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after a storm comes a calm

It rained all night in Mao Mao, and the sky was overcast and almost dripping.

At the end of the empty space, there is a wisp of smoke and some residual red. The wisp of early cherry slowly drifted into the mire and let out a sigh. Occasionally, western Western jackdaw passes by with some water, but it is scared to fly high by the sound of the wind.

I stood in front of the station, disturbed by the rain. The rain in Mao Mao for several days and the failure of several exams have upset me, as if for my bad mood, and it seems to be raining harder and harder just now.

The wind blew the cough behind me and fell to the ground like gold. I subconsciously looked back and saw a little boy and an old man with messy white hair. Probably the parents who pick up their children from school, I thought to myself, the children are very sensible to take the schoolbag from the old man, carry it on their backs, and then help the old man neatly. I can't help being surprised. The child didn't say a word, but his concern has spread to my bystander's heart, a warm affection.

"Oh, I'm sorry." A light touch on my back, an apology sounded around me. I looked back in surprise. A middle-aged woman is putting away her umbrella with some worn corners and smiling at me apologetically. She was carrying a tea basket full, with a satisfied smile, and could hardly see the anxiety of waiting for the bus. When I met her eyes again, I seemed to see my mother cooking in the kitchen with thick lampblack. I suddenly have an impulse to cry.

I always do. When I encounter some setbacks, I always complain, but I ignore that I have been surrounded by a warm family. The delicious food on the table is a good mood my mother often gives me, a joke when chatting, and a good mood my father gives me. In the cultivation of family ties, isn't such a good mood enough to dispel the disappointment in my heart?

In our life, there are many things that can bring us a good mood, but you just don't find them. When we are depressed in the storm, don't forget the beauty that rainbows can bring you a good mood in the clear sky after the rain. When we fail, we must not forget to pray silently that we can have a good family.

With a low cheer in the crowd, with the appearance of the rainbow above the last few drops of rain, the bus came and everyone got on the bus with smiles on their faces. I sorted out my thoughts and prepared to greet my mother waiting for me to come home with a smile. I hope my smile can bring her the best mood.

Step 2 grow up

With the rotation of the years, I grew up from primary school to middle school, from teenager to youth. Then, the irresistible romantic temptation crept into my heart, and I wanted to find a good start for myself.

Many days, the mood is so complicated and warm. I always wanted someone to take care of me. It's another lyrical season. At dusk dawn, the earth returned to light, and the spring breeze blew up the sad songs in my heart. A beautiful and moist story lingers in the light rain in March. ...

It is no different from the first love of all middle school students. After school, a small card flew to my feet, and I gently picked it up with a pretty good poem on it. Looking around, I found Yu looking at me. I quickly lowered my head and left the classroom in a hurry.

As for the future, my heart will be like a flying kite. I often think of that afternoon with the boy who wrote poems. Some sweet thoughts will make my heart vaguely full of longing.

I stayed in my spare seat several times and couldn't move it. I have written my heart on a piece of paper and shredded it several times, like a seed just sown, waiting for the arrival of the rainy season.

Suddenly, the fork in the road in life appeared in front of us. Looking back, I felt wet. Faced with the choice of graduation, I gave up my romance.

I feel like I've grown up.

Growth is a process, and it is an ever-changing landscape. I don't want to enjoy the beautiful scenery all the way to pick a green apple.

At the moment, the teacher's words rang in my ear again. Life is integrated into the sea, and we can't stay in the pond because of a moment of romance. ...

3. Beautiful life

Time passed silently by me, and all the beautiful things were fixed in my mind. When you are happy, always take them out and let them bloom beautiful flowers.

I like to taste the elegant flowers and enjoy the lush trees in the park, which is always refreshing. I walked on and was gently stopped by a girl: "There is a beautiful butterfly in front of my sister, please don't disturb it!" " "The girl's smile touched me in the butterfly. At this moment, I know that feeling, feel the beauty around me-

The stars on a summer night are high in the endless sky. They are telling people a beautiful ancient Greek myth. In a quiet night, accompanied by stars, any troubles and loneliness will vanish.

The starry sky is so beautiful!

The oblique light of autumn casts a pretty shadow, and the leaves are like a boat, fluttering in the air, sometimes hovering, sometimes flying up and down, performing their own beauty at the last moment of life.

Fallen leaves, how beautiful!

The evening in winter also shows gorgeous brilliance without reservation. That touch of sunset reveals the sadness of leaving sorrow. Wanderers will also leave beautiful melancholy in an instant. "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." "But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting darker and the river waves were filled with sad mist." At first glance, sadness can't hide their eternal beauty.

Sunset, how beautiful!

Life is short, and beauty is fleeting. But as long as you appreciate it with your heart, beauty is everywhere. A smile when you are lost, a blessing when you are lonely, and a comfort when you are sad will give people beautiful enjoyment.

The beauty of life, from the beginning to the end of life, breeds endless beauty. Mind, trembling in beauty; Hope, budding in beauty; Life is enriched by beauty. Let's devote all our passion and thoughts to understanding life and feeling beautiful.

Feel life, not for anything else, just to live beautifully.

I feel beautiful, not for anything else, but for not living in vain.

I want to be beautiful in autumn.

The wind, at the weekend, lost its former indifference and domineering, and gained a little more tenderness, accompanied by the warm fragrance of the sun, which was refreshing. Looking up at the blue sky, beautiful clouds are flying and running, weaving wonderful garlands.

Faced with such a beautiful scenery, I can't help slowing down. Looking around, not far away, it is a gorgeous ginkgo forest, just like the children of the sun god. Otherwise, how could you get the most and softest favor from him, so golden that you forgot the main color of this autumn? A rush of joy rushed to the forest in my heart.

However, the surprise doesn't stop there. There is a wet path covered with fallen leaves at the foot. This path is not curved, but it is more mysterious than a winding path. "A winding path leads to a secluded place", where does this road lead? Under the traction of the path, several rows of houses with blue tiles and gray walls appeared.

A few naive children watched eagerly around an old man, and a little bit of curiosity flashed through his clever pupils. For children aged seven or eight, what attracts them more than playing?

Come closer, a small pair of scissors beat and restrained in the old man's hand. When the scissors are opened and closed, every time I hug the red paper, some small red butterflies will fly down. In the past, these would be called waste paper, but at this moment, I have an impulse to seize it and take it away. Looking at the old man's slightly narrowed eyes, the hidden eyes are full of love. After a while, I saw the old man bow his head and blow, slowly pulling open the mysterious red paper.

Wow, a doll's face is not complicated, but it is exquisite: a few locks of hair, two curved eyebrows, big eyes, big mouth, naive and lively! Without waiting for a closer look, an older boy jumped and snatched the paper-cut and took the lead in leading several children to play. After a while, I came back. Ah! The paper-cut is broken. But the old man was not angry. He patted the boy on the head and calmly took out a piece of paper to continue cutting. After a while, it became.

Suddenly, the wind in my ear came again, and I seemed to be thoughtful. This paper-cut full of love moistens my heart like spring breeze and drizzle, and life can be so calm!

I studied as a scholar once, recalled the tender files in my heart, listened to the call of ancient culture, and let the culture of love soothe your haggard heart. Love has melted into paper-cutting, beautiful!

5. Peach blossoms are old.

Peach blossom is a very common flower, but it has a special position in my heart. Seeing it reminds me of the past with a friend.

It was a spring a few years ago, and I visited a friend's house in a neighboring village. We went for a walk in the wild together, and when we arrived at her orchard, she solemnly folded a peach blossom and handed it to me, saying, "Here you are, may we be good friends forever." At that time, our primary school was about to graduate. Students wrote messages and gave gifts to each other, but no one thought of sending flowers.

I wrapped this peach blossom in plastic film and ran home. I thought, "We can't let this flower of friendship wither." After returning home, I asked my grandfather to graft it on a peach tree in my orchard and marked it. A few days later, I was delighted to find that they survived.

Another year, I have been in junior high school in Shanwai Middle School. My friend can't go to school because of his poor family. I seldom go home because I am far from home and my homework is tight. Gradually, I forgot about peach blossoms and peach trees.

One day in the summer vacation, grandpa brought me a basket of peaches to taste. Grandpa picked some big and red peaches for me and said, "Xin Wei, these are the peaches you brought back from your friend's house." That peach is really a good variety, big and sweet, and there are many fruits. I grafted those buds to other trees. " I was shocked and remembered that peach blossom. Grandpa added, "Your friend has been to our house twice, but he hasn't seen you. She also went to the orchard to see peach trees, but unfortunately the season was wrong and she didn't see peach trees. "

I ran to the orchard, came to the peach tree and looked at the lonely peach branches. That peach has been branched several times, with many peaches hanging on it.

Looking at this fruitful achievement, I shed tears unconsciously. Who says peaches and plums are speechless? I clearly heard it say, "We will always be friends." Forgive me, my good friend, for not contacting you for such a long time. It is said that "people are not vegetation, who can be ruthless", but it turns out that vegetation is more affectionate than people.

Old friend, I came to see you.

6. I get pleasure from listening.

I like being alone. I love to find a good place to listen quietly and listen to the sound of flowers blooming in spring.

In the changeable world of mortals and secular shackles, only in this way can I find an eternal moment, get rid of all other thoughts, let the beauty of nature relieve my mental fatigue and get the happiness of that moment.

Epiphyllum is the representative of short life. Her glory is only fleeting, but it blooms at a critical moment. She told me that the glory of life, although only for a moment, is very real. After all, all life will eventually turn to dust and go with the wind. The short-lived truth is like a meteor passing by in a hurry, but it has carved a string of gentle traces on the journey and then buried in the torrent of time. Every life yearns for even a short attention. So I know that life doesn't care how long it is, but the significance and mediocrity of a century are not as good as a brilliant moment, because the happiness of this moment can affect a person's life.

Sunflowers bloom alone in the scorching sun. She burns like a fire, burning the passion in her heart. She never complains and will not be discouraged by this vicious environment, but the more she shines, the more she brings coolness to this difficult afternoon with the drops of petals. She doesn't care how many people stop for her, she is just realizing her life value alone-being happy for opening up.

Lotus, she "emerges from the mud without being stained", "straight through the outside, not crawling, graceful and pure, fragrant and clear". She tells people with her pink and pure petals that she has a heart that doesn't go with the flow, and she has a noble and proud sentiment. She told people that a gentleman should be like this, keep beautiful in the distance and convey happiness in beauty.

Flowers bloom with affection and flowers fall with affection. Listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling is like listening to the eternity of life. Life is a beautiful flower, and the beauty in the rippling sight is also the beauty of listening. Sometimes you don't need too many words to decorate. Flowers bloom, speechless; Flowers fall, speechless. That dazzling beauty has never been ignored by anyone, and that tragic happiness has never been forgotten.

The logic of silent and unchanging flowers, but the real beauty inside is little known. When we look at the street window, we see a numb, pale and cruel face. In the competition between money and power, we lost the beauty of standing and listening, and also gave up a pure land in our hearts in confusion, in fact, we gave up the pursuit of happiness.

Learn to listen and be happy in the sound of flowers blooming and falling!

Step 7 be happy

Sima Qian said: Happiness is a historical record that I wrote "Li Sao has no rhyme, and historians sing a swan song". Hard sweat made me forget the pain of corruption and the contempt of the world. I only remember that when people read Historical Records one after another, I shed tears. Wipe away the tears of happiness and respond to my happiness with a comfortable smile.

Tao Qian said: Happiness is a chrysanthemum that thrives in front of my hut. Pale yellow, faint fragrance, lonely and clean chrysanthemum, a gentleman in flowers, how happy! "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" is my indifferent happiness.

Li Taibai said: A cup of glycol, a sword and a few poems at your fingertips are my happiness. "Since god gave talent, let it be hired! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " It is my happiness and arrogance; "Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat" is my happiness. Step on the jade steps and go to space to see the jade rabbit smashing medicine; Moonlight is like silver, sprinkled on my clothes. Since then, I have never returned by yellow crane. Space is close at hand, but the earth is far away. Arrogance is my happy singing, unruly is my happy roaring!

Liu Yuxi said: a cup of tea, a book of poetry, the window is bright and clean, this is my happiness. I have a simple room, the moss marks on the stage are green, and the grass color in the curtain is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. He said: Why not be happy?

Chen Jingrun said: Happiness is the sweat on my face when I work out a problem in winter. I have to continue to solve one math problem after another and climb an insurmountable math peak, which is the driving force for my life to continue. I am happy to fight for my dream.

Lincoln said: The slaves were liberated. They sang and danced, and happy flowers blossomed on their black skin. This is my happiness. Even if my body is shot by the evil of reactionaries, freedom and equality will eventually overcome all evil forces.

Gandhi said: Happiness is the sound of my stomach growling because of fasting. I'm glad I didn't lose my conscience at the critical moment. I'm glad I overcame hunger and defended the interests of the people.

I said: happiness is Sima Qian's humiliation and burden, and his name will last forever; Happiness is the only sign of Li Taibai; Happiness is Chen Jingrun's knowing smile after climbing the peak of mathematics; Happiness is the moral integrity of Lincoln and Gandhi for the benefit of the people. ...

8. Inadvertently, snowflakes floated out of the window. The belated snowflakes quickly fell to the ground in the gloomy sky, flying across countless arcs, spinning and dancing with the wind, like catkins falling from the sky, and filled the sky for a time.

Snowflakes are floating quietly, sitting in the classroom, I seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. Looking at the snow, I thought: What beautiful snow it is! Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying, becoming pure and beautiful, caught by this small but glittering snow?

The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow are enough to give people a cool and sunny comfort.

Looking at the snow outside the window, it cuts deeply, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. Isn't this our inextricably linked feelings? But it is as rough as the sea, sweeping across my face mercilessly. I thought: Snow, you can drown everything! But when you are calm, the smart eyes are enough to give people a kind of warmth, a kind of pity, and people have to be moved. ...

There are countless hexagonal fairies like flowers and butterflies everywhere on campus. They moisten things quietly and decorate the campus with slender magic sticks. Naughty fairies are performing a wonderful dance freely, cheerfully and lightly in the air, perhaps because they have stayed in the sky for too long. They seem to release all their energy and render everything. ...

Listen, there is a tinkling sound. Occasionally, a few snowflakes fall on the fence and then on the ground. Like a high jumper, they make some crisp knocking sounds from time to time. It seems that a lively concert is being held on the empty playground. However, the pure snowflakes finally turned into water and clung to the fence. When the wind blew, they tottered and looked unwilling to let go. In the melting snow, a whole new world is faintly reflected.

Until now, the snow is still falling, everything seems transparent, and everything seems to have just been washed. The rhythm makes people look forward to the next snowy day.

I love snow, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.