Write an essay on the topic of Cleansing the Mind . How should I write the beginning?

In the quiet afternoon, after washing the clothes, the clothes are completely new... No, I'm making it up too bloody.,Ignore me.。。

A baptism of the heart.

The process of life is full of difficulties and ups and downs, giving up, and fear that may occupy our hearts at any time and turn into dust to swallow that land.

After the storm of difficulty, we have become stronger, and a new belief has been added to our hearts, a new feeling to think, they have brought a drizzle to the land in our hearts, down, down, because of you, the seedlings will thrive, I long, look forward to it.

The wind is dashing, the rain is gentle, the wind has no complaints, the rain has no regrets, just for the growth of a seedling.

Cherry, a mentally handicapped rural mother, her silly but full of primitive and hazy maternal love, her love is selfless, this most primitive and simple love is the most undisguised. After watching the whole movie, I deeply feel that maternal love is also the most essential thing that a woman reveals, so maternal love is great!

Let us learn to cherish this true and pure family affection, let us learn to be kind to our mothers, and also to our relatives ......

Victor Hugo said: "The widest in the world is the ocean, wider than the ocean is the sky, and wider than the sky is the human heart." ”

In the journey of life, we may encounter a lot of unimaginable difficulties, maybe we will want to give up, but giving up can only mean that our life is no longer perfect, maybe we get very little after paying, but we have worked hard, so it is enough.

Pure heaven, pure earth, and our pure hearts!

Cleanse the mind.

Rain is a magical liquid that can water plants, wash the world, and cleanse people's minds.

Looking out the window, the sky was overcast, and the thick clouds gave people a feeling of oppression. The silent sigh was left behind! I'm used to it. Why do I feel relieved that I am often left behind because I have not completed my unqualified homework?

It's still raining, how dare someone like me with a bad memory bring an umbrella. Looking at the pouring rain, he gritted his teeth and rushed out. The gentle rain slid down my cheeks and into my clothes, making me shiver. The campus is incrediblely quiet. Walk slowly out of the campus.

As soon as I got out into the street, a speeding car passed me. The speeding wheels brought out dirty water and splashed it on me. Raising his head indifferently, the car was gone.

I can only smile wryly at the mud-splattered clothes. What else can I say?

It's a crossroads, and it's one step closer to home. Looking at the surging crowd, my heart was full of emotion, and everyone put themselves in cars, under umbrellas, and in raincoats. They don't want to be exposed to the rain, they feel that it is dirty and ugly, and it will ruin everyone's good mood.

But what they don't know is that in the eyes of the rain, their hearts are ugly and dirty, and they have long been defiled by the world. Rain wants to help them wash their hearts, and wants to wash away intrigue and lust for them. It wants to touch everyone's heart with its clean body, but people don't know it.

The pouring rain, the dark clouds, and the cold wind blew on the face and into the heart. In this short journey, it was as if I had walked for a century. I'm still walking alone, washing myself by the rain and enjoying my world.

The rain washes the world and people's hearts.

In our lives, we will inevitably encounter things that suffer losses or even hurt, do we choose to be stubborn or tolerant in the face of these things? For the sake of our spiritual health, the wisest thing to do in the face of these troubles is to choose tolerance. Tolerance not only encompasses understanding and forgiveness, but also makes people strong.

A person who does not tolerate others is often in a state of psychological tension, which leads to nerve excitation, vasoconstriction, and increased blood pressure, so that the psychology and physiology enter a vicious cycle. This reminds me of a little story I once saw:

On Friday morning, Glen's gift shop opened early. Gran sat quietly behind the counter, admiring the variety of gifts and flowers in the gift shop.

Suddenly, the door of the gift shop was pushed open, and a young man walked in. His face was gloomy, and his eyes scanned the gifts and flowers in the gift shop, finally fixing his gaze on a delicate crystal turtle. "Sir, would you like to buy this gift?

Gran asked kindly. However, the young man's eyes are still very cold. "How much is this gift?

The young man asked. "50 yuan. "Glendau.

After the young man heard what Gran had said, he reached out and took out 50 yuan and threw it on the window. Gran was surprised that she hadn't met such a bold, generous buyer since the gift shop opened. "Sir, to whom would you like to give this gift?

Gran asked tentatively. "To my bride, we are getting married tomorrow. The young man's face was still cold.

Sir, this gift must be wrapped well to bring a bigger surprise to your bride. But there is no box here today, can you please come back tomorrow to pick it up? I'll be sure to use this evening to make you a new, beautiful gift box......"Thank you!

The young man turned and walked away.

The next morning, the young man arrived early at the gift shop and took away the delicate gift box that Gran had made for him.

The young man hurried to the wedding hall - the groom was not him, but another young man! The young man hurried to the bride and held the delicate gift box to the bride with both hands. Then, he turned around and quickly ran back to his home, anxiously waiting for the bride's anger and blame.

As he waited, tears flowed down his cheeks, and he regretted that he shouldn't have done it. In the evening, the bride who had just finished the wedding called him: "Thank you, thank you for giving me such a good gift, thank you for finally understanding everything and forgiving me......."The bride said happily and gratefully.

The young man was so puzzled that he didn't say anything, and hung up. But he seemed to understand something again, and quickly ran to Gran's gift shop. Pushing open the door, he was surprised to find that the delicate crystal turtle was still lying quietly in the silver window of the gift shop!

Everything was already understood, and the young man quietly looked at Gran in front of him. Gran sat quietly behind the counter, smiling softly at the young man. The young man's cold face was finally transformed into a kind of gratitude and respect in this instant:

Thank you, thank you, for allowing me to find myself again. ”