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Time is like water, fleeting. The only way for a person to look at the snow all over the sky and miss you far away is to write down the deep lovesickness at this moment with this warm pen. Maybe you won't know or understand. When the years flow away mercilessly, I still miss you in the original direction. Although I know we can't go back to the beginning, and we won't go hand in hand again, you are still so deep in my memory, and the past in my memory is still so beautiful. Flowers bloom only for a beautiful season, and you, though just a passer-by, stopped in my heart and left an indelible memory.

In this world, how rare it is to meet someone who knows each other. Although you can't be with them, you can walk in the depths of your soul. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, the light posture is like you yesterday, pure white shining with crystal light, staring quietly, I am trying to find our memories and your clear eyes.

Looking back on the past time, it seems to be in front of us, but it feels out of reach. Obviously I don't want to stay away, but I find that many things are gradually blurred. Many times I am still lonely, and I gradually find that everything is just a cloud, so I am used to this bleak time, a person's time. When you are helpless and sad, only one person can't hide his little smile from his brow and instantly forget the bitterness. The most beautiful love is always so close to the heart, even if it is far away, it is still warm and unrestrained. Looking back on the past time, it seems to be in front of us, but it feels out of reach. Obviously I don't want to stay away, but I find that many things are gradually blurred. Many times I am still lonely, and I gradually find that everything is just a cloud, so I am used to this bleak time, a person's time. When you are helpless and sad, only one person can't hide his little smile from his brow and instantly forget the bitterness. The most beautiful love is always so close to the heart, even if it is far away, it is still warm and unrestrained.

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, wise man, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are really empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me. Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but feel my head start to sweat and cry.

Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet and moves gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days passed from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by. I realized that he was in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I opened my eyes to say goodbye to the sun, another day slipped away quietly. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of a new day began to flash in my sigh.

What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why do you have to go for nothing this time? I hope, I hope, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is coming.

Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.

The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.

"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off her crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walk slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.

Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.

Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.

I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day, in the light of this full moon.

, always should be another way. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; Madame

Clap your hands and jump around the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.

Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. lotus

There are many trees around the pond, which are lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. There is no moon.

Bright night, the road is gloomy, a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.

I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond myself and go to another place.

In a world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, a person is under the boundless moon.

You can think of anything or nothing, so you feel like a free man. What must be done during the day must be said.

Now you can ignore it. This is the beauty of being alone; I just appreciate the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.

On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves

Among the children, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are shy in bud; Like a pearl,

Like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who has just bathed. The breeze blew, bringing a faint fragrance, as if it were slim in the distant high building.

Like a song. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. Yeziben

It is side by side, so there is a bright wave mark. Under the leaves is running water, covered, not.

Can see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem

Wash with milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't be bright.

Photos; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. The moonlight shone through the Woods.

Yes, the bushes in the high places drop mottled shadows, but they seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven.

However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh.

Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, high and low, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; only

On one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke;

But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. tree

There are still one or two lamps leaking through the gap. What is listless is the sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively is the cicada in the tree.

And frogs in the water; But it's theirs, and I have nothing.

I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties.

Roughly know. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are not many lotus pickers.

Others watch lotus picking. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu" put it well.

So the demon boy rowed the boat and said, "Yi Bird" made the first promise meeting and also passed the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi

Slim waist, slow down; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.

It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. So I think of "the west"

Sentences in Zhouqu:

Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.

If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. this

I really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently push the door in,

There was no sound and my wife slept for a long time.

At the beginning of the poem "How to let you meet me/at my most beautiful moment", a beautiful, dignified, bold and frank girl image gushed out, vivid and moving. There is no earth-shattering, weeping vows of eternal love. The word "most beautiful" describes the girl's pursuit of purity, holiness, greatness and beauty in detail, but it is not affected at all. It is the natural expression of the girl's sincerity.

"The sunshine is full of flowers/flowers carefully, which is my hope in my previous life."

Some people say that love is fate. Love a person or not love a person is a feeling. Can't choose. Any effort is deliberate reluctance and futility. However, in the vast sea of people, how many people are waiting in line, holding the number plate of love, and looking forward from left to right, how many turns does love have to turn? The man I am waiting for, how far is he in the future? If fate is man-made, what modern people tout is a kind of negative self-destructive comfort. In the poem, the woman "blooms carefully" on the roadside where lovers must pass, which is a declaration of love and a positive achievement and "sharing" action with lovers. The word "cautious" describes the woman's efforts to improve herself with a sincere heart. Success takes three minutes, seven minutes depends on hard work, and love wins.

"The friend who falls behind you is not a petal/my withered heart." When the right person "passes by", it is not the petals that fall on the ground, but tears, blood and loss, crying like complaining, and its bleak situation makes people cry; However, falling in love is not heartless. Turning it into spring mud will protect the flowers. What falls on the ground is that the girl has a clear conscience, no regrets in feelings, no regrets in life, and her true feelings, desire and persistence in pursuit are really earth-shattering. The earth is a big family where we humans, animals and plants live and multiply. But now, the earth is no longer that clean and beautiful earth. It is becoming riddled with holes and bruises, crying alone. I don't know who to tell about its misfortune. At present, the ecological environment is deteriorating, and the biggest influence on us is water resources. According to relevant data, the laying of drainage system and the extensive use of cleaning agents are increasing, which consumes oxygen in water. Fish death, ecosystem deterioration and human activities will also cause a large number of industrial and agricultural pollutants to be discharged into rivers and pollute water bodies. According to relevant data, about 420 billion tons of sewage is discharged into rivers every year, polluting 55 trillion tons of fresh water. What do you think of when you see this shocking data? Yes, this is what happens when human beings destroy the environment, and this is the punishment that nature gives to human beings! When the sky above us is no longer clear and blue, do we remember to protect our living environment? When the land under our feet turns into yellow sand and desert, do we regret not cherishing our nature? In the face of everything that used to be beautiful, we can't help but ask loudly: "Who will protect our green home?" The wheel of history is rumbling towards the 22 nd century. As a primary school student and ordinary citizen, we must stand up bravely and appeal to everyone: it is urgent to protect the environment, and we are duty-bound! Who wants to see that Mother Earth, who has nurtured us diligently since ancient times, is about to become a black land where she wants to cry without tears? No, nobody wants to see it! Yes, many forests have been destroyed because of uncontrolled deforestation and neglect of ecological balance protection. Birds have no home, and they will never sing and laugh again; The earth is no longer full of vitality without its beautiful green clothes. However, some people still don't realize that our home is being slowly destroyed! The earth is a harmonious and beautiful green, and the flowers are charming; Only when there is pure green in the heart can the soul be more brilliant. Humans need green, and Mother Earth needs green more. Let's join hands to create a green environment, make the blue sky bluer, the water clearer, and make our mother earth more lovely and energetic! I watched a movie "My Brothers and Sisters" a year ago. The plot was vague, but a sentence once said by the heroine was fresh in my memory and unforgettable. She said that as long as there is music in the world, the human soul will never be lonely. This sentence was told to her by her father, who was a primary school music teacher, and it also influenced her life, making her an excellent conductor and musician.

Yes I always feel that my life is beautiful because of music. This string of magical symbols has been deeply branded in my bones. As long as they are still beating, my life is still alive. There are too many things in the world, such as fame and fortune, property, love and grudges, but they are only temporary. These things can never dispel the loneliness in the depths of human souls. Music, the magical sound from the art palace, is a road to the human soul.

Musicians are lonely, but they are also happy. I'm sorry that I didn't grow up in a musical family. But I'm glad I came into this world. Although I have experienced many ups and downs, I still heard such a wonderful voice. What can I ask? When I sing and listen, I can forget everything, let my mind and art blend together, and reach the realm of harmony between man and nature and forgetting both things and me. Really as comfortable as "looking back"!

At that moment, my soul was no longer lonely; At that moment, I knew that I was a beautiful art, just like a swordsman. He was just an ordinary person in the eyes of others. Only when he raises his sword will he exude dazzling brilliance and good charm, because this sword is his life and soul!

In the long river of music, there are many singers and great men. On this endless road of exploration, there have been many beautiful and shining names-Beethoven and A Bing ... They are all disabled, even worse than normal people. But who dares to say that he is disabled? They are a group of beautiful people with sound souls! Beethoven, although blind, was sober inside, and he could clearly see the worries and pains of the country and the nation. He integrated his love for the motherland and indomitable spirit of struggle into the symphony, thus achieving unprecedented music that shocked the soul and resounded through the sky. A Bing, he is blind, too, but who didn't cry after listening to his "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon"? His eyes are in these strings! As long as the piano is there and the string is there, his life is there! ? Music, in a narrow sense, is a portrayal of a musician's personal soul, but in a broad sense, it is the cultural concentration of an era and a nation. Entering music, let me cross time and space, cross common barriers and collide with noble souls; Into the music, let me soar in the sky, wander around, and appreciate the customs of different times and regions; Walking into music, I touched the great soul and noble personality; Walking into music, I learned the spirit of the times and beautiful culture! ? Bathing music, let my body and mind get washed and return to simplicity; Listening to music makes me calm like water and forget my machine; Embrace music, let me release my temperament and surpass myself! ? Oh, music, you make me so beautiful!

The temptation from afar is really beautiful.

My brother has a fish pond, which keeps ducks and fish.

Thousands of ducks croak and exult in a long row of duck houses by the pond. My heart sank to the dark bottom, not because the strong smell of duck dung made me sneeze, nor because the dark green water in the pond disturbed my pleasure.

My brother told me that fish can't afford duck manure, and the water is too fat. A few days ago, I threw 1,000 kilograms of dead fish every day. It is also said that the fish pond is managed, and the couple will go to distant Jiangsu in a few days. They are full of worries, but they only shed tears in front of me.

My brother said I was going to salvage dead fish, but I insisted on it. Maybe I want to enjoy the comfort of the boat rowing the waterway, and I want to salvage a state of mind-pick up the troubles of those embers and put them far away. My brother and I couldn't beat me, so we sent my niece, 10, as my guide.

We rowed to those white floats. At first, the ship didn't listen to anything, and always deviated from the direction when approaching the target. When I picked up the first fish with a net bag, I saw its round and dim gray eyes, and I had a strange psychology of wanting to close it.

Gradually, I found out the skills to make the boat go forward, turn and dock, and fishing became more and more smooth. Occasionally, laughter will splash with the water. The water is not so white, but one bucket is full of fish and the other has become a big belly.

Unload those smelly fish, I want to stay on the boat for a while. Gray days, dark water and cold wind. I told myself to be happy and let my heart float freely like a boat.

Suddenly, a white crane flew out of the bushes on the opposite mountain. It flapped its wings gracefully and slowly, skimming over the water, over my head and disappearing into another piece of green behind the hut. This is a miracle I have never seen before. Before I could scream, several cranes flew up one after another. Oh, there is abundant water and food here, and the Woods are getting more and more dense, which will definitely attract white cranes. My heart begins.

A burst of laughter called back my thoughts. My eldest brother and second brother also came back for the Spring Festival. I rowed ashore quickly. My sister-in-law pulled me ashore and said enviously that my little sister really enjoyed it. Mei Sao is a lover of folk literature and Sichuan opera. She published her own book and became a close disciple of the master of Sichuan Opera. Every time we get together, there are endless topics.

Big brother is coming, why does little sister smell like dead fish and rotten shrimp? The second child said, aren't you afraid of falling in the pond? The funny big brother teased me, and the little sister became more and more like Sister Lin. My chubby second brother boasted that my arm was definitely twisted on my little sister's thigh. Everyone asked me if my new working environment was not suitable and stressful. I smiled faintly, but it was not so pitiful! Eldest brother said, as long as you don't think my company is small, I welcome you. My second brother, who is a civil servant, said, I'd better go back to my original unit, and I'll make sure of the drought and flood. But I said half jokingly and half seriously that it is better to go home and raise fish for my brother. They laughed, "Ha ha, just you ..."

I mentioned that my brother was going out of town again. All my brothers agree, but only my sister-in-law is worried:

Since her sudden early death three years ago, she has let another fish pond that she has been managing live with her. Up to now, she has not walked out of the shadow of loss. We will never forget that when we got the bad news, we fainted immediately, and half an hour later, the accompanying doctor rescued her. We will never forget that when we were busy with the funeral, we sat in the chair without saying a word or shedding a tear. …… ? Yes, what should I do? Just then, he came over and said with a smile, it's only been a year, and you have nothing to worry about ...? Listening and laughing, I can't help crying. I know, how can I make a living by raising fish without my own hands? And I'm still addicted to fantasy. It's just that I really don't understand: why do they always want to leave their hometown to develop? Is it true that the treasure is only hidden elsewhere? In the ocean of life, what are we busy salvaging? The temptation from afar is really beautiful. I know, I will continue to rush to the torrent of life. I will also grasp the course of life and paddle hard to keep the boat from spinning in place. I will also feed my "fish" carefully, so as not to let it surface, show my pale stomach and open my dim eyes. I will try my best to make it active in the free world. Maybe one day, I am too tired to paddle, and I will return to this land where white cranes fly. I will live by the water, write some memoirs for myself and raise a thin ecological fish. Another year has passed. In the past, by the end of the year, everyone was busy sending greeting cards. Now that technology has developed, it is ok to send text messages by mobile phone. Received from relatives and friends and business partners; Some often meet, and some even haven't called for a long time; No matter how deep the communication is, even if it is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, it will let us pick it up from the depths of our memories. All these are to express our blessings and thanks. I don't know who once said: "The so-called happiness means having a grateful heart, a healthy body, a satisfactory job, a lover who loves you deeply and a group of trustworthy friends." People on earth are good at living. Years of study and work pressure have pushed the so-called "beauty" that we originally had to the deepest part of our soul by layers of habits and sophistication. We seem to forget, but we often think of it. And having a grateful heart is the foundation of our life.

Over the years, I have attended many meetings and received many phone calls. The two words that everyone should say after the speech are "thank you", and the other party often says "thank you" when they hang up. In fact, over the years, we have often said "thank you" on different occasions and said a lot about gratitude, but in retrospect, very few can stay in the depths of memory. The reason is that we take the friendliness of others for granted and even get used to numbness and indifference. As a result, we not only heard the people around us, but also heard ourselves start complaining, accusing and complaining; There will always be bad feelings because of a little mistake made by others. We think we have seen the truth of everything in the world, just like a wise man. In fact, we have lost ourselves.

Be grateful, content and cherish happiness. People have been helped by too many people in their lives, and there are too many people to thank in life!

The first thing to thank is my parents. Because they gave me life and raised me little by little, no matter where I am, my parents are extremely concerned. When I am happy, my parents will give me advice; When I am frustrated and lonely, my parents will give me encouragement, and sometimes even listen to me silently, but it makes me infinitely warm.

Now that my parents are old and in poor health, there are no special circumstances. I will take my wife and daughter to see them on weekends. Now my mother will get up early on Sunday. Whether our children go back or not, they will prepare lunch for us first, and then look forward to our arrival with their father. To this day, I especially like to eat the rice cooked by my mother. When I left in the afternoon, the car drove very slowly. Through the rearview mirror, I was sure to see my mother's old body standing in the wind, which blurred my vision. I know I will never be lonely in this world.

Now, it has passed the age of no doubt. After this year, I have worked in Jinlian for seven years. Seven years is a very special number for life. I know that many people have to change places after working in the enterprise for almost three years, but I can stay for seven years! As the saying goes: "A swift horse is always there, but Bole is not always there." I don't think I am a swift horse, but the business owner gave me the opportunity to show my career platform, and I am particularly grateful. Most people think that we are working, but they don't know that the boss is the biggest person in charge of the enterprise. When it comes to money, a well-fed boss has to work for employees and society. The power of habit and the pursuit of career make him want to stop!

I have always believed that individuals need to be discovered if they want to grow and develop. All individual efforts need to be recognized by others. I once said to an old leader of mine, "Be a teacher for one day and a father for life." When I said this, I was no longer his subordinate, and it was when he was frustrated. Because when I was his subordinate, I learned a lot. The present era is not an era of individual heroes, and success requires the efforts of the team. Therefore, there are many people to thank. I thank Jinlian! A drop of water pays off when spring comes. I should do my duty and work hard. I thank my colleagues. The development of an enterprise needs everyone's * * * struggle, especially many complicated and specific tasks are done by everyone. Thank friends from all walks of life. Without everyone's help, individuals are so small.

What I want to tell you is that when we serve our enterprises and bosses with gratitude and prove everything with due diligence, tolerance and diligence, we will forget the unhappiness and face the reality positively. At this time, we will also become rich, and we will find that we have quietly got many unexpected things.

Gratitude is essentially a healthy state of mind, which determines everything. I admit