Love irrigates my growth. Maybe because of this, I always immerse myself in love and grow slowly.
Although my mother is very tired, but until now, I found that my mother's nagging is very useful. You listen, "you see, your grandfather is coming to live in our house. The whole family is clean and tidy. Your room is in a mess, and your grandfather doesn't want to come. After you finish your homework, you can go to bed The next day, my grandfather came. I looked around and it was really chaotic.
Well, I'll tidy up when I finish my homework. I continued to work hard, and by eleven o'clock, I finally finished my homework. But I have forgotten what my mother said before. Go straight to bed after brushing your teeth.
When I had a perfect dream, I was woken up by the local noise. I opened my eyes to see, yo, why so noisy, it's only 7:30 in the morning. I looked down gently. Ah! I found a man with his back on his back, bent down, quietly cleaning my room, always making a messy noise. composition
I intend to continue to sleep, but my mother's every move appears in my mind. I tossed and turned and still couldn't sleep. When my mother turned around, she saw me turn around. Is still a severe voice: "move around to do what, do not want to sleep up to clean up your room." In the harsh voice, I know how much love there is.
Sure enough, I fell asleep again. At 7:40, my mother gently woke me up and regained my serious look. I looked down. Wow. The desk is spotless and the books are gone. How neat! I blurted out, "thank you, mom." Who knows, mother said: "thank you, what's the use, you didn't pick it up, if it wasn't for my grandfather to come today, I didn't want to pick it up." composition
When I come back from school in the afternoon, I want to get those two novels back. If they are missing, I will lose a lot of money. At this time, my mother came back, she asked me if I had done my homework, and I said, "Mom, where are my two books?" "Which two?" "Borrowed from the library." "In that cupboard." With that, she immediately put down her schoolbag and began to turn it over. After a long time, I finally found it.
I watched as my mother's wrinkled hands handed me the book. I just found out, why does mother age so fast? Wrinkles had crept up to his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot. All this, because of me, I let mother so worried, this is the result of course. Also at this moment, I clearly see the mother's black hair straight down, mother's anxious eyes turned into sweet spring, patting my heart.
My heart, ebb and flow, cannot be calm. I find that love flows in my heart. What is the feeling of beating heart? Have you ever felt that way?
I had this feeling. A book, a piece of music, a cup of coffee, or a smile, a word of encouragement, bit by bit, is the feeling of heart beating.
I remember the first time I felt her words was in S. H。 E's everlasting longing for each other is overcome by feeling of sorrow and sadness. I immediately got lost in the heart.
So, later, I didn't hesitate to give up my travel plan with my friends. I searched the Internet and looked through the books, and finally I found her name --- Li Qingzhao. composition
Her fresh and sad style of CI has always made my heart beat. The song that made me know her for the first time, slow voice, is the representative of writing sorrow. 'looking for the cold and pure, miserable. "What a sad word this time! 'no matter how I memorize it, it's still my favorite.
But I'm not satisfied. I got to know her a prune again. "Flowers drift, water flows, a kind of Acacia, two leisure sorrow. This situation has no plan to eliminate worry, only under the brow, but on the heart. 'it's a sad feeling I can't give up. composition
Qingzhao's Ci style also made me begin to imagine her delicate appearance. Maybe it's not necessary to be humble, but it's also necessary to be dignified; maybe it's not necessary to be shy, but it's also necessary to be a kind and beautiful woman.
So, in the days accompanied by Qingzhao's words, I am no longer lonely. I also learn to grow up and use words to vent my unhappiness. Melancholy, is not necessarily to vent on people, a white page, but also a satisfactory audience. But, never forget, or that feeling, the feeling of heartbeat. The feeling of heart pounding 'send goose feather from thousands of miles, the gift is light, the affection is heavy. '
The night before my birthday
'it's another birthday, a person's birthday. 'I cried furiously as I lay in bed.
Birthday is coming
At dawn, I went to the living room alone. The living room is empty. No one (mom and dad go to work, younger brother and sister go to school) has the same calendar as the day before. After dinner, I sit in front of the computer and surf the Internet as usual. Just open QQ, a small window will jump out - is a friend sent me a blessing. My heart was beating suddenly. No one ever sent a blessing on my birthday (because my birthday was the day before the end of the semester). I opened the mail in a hurry. It was a greeting card. Although it's just a greeting card, to me, it's not just a greeting card, but the certification of our friendship. My eyes began to wet up, bean tears on the back of my hand, so warm! I carefully put it in the folder, so that it can be preserved forever.
Postscript: cherish the birthday wishes; cherish the pure friendship; cherish the feeling of heart beating. Secret grade 2: when will the heartstrings of youth be touched? Inadvertently, heart, Yang all over the body. oh Her words! Her encouragement! She plays! It's the most beautiful memory in my youth! That time, I met her in the coffee shop, the aunt who played the piano. She's not beautiful, but she fascinates me. With long black and beautiful hair, small eyes, thick and curly eyelashes, a few spots on the cheek that are not easy to find, and straight and slender legs, the whole person exudes noble temperament. All of a sudden, she found me, waved to me, let me pass, I excitedly ran to her side. She asked me with a smile: can you play the piano? I was a little shy and said: I have studied before and got to CET-6, but I gave up because of my study. Aunt some pity asked me: that is still learning it? I nodded and said: when I was young, I didn't know how much I love piano, but now I know! My aunt gently encouraged me and asked me what I wanted to hear her play. My excited answer: Adilina by the water and the wedding in my dream! Aunt a face surprised, but immediately play I listen. Beautiful melody, beating notes, her slender fingers dancing on the keyboard, slowly, gradually, I am intoxicated, follow her into the world of music. After a song, I remember it. She talked with me a lot, every sentence touched my heart. She said that when she was a child, she loved piano very much. In order to ensure her parents that she would learn piano well, she got her present level. I admire her. I admire her. She encouraged me: you are very similar to me when I was a child. come on. You can do it! Finally, she reminded me. Don't delay your study just to play the piano. At that time, a warm current surged into my heart. She was just like my sister. She gave me warmth, comfort and encouragement. She is my most beautiful memory. A song, stirs the heartstrings, rippling all over the body. In my dream, I saw a rainbow after the rain That scene touched my heart. All the time, I tried to find a proper word to set up my father's image, but I just couldn't, because in my impression, my father never knew how to express love----
When I was lonely, my mother accompanied me; when I was frustrated and sad, my mother comforted me; when I was sick and hospitalized, my mother took care of me; when I made mistakes occasionally, my mother taught me... Occasionally, when I met my father's rare concern, I symbolically asked about my study, but I was not as enthusiastic and careful as my mother, I don't remember how it was a dark night when the sky suddenly began to rain. After self-study in the evening, the rain didn't mean to stop at all. I waited for my mother with hope and anxiety, and the time passed by, just when I was in despair, My father handed me an umbrella, held me, let me put on my rubber shoes, and then bent down to lift my shoes. In a flash, a feeling of palpitation invaded my heart. How many such nights, how many such weather, it was my mother who met me, and today... Mom? Oh, your mother is not at home today. I can't rest assured that it's raining so hard, so I'm surprised. At the same time, there is a kind of joy and a kind of moving. The rain is still dense, and the night is quiet. Gratitude arises spontaneously. I understand that time conceals my father's love for me, and his love is always reflected in this kind of careless gesture, The image of my father began to grow up in my heart. Perhaps it was his plain and simple love that made me feel a kind of heart pounding feeling towards him. I hope this feeling will accompany me all my life. Listen to the sound of flowers blooming, and the afterglow of the sunset sprinkles on the leaves with golden light. The leaves in the bleak autumn wind did not appear to decline, but become more and more brilliant. But the leaves can't escape the baptism of the wind and fall down from the branches silently.
His smile, like the first sunshine on the earth when the horizon rises, makes me feel warm. His smile, like a long time not to rain; let me see the hope again. His smile, let me feel the heart beating feeling.
Please don't look at me with that kind of warm eyes, because I'm afraid to let you see the palpitation in my heart. However, you are not as silent as I am. So, we all choose the beautiful mistake.
Our feelings don't change with the passing of time. You are still used to using your smile to encourage, comfort me and care for me silently. Only feel a kind of sweet happiness! composition
Maybe it's the trick of fate that you and I are separated. When I leave you, I only have one. The content of this page is from "read. 4" hw.com.CN ”For you to push the desolate heart. If I can, how I want to freeze the warm sunshine, so that the lonely heart is not desolate. If I can, how I want to freeze the bright moonlight, so that the empty heart is not in the dark. I have also gently back, but it will only make me more heartache, perhaps this is the fruit of puppy love.
Gradually understand in tears, let go is the only relief. Finally, I decided to pierce your warm heart with my cold hand & hellip; & hellip; my tears won't let you see. Can you understand the fact that silent crying is more painful than vocal crying. composition
When the vicissitudes of the sunset slowly sink, my heart also fell into the abyss. Looking up at the slowly dark sky, a black sparse stars. The wind has confused my hair and my thoughts. I seem to hear the sound of flowers blooming on the other side of the river in the distance: flowers blooming on the other side of the river, sad after sad