There are no bad children in the world. It's just that their hearts have been locked and have not been opened for a long time.
-Inscription When the first ray of sunlight hit the top of the highest cliff, the baby eagle was born. His birth brought hope to the whole family. In order to give Kitty a happier childhood. His parents kept running and struggling outside. It's simple. It's all for the baby eagle. Like an eagle at sunrise ... descending ... ascending ... descending ... growing day by day-
Like an eagle, Hao grew from an ignorant child to a rebellious teenager. I don't know when, Hao changed from a good student recognized by both teachers and students to a bad boy who made the teacher have a headache. At school, fighting and talking back to teachers; Outside school, drinking and fighting have long been his routine. Watching an excellent boy go to ruin step by step, leaving only a series of sighs.
Because of his money, he has been addicted to the internet. In real life, apart from those friends, he can hardly find bosom friends. For real life, he is just used to running away. Only the Internet is his world. He plays a swordsman who kills people without blinking an eye; He also played a fallen wanderer; I also played the loser who rolled in the abyss. All kinds of roles were what he needed at that time. Everything about him, only he knows.
Kitty hawk, it already has hard wings, and it can soar in the sky alone. No more nagging from parents, no more obedient life. Just as the baby eagle was triumphant, the danger approached him step by step. In this way, a flower-like life flew away to a very distant place-
On a stormy night, the cold handcuffs hung on the hands that used to wave freely on the keyboard. This time he was really put in a dark hut, but he never shed a tear from beginning to end.
Hao's parents came back from abroad overnight after hearing the news. He saw it on the children's blog:
Mom and Dad:
I know you are tired. However, whenever I see other people's children with their parents, I will subconsciously avoid them. I always like to lock myself in a cabin. All the pain is solved by one person. Sometimes I am cold and really need sunshine, but no one else has the key to that door, only you, mom and dad!
A lonely man who longs for the love of his parents.
The bad boy's heart will not be closed forever. The key to the door is kept by his parents. Only by opening that door can the sun come in.
-P.S.
My stomach is upset, and I'm uncomfortable with it. I resisted it with a pillow and fought silently.
I am really hungry, but I don't have any desire for food. Grandma cooked lean porridge, put it in her mouth with a small spoon, and then secretly dumped it all. Afraid of loneliness, but also hate crowds, sensitive, lazy, fickle, neurotic. Self-knowledge. But I don't know what I want, which is contradictory to what kind of life I want.
I think. I probably finally woke up from my dream of youthful profligacy.
I woke up and found myself caught off guard. Forgive the use of idioms, I am a child who is not sensible.
Say goodbye to sadness. Empty. Facing dreams and the future, moaning and moaning, a gorgeous blow.
I feel like I'm flying again, flying happily in mid-air, flying freely, without constraints.
I saw a group of children of average size playing hopscotch, so I can't live any longer.
Robot cats, time machines, arbitrary doors, these are all fake. This is what I have always known. Nobita, Ji An and Xiao Jing, they are all alive.
This is what I have always believed.
At the end of the story, the robot cat ran out of electricity, so children all over the world woke up from that beautiful dream. So I cried. So I was forced to grow up.
The past, like smoke, is gone forever. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I entered junior high school. In this new environment, I have made many new friends and my own new circle.
Funny master, strange brother
Don't misunderstand the name "strange brother". It has nothing to do with crutches, it means turning straight. It is not said that every class should have several children, and their task is to enliven the atmosphere, but the appearance of strange brother fully confirms this view.
"121,121..." In physical education class, with the loud slogan of the Sports Commission, Brother Strange also started his funny journey. I saw my darling brother with a confident smile on his face, raised his arm and swung out 90 degrees parallel to the ground. If you don't look at the synchronous movements of your feet and hands, it is definitely more standard than the military posture. But if we watch it together, ...
On the playground, the students have long ignored the sharp eyes of the PE teacher, laughing, imitating and disciplining.
Mount Taishan Zen master
"Liu Dongyue, what are the six elements of narrative?" Teacher Yang stared at him with falcon eyes. Because of the word Dongyue in Liu Dongyue's name, his classmates call him Taishan.
"Er" Taishan one leng, exhaled a sigh of relief, and then stood up slowly, looking so carefree. "hurry up! Won't squeak. "
Taishan rolled his eyes, smiled at the front, grabbed his hair with his hand and said lazily, "Let me stroke it." Taishan ignores the teacher's eyes that can breathe fire, and ignores the classmates who are laughing in their seats. He snapped his fingers, muttered in a voice that no one could hear, and then lost in thought.
Three minutes later, Mount Tai is still as steady as Mount Tai! The teacher was completely defeated by the meditation master and was soon asked to sit down with a helpless expression on his face.
Gefei, a master dancer
In fact, Brother Pang is not very fat, but I don't know who started it and called him that, so the name spread.
On the playground, Brother Pang is dancing "enchanting" to the music of the radio exercise, because his waist with some flesh can actually twist like a water snake with the beat. Even simple lifts can be adapted into classical dances. His chubby little hand, with orchid fingers up, waved gracefully, turned around his head, and then jumped down. His feet stand in a figure of eight. When he kicks, he tries to stretch his toes and kick forward gently ... The small expression of concentration vividly treats every movement as a dance performance.
Brother Guaiguai, Brother Taishan and Brother Pang, whether funny, calm or elegant, all decorated my campus life with their unique "unparalleled magic".
This is my new circle.
The moment I saw you crying in the corner, I understood a special kind of love.
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On a gloomy day, I pull a long face, just like you and I are feeling at the moment. You are suppressing your anger, I am bearing my sadness, and we all need peace. Maybe it will be a sleepless night. I followed you nervously and slowly, for fear that some unintentional mistake would trigger the volcano you are about to move. The mottled tree shadows look so ghostly in the dark Yamashita. Suddenly, the cold wind blows, and the biting coolness easily penetrates my thin heart, bringing me back to what just happened.
Another parent-teacher conference, you attended with Chunfeng. I'll wait outside the school. Two hours later, I finally saw you anxiously, but I couldn't find my old smile. Your face is gloomy, like a dark night. I knew there would be a storm, and I vaguely saw your ferocious face with tears in my eyes, and my heart began to hurt; I thought my previous honor could save my failure in this exam, but why? Is grades really so important ... A dull heart is crying silently.
At night, it was finally silent, and the dim street lamp stretched the figure of two people.
I look at your back, thin and haggard, as if I really broke my heart for this exam. Forget it, I have no excuse. You are my mother, so let the magma produced by volcanic eruption drown my heart. I want to apologize, but you disappeared around the corner. I caught up with you immediately, and the staggered angles made me see the tears shining in your eyes. I was wrong. I fully admit my mistake. I felt ashamed at that moment. If I can, I am willing to accept a humble apology and spur my heart with your special love. That teardrop is still shining brightly, like a pearl in the dark. The light of eternal love will always polish my eyes blinded by reality.
There is a special kind of love, behind the corner. ...
Walking in Ren Tao's golden world full of sadness, autumn becomes sad, not because of the change of color, but because of the withering of trees and flowers. Looking at the yellow land, I want to return time to spring and continue to appreciate the prosperity of life.
I walked to a big tree, a dark yellow buttonwood, which looked so haggard. In autumn, a leaf at the top of the tree was dyed dark yellow. It falls like a dead butterfly and flies to the earth. At that moment, I wanted to send it back to the sky and back to the branches, but it ignored my wishes, crossed a beautiful arc all the way, fell to the ground, snuggled up to the mother tree, and seemed unwilling to give up again. I suddenly want to collect it well, and this desire becomes very strong, but I don't know why, but there is a power in my heart that prevents me from doing so.
After a winter, in spring, the leaves on the ground disappear like a river of no return, leaving only a few leaves with veins at most. They gathered under the big tree, but the branches of that big tree began to have some green, as if the green leaves had given color to the branches that were about to sprout in spring. I seem to understand. Yes, although the color of this fallen leaf has faded by time, it will not be threatened by the cold in autumn and winter, but will be doubly dedicated. It will snuggle up next to the big tree, because it will use all its strength to nourish the big tree, give its mother nutrition, let her spend this winter, and make her new branches and leaves more full and green in the coming spring! This is where beauty and strength lie!
This palm-sized leaf has enriched and enriched its life with sacrifice. In life, there are many gorgeous and rich lives like fallen leaves. Yang Xiuxia, known as the "Mother of Treasure Island", is frail and sickly, and now she is 54 years old (in bone marrow donor, she is under 55). For the immature life of a mainland child, she donated her own bone marrow and selfless dedication saved the child's life, which made her life great. Is this different from fallen leaves? There is also a beautiful heart and the glory of dedication:
I also have my own good wishes to make my life great, not with fame and fortune, but with selfless dedication to decorate my life. My wish is to be guided by these ordinary and great gold leaves and give me real wishes and courage to realize them.
This autumn is no longer dull yellow, but shining gold. This autumn is no longer a moment of regret and sadness, but a great season. In this bright golden color, I will use dedication to realize my ordinary wish, and I will use my own strength to prove that dedication is the most beautiful wish.
My uncle sent me home that day and sat in the car with full heating. It was inevitable that there would be some sense of bondage. Bored, I turn on the radio and listen to the radio. At this time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the bright moonlight and colorful lights covered the earth with a layer of gauze. In this bustling night sky city, listening to the words "It's time to listen to my mother's past stories" from the other end of the radio, I took a nap in the "warm world".
I heard one or two "stories" in the dim light-in late autumn that year, my mother heard that eating chicken could cure my headache caused by years of insomnia, so before I returned to the countryside, my mother had cultivated several fresh chickens at home. The night before I returned to the countryside, my father was afraid that the chicken would be stolen by thieves, and my illness could not be cured, so he advised my mother to kill the chicken tonight. But my mother was afraid that the chicken I ate was not fresh enough and my headache would not get better, so she advised my father to wait until I came back the next day to kill the chicken. But what my mother was worried about still happened. I went back to the country the next day and stole all the fresh chickens early in the morning. When I came back, I saw my mother crying very sadly. As soon as my mother saw me, she began to tell me about stealing chickens, while my father sat there frowning and smoking a stuffy cigarette. My opinion was very sad, so I quickly comforted my mother: "It doesn't matter, I will go back to the county to buy chicken myself. Anyway, the old headache can't be solved at once! " ""Can your own chicken be as fresh as our own? " My mother's retort left me speechless. I turned my head and looked at my father who had been sitting in a chair smoking a stuffy cigarette, hoping that he could say a word or two to help me, but my father's mouth moved slightly, but I never said a word. Just a sudden feeling of sadness and helplessness on my face. I looked back at my mother's old face again, and at that moment I seemed to suddenly understand everything my mother had done for me. Those chicken thieves stole the fresh chicken carefully cultivated by my mother, but what I can never steal is my mother's true love for me. At the end of the story, I was left with thousands of thoughts-although the chicken thief in the story stole the chicken, what they will never steal is the true love that my mother has been silently giving me!
When I got home, as soon as I opened the car door, a chill hit my heart. Suddenly, my uncle's words came from my ear: "Be safe, son!" " The cool breeze stole the time, and at the same time let the time fly away with the car full of love and warmth. What I can never take away is my uncle's infinite concern for me.
At the beginning of this prosperous common sense, looking at the neon lights, I seem to have found the direction of life.
Without this wonderful fate, I may not meet the real you, but I may just silently become an ordinary passer-by in your life, or even know you.
Last autumn, I was lucky enough to come to this school, which is known as the highest institution in the county. Just when I was glad that I was studying in this school, I began to worry-I was afraid that I could not find a good classmate with similar interests, and I was afraid that I would spend these three years of junior high school alone. Until I met you.
Like me, you all like a world called "the second dimension". Although this is only a plane, virtual two-dimensional space, you skillfully draw the second dimension in your heart. It is this dimension that brings us together.
In the new semester, the hot sun outside the house is not as hot as in summer, and the flowers and plants outside the classroom are dying from the sun and all hang down. The fans in the classroom are all on, but the hot air doesn't seem to dissipate. The whole classroom is so hot that everyone is sweating. You are the only one, unaffected by any influence, and concentrate on picking up the brush.
I turned my head and glanced at the photo album casually. Suddenly, the whole person was shocked. This album attracted me instantly. A closer look shows that there is an obvious animation style, and the shadows and folds are perfect. Seeing these paintings, I couldn't help shouting, "Wow! Painting is a big move! " You seem stunned by my cry, but then, with a sweet smile on your face, you seem to have found a bosom friend. "Well, not bad." You pass me the picture book and send me your own postcard. In this way, I met you who love animation.
The collective recruitment of the community, what I want to go to is nothing more than the animation community. Little Square is a sea of people, and the noise, footsteps, and the sound of tables and chairs moving are mixed together. I saw you in a sea of people and you saw me in a sea of people. "ah! Tea residue, come here quickly! The animation club is here! " You waved to me and shouted at me excitedly. I didn't want anything, so I rushed at you. Even in front of everyone, we both hugged each other tightly and were as excited as old friends we hadn't seen for years. A week later, you and I both joined the animation club.
Because of you, I met some friends who love the second element together this year. Because I met you, I won't be lonely anymore. This may be this wonderful fate from another dimensional world, and because of this fate, we can meet here and become an indispensable part of each other in life.
Fate, wonderful. It is fate that brings us together; It is fate that keeps our friendship unchanged for a long time.
In my opinion, Mid-Autumn Festival is the best festival, because you can enjoy the moon, get together with your family and eat delicious moon cakes. In my memory, it was a happier day.
One Mid-Autumn Festival, my parents bought all kinds of moon cakes. Just look at the colorful mooncake box and you will rush to open it. Looking forward to it, it's getting dark and people are getting together more and more. Finally, the elders agreed to open the mooncake box. I took out all kinds of moon cakes, including egg yolk, red bean paste, five kernels and corn, and occasionally there were several "different" moon cakes ... but no matter what we looked like, I shared them with you and finally chose one to enjoy alone. The soft and delicious taste is unforgettable.
Everyone watches the Mid-Autumn Festival party, and I look out of the window. The full moon in the sky is like a disc, and the moonlight is white and pure, like a round island in the dark sky. After watching it for a long time, you will feel a kind of tranquility, which is not caused by the magic of Chang 'e!
The moon on 15 is round and round, and the families under the moon are reunited. Everyone sits around a table, a few side dishes, fruits and moon cakes, which is a simple reunion dinner. It is also excellent to talk about some things in life or trivial family chores, put aside the pressure and fatigue of work and study, and talk and laugh heartily.
Although there are many such days, fewer and fewer people can really celebrate this festival. There are fewer benches in Mid-Autumn Festival every year, but there are many vacancies. My grandparents and I can only do it quickly, and moon cakes are not as popular as Chunxin, so we can only stay in the corner alone. The silent Mid-Autumn Festival seems to have lost its meaning.
Later, it became more and more busy, and even eating a moon cake in the Mid-Autumn Festival became a festival. Grandparents said, "Let's get together." Everyone promised to say "I know".
Although we are getting busier and busier, we should spend some time together, even if it's just a meal. In this way, Mid-Autumn Festival and other festivals have meaning.
Give me a Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will have a happy holiday. Enjoy this family relationship.