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The shell of life.
Beauty is all around us", the pursuit of beautiful goals, the most realistic is to start from the things around us.
On the seashore, there was a little boy who was collecting shells. Every time he picked one, he didn't think it was the best-looking, so he threw it away. When dusk came, the other children had picked up a basket full of beautiful shells, but he frowned, and the basket was empty.
In life, there are many people who are like the little boy who pursues what he thinks is the best, but in the end he gets nothing. People are often obsessed with chasing and seeking, busy with work, but fail to appreciate the good scenery along the way.
Turgenev said: "The most beautiful thing in life is to pick up flowers scattered on the side of the road while walking, then the life will be beautiful and fragrant." "Some people often set too high goals for themselves, and although they try their best, they will not get anything.
Maybe he didn't know that what he chose was unattainable wishful thinking. Let's just say that the father is day by day. When I told my son this story, he asked wittily
He's so stupid, doesn't he know how hot the sun's surface temperature is? My son's words made me think deeply. Even though Kuafu is a strong man who pursues light, he did make a common-sense mistake, that is, he gave up the light around him.
The beauty of reality is eternal, while the beauty of speculation is often just fantasy. There are always people who blindly go through a period of young years before they suddenly realize that the most beautiful thing they originally pursued is just a romantic dream.
Remember, every day of life, every footprint, is worth remembering. Don't easily lose what you have gained, in the journey of life, as long as it is a shell worth cherishing, even if it is small and small, put it in the pocket of life, because "every shell has its value".
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A gloom floated in the eyes.
Cover up the dreams that I once had.
A drizzle of rain comes into view.
Maybe it's back to the pain I had before.
The sky frowned.
A whimper is also heroic.
With a sad heart.
Hide in the corner of the wall.
Hold back your tears and listen to the sound of the rain crying.
Let the rain fall on your shoulders.
Ren tears across his face.
I just don't want to put my heart on it.
Place on the tip of the knife.
I thought that this would be a way to get rid of the pain of the past day.
Yes, yes. Re-chanting the elegy of the soul.
Chase tomorrow's dreams.
I don't want to miss it.
But you let me.
became depraved.
Listen to the cry of the rain. Remembering the sound of the rain.
Hopefully, the rain will bring back memories of the past.
Listen to the rain.
The compassion of the rain.
Longing for rain. Help me get out of the reality of the situation.
Rain cried very sadly.
Fell too much affection.
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All day, the rain fell quietly, stopped and stopped, and the raindrops hit the window, and the tears flowed down one by one, scratching the scenery outside the window.
When you open the window, you will be greeted by a thick smell of earth. The nearby flower beds suddenly became much brighter: the emerald green canna leaves were polished and shiny, and the crape myrtle trees were swaying in the wind, and the petals of yesterday had all shaken off, and there was a purple jasmine sleeping with it.
The stagnant water on the side of the road has become a new playground for children. Some of them scooped water with bottles and cans, some deliberately cut the bottles in half and sailed them as small boats, while those who were naughty put their feet directly into the water beach and stomped on the water splashes, which immediately caused the dissatisfaction of their companions, and the sounds of frolicking and shouting ......It suddenly became a sea of joy. Accidentally drove by a car, which frightened these little guys, and accidentally provoked a few girls in skirts on the side of the road, a while of complaining, and then a burst of laughter, it is better to go home with this little skirt of yellow clay flowers!
Before you know it, the sky is dark, and the nearby restaurant is lit up with colorful lights, and the neon patterns are constantly changing in the hazy water vapor. But I still didn't turn on the light, just leaned against the window, alone to enjoy the touch of the lonely, gentle rainy night.
The next morning, the sky unexpectedly cleared, and a few beams of sunlight skimmed into the bedside, perhaps to filter the rain last night, which was exceptionally refreshing. In the autumn for a few days, but I didn't know it, but without warning, a rain affected the beating of the mercury column in the morning and evening, which really made me feel the change of seasons.
On the low holly on the side of the road, there are remnants of the brief memory of the raindrops last night, reflecting the harsh loneliness of early autumn. The originally tough chamomile was also washed away by the autumn rain overnight, and it was a little difficult to raise its head. The yellowish grass is closer to the earth, afraid of the passing of the next minute.
The gray magpie that stopped at the branch of the acacia chirped heartlessly, like a string of sneers, laughing at the urgency of time.
Close your eyes and look for a deep breath that has not been seen for a long time; I opened my eyes in disappointment, this city does not have the fragrance of osmanthus I want. If you are in your hometown, the rich fragrance of osmanthus has already urged all kinds of moon cakes to be put on the shelves. Here, how many sensational advertisements for moon cakes are just empty slogans, and they can't exchange for a trace of reunion warmth.
Think of the days that passed between your fingers, and never cared; Those reunions that have been obtained naturally since childhood have never been cherished. It wasn't until one day, like now, huddled alone in a corner of a strange city, tasting the heat and coldness of the world, that I began to understand ......
Turning back inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the rising sun, with a touch of powder. A smile crossed his face, silently praying for his family and praying for himself.
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Happy wings — clear rain.
Childhood is a mystery, chaotic and inquisitive;
The boy is a painting, colorful and innocent;
Teenager is a poem, romantic and chic, enthusiastic and cheerful.
In the flowery years, there are still people who are sad, or hesitant or shouting that life is boring.
Happiness is the spirit of dreams, and we need to be able to appreciate its true cry with our hearts.
Life is short, and beauty and happiness are fleeting, but as long as we taste it with our hearts, beauty and happiness are everywhere. A smile when you are lost, a blessing when you are lonely, and a comfort when you are sad will give people a happy shock.
Feel life, not for anything else, just to live in a beautiful life.
Feel happy, not for anything else, just to live in vain.
There will be many stories in people's lives, whether sad, melancholy, or happy. If we are unfortunate enough to fall (put away your cowardly tears!) No one will pity you), we have to laugh too, and you may ask, why laugh?
How can you laugh? Because pain and tears make our lives more eternal, not to mention that life is not only faced with setbacks, but also in frustration.
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Live for hope.
Some people ask: How can people live life to the fullest? I say, "Living for hope makes one's life fulfilling."
Hope is abstract, you can't see it, you can't touch it.
Hope is concrete, and your expectation of success in something you are engaged in is hope.
For example, when you put a cover letter in your mailbox with a postage stamp, you will live in anticipation for the rest of your life.
I look forward to the day when a letter will be sent from that faraway place to tell you the news that the masterpiece is about to be published.
Sample journals (newspapers), manuscript fees, and manuscript letters flew in like snowflakes.
This is hope, real hope.
For example, when you enter the graduating class, you will live in anticipation for a period of time.
Looking forward to the day when you get a good score in the college entrance examination and enter the university with an admission letter from a major university.
This is hope, real hope.
If you have been living in such hope, your spiritual life must be fulfilling.
If you have been living in such hope, your attitude towards life must be positive.
If you have been living in such hopes, your career prospects must be bright.
If all you get after submitting your manuscript is a stone in the sea, or a rejection letter; If you fail in the college entrance examination; If disaster worsens when you fall, what do you do?
I said, don't lose hope. Because this hope is lost, you can still look for another hope.
As long as the flame of hope in your heart is not extinguished, one day you will taste the sweet fruit of hope.
What happens if there is no hope?
He will be like a headless fly, hitting a wall everywhere.
He will be like a blindfolded horse, only wandering around the mill.
He will be like a flower in the wind, and it will die before it is fully opened.
Before Xianglin's sister-in-law died, she met people and said, "I'm so stupid......That's because there's no hope in her life.
Grandma Xia Si was shocked when she heard the crow cry in the cemetery, also because there was no hope in her life.
Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi one "hung himself on the southeast branch", and the other "went to Qingchi", but also because they had no hope in their lives.
Hope is everywhere.
Sometimes, a look, a word, or an action from someone else will also make you see where the hope lies.
Sometimes, the birth of a new life, the opening of a flower, and the burst of vitality in nature will also make you feel where hope lies.
In that case, let's grasp the hope!
Living for hope is the true meaning of life, a source of optimism, and a guarantee of fulfillment.
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A dear friend.
It's not easy to make a few friends who never say thank you! Between friends, perhaps saying "thank you" is a breeze, even as simple as blurting it out. However, it is a rare state to be able to do it without saying thank you.
True friends do not say a word 'thanks' in their lives, and the emotions and friendship between them will not be inferior in the slightest because of the lack of the word 'thanks', but on the contrary, they are more precious. Don't say thank you, this friendship contains a strong family affection; Without saying thank you, this friendship seems more simple and natural. When we lose a lot of unnecessary politeness, what is presented in front of each other is a natural and pure friendship, no disguise, no falsehood, some are just the closeness and communication of the heart; Not to say thank you is not to be indifferent to the heart, but to transform expression and reciprocation into another form, that is, to abandon empty promises, to treasure true friendship in the depths of the heart, to internalize it into a kind of strength, and to build a real edifice of friendship.
Think about ourselves, among all our friends, how many friends can never say thank you for the rest of their lives? The sea of people is vast, and the world is vicissitudes. When we are faced with more and more so-called realities, how difficult it is to find a friend who does not say thank you.
If you have even one friend who doesn't need to say thank you, please cherish it. You must know that this friendship cannot be bought by money, it cannot be changed by time, and that sincere friendship is the fusion of hearts and hearts, and it is the wealth that belongs to your life. When you've given something, you don't have to expect your friends to say thank you.
A thousand times, ten thousand times of thanks, maybe not as good as a look of understanding! I have at least 5 friends who don't need to say thank you, so I am grateful to God and will cherish this hard-won affection!
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