From the four words "self survival", I think: life belongs to us only once. We should cherish life and learn to live. I once met such a thing
I remember one Thursday afternoon, after school, I went home happily. When I went to the neighborhood committee, I saw that the road was being built in front of me, so I took a detour and walked home from another path.
Walking, suddenly heard a voice: 'little brother, you are after school? 'I looked up and a strange middle-aged man appeared in front of me. 'well, school is over. 'I replied casually. 'I'm your father's colleague. Don't you know me? 'the stranger said to me with a smile. I looked up at him, remembering the colleagues of my father who I met, 'here are some delicious sweets for you. 'then he took my hand and gave me some sugar. I was thinking, I haven't seen this person before. Does he recognize the wrong person or & hellip; & hellip;. I had an idea and asked: 'do you drive a truck, too? Where did my father drive today? "Yes! yes! Your father drove out and asked me to pick you up. Then the stranger peeled a piece of sugar and tried to put it in my mouth.
'it's a bad guy. My dad doesn't drive at all. 'I feel nervous all of a sudden. What should I do? I have seen many cases of bad people cheating children on TV, newspapers and magazines. I met them today. What should I do? There must be something wrong with the sugar in his hand. I must not eat it. 'I don't eat sugar. Didn't my father tell you that? 'I said in a hurry,' Oh, I forgot. 'the stranger reluctantly put the sugar in the bag, 'I'll take you to see your father. 'he said, taking my hand. I walk slowly, but my brain is running at a high speed. My parents have taught me many ways to save and protect myself, and there are many articles on this in magazines. By the way, I have a way. 'every time I go to my father's place, I will help him buy things. When we go to a small shop to buy good things, we go to my father's place. 'I said to the stranger with a smile,' well, hurry up. Your father is waiting for you. 'looking at his self righteous appearance, I can't help laughing secretly: you've been cheated. The stranger took me by the hand and came to the store. At this time, I pointed to the man coming from a distance and said: 'dad, how did you come back. 'the stranger's face on one side suddenly became nervous, and suddenly let go of my hand. I said to the stranger: 'dad is back, let's go! "No, no, I have to go first. 'he said in a panic, then ran back and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
This tells me a truth: don't eat the food of strangers. When you meet the bad guys, you should keep calm and use your wisdom to deal with the bad guys, so as to achieve the purpose of self-protection_ My piggy bank is a cute bear. Its color is pink, has two big ears, face has two faces, one is happy, and the other is angry.
Today, it's a good harvest day. I poured out the money I had saved from the piggy bank. One, two, three, I counted it. It's 32 yuan and 70 cents in total. Ah! Enough for me to buy a doll. The piggy bank showed its angry side, as if to say: 'you should save money and spend it where it is useful'.
Once, the teacher said: 'Ya'an had an earthquake, so please give your friends to help the children there'. It's like when Ya'an went home to help others save money, he said, "I'm happy to save money in a jar.".
Nowadays, the piggy bank is not brand new, but it is the best in my eyes. It has taught me how to be a man and given me confidence.
I really like my bear piggy bank. I learned to survive_ 350 words of survival, seemingly two ordinary words, but contains countless profound philosophy: on the vast grassland, the galloping Aries get rid of the chase of gray wolves; in the Arctic Ocean, the swimming fish get rid of the attack of seagulls; in reality, we should also learn to survive.
Open the box of memory, open the chapter of the past, that experience emerged in front of my eyes. That day, I went out to play, accidentally fell to the ground, knee just hit the stone, my tears will not listen to the command to fall. After a while, I dried my tears and limped back home. I took off my shoes and socks and looked at them. I was startled. The injury was not optimistic. 'well, what can I do? Mom and dad are not at home. by the way! Band aid! 'I said to myself. I bear the pain, in the medicine box to find band aids, and then go to the toilet to hold a little water gently sprinkled on the wound, and then take a towel to bite teeth to dry, and then stick the band aids. After a while, I was gradually able to walk.
When my mother came home, she saw the wound on my knee and asked in surprise: 'how did you hurt your knee? How's the wound? What did you do with it? 'I'm proud to tell my mother everything. Mom gave me a thumbs up.
If we can't survive, it's like the fish in the deep sea can't swim without dorsal fin; it's like the eagle in the blue sky can't fly with broken wings. Therefore, we must learn to survive in order to be based on this society. We all exist like a glimmer of light_ 1500 words different time, different memory. Condensation of unclear fragments, glimmering shore by shore.
We all travel through our own world, crossing the eternal dimension of time through thinking. In this big space, there are countless small us, but in contrast, we have a variety of moods. It seems that we are all living for the next second, maybe different.
Every bit of hope and tiny belief constitute the indispensable glimmer in our life. The tiny invisible light is flowing for a long time in our short life. It goes through our childhood, the youth and the growing period. But it also slows down in our old age, giving us enough time to think about the best times, even though they are gone. Until the end, it goes with our shallow soul and no longer bears the weight of our own body.
We cross the vast sea of people, just to meet specific people, they smile through your life more or less time, also take away a little light. In the place where the original tiny light exists, it leaves a mark of different depths. We must rely on ourselves to walk, just like the newborn antelope. Only when we learn to stand alone can we have the chance to survive. No matter at the moment you are walking alone
In the quiet wilderness, or in the busy and noisy city, whether it's sunny morning or dark night, you have to stick to it. Rely on the little glimmer, to strive to realize those unrealized dreams, to fight against those substances you are afraid of, to cross the mountains that hinder you, to meet the vast sea of stars and melt into the little stars. Although we are small organisms like dust, we still have enough light to illuminate the whole silent world.
It's just like in early summer, when you just ended a failed relationship, you lean powerlessly on the park bench, recall the happy time, and let the time flow back bit by bit through thinking. But it's no longer useful and can't go back. You don't know if he's ok now, if he's sad without you, or if he doesn't even have the courage to celebrate his birthday & hellip; & hellip; you may think so, tears will flow down again, or you may be sad, or you may be helpless, or even a little desperate, and you don't know how to continue your life in the future. Although it's sunny now, I still feel the cold to the bone. And at this time, a big teddy bear doll, stuffed you with a balloon, its fixed smile seems to give you hope, to arouse your inner light. You plunge into its arms and feel the sunshine of the puppet. This is the glimmer of hope that you have, to take you down and into the sunshine.
On a quiet night, walking on the cold and desolate street, you subconsciously broadcast a number to share your sadness or unhappiness with a specific person through radio waves, but soon your heart becomes warm again, because you believe that he or she is the right person, and you care and depend on each other. Just as he takes you on a bicycle to roam in the fields full of sunflowers, the sunshine in this picture is the most beautiful picture in your eyes, leading to some warm and sweet breath. All the time, life is full of tiny happiness, these will gather together, eventually become those subtle and warm light, will bring you out from the valley of despair, is still into the sun.
At this moment, you may be in a small window, gazing at the boundless universe, imagining the small stars converging into the sand sea of the universe, each emitting different wavelengths of light, but may be blocked by the light and dust all over the sky, unconsciously falling into tears; you may stand in front of the huge French window, the vacuum double glass will separate all the noise, staring at the gray urban forest, deep in thought; you may be in love Sitting in the car, merging into the light flow of night, what you see in your eyes are neon lights of different colors, mixed with the warm light of street lights, such as the pupil of ink, but you are absent for a long time & hellip; & hellip; however, there are always some people who can break into your world and accumulate the little glimmer of your heart into a lake with big or small ripples.
It seems that we are like water drops, together with other billions of water drops, forming a running river, and then flowing into the vast sea. Evaporation, with the atmospheric circulation running, until the encounter of relatively warm and humid air, and then fall on every corner of the world. Either continue to rush the mission; or precipitate in the deepest part of the ocean, quietly supporting the flow of the upper water; or unfortunately fall on the north and south poles, in extremely low temperature, frozen, solidified, but did not give up, follow the glacier slowly moving to a warm place, melting, evaporation, into a new cycle & hellip; & hellip; And in the small body of water droplets, the light refracted from the depth also makes them transparent and pure.
When the rainy season comes in midsummer, the thick clouds stretching up nearly 1000 meters seem to hold down our thin soul, making us feel depressed and unhappy. The light gray clouds block the sunlight. The extremely low oxygen content in the air seems to suffocate people in the next second. The unpleasant feeling of the coming of darkness is like a small dawn in your heart. It is also swallowed, torn up, and finally produces a faint despair. However, when hundreds of millions of tons of water hit the ground, everything was washed and clear in the rain formed by the warm and humid air brought by the monsoon. And when the sun reappeared at that moment, your inner light of the delicate once again Yuedong up, continue to take you down.
In this world, we do grow old. Death seems to be something we must accept all the time,