Writing towards the distance 1 A person is destined to grow up. You can't always stop at the beginning of life, such people will be eliminated. We need to grow up, towards the distant.
It was a rainy night, and my parents took the trouble to come to school, ready to take me out to breathe free fresh air. But just before he left, something went wrong. When we were about to leave, my father's words pointed out my mistake: "Son, have you opened your exit form?" I rummaged through it and shook my head at him-I couldn't find it.
I immediately recalled the scene at that time. After school, I was busy packing, and my classmates were asking, "Who didn't get the message? Come and get it. " I slowly raised my head, thinking that it would not be too late to wait until I had packed my things. A minute passed, and I finally packed my things, but it was too late, and the classmate who sent the message was gone. Thinking of this, I can't help but beat my head angrily and think: It's all my own fault for being too slow. We had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to the school gate. I just wanted to go out when I was stopped by the school police: "classmate, where is your resignation?" I didn't go out, I replied with a wry smile. He asked me to call the head teacher. I hesitated for a moment, then dialed the telephone.
"Hello, teacher! I didn't leave a message. Can you tell the school police? I said. " How can you be so careless? You are no longer a child. "I was silent, don't talk, I really don't know what to say. The other end of the phone sighed and said, "Give the phone to the school police. "I gave him the phone.
After leaving school, I was quiet all the way, thought for a long time, and looked at the light rain outside the window. I couldn't even do this little thing well. How can I do great things in the future? I secretly swear in my heart that from now on, I must do everything carefully, make progress every day and get closer to success. I believe that through our own efforts, the road ahead will be wider and wider.
On this rainy night in late autumn, I have grown up and will soon be in towards the distant.
There is no difference between day and night in towards the distant's composition 2, so he resolutely towards the distant, even if the road is full of thorns, even if he is black and blue, he never hesitates, because he is so eager for dreams and light.
Black tightly wraps the whole sky, making people feel dull, dark clouds move heavily, the noisy wind screams sharply, the leaves groan painfully, and there are no stars tonight. It was very cold in the street, and I saw a small body curled up and crying helplessly and painfully. His tearful eyes are gray, and he is blind. I have seen him listening to the sound of running water against the fish tank countless times, in exchange for the ridicule of friends of the same age; I have seen him stop on the road many times and listen to the sound of passing cars. The speeding car said, "Do you have eyes?" He felt that the world was dark and cold, and all he heard was a little sympathy from others, and more was desperate disgust.
But that day, when he walked home from school, waves of dancing elves came to him with the crisp and euphemistic piano sound. He lost his soul and stood there, muttering, "Not bad ... nice!" This is the first time he has felt the beauty and warmth of the world. The sunshine danced naughtily on him, and the breeze sang a gentle song, bringing a happy smile to his mouth.
He goes to the piano room to practice every day. The teacher held his hand and tapped the keys bit by bit. Whenever he touches the warm button, he will shout happily: "Yes, yes!" " "He blushed, waving his arms excitedly, and his eyes shone faintly. Every word the teacher said, he listened carefully with his ears sideways, while listening, his head was a little heavy, and his mouth was still unclear, as if to rub it in his heart over and over again. There is another program in the life of the little blind man-playing the piano for 2 hours a day, then 3 hours a day, then 4 hours, and now playing for 5 hours a day.
Finally one day, he can play by himself. Flexible and relaxed fingers, straight body. Every time he reaches the climax, he plays on the swing intoxicated. He smiled happily, his eyes narrowed into a curved crescent, and the sun shone into the room, wrapping his thin body. On this beautiful day, time slipped away bit by bit. For the little blind man, this is a melting happiness thing, a small piano room and a small person.
He didn't go well on this long road of chasing dreams. On that day, the little blind man came out of the piano room, and the rain hit the ground like anger, and thunderous thunder rolled down the hillside one after another. He stood in front of the door at a loss, and several children of the same age passed by with umbrellas: "Look, does that blind man still want to learn piano?" One of them looked at him with disdain. "Ha ha ha ha, that is, invisible! Play the piano! " A group of children sneered, "I, I just want to play the piano." He retorted helplessly, "You are blind!" They pushed him to the ground. "Want to take part in the piano competition? Idiot is dreaming! " They beat him with an umbrella, and the little blind man curled up into a ball. He endured severe pain from all over his body, and his whole body was black and blue. When they left with a smile, crystal tears poured out like a flood. The ground is very cold, and the chill flows from his skin to his heart bit by bit. "It hurts, it hurts." He stood up trembling on the floor and staggered forward. The rain pounded his body hard, and the wind blew his limbs at night. He walked trembling and accidentally fell to the ground. Warm liquid came out of his knees and elbows, which made him feel annoyed, but he could only stand up. The dim street lamp stretched his shadow, watching him disappear into the night bit by bit, and towards the distant step by step.
It was the closest to his dream, and he stepped onto the stage of the competition for the first time. The audience let out a sigh when he was helped onto the stage. He sat upright in his chair, his hands raised gently, his fingers rapped briskly on the black and white keys, and the crisp sound soon filled the whole hall. The flowing music was like a gentle stream, cheerful for a while and relaxed for a while. Sometimes he is very heavy, frowning, holding his hand high and falling heavily, like a huge wave engulfing the stone, patting and flapping again and again. Yes, this is his life. When he was bullied and hated, he was so miserable that he could only hide and cry silently. He can only hide his eyes in front of his mother, because he said that the last thing he wants to see is her crying. The sound of the piano drowned out the appearance of the man who gave him pain, and the music began to rise again, like coming from the ancient wilderness and hitting my soul accurately. Yes, I heard that. I support him to stand up silently in tears. It is a dream to practice day and night!
When the last note floated in the wind, everyone couldn't help but stand up and applaud, because the boy on the stage was so dazzling that his star-like eyes were full of tears, but he couldn't hide his desire for dreams.
I saw his distant figure, stumbling in the dark, covered with large and small scars, but he never looked back and never hesitated, because he loved music too much. That's his dream. Yes, dreams are our second heart. It hit my chest and pushed my blood and limbs to the bones. Thought of here, I seem to see his figure again, bit by bit.
Towards the distant's Composition 3 His life was a bumpy road in Vandory, but he didn't reveal it. He crossed the dangerous beach and peak, gnashing his teeth. Since it is not a "distant" road, it has already passed on the other side.
I like to set out and want to see the magnificent sea, towering mountains and flying sand in the desert. Even though I know that the sea is rough, the mountains are winding and the desert is impassable, I never give up chasing. Of course, I have asked myself countless times, where is the distance?
Far away, sometimes outside the window. On those lonely days, I always like to lie on the windowsill and look out, expecting surprises. After the wind blew, a little Huang Die suddenly slipped away from my eyes. I danced happily and hurried downstairs, but it had already flown away. Countless times, I seriously asked myself, what have I got in these ten years? Surging waves, I got the secret of how to work hard; Meteors passed by, but I missed my wish; The grass is regenerated and strong; I only heard the story once, but I missed it ... when will I be lucky enough to get the flowers I dream of?
From dusk to night, summer cicada and winter snow have accompanied me through many days and nights in the long river of life. I don't care about the ruthlessness of fate. If there is anything, we should make good use of it. Morning dew and dusk clouds, cold rain and frost, put loneliness into your shoulder bag, and let lofty sentiments drive away the melancholy in your heart, towards the distant.
Walking on a distant road, there are always rugged mountain roads to stop you, and you are helpless. You store it with tears, and then you use them to condense into strength, to chase, to struggle, and to set off. ...
At first, I walked, day after day, listening to the wind convey the disappearance of rain, listening to the rain drums beating on the drum surface of the lake, and those vague or clear footprints recorded my growth. Set out, I walked, year after year, watching swallows fly across the silent morning light, watching butterflies fly across the blue sky, and the future will eventually be portrayed as a colorful picture. Even if I get hurt, I won't let my face get wet with tears, and greet the secular noise with the rising corners of my mouth. Even if I lose my way, I won't let fear invade my heart. I will use my inner light to illuminate the darkness ahead. Gradually drifting away, suffering for the sake of sweetness, and realizing because of suffering. No matter how strong the storm is, my heart will never waver, because towards the distant is to make the land of the soul wider!
I like to set out, go far away and follow the path of the sun to find the flower of dreams. ...
Looking into the distance, I looked along the bluestone path, but I didn't know who it was. As night falls, the moonlight slowly tilts like a smooth piece of white silk, and is gently shrouded in the tranquility of the countryside. Where can there be such a night? I like to walk alone under the moon, and it is so comfortable to sprinkle a piece of sequins on my body, as if I have forgotten everything and only immersed myself in my own world!
Swish swish. I wonder who came. Before I came to my senses, it broke the quiet world.
So I began to hate it. But, what's the use? The cold wind still growls mercilessly, as if to tell me, "Come on, come on, go far away!" " "
A few days later, when I was writing at the window, suddenly, it began to rain outside. Unexpectedly, it lasted for several weeks. Say, at the moment, the rain came again. Gradually, my thoughts drifted away with the rain. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes joy, seems to be a lingering, but also an expectation ... I wonder if it is sentimental and how many Jiangnan talents have been trained?
Looking at the gurgling water in front of the door, I don't know how many pedestrians passed by and didn't think much. Turning over the dusty memories, those people and things that have passed away have also fallen into the boundless dust. I thought, where is the distance?
At this moment, a song rang out in my ear. Night, too long, condenses into frost. Who is in the attic? Cold despair. Rain, gently bounce, scarlet window. All my life, I was blown up by the wind on the paper. Dreams, in the distance, turn into a wisp of incense. Drift your face with the wind.
Yes, he told me that dreams are in the distance, and the distance is a dream. Life is a process, and none of us are passers-by at the end of the world. Moths can put out the fire, but they can only sigh helplessly. There will be no full moon on earth. The abundance of life can be exaggerated for generations. The geese have already gone south, perhaps it is a dream. The yellow sand is all over the sky, but a wisp of solitary smoke comes, which is made at sunrise and rested at sunset, just in the blink of an eye. So, I don't know how to look at today. So, I packed my bags and prepared to go far away.
Night, quiet. In the moonlight, it's cold and cheerless. And I, walking on a distant road. ...
Towards the distant Composition 5 Sitting in the car, on the way home, I don't know why I am sitting in this car. Perhaps the rush of time has changed me. Looking out of the window, I don't know where the vast road points, and the street lamps in the distance become blurred, casting a dim light.
A few months ago, I was still sleeping during the summer vacation when I was suddenly woken up and embarked on an unknown road. I don't understand why fate put me here. It seems that everything has been arranged. God is showing me the way vaguely, and I can't help myself. Everything has become less familiar. The noisy market became quiet, intertwined day and night, and the stars disappeared. I went to the unknown world. Nothing belongs to me, only those beautiful memories of the past still vaguely emerge in my mind. I fled home, fled the city, and even many people disappeared from my eyes. I feel a little sad and sad. I hope someone can comfort me. Walking on the path that night, let the raindrops hit you and feel the cool and rhythmic beat. Wandering in a person's world, forgetting my own way, I feel that I have become small, just an inconspicuous gravel, and no one pays attention. Even, I don't think I recognize myself.
I am sitting in the classroom of Huairen No.1 Middle School. Time flies through my life, repeating every day, with no end in sight. Early in the morning, after being woken up by the alarm clock, the day's study and life began. I yawned lazily and stretched myself, so I became nervous. The fast pace made me forget my fatigue. Looking at the thick study plan and catering, I gradually feel the enrichment of life and the dream of college is gradually clear. Although it is still a little far, I understand that giving is the cornerstone of my dream. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the dead leaves left on the tree are ruthlessly pulled by the cold wind. Who can bend down and pick up the scattered tears and yellow?
To my surprise, I really like life here. Time flies here. The day ended in a trance, so many things were not completed, and time flew by inadvertently. I tried to keep something, but it slipped through my fingers, like a flick on the calm water, leaving a short circle of ripples and fleeting. Here, my movements become rapid, I understand the importance of learning, I also learned to cherish time, and gradually developed a habit. ...
In the morning, the first ray of warm sunshine sprinkled on me, which dispelled the cold of the night and warmed my heart. A brand-new day started here, and I walked towards the distant future, vaguely seeing a brilliant future.
Towards the distant Composition 6 Many things will change, our hearts will change and our dreams will change, but we are all moving in one direction without exception, and that is distance.
But where is the distance? The distance is the end of the train. Youth is too hesitant. When you wake up in a dream, will you lose your way?
They say: Life is like going to a faraway place by train. There are many people on the train, but everyone is in a hurry. Don't be sad when they get off the bus. Give them the best wishes, because they have reached their own distance, or they are going to find another distance.
But sometimes, I think the idea of distance is always too simple, which can be summarized in a few words or a few words. But the journey is always a long way, and no one can tell what will happen and what will happen on the road, just like whether you will take the wrong bus on the road. Or do you want to build your own train because it doesn't exist?
Adults always want you to take shortcuts and sit in a VIP seat. In fact, they have lost their way. But I hope that every teenager who is ready to go should be a lovely person. No matter what others think of him, don't complain or get angry. Because we can dream our own dreams, even if we get lost, we can go our own way, even if it is a broken train.
The distance is where you stick to your faith when you grow up. Youth is too confused, and no one can guarantee that he can always keep his original heart.
They said: growth is a transaction, and we all exchange pure innocence and whiteness for the courage to grow up, mature emotions, broad horizons and other things we think are worth it. However, even so, we will have our own beliefs. It's like a poem. Read it when you are decadent, which will arouse your fighting spirit again. It's like a cloud, out of reach and elusive, but you only need to look at it and you will smile again. It is like starlight, it will smile at you and wink at you. Although it is hundreds of millions of light years away, you still insist.
Sometimes I think, is the distance really that far? Maybe it's just around the corner! I can stick to my faith, pursue the distance I want and grow step by step. Even if it brings me more desires, I will definitely recognize my deepest belief and strive to realize it, because that is the distance, which will not be forgotten because of failure and frustration, and is worthy of our firm belief. At that time, it will be close to us, because distance is where we grow up and stick to our beliefs.
If you can't reach it, it's far away. If it is achieved, it may not be heaven. The road is still extending and will lead to another distant place in twists and turns. And we still have youth, we still have a lot of time, even if we don't know where the distance is, we are already on the road.
Towards the distant's composition 7 is a mysterious word in the distance, revealing a faint, lavender-like fragrance and purple sadness. Far away, as the name implies, is a very distant place, almost out of reach. Most people understand this idea, but as always, we continue to search and catch up wave after wave. This is your desire, but you can't control it. These days, I often ask myself: Where is my distance? What kind of scenery is there?
People often say that "the future is in their own hands", which is very philosophical, but I have another view. The future is invisible, intangible and unknown. Perhaps, we can inadvertently find traces of the future in the triviality of life, but we can never see through it. My distance is also my future. I don't have magical foresight, and the long river of time will not stop flowing, so I can't see my future and I can't reach my distant place. She always keeps me at a distance. I am still searching and chasing, because I know that even if I can't get there, I can get to the place where she has been and be closer to her. Whenever I arrive at a place, she will wait for me in another place. In this long chase, my life goals have been realized one after another, and I have been growing.
In this way, she became my motivation. Because I yearn for the distance, because I want to feel the majestic mountains, the vastness of the sea and the vastness of the desert. Even if I know that there are bumps in the mountains, waves in the sea and sandstorms in the desert, I will go ahead regardless. More because I know that anything can happen, and this is life; Nothing can knock me down. This is the strongest.
Even if you are hurt, don't let your face burst into tears. Dry your tears with your hands and smile at everything. Even if you are lonely, don't let sadness linger in your heart, drink a cup of lonely wine and start the road to youth; Even if you get lost, don't let hesitation be engraved on your forehead. The Polaris in the dark will eventually guide the way forward. "Don't lose face, look at the flowers in front of the door; I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. I hope that the clouds in the sky will be smooth. "
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about bitterness and difficulty. Day after day, year after year, we watched spring break the silence of winter, winter ushered in autumn harvest, autumn blew away the heat of summer, and summer turned spring green. In the transition of these four seasons, we are in towards the distant; In the changes of these four seasons, we keep growing.
Look, look, look, look, the distance is in front of me. ...