabin, which was surrounded by walls and had no doors.

There is darkness made up of four thick walls, like a bottomless black hole. Gazing at the wall, you can't overlook the fragrance of flowers on the edge of the house, and look back at the brilliant long sky called by the starlight: you can't see the smart lake and the fields that take off in the countryside, which loses the so-called life.

The long "tunnel" built by the wall, loneliness and darkness are intertwined, fear of being hurt, and self-isolation, causing you to smile like a flower in the suffering that will never return. This is the loss of so-called intercourse. A person is always in the dark and faces the thick wall of ups and downs, indulging in trapped time, but does not dare to turn over your original beauty, even if the beautiful success is gone.

From now on, we will walk and do, and remember the past. This loses the so-called subjectivity.

So, the painter tore up the painting.

Then, the white on the clip is embellished again. A glittering golden door is depicted on the screen. The painter thought:

When the door is opened, you can enjoy the blazing heat of the sun, the tenderness of the shower moonlight, look for the shadow of fallen leaves in the winter sky, look at the fluttering wild chrysanthemums in mid-autumn, stand on the thick fertile soil, and touch the soft vines; You can ask your soul in your own journey, and in your unextinguished conscience, you can untie the thousand knots, and combine your reason with your desires:; You can suddenly open up and see the sun, a more ancient and modern problem, and between turning around, the turmoil of thought blooms with brilliant brilliance in the depths.

Good! Good! Good!

The painter screamed and nodded his head. But soon, he fell silent again. Is it okay to open the door forever?

Too much ultraviolet rays, sleepless watching the sun, selfless wandering through the four seasons. In this way, you will forget yourself. Too much exposure of emotional hurt is inevitable, and too much optimism can turn into numbness.

The painter's smile froze.

The painter tore off the second picture. Finally, on the white drawing paper, with light black as the background, a large heart-shaped wall was drawn, and there was a bright door in the wall. Then write a line below:

Life is often like this, some people live a very bleak life, not that there is no spring in his life, but that the dim shadow wall makes him not pay attention to all the doors facing the spring!

In the sky, orange and red scattered. It was a bright day.

I want to know what the hell my heart is.

Gently puff the strings.

Wondering about my heart.

Isn't it still so nostalgic.

The wind continued to blow.

Blown away all those smiles that once were.

When we meet again.

My tears. Can't stop.

It's like blood dripping from my heart.

Time flies by like an arrow. Like the hands of a clock, it never stops, ticking and ticking at the fingertips, and like the rising sun, whether it is sunny, rainy, cloudy or thunder and lightning at night, it never stops.

When the first rays of dawn pierce the sky to illuminate the world, when the last meter of the evening disappears into the westernmost sky, everything is so orderly, as if it is the innate nature of this world. There are twenty-four hours in a day, but we only have about ten hours, and some people think it is a long time and it is as painful as years, while others think it is very short, as if a lightning light in the night pierced the night sky with lightning speed, and then was swallowed up by darkness.

Like a flowing year, like a dream, the past days are like a vivid dream, open your eyes and it is over, only to leave a dreamlike scene in your mind, just like the wet south of the Yangtze River after the rain, looking at the distant mountain peaks of the kind of mist, that kind of blurred beauty, this beauty with a little sadness, sighing can not go back to the past but can not forget.

In the evening when autumn is getting stronger, a person walks on a country road, on both sides of the road is piled up with a thick layer of leaves, dull yellow, its life has come to an end, it has been swaying under the breeze, it has been shining brilliant colors under the sun, and it has also been baptized by heavy rain, but all this has disappeared at the moment of falling.

In life, the heart is very important, and often what kind of heart you have will determine what kind of action and what kind of fruits you will reap. A sunny heart will inevitably act positively, and a depressed heart will inevitably act depressed, and the fruits of the two will be completely different. The heart is the guiding light that leads us forward, the heart is in, our actions are in, and finally, the harvest is also with the heart.

South Africa's "Father of the Nation" Nadson Mandela is a glorious generation of heroic fighters who fought for the power of black people all his life, and his fiery heart was devoted to fighting for the power of black people, and his actions are also relentless to fight for it. In prison, he read a lot of books, learned a lot of knowledge, united his fellow inmates, and called on the blacks in prison to stand up and fight for the rights of blacks, and everything he did in prison laid a firm foundation for his future liberation of blacks. Later, Mandela was released, and with that righteous heart that has gone through many years of vicissitudes but has not faded, he led the black people, liberated the black people, and left a legacy in the history of South Africa.

Mandela's heart was connected to the cause of the black man, and so were his actions, and the great harvest came as he wished, and as he wished, Mandela triumphed.

Actions are guided by the heart, and as the goal in mind continues to move forward, then the harvest that will eventually come will be touched.

I remember reading a newspaper report about a security guard at Tsinghua University, but he had a dream of becoming a teacher. Therefore, he often went to the classroom of Tsinghua University to "skip classes", self-study for many years, he was very diligent, just because of the heart that guided him forward, the heart is not extinguished, even if Lu Yao dies, he will not give up. With his efforts, he took this year's college entrance examination and was admitted to a normal university in a certain province.

His heart is attached to the cause of teaching, so his actions are carried out as he wishes, and the precious admission letter of the Normal University also comes with his heart.

It is true that the heart guides our actions and can often lead us to the other side of success. In ancient times, Kuang Heng chiseled the wall to steal light; Ancestors heard the chickens dance, and now Mandela has worked hard to liberate blacks all his life; "Brother Security" gets up early and is greedy for darkness to realize his college dream; Liu Chuanzhi is ambitious and ambitious to create "association"; Pan Shiyi has ambitions to build a "Vanke" ......Throughout the ages, people who have gained a lot have a heart to guide the future, and they have the persistence and perseverance that come with their hearts, and it is these that have brought them precious harvests.

Just like Chen She, who shouted "The Ambition of the Bird's Nest and the Bird", with a firm heart, he can naturally adhere to his persistence in action, and in the end, he can gain a lot.

Harvest as you like.