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Chapter 1: Love is in it

In my previous understanding, love is a feeling between two people. You can’t see it or touch it, but you can feel it. . But that glass of milk subverted my understanding.

As the high school entrance examination approaches, my mother who is far away from home asked me if I need her to come back and cheer me up. To be honest, at such a stressful moment, who doesn’t want to have a relative by his side? ? But considering that now is the time to win, I declined. Before hanging up the phone, my mother said a lot of words of encouragement and asked me to do a good job.

But when I opened the door and saw my mother busy in the kitchen, I was really surprised that my mother was back. I felt moved in my heart. It seemed that she still couldn't let me go, so she rushed back from a long trip from other places.

There is only one week left before the high school entrance examination, and everyone feels more pressure. The teacher tells us over and over again to pay attention to diet and sleep, so we go to bed very early every day, and my mother Make me delicious food every day to supplement my nutrition.

There is only one day left before the high school entrance examination, and my heart seems to be tugged. I know that with my results, as long as I perform normally, I will definitely get good results. But I couldn't suppress the tension in my heart. At night, I lay in bed for nearly an hour and still didn't fall asleep. This made me even more irritable. Finally, I sat up from the bed suddenly, breathing heavily and looking hideous. My mother was woken up. She looked at me as if she knew something. But she didn't say anything, just opened the door and went out.

After about twenty minutes, he came back panting. She was holding a bottle of milk in her hand, and seeing her sweating profusely and out of breath made me feel sour again. I don’t know how my mother bought that glass of milk in the middle of the night, but I know it was definitely not easy. She poured some boiling water into the tea cup, scalded the bottle of milk, brought it to me, and said, "On TV, it is said that drinking a glass of milk before going to bed is good for sleep. Try it." I drank the glass of milk, and the effect was surprising. Okay, but I fell asleep within ten minutes.

I know that the effect of a glass of milk is definitely not that magical, but the love in it removes the tension in my heart.

Love is not only in that glass of milk, but also in our hearts.

Chapter 2: Anger is included

As the saying goes: "Anger hurts the spleen, stomach, and then makes you sad." From a medical point of view, people should not be angry. But, I can't help but be angry.

Facing a history of humiliation, facing a society lacking in morality, facing a seriously polluted earth, and facing indifference in interpersonal relationships. Can you hold back your anger today?

Faced with foreign aggression against China, faced with unequal treaties, faced with territorial encroachment, faced with endless disputes and wars, as a Chinese, can you not be angry!

Do you still remember the Opium and Opium War? In order to make huge profits in our country, foreigners did not hesitate to transport opium and narcotics to China, which made many people addicted, even drained their family property, and caused people to rebel against their relatives, but what about in their countries? It is strictly prohibited! This approach is despicable. Faced with this, I can't help but be angry!

Do you still remember the Eight-Nation Allied Forces’ War of Invasion of China? Many bandits entered China, burned, killed and looted, invaded the Old Summer Palace, lost silver for gold, lost gold for pearls and gems, priceless enamel and porcelain were broken because they were too big to be transported away! After the robbery, in order to destroy these crimes, they set fire to the Old Summer Palace. The fire lasted for three days and three nights, burning the house, the treasures, and the self-esteem! I can't help but be angry!

How should we control the anger in our hearts! There is no way to restrain it, because history cannot be changed!

The old lady fell down on the road and no one dared to help her. The old grandfather had a heart attack and no one dared to save him, which eventually led to death.

An old man fainted due to heatstroke. More than a dozen people passed by, but no one came to save him. In the end, a foreign tourist came to his aid! Faced with various facts, we have to sigh! Technology is developing and morality is declining!

Are you afraid of being sued? There are too many examples that worry us, where the rescued person accuses the rescuer of being the perpetrator. Haha, how ironic! When others save you, they end up harming you. This is probably the main reason why there are fewer and fewer good people nowadays and it is becoming more and more difficult to be a good person! Why, why does this happen? Is this how our self-esteem is expressed? No! We must show the Chinese spirit and not let others laugh! Faced with indifference, I burst into anger!

The earth is our mother, the home of our existence, and we should try our best to protect it. But not only that, the earth has already become scarred for human selfish desires. Environmental pollution, air pollution, ocean pollution... have already overwhelmed our mothers. We should take active actions to protect the homeland we depend on for survival!

As for these, I am angry. What should I do to reduce the anger in my heart? We still have a long way to go...

Chapter 3: Composition of Father's Love

My father is a carpenter, and he only knows how to work hard. He is usually taciturn, almost like a mute. But in this silence, deep fatherly love is reflected.

I studied in Zhejiang in my first year of junior high school. The families of the local students there are very wealthy, live a prosperous life, and are all decked out in famous brands. I saw it in my eyes, envied it in my heart, and even salivated.

One night during class, I had a quarrel with a male classmate in my class. He laughed at me and said I was a country bumpkin who wore rags all day long. I felt extremely insulted at that time. After I got home from school, I said to my dad: "Dad, buy me a set of brand-name clothes." Dad didn't say anything and just worked. I added, "Dad, my classmates all wear Nike, Xtep, Anta, and Li-Ning, but I only have 'popular' clothes." Dad didn't even look at me and kept working. I finally said, "Dad, my classmates say I am a country bumpkin." Dad stopped with his hammer for a moment and continued working. Dad didn't say a word or look up at me from beginning to end. In the end, I left in tears, feeling extremely wronged.

A few days later, I came home from school, and my father waved me over. He slowly took out a pair of shoes and a set of sportswear from the trunk of the battery car. The former is Nike and the latter is Li Ning. I jumped up happily, and my father's face broke into a smile at that moment, and then disappeared again. My father said: "Reading with heart is incomparable."

To this day, I still remember my father's words. But from this incident, I also realized that my father loved me, but he was silent and did not like to communicate. But in my father's silence, I felt a strong father's love.

Father, my "mute" father, I love you!

Chapter 4: The taste is in it

Life is poetry, which can be chanted; life is scenery, which can be appreciated; life is music, which can be sung; life is tea, which can be tasted. In fact, it is more like a dish of delicious food, to be tasted. Taste the taste of life, taste the ups and downs of life...——Inscription

Frustration——Sour

Life is a long road, and setbacks are inevitable. I have cried for it. , escaped, and finally learned to walk calmly. Sometimes, when I see frustration groaning at my feet, I suddenly feel that the frustration is nothing more than that.

Everyone knows that vinegar is sour. When the tongue slowly gets used to the acid, it will naturally stop frowning.

Wouldn’t it be appropriate to compare frustration to the vinegar in the dish of life? In the mouth, the tongue wants to avoid vinegar. Since it can't be avoided, why not try to overcome it and get used to it? Aren’t people the same? Since you cannot escape the setbacks in life, you should get used to their existence and find ways to overcome them.

Happiness - sweetness

In every delicious dish, sweetness is essential. When you are disappointed, your relatives encourage you; when you are sad, your friends comfort you.

Isn't this kind of refreshing happiness sweet?

It is undeniable that sugar is sweet. It is a fact and it is also the taste that many people crave. In this long process of life, too many setbacks have made people physically and mentally exhausted. The occasional happiness gives people a sweet enjoyment.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if happiness were the sweetness in this delicious dish of life? Although just plain happiness is not good, if there is no happiness and no sweet taste in life, wouldn't it be tasteless? Happiness, do not use gorgeous language to describe it, just one sweet word is enough to sum it up.

Chasing - Bitterness

The night is as cold as water, sit quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing in the bright moonlight , sipping the coffee in the cup, a bitterness almost filled my whole body.

I am chasing after the beauty that has disappeared, but how to salvage the moon in the flowers and water in the mirror? People in every corner are chasing, even beggars are chasing, chasing a better life. Coffee is bitter, and the short-lived sweetness is nothing more than a negligible additive. The journey of life is not as beautiful as a fairy tale, but a piece of beautiful jade with flaws.

On the plate of life, chasing can be best compared to the suffering involved. In the gentle palace of happiness, the warning of suffering is indispensable. Among sour and sweet, bitter is essential.

Sadness - Spicy

In the eyes as clear as water, a kind of light blue sadness is buried in them. The same color as the sky is the saddest color, with the same sadness as the flower language of Yimi flowers.

In the dish of life, sadness is spicy.

The volume is so voluminous that I only read Baibu and Qiantao. If you occasionally taste it, don’t miss the sweetness, bitterness, and spicyness. The life in the book, the taste of life, the taste is in it...

Chapter 5: Happiness is in it

I walked alone by the lake of memory, watching the torrent of memory rushing down, My endless joy is meandering, and the splashing waves bloom my countless happiness!

I ignored the first touch of fresh green in spring because I have grandma’s kite. It was a very big kite, which my grandma made for me. It was an eagle. Grandma always said that I am a little eagle now. One day, I will break away from his arms and break away from the shackles of that line; grandma also always said: I will definitely become an eagle and fly to the distant world. In the sky, I am looking for my own sky. However, I can't agree to this, so I just drag my grandma to fly a kite. Jumping and jumping in the fields, "trampling" the new seedlings of honeysuckle, looking at the outline of happiness journeying!

The first star in the summer night dimmed because I have my grandma’s story. In grandma's story, I am Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, and Snow White... Grandma's story seems to be endless. Every time I lie in her arms, pestering her to continue telling me stories. So, my grandma started telling me that long story again: Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple, there was an old monk and a young monk. The old monk was telling a story to the young monk. Once upon a time, there was a temple. Shan... closed his eyes slightly and listened quietly to the heartbeat of happiness!

I forgot the first fallen leaves in late autumn because I have my grandma’s ivy. It is an unknown plant. I only know that it is green all year round, so let's call it ivy. It is grandma's favorite plant. Grandma said it is very vigorous, not delicate and easy to feed. Once, I was sick, very seriously ill, so my grandma gave it to me. When I wake up and open my eyes, I see it. The eye-catching green color is very touching. I appreciate the color of happiness carefully!

I ignored the first snowflake in early winter because I had grandma’s roasted sweet potatoes. The sweet potatoes baked by my grandma are the most delicious food in the world. They are my favorite after dinner. They are so fragrant and sweet! Every winter, my grandma always likes to bake the biggest and sweetest sweet potatoes for me to take with me to eat on the way to school. And I was always reluctant to eat it prematurely, so I held it in my hands to keep warm on the road, and I was not moved at all by Xuehua's various teasings.

When you get to your seat, carefully break it open, taste it carefully, and slowly chew the taste of happiness!

The wheel of time has rolled over my memory over and over again. Time has gone and will never come back. Looking back on the past, I understand that this is happiness. Grandma's love is silent, grandma's love is speechless, and I can swim in it freely. Grandma’s love, happiness lies in it!

Chapter 6: Indulge in it

Three thousand weak waters, I will only drink from your ladle, and be drunk in that classical world alone. ——Inscription

In the past, Li Qingzhao often remembered that the sunset in the creek pavilion was so intoxicated that he did not know his way back. Now I am crazy about this classical art, intoxicated in it, "drunk" in love with classical art.

Indulge in it, intoxicate in the fresh beauty, wet your clothes with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blowing on your face is not cold. The lingering raindrops tease people's heartstrings. Green ants have newly fermented wine, and there is a small red clay stove. It is snowing in the evening, and I can only drink a cup. The red stove reflects the white earth, the hospitable host and the traces of affection infected by the fire are floating around. "The small building listens to the wind and rain all night, and the apricot blossoms are sold in the deep alleys tomorrow morning." Compared with the apricot blossoms kissed by the snow and rain, or the beautiful flower girl, who is more beautiful?

Immerse yourself in it, indulge in the graceful beauty. Li Qingzhao's "walking away in shame, leaning against the door and looking back, sniffing the green plums" outlines a young woman who hides and dare not see passers-by; Li Yu counts the passing years in "Lonely Wutong Deep Courtyard Locking the Qingqiu", and has a dream of prosperous years; Lan Xingde actually sighed to himself, "If life is just like the first time we saw it, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness."

Intoxicated in it, intoxicated in the bold and unrestrained beauty. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Only heroes are based on history and will be recorded in the annals of history forever; feather fans and turbans, oars and oars disappear into ashes while talking and laughing, and goose feather fans shake out the vast Shu. Shake out an indescribable wisdom and elegance, confidence and calmness.

Immerse yourself in it. Indulge in the beauty of openness. It would be wonderful to spend my whole life in the mist and rain, wearing mango shoes and holding a bamboo stick, boating on the lake in the mist and rain, eating three hundred lychees a day. "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles to visit Chanjuan." The moonlight pours like water, and Chanjuan also conveys her inner blessings to each other. Isn't it wonderful?

Intoxicated in it, intoxicated in the endless affection. Xianyun is clever. Flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. Clouds, stars, and the Milky Way all convey love. Therefore, "If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?" "Why should I cut the candles from the west window? But when it rains at night in Bashan." The shadows of the candles are scattered. Cut out the beautiful figures of the two people.

Immerse yourself in this classical beauty. I have a beautiful mouth, and taste the elegant beauty of tea...

Chapter 7: Missing in it

Loneliness is the bitter tears of lovesickness in a short life; blooming is a long life The lingering affection, no matter the spring wind or autumn rain, always leaves people with attachment.

But unfortunately, yesterday is gone, and so much beauty has slipped through our fingers. Hot tears wet our sleeves, we put our trust in him, we shouted, but there was only a time limit, and our thoughts took root and sprouted from then on.

My friend, what falls on the ground behind you is not the petals, but my withered heart, the result of my longing.

Day after day, we have struggled for our ideals for three years, and we have used our youth and sweat to hold on to our beautiful dreams.

We once swayed in the blue sky together. Although we were not the protagonists, we still hoped to stage the most gorgeous one-man show. But the good times are short-lived, just like dancing in glass slippers, only for one night. Finally, we began to part ways. From then on, we started our journey again and began to miss you.

I feel sad to say goodbye. I would rather moan quietly in pain than let this longing subside. Friends, even though we are about to separate, my thoughts are still there. Don't be afraid of the gentle wind and clear clouds, because our eyes will remain unchanged in this life. We have the most persistent voice, and our voice resounds throughout the sky.

Since your arrival, this day has become a beautiful day. On the screen of my memory, many beautiful memories are added, like a brocade. My dear friend, please accept my continuous blessings. With my blessings, flowers will bloom everywhere in your life.

The flowers are blooming on the road, and you can return home slowly. But can we really go back? Is our heart a wilderness or a fertile ground? Is it our hearts or our people that are going back? Even if you step on the green grass, you will be accompanied by youth; if you step on the long sand, you will be connected with maturity. I will never forget the good times we had, nor will I forget our original agreement.

Why not raise your eyebrows and smile, and feel calm? The breeze drifted over my head, and the shadows of the trees outside the window were swaying, and there was only longing in it.

Chapter 8: Thoughts in it

The pure moonlight fills the earth. wisps of longing, accompanied by wooden clogs, gently tapping the bluestone under my feet. I stepped into this scenery... - Inscription

A hundred birds chirped, awakening the buds of the willow trees; butterflies were flying, and the flowers were invited to bloom... so beautiful, just because of the arrival of spring. Although there is a lingering drizzle, my heart is still bright.

I couldn’t help but fold a paper basket and pick all kinds of wild flowers, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, colorful. I quickened my pace, put aside my nostalgia for the beautiful scenery around me, and thought of my mother's anxious eyes. Suddenly, I thought of my mother's hand again...

When I was a child, I learned to walk by holding my mother's hand. Holding hands, we walked across the stone bridge, across the road, through the shade of the trees, and through the years. I vaguely remember that my mother’s hands were so big and warm. In winter, she always puts my little hand in her big hand and wraps it up tightly, not allowing a single bit of cold wind to get in...

The wind gets tighter and the rain gets faster.

I ran in a hurry.

I can imagine my mother’s behavior at this time. She must be coming out of the kitchen with the smoke floating in the air. She takes off her apron from her waist, straightens her hair with grass blades in it, pats the dust on her body, and then walks to the intersection at the end of the village, looking forward to studying in a different place. The children returned safely. The trees around her were shady and the flowers were blooming, but she had no time to take care of it, just because she missed her deeply...

I quickened my pace because I heard my mother calling silently, because I didn’t want my mother to frown, because I wanted to hold her hand. Hold mother's warm hand.

Walking through the woods, a picture vaguely appeared in front of my eyes: a little girl holding her mother's hand and walking in the woods. The little girl was very excited and naughty. She walked in the woods. The wild strawberry inside is like a red elf. At this time she saw a big wild strawberry. She wanted to give it to her mother, so she let go to pick the strawberries, but she got lost. She cried, cried very sadly, she missed her mother...

Later, her mother found her, and the two held each other's hands tightly and never let go. From then on, her mother never let her go into the woods alone.

I stopped my thoughts, faced the wind and rain, and walked forward quickly, closer, closer, I saw the stone bridge, I saw my mother! But is that her? Why is there so little black hair, but the silver strands are so dazzling! Mom took the luggage and said softly, go home quickly!

I picked a flower and put it on my mother’s head. The flower was even more dazzling in the gray hair! I held my mother's hand, it was so rough, but still warm... Composition

Chapter 9: Walking in it

Life is like a road, walk in it.

The graceful and hot summer is filled with the breath of youth. In the flowering and rainy season, we begin to think about our future life. You may think of life as a long embankment thousands of miles long; or you may think of life as the Great Wall of thousands of miles; or you may think of life as an endless plain. Walking in it is to find the brilliance ahead and let the brilliant flowers bloom in every corner of your life.

When traveling among thousands of mountains and valleys, we will remember Xu Xiake, who spent his whole life traveling to every inch of the motherland. He walked on the fields where the morning light was beginning to appear; he walked on the desert where the sun was scorching; he walked on the mountain streams that danced at dusk; he walked on the dark night under the clear night sky. He uses his affectionate pen to describe every inch of the mountains and rivers that make people forget to leave.

When walking in the darkness, we can't help but think of Lu Xun, who used his unyielding back to bear the burden of the entire nation.

In the face of reactionary forces, he remained calm; in the face of the people, he had no regrets; in the face of the country, he had no hesitation. Walking in Lu Xun's world, walking in the ups and downs of life.

Walking in warmth, Ba Jin may be unforgettable. He started from "Home" and reached the pinnacle of literature. He walks in the beauty of life with his pen, in the memories of the years with his emotions, and in the hearts of the innocent children in the world. Along the way, brilliant legends have been forged.

The immortal footprints ring in thousands of mountains and rivers, the mark of light shines in the darkness and coldness; the call of the heart is written in the warmth and touchingness. Along the way, there are layers of mountains and rows of obstacles that are eager for action. Walk on water, walk on mountains, walk on roads, walk on people, and walk on your heart. OK, let the road of life become shorter and shorter.

Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. When you walk in it, life will be infinitely more exciting!

Chapter 10: Friendship is in it

I quietly listened to the sound of the gears of time, and felt the free flow of time around me. The sunshine is combed between the fingers, and what follows is the unchanging friendship that has settled over the years.

Act 1

The dusk light outside the window was folded into the pages of the book. I inadvertently looked up while writing and writing, and saw my mother standing outside the door, holding a steaming bowl. The porridge looked at me silently, with happiness that could not be hidden in the corner of his mouth.

"Mom." I called softly, and she came in with porridge and said with a smile: "You must be tired, eat a bowl of porridge before writing."

Never stop The stirring spoon sends the sweet smell of the porridge into your nostrils. Wisps of heat carrying love spread like silk. This is a bowl of plain white porridge, with crystal clear rice grains wandering in the blue-white soup. She would make a bowl of porridge for me every day, and each bowl would be elegant and clean, as pure as her love for me without any impurities.

"Drink quickly, the porridge is getting cold." She urged softly. I took a bite and my mouth was filled with the taste of love.

Act 2

She and I met in a windy autumn season.

We all like the sound of the pen tip touching the paper, and we like to use pen to express our friendship. At the same time, we both share the sadness of layman Yi An, but we also like the fire-like colors in autumn.

I will never forget how embarrassed she was in saving money to buy a collection of poems for me. It was raining non-stop, and when she appeared in front of me covered in rain and mud, I wanted to laugh, but my nose was sore. I took the "Collected Poems of Rabindranath Tagore" and felt that it weighed a thousand pounds.

With you accompanying me, I will never be alone.

Act 3

I walked towards the door of my house under the bleak sunset. The setting sun stretched my shadow very long, and the street trees on the roadside seemed to be sad for me.

When I returned home, I took out the horrible test paper and burst into tears. Drops of tears fell on the test paper, moistening the bright red pen. Suddenly I found a line of small words at the bottom of the test paper: "How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? Get up from where you fell. Believe that you will succeed."

Tears once again blurred my eyes. At this time, my heart was infinitely moved. Teacher, how should I repay you?

Under the sun, I looked back and saw that my road was not smooth, but because of their love, my road was sunny and bright. Their friendship will always be in my heart.