Kneel and beg junior high school students to write the footsteps of the heart

Footsteps of the heart.

When the first rays of sunlight creep into your room, do you smell it? When the spring breeze gently blows on your face, do you feel its tenderness? Do you hear the delicate and beautiful flowers that bloom quietly beside you?

In this magical and wonderful world, only by letting our hearts fly can we leave a string of lingering footsteps.

On weekend mornings, when I opened my sleepy eyes and stretched lazily, the bright sunlight was like an elf delicately passing through the pale green glass and through the purple curtain, giving me a warm hug, and my mood was suddenly lit up. Hum a little song, dress up in the sunshine, make a cup of tea, sit in the sunshine of a room, lean on the small red coffee table, watch the water vapor rising in the cup, occasionally turn a few pages of beautiful text, and then get up to watch the small flowers that are blooming in the windowsill basin, take a deep breath, the fragrance of the tea, the fragrance of the flowers was greedily taken in by me, between the hearts and minds, there was a trace of warm taste rippling in the meantime, only to wake up, that is the taste of the sun.

When the cold winter sneaks away, the lovely spring breeze comes to us with light steps. The spring breeze blows through the grass, the grass is green, the trees are green, the flowers are caressed, the flowers are smiling, and the spring breeze is busy with colorful dye barrels, which can't help but make people come alive. Walking leisurely, the spring breeze caresses the ends of my hair, caresses my eyebrows, caresses my face, and feels the tenderness of this spring breeze with my heart, which is really comfortable, and I have a strong attachment.

Walking in a hurry, hurrying to work, suddenly by the unknown flower of the tree is deeply attracted, the gorgeous red in the sunshine bathed in the look extraordinarily charming, thin as the wings of the petals into a delicate trumpet, from the deepest part of the flower poking out a few tender yellow stamens, what makes me even more pleased is that the astragalus bush and standing five with a red gold velvet hat-like stamens, like a number of delicate yellow maids surrounded by five graceful and luxurious, graceful fairies! This flower is blooming so gorgeously, so warm, it seems that I remember the wonderful ** in my ears in a trance, oh, it must be the sound of flowers blooming! Think of the sound of the flowers blooming, maybe it once pierced the night sky in the quiet night, maybe it once woke up the red sun in the cool morning, maybe it once called to my soul in my ears.

So, I stopped and listened attentively to the sound of the blossom.

Tasting the warm taste of the sun, feeling the gentle caress of the spring breeze, and listening to the sound of flowers blooming, my soul left a string of faint aftertaste footsteps.

The childish childhood has passed by us, we are gradually growing up, gradually maturing With the pace of growth, there are countless troubles They are witnesses of growth, but also a test of growth

We all had a wonderful childhood, but when we met him again, he only appeared in front of us in a form of the past The years passed day by day, so that we were accustomed to this rhythm without opinion, following the pattern of no regularity

I've grown up, I've really grown up, and in the darkness and silence after the lights go out every night, I seem to hear the bones "click" and stretch one by one, and I can't help but miss the days of elementary school

Elementary school, so beautiful, and my good friends in crotch pants, holding hands, laughing loudly

I remember when I was young, you love to talk and I love to laugh Once I sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was in the treetops and the birds were chirping, and I fell asleep unconsciously

In the first semester of junior high school, I often sighed and looked back on these past events, and the sadness in my heart was all written on my face At that time, I would only live in the past, not look forward, and live a life of living a day by day

It was at that time that I fell in love with Sister Xue Man's writings, looking at the girls in her pen, kind and simple, they were all hurt, but the wounds made them stronger

Her "relying on a memory that only I remember, I have grown up and grown up to be brave enough to face all the ups and downs in the world" completely moved me and brought me back to life

So, I started to be myself again, I kept my head in a 35-degree posture in class, I stopped dwelling on the past, I started to have a new beginning, I started to have ideals, I had goals, because I knew that although I wanted to fight the storm like a petrel, I wanted to be proud like a goshawk, but I had to learn to walk and have the ability to do so.

Provide a stool sock idea:

At the beginning, you can write that you look back on your growth path and see a series of winding footprints, witnessing the footsteps of your heart.

Then the three-part pose. There are many angles of material selection, such as overcoming difficulties or something. At the end of each paragraph, you can add "This step is full of xx, but the footsteps of the heart lead me to yy".

At the end, summarize and sublimate, "May the footsteps of the soul always accompany me, guide me, and imprint the most beautiful footprints on the road of growth".

On the road of life, the spiritual footprints are deep.

The journey of life is long, and the road of life is long. Looking back on the road of life, every indelible deep spiritual footprint records your ups and downs, every unforgettable footprint is engraved with your deep memory, and every indelible spiritual footsteps are engraved with my various emotional ......

My joy and happiness are brisk footprints, and my sorrow and pain are messy footprints; My hatred and grief are heavy footprints. It is precisely because of such a string of different footprints that my life path is worth savoring, and my life path can be remembered forever. This step is full of hard work, but the footsteps of my heart guide me to happiness!

The footprints of the soul are truths - Marie Curie left the footprints of the "radium" soul because of her dedication to science and dedication; Newton left the footprints of the mind of "the apple on the ground" because of his "meditative thoughts" and daring to imagine; Edison was not afraid of setbacks and failures and left the footprints of the "electric light" ......This step is full of dangers, but the footsteps of my heart have guided me to success!

Because of the footprints of the soul, we can experience the greatness of our predecessors and the efforts of today's people; Because of the footprints of the soul, we can feel the ups and downs of the past and the bitterness of the present; Because of the footprints of the soul, we can think of the glorious years of the past and the happy life of today.

For us, the road to growth is also full of spiritual footprints. We don't want every footprint to be sweet and joyful, but we want to have no regrets about every footprint; We don't want every footprint to leave happiness and smiles, but we want to be worthy of every footprint; We don't want every footprint to be beautiful and happy, but we want to have no regrets about every footprint ......

May the footsteps of the soul always be by my side, guide me, and leave the most footprints on the road of growth!

The soul refers to a person's soul, and the nobility of a person's soul is related to the beauty and ugliness of the person's soul, and some people's souls are bleeding; And some people, the soul is exuding fragrance. When every mind walks by, it leaves footsteps.

I remember that day by heart, and I still don't forget it. On my way to go shopping with my classmates, I saw a blind old man, he was sitting at the intersection begging from passers-by, I saw that he was pitiful, so I gave him 2 yuan, and when he heard the money fall into the jar, he said, "Thank you, little girl."

I was amazed and asked, "How do you know I'm a girl?" He said:

I hear you, thank you. "No thanks." I smiled and left.

After a while, I saw a few big brothers walking swaying, wearing fashionable clothes and hairstyles. said to the old man: "Hey, old man, I see that you are pitiful, I will give you a few more money today."

I saw him gently pick up the old man's jar, grab a handful of money, and throw it into the jar, making a loud noise. The old man said "thank you" a few times in a row, and after saying that, they picked up the jar and left, I pulled my classmates and ran forward, listening to what they said, only to hear a man say: "Is the money enough in the Internet café tonight?"

Enough is enough" "This old man is quite likable, so many people donate money to him" "Haha......”

I don't know if it's the righteous heart that is doing it, or what, after listening to these words, I really want to go up and walk them, but my altitude is far from them, I can only use my mouth, I reluctantly returned to the intersection, and saw the old man still sitting there, the old man heard me come back, and said, "Child, have you caught it?" I asked in surprise

Grandpa, can you see it? "No, but I can hear them, they take my money in this way every day, and I don't go up to chase it, because I can't see the way, and because I want them to be condemned by their conscience one day. The old man said it was time for him to go.

Then his figure disappeared into the setting sun.

Wake up, O ruthless man, for by doing so you are ruining yourself and harming others. Let your soul become beautiful, let your soul become noble, and let the footprints left by your soul ooze fragrance!

In my memory, there was a person who opened the door of my heart, cultivated a sunny land, and planted young seeds there, irrigated with tenderness, fertilized with love, and cared for my immature emotions. She's my grandmother.

When I was still in kindergarten, my parents couldn't be by my side all the time because of work, and my grandmother became my dearest person. She picked me up and dropped me off at school, taught me to write and draw. Every time after school, she would "study" with me on the balcony full of sunlight.

Once, she taught me how to write kanji, and she said to me with a kind smile, "Today we are going to learn how to write kanji, and we will start with numbers." Hungry for knowledge, I immediately danced with my hands.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and her thin eyebrows revealed indescribable love. I imitated my grandmother's handwriting, writing stroke by stroke. "You write these three words awesomely!

After listening to my grandmother's compliment, I got carried away with joy and laughed along with the beat of my grandmother's smile.

I looked at the three numbers carefully, seemed to find something, pursed my lips and smiled slightly. Sensing my inner thoughts, my grandmother asked me suspiciously, "What good things have you found again?"

I pretended to be calm, picked up a pen and brushed on the paper for a while, and handed the paper to my grandmother: "Look, this is the 'four' I wrote!" Grandma squinted her eyes and lifted her reading glasses only to find out what kind of "four" this ** was, which was clearly four crooked horizontal strips.

Grandma "pounced" and leaned back with laughter. I was still proud, and said happily, "Grandma, look at me, right?"

At this moment, I seemed to hear the cheerful footsteps in her heart, and with an incomparably sincere happiness, she opened the door of my heart and entered my inner world.