While turning the pages

When turning the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bend over, pick up, realize that this is the primary school graduation deskmate gave me, on the back of the writing: "Treasure friends!" Do not remember whether there was a kind of impulse to cry, but at the moment, the yellow leaf is already a drop of tears. Think of, there is a kind of emotion in this world called moved. For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the taste of moving, is my heart has been indifferent, or it has been some irrelevant things filled with no space?

Once a friend gave me such a sentence: "Between us so will pass, not because of no, but the lack of moving in our life. Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, we no longer carefully collect the slightest touch around us, only when we miss it, and then look back, only to find that we really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there is less and less to be moved in this world. But, as long as we calm down to think about it, you will find that, in fact, moving everywhere.

Tired of reading, parents for us to peel an apple, is moved; Thirsty, a friend to help you pour a glass of water, is moved; Depressed, get a word of relief, is moved; Happy, someone and you share happiness together, is moved; Ordinary days, received a small gift, even if it is just a petal, a leaf, but also moved......

Perhaps, sometimes it is their ordinariness that makes us blind to them. There is a saying: "The reason why people are moved is because they live in love." Human love, we have what reason to let commonplaces cover our eyes and can not feel the taste of moving?

What is moving? A thousand people have a thousand answers. Because moved is not with the mouth to say, but out of the heart.

Friends, please pull out the heart from the soil, make a little space to bear this is enough to let us aftertaste the moving life.

Commitment is beautiful, it is easy to be intoxicated. Because it is the art of sweet talk. Beautiful people complacent, feel that have the world, but do not know how to extricate themselves.

Commitment is not a piece of white cloud in the blue sky, free and easy, elegant; Commitment is not a clear stream in the mountains, freedom, free and easy. Promise is like a pearl, its luster is the glory of the clam; Commitment is like a sword, its sharpness is the crystallization of steel hone, but also the pursuit of steel......

We keep making promises, and we keep fulfilling them with our words and deeds. Those who break their promises are hateful. After this, I once thought, why did I make this promise? Can't keep the promise, will only bring sadness to others and themselves, will only bring tears to people. Remember one summer three years ago, when I was ten years old, I ate watermelon with my neighbor A cigarette, at that time I said to him: "A cigarette, we don't spit out the watermelon seeds, because it will sprout in the soil, then there will be a lot of small watermelon to eat!" "Is it true? 'he asked. "Of course, then you will come to my house to eat watermelon, ensure that you eat 'belly blossom'!" I was very proud to say! ... Did not expect a few words of childhood, he would believe it! The next year he came to my house to eat watermelon, I told him that the watermelon has not grown well, he said that he will come again in a few days! Those who break their promises are hateful.