Childhood is colorful, everyone's childhood has a childhood, but the childhood is not the same, a variety of Metaphors: sad childhood, happy childhood and unforgettable childhood & hellip& hellip; I have many childhood, but I remember I had a sad childhood.
It was a Tuesday night when I took a bath. I found that I had a lot of chickenpox. The next day, my mother took me to the hospital for examination. The doctor said: 'I'll have a two-day suspension and a two-day buttock injection. First I'll have a buttock injection, and then I'll have a suspension.' My mother called my head teacher, teacher he, and asked for money and leave.
The first day I was scared, but I didn't cry. My mother has been encouraging me that the injection doesn't hurt at all. This is really one of my sad days.
The next day, I still came to have an injection, but I was braver than yesterday, and I was still a little afraid. But I always thought that I would be fine after the three bottles, and I could go to school and play with my classmates. My mother praised me and said, "how brave!" I feel very happy.
This is my sad two days, but I understand a truth is to love their own body, to cherish life. Sad me, happy smile, I have always been an ordinary girl. I don't like to cry, so I don't vent when I want to cry. I like to laugh. I laugh when I'm happy and I laugh when I'm sad. No one will say, "don't laugh if you don't want to.". Because no one will really understand me, no one will understand my inner thoughts. I always thought I was a happy girl. But what I can't deny is the bitter smile I evoke in the dark. I always pretend to be happy when I'm not happy, and I pretend to be willing when I'm not willing... In a word, pretend to be happy. I know, some words don't say, others may not understand for a lifetime, but I still can't say, even if you are close to me, it will still be the same. Yes, no one understands me, because I will not show my true face in front of them; Yes, no one understands me, because I will not accommodate them; Yes, no one understands me, because I don't want them to understand me.
I also want to have a very good friend, and I also want to have an object to talk about. But I really can't because she's gone. It is undeniable that I am a nostalgic person who will not easily accept others after an injury. I am a lonely person, but I like to be happy. I don't want anyone to understand me anymore because I don't want to get hurt again.
Like to think of the past in the dark, think of lonely things, think of those 'friends'. In fact, I know what other people think and who are not good to me, but I'm not used to exposing them. After all, I've never accepted them.
'if I could forget everything before, would I be less defensive and more happy? But maybe I still don't want to be hurt and have a distance from people. " I think.
In his life, he was doomed to be sad. Pieces of grass covered with yellow Ranunculus, ditches in full bloom of iris, green veins and purple stamens dotted the small town in the sun. A person, walking alone on the ridge, with his fingers to touch the trace left by the breeze, the hazy smoke ring reflects his tired face.
Van Gogh, born in 1853 in the beautiful grove of zendet. When the warm starlight reflects the clouds, a baby's cry tears the sacred silence of the night. His father was a young pastor in a small town, and his mother liked to keep some plants in the yard. This has sown a sacred pride to Van Gogh's heart, which is the seed of his desire for life. All his life, he stumbled. Flowers bloom and fall, everything has already changed.
His life, like his self portrait, is as calm and dull as a rock, as if illness came to another person. In 1890, his old illness recurred and he stumbled to the golden wheat field. Van Gogh will look deep into the beautiful world, the golden ears of wheat, the purple iris, the blue sky that can shed tears. He pointed the gun at himself, and his blood was as red as his paint.
His life is doomed to sorrow. But his life never stops, he just daubed it on the canvas one by one. He said: 'I'm sane, I'm the Holy Spirit.' on the 19th century tombstone full of ivy, he engraved his lofty and persistent life. If time is old, what will the world be like? Children's play of the secular true and false mixed! When the fake is regarded as true, the real is also fake! I've been thinking, is it a story of negative ups and downs? So what is positive?
Why do you have to live in such an awkward situation!
In the soul of the moth, rushing to the fire is yearning for warmth, and being swallowed by the fire is mutual affection. The content of this page is pushed by "read. 4hw. Com. CN". It's just a moment of life and death! Why frown and frown, why worry, why think sad, why reveal hidden and!
A touch of light sunset is still close to the sky, unwilling to fall, rendering the whole house red through the ridge, the ancient lamp burning silently, without smiling to anyone. A moth, like a new life, wings and feathers have not been mixed with too much dust about the earth, like to see the sun, see the light of fire! The flame is like a proud king, like the stars holding the moon, like the desire to burn, even if the wind is strong, it will not blow out. Moths, like frozen ice, just rose from the cold Valley, ran away without hesitation when they met the warmth of the sun& lsquo; PA & rsquo;! What about the moth just now? I look at the candle, there is still black dust!
You are willing to rush to the fire. Why does the wind not stop you? Why do you only turn into dust! Who can you blame? You have your own pursuit, and you once longed for eternity! Now? You are dead to the earth. May you live in peace.
The moth loves the flame deeply. It must not have thought that it would be burned by the one it loves! The flames are too bright, too many people pay attention to them. You are the common grave of millions of affectionate moths. In your fiery grave, there are moths who love you. You may not know their names! Even if one day, you are old and the oil is burnt out, you will only be a plate of hard wax on the wax torch. At that time, you will have to take off your clothes, deliver your pride and have no choice but to quit. At that time, no more moths will rush to you. You are just the soul of many moths, and you will be your own grave!
Moths to the fire a tiny sound, burning how beautiful, frankly so-called strong, and finally hurt others to kill themselves.
----Conclusion
In the end, the moth will be born again, the candle will be lit again, and the tragedy will reappear again, just like a dream! Once upon a time, there was a boy named Peter whose life experience was very tragic. When he was 14, his father died of illness. So Peter was often bullied by other companions. He didn't have any friends to play with him. He often looked at the sky and said, 'Oh, my fate is really miserable! When can we live happily like other children? "
Peter said, heard by the God in the sky, he felt that he should have a happy time. So God came to the world and quietly closed Peter's negative emotions such as pain, worry, pain and grievance.
The next day, Peter didn't cry and laugh any more. He laughed and laughed all day. When his friends laughed at him, he didn't get angry. Instead, he looked at his friends and laughed and played with us. Later, the partners felt very guilty about laughing at Peter every day. Finally, he became everyone's friend and was no longer ridiculed by everyone.
A few years later, one of Peter's friends, Mike's father, died during the construction. Everyone was very sad. Peter is also very sad, but because he is blocked by God's negative emotions, he doesn't know how sad he is. At the funeral, Peter had a smile on his face. When Mike saw it, he was very unhappy, so he asked, "Peter, what are you laughing at?" Peter answered, "I don't know." Peter really didn't know why he was laughing. He just wanted to laugh. From the beginning to the end of the funeral, Peter was always smiling, just like a stone lotus. But it's all in Mike's eyes.
After the funeral, Peter and his partner organize to grow cabbage. Among them, Peter's cabbage is the worst among them because he is ill. Mike is a little disdainful, but he can't stand Peter's smiling face every day. He is jealous and wants to dig up his vegetables. But Mike was afraid of being found out, so he didn't dig Peter's food.
At noon the next day, my friends got up and watered their cabbages. They found that all their cabbages had been dug up, but Peter's cabbages were intact. So everyone suspected Peter did it. They asked, "did you do it?" Peter said: 'no.' Then why only your cabbage hasn't been destroyed? " I don't know "cut, you must be jealous that our cabbages are better than you, so you dig our cabbages out!" Peter didn't know what to say. He was very aggrieved, but his negative emotion was blocked and he only looked at everyone with a smile. When everyone saw his smiley face, it was not easy to punish him, so they went back and ignored Peter.
The afterglow of the sunset shines on the shallow footprints beside the excavated cabbage, which seems to be similar to the size of Mike's feet.
Late at night, Peter was both distressed and sad, but his feelings were blocked, which made him feel uncomfortable. When God knew this, he quietly released Peter's emotion. All the grievances and pain that Peter suffered that night appeared in his heart. Peter was not crying as God imagined, but happy to get this new emotion. This emotion makes Peter very uncomfortable, but he is serious to experience this emotion, he is very painful, and happy.
In the morning of the third day, Peter's negative emotions came back, and he no longer felt indifferent to other people's dissatisfaction with him. So he picked up all the cabbages that had been dug up by his friends, and their cabbages even grew better than Peter's own. At this time, the partners who had alienated Peter were reconciled because of Peter's repentant attitude.
Later, when his partner had a better attitude towards Peter, he began to think about why Peter wanted to dig our cabbages? Thinking back to Peter that day, he was ill. Peter went to see the doctor in the afternoon and took a rest at home. How could he spare no time to dig everyone's cabbages? At this time, the partner wondered, who did it? They thought that Mike was the last to come back, so they asked what Mike did that night? Mike couldn't make up a story in a hurry, just like his friends confessed. Peter didn't blame Mike much when he knew about it. Mike was also very grateful to Peter. After that, they became a pair of good friends. My sadness 350 words I have a good friend who has been playing since childhood. She is my cousin. Our relationship has been very good, until she came to our school, the monitor liked her very much, and always robbed her when I needed her most, our monitor