RAVEN MITCHELL
Stories (3/0)
fish can not be ordinary
It was a fish, an insignificant fish trying to swim across the sea. He is unremarkable, no magnificent body, no high ability, he is just an ordinary fish can not be ordinary. He originally lived in the river, life is also free, but every day, always on guard against the fisherman's arrest. Gradually, he began to dream. What could be across the ocean? Is it run-down or shiny? He was eager to see the other side of the sea. So he went into action. He kept swimming and swimming, avoiding the attack of the big fish everywhere, firmly holding his dream. In the face of the great waves, the white dust drowned him, and he kept spitting out strings of small glass beads like bubbles, releasing stress and panic. Tired of swimming, he looked up to the front, he hoped to see the river on the shore, hope to see the familiar shore of the loess, even if only a little good. But what he can see, but only the vast blue, blue thorough, but also blue silence. Occasionally an overlord such as a shark appeared, sweeping the field, and his small body and desperate running made him escape from the encircle. All he could do was watch as a wave swept other assorted fish into the shark's mouth, and finally the shark let out a long sigh, a sound so thick that it made one shudder. He could still imagine many difficulties, but he did not flinch, and he believed that he could persevere until his long-cherished dream was achieved. He thought, as long as it is because of faith, anything can be done, one day, he will be able to cross the endless sea, will be able to swim to the other shore. One day, he saw a huge shadow overhead, and in an instant, a large net came quickly. He was arrested. But after a while, he was released again. He did not understand, looked up, and suddenly, several giants were thrown down, with bright red blood, ripening a blood circle around. The giants sank slowly, tossing and turning occasionally, but to no avail. Eventually it sank in the deep sea. That's a shark, cruelly finned. Strong as they are, but this is how it ends. He sighed, his heart issued infinite emotion: on the stage of life, staged is a variety of possibilities. Even so, he thought, he might be one of the lucky few to achieve his dream. This is like the journey to the West, ninety-nine eighty-one difficult, will eventually succeed, because he walked through the long thorn road, life will return him a happy ending. Another morning, in a misty, he once again looked into the distance, is still a vast, but that blue, has emerged fresh. It's all right. It'll get there sooner or later. He thought so, and swam forward again. He knew that just as the wind would blow through thorns, so would he pass through difficulties, toward the sea, toward the dream in his heart.I like my life now. It's as clear as water. It seems that more and more do not love to talk, like a person to see the sky, want to go far away. I feel that I have lost contact with everyone, are busy, I think I want to stick to the end. The fireworks in the night filled with our time, shed ice blue tears, and then filled in the air for. I wrote my story with my heart, only to find that what I experienced was so ordinary. But I think, will when one day can have a vigorous time, I will start to miss the quiet quiet flow of life. In fact, life is always in a constant circle. And the same, is the sadness and joy. We all have a time when we don't want to be touched or mentioned, because we are constantly growing and changing. And the reason why we are sad is no more than one word. Love. Because of love, so pain, so the moment hysteria, become crazy, emotions are not controlled by our own. Or because of love, so happy, so instantly ecstatic, become excited, it seems that everything looks so beautiful. But it will pass. Because too much love, because too much love, so doomed to no result. Because this love is crazy, it is not suitable for real life. Life is calm, it is quiet. But how many people can do not be happy with things and not with their own sorrow? I can't say that I can let go of everything and nothing. After all, life still has to go on, life still has to go on. We still have to live in the eyes of the public. No matter what your state of mind or mood is, you can't change this fact. Yes. Sometimes life is too repetitive. We feel like we want to escape. But then again, no matter how far we run, we always come back. Because we're more than just us. We have too much to care about and not give up. I met a lot of friends, but unconsciously with the friends of the wrong side. Sometimes when you meet a familiar face in a crowd, you are hesitant about how to say hello, and that person has gently passed you by the wrong shoulder. The corner of the mouth just pulled up the arc at a loss, had to become a laugh at his own. It's okay. Just live well. We used to tell each other everything we'd do for each other. It's just that time is a big, rolling hand that pushes us in different directions and paths. It's not your fault. It's not my fault. Many things, big or small, are better than a brush. I am a person who likes and dislikes clearly, so I do not always have a real smile with you. I am just an ordinary person, will be uncomfortable, will have emotions, will be willful, will cry, will laugh. Even I don't mind being slightly hostile to people who target me. This is who I am. Either way, it's me.
By RAVEN MITCHELL11 months ago in Journal
deeply understand
"At noon on the hoeing day, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows the dishes, every grain are hard." This is an ancient sentence that every student can read easily. This poem makes us understand the hard work, but also deeply understand the importance of thrift. In fact, our ancestors always regarded frugality as the virtue of our Chinese nation. However, in real life, the phenomenon of waste is very serious, as far as the students around, some students blindly pursue new stationery, frequently change stationery; Some students can not resist the temptation to buy a lot of snacks every day; Yes. Students often compare with each other, show off their clothes, and talk about famous brands. What is more regrettable is that waste in the eyes of some students seems not to be a shame, but has become a fashion worth pursuing. Eating only a few bites and then pouring it away is a pie; It's cool to throw away clothes you don't want to wear. What is more, when you criticize these phenomena, some students even say: "I spend my own money, how to deal with my things has not hurt their interests, why should you tell me!" "Now the standard of living has improved, it is understandable to order food, there is no need to worry so much!" "Our country is a big agricultural country, what is this grain?" Diligence and frugality is the virtue of our Chinese nation, and people are not ashamed of extravagance and extravagance. Some students in the school even use steamed bread to fight, it is unbearable... .... .. "Who knows the dish of Chinese food, every grain is hard" this sentence everyone can blurt out, then, try to ask the students, when the war why can't think of "hoe the day of the afternoon, sweat under the soil" scene? As the saying goes: "Wearing a wisp, when thinking of the weaver girl; Three meals a day, every farmer's suffering." While we are diligent and thrifty, we are also respecting the fruits of others' labor! Zhuge Liang wrote in his Book of Commandments: "To be quiet is to cultivate oneself, and to be thrifty is to cultivate virtue." He hit the nail on the head that thrift is a virtue. Diligence and frugality is the precious spiritual wealth of the Chinese nation, and all people who have outstanding achievements are diligent and thrifty in life. According to many newspapers and magazines, even rich Western countries pay great attention to frugality, and it is always the rich who live in poverty. And what about us? Compared with other people's rich Chengdu, per capita income is not worth mentioning, but learned that poor life rich. "Diligence and frugality have been praised since ancient times, but economy is still a good name." Now, if we only know waste and do not know frugality, we will corrupt our traditional virtues. On the contrary, if we practice economy as much as possible and keep our household thrifty, our country and people will become richer more quickly, and virtue will be transmitted. Therefore, I propose: "Let thrift always be in the heart!"Dusk came slowly, the distant city lights have been bright, dazzling but still safely nestled in the embrace of the blue mountain, waiting for sleep. Up on the mountains, the sky towards night was steeped in a strange blue and purple, the strange beauty of which was revealed by the height and clarity of early winter, and the cold of winter, which was about to produce a thin layer of frost on my hands. I no longer want to miss this beautiful and harsh natural scene, can not help but speed up the pace, the sound of the fallen leaves being stepped out - I just want to hurry home. In my memory, I did not want to touch the cold key in my pocket, but reached out to knock on the warm door. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a room of warm yellow lights and a smiling mother, who sidled me in, hung up my cold clothes, and busily poured a cup of tea from the teapot. Out of the flowing spout of the purple clay pot, the transparent yellow tea flowed slowly until it all flowed into the white China cup below. Mother held the bottom of the porcelain cup in her hand and moved it carefully in front of me without dropping a drop. I listened to the subtle crackling of the porcelain cup and the glass table, and then reached out lazily to pick up the cup of tea again. Tentacles are warm, the warmth of this cup of tea makes the body quickly revive. Blow the floating leaves, gently sip a mouthful, sweet and bitter flowing at the same time, aromatic and hot air wrapped in front of you. When holding this cup of tea, this room is spring. I still remember that when the first snow fell outside my window last year, I quietly made a pot of tea. Saw him on the balcony just back from shopping. Mother's footprints vary in depth in the snow, listening to the water singing slightly on the fire, staring at the dry tea in the warm water slowly stretch the body, like the cast of the cloud sleeve, like the silent blooming epicereus in the middle of the night, like the children in the mother's arms show a smile. I stood at the door and heard three gentle knocks. I hurried to open it, greeted my mother with a smile and a room of warmth, helped her hang up her snow-stained clothes, and hurried to pour tea. Seeing the pale yellow tea flowing from the purple spout into the white bottom of the cup, I held the bottom of the cup and carried it to my mother. My mother took it and took a sip with a smile and warmth in her eyes. Slowly rising tea fragrance and warm dizzy eyes, water like the warmth in my mother's heart slowly flowing. I know that when I deliver this cup of tea, the sky on this side will be sunrise. No matter how cold walking on the way home, looking at a piece of lights in front of me, I know that there is a light for me, in order to warm me and eternal.
By RAVEN MITCHELL11 months ago in Horror
Life is like a long road
Life is like a long road, the ups and downs of life is like this "life road" in the sometimes bright, sometimes muddy, difficult to move. When I was a toddler, I was sent to my grandmother by my parents to raise, at that time I had no ability to resist, just crying, but it did not play a magic role, just vent emotions, whenever my mother went back to see me I would be very happy, but the happy time was always so short, and I did not wait for me to enjoy it, he fled without a trace. When my mother wants to go, happiness will come to an end, replaced by sad and full of tears, but my mother will not stay for me, he always told me that when I go to school she will take me back, so I always look forward to this I can grow up quickly. Hurry up and get to school. Come back to your mother. When I was going to kindergarten, my mother really took me and my grandmother to the city, at first I was full of joy but when I knew I had to go to school alone, I cried and cried, but I was still pushed into the school by my mother, the first day of school, like all. The children were crying, the teacher coaxed this and then coaxed that, anxious sweating, but it had no effect on us. After a few weeks, most of us have adapted to school life, and are familiar with the teachers and classmates, to the next semester of the big class, that the primary school can not be with the teachers and students together, including me, many students are reluctant to cry. .. With the growth of age, I should go to primary school, I study hard, carefully listen to the teacher, has been a good child in the eyes of the teacher, the grades are better, never cry, listen to the teacher's teachings, dare to say their own ideas, every day carefree life, everywhere full of innocent children, no pressure, parents, grandparents are also very love Me. I don't have to do housework. I'm so happy. Now, I am a middle school student, more subjects than before, more homework than before, the course has changed from the original six classes a day to now eight classes a day, the journey to school is far away, I have to spend nearly an hour riding to and from school every day, and I feel very adaptable, as if I should have been so busy. Oh, I know why, because I am a middle school student, I must work hard. Walking on the road of life, you will not feel how much you have grown, only when you recall the past, you can know your growth bit by bit. On the road of life, we enrich our experience little by little, and our knowledge is also increasing little by little. If you can savor every bit of life on the road, then you must be able to open up those muddy, impassable paths into a willow avenue.Many people love to laugh, laugh is a happy expression, sometimes, laughter is also a kind of encouragement. This kind of smile can enable us to better play our own level in speeches and other occasions, even if we do not get excellent results, we will not have any regrets. Now I have grade one, but still can not forget the speech contest in grade six. Without the success of my speech that day, I would not have gone as well as I did today. When I was in grade six, my school held a speech contest and required three students from each class to participate. I was honored to be selected into the list of speech contests. A few days before the game, I practiced repeatedly, memorizing the speech, I thought I was determined to win, but I did not expect that I lost the chain in the speech. That afternoon, I went to the designated place to give a speech, but when I arrived, I was shocked. Aside from a dozen judges, there are 40 or 50 students. Making a speech in front of so many people, I am inevitably a little nervous. Time passed quickly and it was my turn. I walked up to the podium with trepidation. Standing in front of the podium, fifty or sixty pairs of eyes rested on me. Suddenly, I was the center of attention in this conference room. Though my hands were clenched, my palms were already dripping with sweat and my feet were shaking. At this time, my mind went blank and I could not think of a word. Suddenly, I saw a strange face, she was smiling at me, saw her nose slightly wrinkled, the mouth slightly raised, this smile is so pure and beautiful, so I can not immediately taste to interpret. Looking at this smile, my heart miraculously calmed down and began to speak naturally. My voice changed with the content of the speech, sometimes passionate, sometimes low, and finally left a good impression on the judges. When I stepped down, I gave her a smile back, which was mixed with my gratitude to her. The result of the competition came out, I got a better result, I know, I can get the result, she has a lot of credit. To today's knowledge competition, I can calmly answer every question of the host. Whenever I can't blurt out the words, I always have that girl's appreciative smile in my mind. Between the calcium carbide fire, the inspiration came out, and the answer was naturally in the chest. Smile is a beam of sunshine in winter, bringing warmth to people; Smile is a light in the dark, to guide the direction of people; A smile is a breath of fresh wind in summer, dispersing irritability...... Smile, often can bring people strength. Maybe your simple smile is a great support in the eyes of others.
By RAVEN MITCHELL11 months ago in Men