Essay material about cocoon breaking, cocoon breaking

When I walked into the champion building with a bright face, I found that no matter how hot the summer sun was, it couldn't prevent the coming of the next winter, I seemed to suddenly return to the Cambrian, out of my body, and then numbly spit out a silk stained with tears, blood, and sweat, silently cocooned, and listened to the teacher say "This is a college entrance examination question, practice hard"; wandering erratically between one physical volume after another; Carrying on the other side of the ocean that will never belong to the Chinese; With tears in his eyes, he revised the test paper after being judged. In the face of mistakes, I no longer argue with the same position, but repeat the machine to make myself no longer make mistakes; Faced with the ranking of the whole department again and again, I no longer made a fuss, but learned the calm language to hide my inner panic and hope for the score. Every now and then, tell yourself that you are accumulating, gentleman accumulating, and then this voice buries my time with my soul.

Some people were exhausted and collapsed in half of their cocooned corpses, and became martyrs; Those who stay behind become heroes.

One round, two rounds, three rounds, the review gradually came to an end, whether it was flaws that did not hide Yu, or Yu did not hide flaws, each hero made a cocoon for himself. We can't see the future and the past, and we are waiting for our phoenix nirvana in the dark, waiting for the coming of early summer.

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains, I gradually feel the approach of that moment, from the overall grasp of March, to the size of May; From the cherry blossoms in March to the hibiscus in May, and then there was a loud bang, and the cocoon shell cracked I don't know if I am a butterfly or a butterfly is me? All I could hear was the rustle of the tip of the pen across the white paper, the sound of sweat dripping down my cheeks, and the crisp sound of the cocoon cracking. In an instant, I became a brilliant butterfly, and the passing senior year of high school became an empty shell, a blank memory.

flew for a long time, and finally turned back, it turned out that this was the third year of high school, the busy figure, the flashing smile, the silent chrysalis, the gorgeous butterfly, and what is more worth recalling is the hard cocoon or the cocoon that broke with all his might......

It was butterflies, and I loved the way they fluttered. In the twilight, it seems to melt into the purple of the sky, I guess, it is happy, but the price of this happiness is the long wait. Meditate, look up, flowers fly, butterflies dance.

It is the waiting in the cocoon, and the burst after breaking the cocoon to create the glory of life.

The difficulty of understanding life seems to grow inexorably with the years, but you know that life is a process of constantly forming cocoons and breaking cocoons.

Stroking the Bodhi leaf, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh. of the year. Prince Siddha wanted to seek the truth in his heart, and in order to realize the true meaning of life, he practiced for six years, six years of cocooning and self-restraint, and six years of continuous exploration, and finally broke out of the cocoon and achieved positive results.

The cocoon and the cocoon are not so much a process, but rather the scattered lines of poetry, although they rhyme and interlock with other lines of poetry, but they cannot find the blank spaces and chapters in between. Therefore, the cocoon can only be felt by oneself to know the subtlety.

Turning the page of history, countless migrants are vying to cocoon themselves, just to make their own perception of life go further, whether it is "Dream of Red Mansions", "Three Kingdoms", "Historical Records" or others, each of them is undoubtedly not a wonderful flower in the history of literature. However, today, how many people are still willing to reflect on themselves and sublimate themselves in that thick cocoon? The bustling city and superior environment make people completely forget their original intentions.

Mr. Mu Xin said: The life I have seen is not completed, and it has been done. Life is a hundred years, and it is over with a flick of a finger.

Do we all just want to be a passerby, and we don't want to know more about the world and make more memorials.

In the state of etiquette and music, although there are no longer a few people who express their heartfelt feelings with qin songs, you and I know, such as "Plum Blossom Three Alleys", "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", and "Guangling San", how many times have they heard it, in addition to Mr. Guan Pinghu's "Jieshi Tunes Youlan" and can go around the beam on the same day? Today, the people do not want to mention it more.

It is not difficult to form a cocoon, but if you have an enterprising heart, you can, but if you want to break the cocoon, you may need to suffer its mind, work its muscles and bones, and starve its body and skin. People in the world, knowing the joy of peace and ease, are not willing to ask for hardships, cocoons, and cocoons, after all, it is a hurdle in life.

It's just, it's just, looking at the butterflies, looking at the afterglow, remembering Sakyamuni, thinking of Mr. Qinxi, listening to the ancient Sanskrit sound. Finally, I think that waiting in the cocoon, the burst after breaking the cocoon will eventually create a miracle of life for us, looking up at the universe, looking down on the prosperity of the category, I only hope that people will forget about comfort and pleasure, cocoon reflection, and the day of breaking the cocoon is the time of self-sublimation.

Life always breaks the cocoon and breaks the cocoon, longs to turn into a butterfly, simply turns into a butterfly, and wants to be physically strong and mentally satisfied. The end of the butterfly's life is an illusory sign. The butterfly is trapped in a dead cocoon, with dog-colored eyes full of horses, eyes full of jewels, and eternal life is all seacorn.

The soul of the butterfly is cold, and the walking dead are empty to enjoy, and the enjoyment is exhausted, but the body is cocooned in darkness and chaos and shrinks, and there is no ability to create. The silk is confused, the light penetrates, and the brilliance is brilliant and confused.

At that time, I broke out of my cocoon and became a butterfly.

Excellence was an edict sent by Kuaima, so Li Bai shouted: "How can my generation be a Penghao person." "I went to Chang'an, which was drunk and gold-obsessed.

Ordinary is a night of autumn rain under the eaves, so Du Fu sighed silently: "The thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind." "Pick up the quilt and look for a piece of ground that can't get rain.

Ordinary is a jar of wine sealed for a long time in the corner of the wall, quietly witnessing the growth of spider webs.

King Qin swept Liuhe, Han Wu Qu Xiongnu, Taizong built a prosperous era, and Ming Cheng expanded Yuanze. Their deeds have witnessed their greatness, which is deeply rooted in the history books and will not be extinguished for thousands of years.

Dong Cunrui sacrificed his body, Qiu Shaoyun was stoic, Li Suli was dedicated, and Luo Shengjiao was brave. Their deeds demonstrate their qualities, which are firmly remembered in people's hearts and passed down through generations.

Everyone hopes to become famous overnight and be on the music, sports, and literary worlds.

It's just a dream.

We walk the same path every day, walk the same time and do the same thing.

The reality is that we are still ordinary.

Ordinary is not mediocre, mediocre people only dream, ordinary is different.

Ordinary people will accumulate energy and wait for that moment, the moment when they break out of their cocoon and become a butterfly.

Therefore, I saw that the poems of Du Gongbu were repeatedly chanted by later generations of literati. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Luoyang paper was expensive, and Du Fu's excellence was no less than Li Bai's.

So I saw that the jar of old wine in the corner of the wall was found, and the strong aroma of the wine immediately poured out all the people, and the excellence of the old wine even surpassed that of flowers.

I don't have a lot of parents, I don't have a prominent family background, I don't have high-level acquaintances, I'm very ordinary.

But as long as I have dreams, aspirations, perseverance, and determination, I will excel.

Every life is like climbing a mountain. I don't have a cable car, I don't have ***, I don't even have a decent pair of sneakers, and the top of the mountain is so high and the trail is so steep.

But the important thing is that I've been walking. Ordinary life has no end, like an infinitely extended road, but when you walk bravely, you will find that there is another world ahead.

At that time, I broke out of my cocoon and became a butterfly.