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Reminiscing about the past that was faint in the wind. Time can erase life and youth, but it can't wash away the things in my heart, and occasionally reminiscing about the past of those chats and laughs, what a different kind of feeling.

When I was in elementary school, I used to go for a walk with my father in the nearby old town on weekends, and between the fields and paths, the morning dew mixed with the fragrance of rice floated around me, and the golden threads from the rising morning sun poured straight into the fields. When you enter the mountains and forests, the cicadas and birds are singing in your ears, and the most comfortable thing is to let the sunlight dye your eyes golden through the gaps between the branches and leaves. Crossing the murmuring stream, the cold mountain spring caresses the soles of your feet, cool through the heart, sometimes, a naughty mountain bird on the tall banyan tree, at you throw a wink, don't know how to pay attention, that is the most cordial greeting, to the top of the mountain, now is a world you pass by, taste the world, how pleasant.

Now that I recall these things, I can taste what kind of artistic conception it is.

Every evening, my father would sit at the rectangular mahogany table by the door of the house, which meant what was going to happen next. "Son, come here, let's learn English together. A flat tone, a phrase that I am accustomed to, and now, that scene will vaguely appear in front of my eyes.

But at that time, I couldn't figure out my father's good intentions. It wasn't until now, when I was in my first year of junior high school in another city, that I realized how hard it was to have that kind of time. Recalling the low call of father's love in the past, what welled up in my heart was a piece of regret and longing.

The Yellow River is gone, and the white clouds are empty", and the dead will not reappear. The most precious thing at the moment is "thinking far and grassy, and repaying Sanchunhui"!I temporarily sealed the past in my heart, lived each day down-to-earth, and left the vacated space for the things to be done in the present, so that when I reunited with my father during the holidays, the corners of my father's eyes would be more gratifying.

Just let those things in the past sweetly spur me on!

There was once such a survey: Who is the happiest in the world? Out of the tens of thousands of answers, four are the most exciting:

an artist who whistles and admires his freshly finished work; mothers bathing their babies; Children who are building castles in the sand; After several hours of exhaustion, he finally saved a patient's doctor.

Happiness is so subtle. It is so great, yet so small; It's so easy to get and sometimes it seems out of reach. If God has partially divided the people of the world into good and evil, rich and poor, beautiful and ugly, and clumsy, then he has given happiness to every living being without partiality or stinginess.

The rich have a lot of money for their families

The poor are happy and happy, but the poor firmly believe in their life creed of "the rich have more money and the poor have more friends", which is not out of helpless self-comfort, but a heartfelt understanding of life. The wise know best: pretending to be happiness is more painful than real pain.

Curiosity is a kind of nature, a kind of nature, and a spark of true feelings.

At the beginning of life, everyone has a strong curiosity, because the world is unknown, it is strange, and everything is so new. But as people grow older, they are disturbed by the mundane world, their hearts are tumbling and their thoughts are chaotic. In the pursuit of fame and fortune, he gradually lost his initial curiosity, gradually became accustomed to a mechanical life, and his inner world became empty and old.

In fact, curiosity is not the preserve of children. As long as we are passionate about life and full of desire, we will gain and have fun from it.

Gazing at the flowers, watching the petals slowly unfold, is moving. Every time it opens, it shows a triumphant smile. When it is fully opened, the tender petals are almost bursting, but they seem to be proudly proclaiming surging beauty.

With curiosity about the blossoming of flowers, admiring a painting that has been endowed with magic is smiling gently, and the heart becomes gentle and affectionate, and the exhausted heart is nourished.

Looking at the meteor from afar, Mercedes-Benz is the shadow of the meteor, the bright is the gorgeous costume of the meteor, and the burning is the character of the meteor. Meteors, passing away in a hurry, without hesitation, life is short and brilliant, adding a poignant scenery to the universe. There is no attachment, no hesitation, no sadness, he completely sacrifices himself in exchange for a brilliant moment, and performs the swan song of youth.

With curiosity about meteors, I was amazed by that dazzling moment, thinking about the value of life, and my empty heart was enriched.

Greet the dawn and see the purest and freshest light of the day, which is the most inspiring moment of life, the most inspiring and the most inspiring, and the most youthful and elusive moment. Like a crystal ball with divine power, it awakens our first impression of life, awakens the sleeping cells in the body, makes us see things in the distance, and sees clearly what is about to be forgotten. With curiosity about the dawn, we have the opportunity to complete a look at life, to take a serious look at ourselves, and to gain a more delicate feeling for the individual.

Welcoming the dawn is a ritual of being illuminated and bathed, which gives life a new index, a new perception, a new revelation, a new discovery......

Being curious, being close to nature, and feeling life is a unique spiritual experience, a new emotional journey, which can free people from complicated affairs, break through the barriers of the world, and obtain spiritual cleansing. Curiosity does not make the heart grow old with the passage of time, but preserves the original emotions in the archives of the changing seasons.

Let's be curious and grow together!

"Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. ”

This is a good sentence written by the ancient poet Wang Wei, which skillfully describes the tenacious vitality of grass. As the saying goes, if the grass is not rooted, it will eventually come back to life. What is it that drives it to fight against nature so tenaciously, and what is it that helps it create so much greenery?

The answer may lie in nature! It turns out that grass has the same living habits as ordinary crops, and it needs mineral nutrients suitable for itself to grow better. However, you can't always see someone fertilizing the meadow, so what are its nutrients and how does it absorb them?

The answer to the question is in the grass itself. Generally, people use grass stems as their nourishment. In winter, what we have to do is burn the grass stalks to ashes.

The nutrients that were originally hidden in the grass were retained in the ashes. In this way, the nutrients that were originally obtained in the soil are returned to the soil, and after these works, the soil is again fertilized. When the grass sprouts in the following spring, when it pokes its head again, it uses the nutrients of its own family in the soil to thrive.

In this way, it is easy to help this group of greening messengers allocate good materials without effort or cost, like killing two birds with one stone, killing two birds with one stone. What's even more gratifying is that these grasses will be better than the next generation, and on the basis of laying a good foundation, the green is better than the blue. It's a bit of a higher level.

The new green in the eyes is quite layered, and it makes the eyes start to jump. But let a fire replace the new green. It is the one that can make the grass thrive, but will it kill the grass?

In fact, it is unnecessary to worry, and when the lawn is burned, only the grass stalks that have been burned away by the fire disappear. The roots of the grass – it still resides in the inner layer of the soil forever and is not affected by it. When spring comes, the grass can still thrive.

The ancients said, "Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate." That's what it means.

When burning a lawn, it also has a protective effect on plants. When winter comes, pests and bacteria lurk in the grass to "hibernate", and the fire burns not only the grass stems, but also the pests that cling to the surface of the grass. This reduces the frequency of spring pests harming plant crops.

This is not only good for the growth of the grass itself, but also good for other plants. As the saying goes, "a lot of grass can't grow crops", it was certified from another objective point of view.

As for the weeds in the field, the vitality is also amazingly strong. This cause and effect is inseparable from its roots, and it is not only multifaceted, but also deeply rooted in the soil. So whether it's in a dry place or on a potholed gravel road, it can use photosynthesis to produce the nutrients it needs.

In addition, the weed's poor breathing performance and relatively low energy consumption have become a must-have in its rough life.

I didn't expect that a grass the size of a wool thread contained so many secrets, and the formal sparrow was small and full of organs.

That's exactly the answer to all questions.

It exists deep in my mind, in my heart, in my singing.

The original alley is about to be built into a cement road, and when I hear this news, I have an indescribable taste in my heart, astringent. My mind drifted back to when I was eight years old, when we were still young and the sun was warm with you.

I walked hand in hand with you, and my two little hands never let go. You're my best friend--- Qing, you're the person who, like your name, is full of sunny days.

We met in that alley, that alley was very quiet and quiet, once, I was bullied by others and hid in the alley and cried, crying very much, it was you who kept comforting me, gave me a big hug to stop me and let me stop crying, I vaguely remember that you have a faint smell of soap, it smells good. You said your name is Qing, and you are willing to be my good friend.

In this way, we became good friends, and the quiet alley witnessed our friendship.

That quiet alley was so lively that we left a lot of fun in it.

Let's play games together, eat lollipops together, we just lazily lean together, the sun shines down, warm, sprinkled on our bodies.

It's really fun to be with Qing, and it's sunny everywhere Qing goes, so I can hug your back all the time.

Qing, we are friends for life. "Yes, yes! "The hook has not changed for a hundred years! ”

Hehe, then there was a hearty laugh in the alley, and at this moment the alley was no longer the quiet alley it used to be.

Inevitable separation.

That day, the sun was very big and warm, and you suddenly said to me that you were leaving, and I cried, crying so much that I couldn't stop the tears, "Don't cry, learn to be strong, even if I can't laugh with you, you have to be happy, the sun is big and warm enough, there is nothing to be afraid of." Let's go down the alley" So, let's go down that alley again, one last time. ( Inspirational World )

And just like that, we parted, and the lively alley saw our separation.

The alley returned to its original quiet.

A month later, the cement road was built, and I don't know why, I always feel that the newly built cement road reveals an inexplicable sense of sadness. The original alley doesn't exist anymore, but it doesn't matter, your name has already sprouted in my heart, and it won't be absent.

Yes, time has taken away you and the original me, but you have long existed in my deep mind, time, I will not let him take you away.