When I was a child, I heard an idiom called “The Librarian was not eaten by a raging duck”. This meant that someone who was away from the wild was about to starve to death. At this time, one person gave him a bowl of rice poorly. He saw it as a kind of alms and rejected it. The result was starved to death. This story deeply impressed me. When life has an ethos, don't think about the favor of others, and think about helping others. In fact, now
Boys and boys have a very good-tempered mother once had a boy, it seems that should not have lived in this era, but God let him survive. The boy's father told him more than once. "Your mother wants to give birth to you, she has a difficult birth, and she almost died in the delivery room. You must filially obey your mother." The boy nodded his head and hurriedly promised. Because he was afraid of this dad because he
Due to the company's need for duty, on the fifth day of the year, this was still a day of celebrations and celebrations with the whole country. I started to work. At the end of the day, when I was off work and walked on the street, the traditional "yearly taste" didn't infect me too much. The scarcity of traffic drove me a lot. This is not, traditional customs have led to the fact that a family of old and young people have returned to their hometowns to visit their relatives and friends, and to worship the grave ancestors. I stay in the “city” one person at a time.
I suddenly felt that the best song I sang was a childhood cappella. That seemingly innocent voiceless voice, like the rustic ballads in the country, has no pleasing accompaniment. No, sometimes the accompaniment of “Zhirigat” can be considered as a cappella. I sing it to me, I come casually, and when I was a child, I sang in my childhood, I often sang on the street outside my hometown, and I rang in the ear of folks. Now I think of it, the childhood rap is still in my heart.
With joyful feelings and ambiguous dreams for teaching practice, I set off on the Huangpi Slow Train to Xinjiang. After a 42-hour weary journey, we arrived at the Urumqi Railway Station from the future. We have more than 360 interns and we are everywhere. Look at this strange and familiar city, I see you, you look at me, there is jealousy, there is joy, there is helplessness, there is fear, the countless imaginations in my mind, the greeting will be
Weili Middle School is the only provincial key middle school in Lixian County. These years have been increasingly valued by leaders at higher levels and have also attracted widespread attention from all walks of life. The fact that only 500 new students are enrolled each year also makes the school’s rate of progression to higher and higher levels. Principal Wang looked very happy at these changes. The headmaster of this king, as usual, had a good cup of tea before work and was just ready to take a sip.
For most people, the change in life is slow. There does not seem to be any difference between today and yesterday. It may be the same tomorrow. Maybe people have only one or two glorious moments in their lives, and they may even spend their lives in a bland and unpretentious life… ——From the “Ordinary World” People always desire to be excellent in the ordinary, but yet Pursue an idleness in excellence
One was a spring many years ago. I was still a child. The grass on the banks of the river drilled out of the soil, exposing the green, small head. When I passed the river bank, I noticed a grass with a shell. Its stems are slender, and young leaves are wrapped in muddy yellow shells. I took a closer look and it turned out that the shell was a rotten peach kernel shell. This "grass" turned out to be a small peach tree! I guess it is summer
Regarding poverty, people who have not made mistakes for not cooking rice or for shoes without feet will not deeply understand the meaning and taste of poverty. Poverty is the poverty of a living environment and it is also an adversity. To live in poverty, to suffer hardships, to work hard, to be hungry, but not necessarily the heavens will descend upon the Sri Lankans. Poverty is an extremely terrible thing. Poverty makes it impossible for you to discuss
The clock just arrived at 5:30 in the afternoon, everyone began to pack files, organize bags, and prepare to leave work. Qiu Ming did not seem to notice the time and was still busy with the computer. Colleagues stepped out of the office one by one, and colleagues who had a better relationship at ordinary times went to Qiu Ming to ask how they would work overtime. Qiu Ming raised his head and smiled, saying that there was still something that wasn't done right away. Colleagues look at Mound
Every night, people in the village are always mourning through the night. Crying occasionally, sometimes cursing. The little boy who saw all the fear of hiding was the crazy old lady. Before I went to middle school, the crazy old lady was still a normal person. The dialect does not know how to write it out. In Mandarin, it should be called aunt because of her husband, I called the uncle. At that time their family was good in the village
Let us smile in good faith ◎ In the life of Ru Xibin, are we missing a sincere smile? Why did a reporter find a long time on the street, but did not capture a smiling smile from the heart, why even the most indifferent Germans say that we lack enthusiasm. I felt pain in reading these words. We often see that no one wants to move on a crowded train.
Reading the story / freshwater spring sitting in a small study at home. All eyes are books, not only literature and history, but also financial, and even a lot of food, casually flipped, there are traces of their own reading, but not much deep impression. After thinking about it several times, I still can't think of a few books. I feel a little lost. I casually think of the memories of juvenile times. The memory is so deep that I can make a deep impression.
The small building listened to the wind all night long, but in the spring, it wasn’t hidden in the 4th row. It seemed that the lonely voice was still marching yesterday and the search for spring was still awe-inspiring. In the footsteps, I knew how to make a look back, and when I turned around, I met this mighty spring breeze and blown Yan Xinglin.
Inadvertently, a seed planted in the early spring season sprouted in the spring of the following year. Two green and tender green leafhoppers stretched upwards under the dirt. They worked hard in the rain under the rain of spring. They remembered when the seeds were buried under dark soil. How do you live through those difficult times? What kind of strength are you to face? Because there is man-made destruction there
Can not hold hands of years, several scenic spots for me to stay? Sitting still in time, mottled past events, prosperous personnel ups and downs, once in the past, in the past, just like a tree-tree landscape swept across the window, everyone is a spectator of their own life. Laughed, leaving a sweet mark; tears, once turned a hundred thousand times; stupid, because naive childish; crazy over, from the impulse impulse … … suddenly that
Looking forward to spring from the vast cold winter, I waited for her to turn gracefully in the season. I stood on the branches of the years, looking at the mountains and fields, the fields, doing spring dreams, watching time, and putting spring look forward to. This does not, the spring in the dream has come quietly by my side. You hear the breeze blowing through the snow-capped mountains. The spring rain has moistened the dead land, and the singing birds, flying geese, and that
My dear train conductor, Grandpa, Grandpa Grandpa, said that in his lifetime, a quarter of them are at the starting point, a quarter is at the finish line and half is on the road. At the age of eighteen, he joined the army, was assigned at thirty, and was thirty-two years old, and everything was just fine. When he was just working, he was doing miscellaneous work on the train. From the front of the car to the rear of the train, he was honest and maintained the hard work of the troops. He soon became a flight attendant. Never thought
Once we were trapped in a persistent depression, the heart was like a drifting bottle, flushing with the waves until it was released by a good person. In the process of drifting, it is a long period of bitterness. Although we are used to all sorts of brighter skies, we cannot really feel it because there is always a layer of glass, so it is true and imaginary that it takes a long time to float. In fact, some people are in the agency
Farewell to the clouds, There are sparkling lights in the evening, Waves in a blush, The roof of the house picks up your pieces. Do not want to go to the embankment where the reeds rippling, listen to the rhythm of the willows to cut through the water, float a flying insect, and look for the shadow of the butterfly. In the stillness of the night, picking up the moon's crooked feet, disturbing the lotus's sleep, I would like to pray under your back. Carrying a moonlight after the drunk, collecting sleeping