I still have a deep scar on my eyes, which still fresh in my memory. It makes me dare not climb high. If you want to listen to me, please come slowly!
I remember when I was eight years old, I especially liked watching the sci-fi film "Ultraman". I danced at home all day long and made neighbors quarrel with each other and complained to my house every day. The threshold was about to be broken. Once, I called my friends downstairs to play in the park. As the park wanted to collect money, I firmly climbed over the wall, and it was very smooth. We played here and there in the park and prepared to go home. I volunteered to jump down first. I thought that my tiger brother would pick me up with a big chair. As a result, I jumped down hard and hit my forehead on the corner of the chair, My mother didn't allow me to run to the hospital, but I didn't want to go home with my mother's blood. The mother yelled at the back: 'my son must come back for dinner. "I came to the yard. Our yard is full of stones and sand. Why don't we have a war game this time? Before we finish our words, our friends have already begun to throw stones. I grab a large number of stones and throw them at my friends. I don't know why I can't hit my little friends every time. I throw you when you hit me. I don't know who scattered a handful of sand at the most lively time I can't open my eyes when I'm strong. They throw two sides and three times at me. I give an order to attack me. I cover my eyes and say, suddenly the stones are thrown at the enemy like Earth hail. They are smarter than us. They send some people to catch fire with our people, and send some people around behind me. They swing 'grenades' indiscriminately and hit me' PA, PA, PA '. I am picked up In the continuous attack, they also said that they did not hit other places, but hit me at the bandage. They probably knew that this was my Achilles' heel! The second time I was made a long mouth, I cried and ran back & hellip; & hellip;
After I went home and bandaged, I didn't dare to go out, but I still liked Altman. Poetry about snow: snow buries the scar of memory
Flying snow
This hot spring of Yidou
A floating leaf
It's like the end of you and me
This hot spring of Yidou
A warm past
Snowflakes are like fireworks in bloom
The sky and the earth float wantonly
Indulge in a moment
Why is it that only the wind blows my hair
Tear the scar of my memory
Let the past evaporate slowly like fog
Let me know what can't let go
Why do my tears keep flowing
All right and wrong collapse in an instant
A blue sky
Flying snow
This hot spring of Yidou
It's my lonely missing
A floating leaf
It's like the end of you and me
This hot spring of Yidou
A warm past
Your hand once held my shoulder
Love me forever
Snowflakes are like fireworks in bloom
The sky and the earth float wantonly
Indulge in a moment
Why is it that only the wind blows my hair
Tear the scar of my memory
Let the past evaporate slowly like fog
Let me know what can't let go
Why do my tears keep flowing
All right and wrong collapse in an instant
You took away the warm spring and summer of my life
Even the old fruit is only hanging in the dream
The original search is my own difficult concern
This hot spring of Yidou is a punishment given by heaven
I can't guess your answer
Is the oath in the ice and snow true?
Why is nothing left at the moment?
Now it's just the wind blowing my hair
Snow buries the scar of memory
The past is like a mist that slowly evaporates
Pain to numbness may be able to put down
Let my tears go on and on
The ice and snow like dew
That moment of falling flowers as if in the "Scar" composition 650 words in my mind there are many 'small notes', each note is a story. It's a beautiful, confused and hurt memory. But now I think it's ridiculous. I'd like to share my past with you!
I really felt my mother's love that time!
I remember that when I was five years old, I just moved to my new home for more than a year. Because I was too young and ignorant, my mother was in a bad mood and I didn't know why I was depressed. However, I used scissors to cut paper on the side and made a mess of the tea table. After my mother found out, she began to nag and remind me again and again: "the scissors are sharp and sharp. I blame your father for buying such a insecure scissors.". I didn't care, and the more I played, the more I put in. I didn't pay any attention to my mother's abnormal expression and mood. I still went my own way and didn't care. My mother finally faced up to my disdain and got angry. She grabbed the scissors and grabbed my right arm. She pointed at my right arm and said a lot of words. I really don't care, and I don't know where mom said. I only know one of them is' you know? This scissors is very good. It will bleed a lot. So the excited mother said to me: 'dangerous sharp weapons, children's best not to use! 'I'm still playing with scissors. After the angry mother was furious, holding scissors but accidentally cut my right arm, immediately a long wound blood DC, but I did not cry. Mother's anger suddenly stopped, the mood appears very anxious, and then asked Dad what to do. The father said unhurriedly: "the child is you hurt, hurry up, yes, is fast to take her to the nearby community hospital to bandage the wound, another shot of tetanus! '。
Flustered mother took me straight to the hospital, still did not forget her nagging on the road, worried eyebrows, sad and angry scolded me, quietly stayed aside to see the doctor to treat my wound and injection. It's over in 10 minutes, and it's not early to get home. My parents put me in the bathtub, took a quick bath with my scratched arm, and let me go to bed quickly.
So far, I often think of this matter, only to realize that my parents love me, especially in the aspect of safety education, which embodies their selfless love. They are so great. And I am the continuation of their love and life. I want to say more: "Mom and Dad, I love you, thank you! 'I can't forget it, because the scar makes me feel that my parents love me. Scar, countless times of touching composition 350 words, the most important thing in the world is to make a mistake. If you make a mistake, it will be a mark that can never be eliminated in the heart scar.
Everyone can see the scar, but do you know what the scar looks like? It can't be seen or touched, but it is often more painful than the damage on the body. The scar in the heart is a wound that can never be healed. Once it grows in your heart, you will be tortured. It is said that time is the best medicine for healing wounds. But the most sad and helpless is that people who do not understand you will touch the wound countless times, making it bleed countless times, so that it can not even form scars.
The clouds in the air tell me that there is a medicine called forgetting, but my realm tells me that it is impossible; the fish in the water tells me that there is a medicine called blockade, but my confidence tells me 'don't waste time'; the insects on the ground tell me that there is a medicine called optimism, but my conscience tells me that 'you can't do it'.
Every touch of the scar will make me suffer, but there is no escape, because that is what I should bear, this is the result of not considering the consequences before making mistakes. But I won't hate the people who touch him, because his touch has made me very impressed with the scar, which will be a wake-up call to avoid mistakes in the future.
With the scar, I have the right direction. Before I do things in the future, I will think about everything and will not let the second scar live in.
The scar, countless touches. The scars are still dripping with bright red snow. In the early winter, a touch of intoxicating fragrance permeates the mind. Old memories blow the wind and frost of that year, wandering alone in this lonely night, feeling this unique cold. --Inscription
The sky and the sea love each other, but their hands can't hold each other, love can't continue, the sky cries, the sea's eyes are wet. So she said: there is a boundary that can never be crossed!
Sometimes the distance maintains a beauty, the sea can look at the broad mind of the sky and the handsome sunshine; the sky can also see the tenderness of the sea water and the frolic of the spray on the rocks. However, how can we taste the pain of being unable to love, and feel the sadness covered with dark clouds and the worry of the roaring waves.
The sea said to the sky: Buddha said: 500 times back suddenly, just in exchange for this life's shoulder, cherish it!
The sky cried,
Tears fall on the sea,
It turned into snow,
Even if punished, the sky sends its soul to the sea,
From then on, Haibi sky blue!!
Listen to the wind, listen to the rain, watch the snow, bloom and fall,
Snow, condensing the most perfect verve in heaven, with the purest and truest wish in heaven, gently and gracefully dedicates itself to a unique beauty of the blue sky and the earth. Kissing the face of the earth's vicissitudes, touching the trees after the spring flowers and autumn fruits. On the roof, between the corrugations have her light footmark
Such a night will inevitably make people some heartbreak, such a night, always easy to let people sigh the emotional road of ups and downs, loneliness, melancholy.
The snow is scattered, the wind is light, and the melancholy feeling of missing can no longer be described by words. I can only grasp the emotion, tenderness as the pen, heart as paper, emotion as ink, and use words to talk about people who have missed for a long time, and let the disordered thoughts flow through the pen tip. The scar is easy to be flat, the heart is hard to be flat. Suddenly, I think of the most difficult thing in my life. I feel relieved, but I still want to cry.
Suddenly I saw the big scar on my leg, and I was afraid. Think of that summer night again, that terrible summer night, that summer night that I don't want to think of most. On that summer night when I was young, I got hurt. I'll never forget that in the backyard of that little restaurant where I was so sick, I was knocked down by a big, fat dog. I will never forget that I was helpless. I'm really scared, listening to the dog's low roar, I cry very fierce. Vaguely, I saw a chef in a white coat staying in a room and watching me fall to the ground by a dog. He just watched. I'm so afraid. I'm really helpless.
Mom and dad are here at last. All I know is that I was picked up by my father, got on the motorcycle and drove quickly to a small clinic nearby. Put me gently on the bed. I saw a man come over with a needle. I was afraid. My father stroked my head and said, "good, not afraid." I don't know who put his hand on my mouth, which made me bite when I hurt. I didn't bite, although the needle made my heart ache, I didn't bite either. I didn't want to pass on my pain to others.
Back, dad put me on the rocking chair in front of the hotel. My heart is very calm, I don't want to do anything, stupidly. Maybe after so much pain, I have no energy to think about it.
Now, there is a big ugly scar on my leg. I never look at it, nor dare I look at it. As long as I look at it, I will remember that the dog fell on me that day, and the low roar made me shiver. I can't help but think of the chef in white coat staying in a room and watching me being knocked down by the dog