Childhood

Accompanied by mountain flowers
The sun rose slowly along the horizon, shining brightly on the green patches of crops that lined the country path. The air in the country is exceptionally fresh in the morning. Wiping the sleepy eyes, stretching, overlooking the pleasant scenery in the distance, make people feel refreshed, can harvest the vitality of the day. The work is never done. Four days have passed since I went to the countryside. Every day in front of a lot of websites, one article from the teammates' life experience, but also staring at the computer all day, constantly revise and publish, really is very boring, very boring! Through the window, watching the scenery outside, just the sunshine, vibrant plants, let a person relaxed and happy. There's a beautiful world out there. I'm going to have a look. So, I decided to put down the work at hand, with a relaxed and happy mood, step on the foot, to watch the different scenery outside. Came to a classroom, the fifth grade students are in class. One by one, they sat upright, under the leadership of the teacher, and read aloud the poetry, the voice is extremely loud. Looking at a tender smiling face, is so natural, as if to see the past, can not help but recall, think of his childhood, the mouth can not help but slightly up. Childhood is how wonderful, at that time we are so innocent, carefree ah! Work is important, but don't be so focused on it that you neglect the scenery along the way. It's time that we learn to steal a break from the busy, stop every now and then, look at the people and things around us, leave some good memories for ourselves, don't let ourselves leave any regrets.
By Sasha Haydon3 years ago in Confessions
Start from scratch
Magnolia officinalis, deciduous tree, because of large leaves and shade, because of large flowers and beautiful, because of medicinal value and valuable. Its seeds are red and beautiful, and are often picked up by birds for their favorite food. A man knew the medicinal value of Hopiolia officinalis, so he wanted to grow Hopiolia officinalis to make a fortune. So he went into the wild and found the wild magnolia officinalis. When the fruit is ripe, he selects the strong mother tree, picks out the seeds with full seeds and no pests and diseases, and plants them in the fertile soil. Then, with confidence, he waited for the seeds to germinate, be unearthed, and grow. However, almost all the seeds planted were destroyed, and most did not survive or even germinate at all. He wondered: those birds eat into the stomach, and then excreted seeds, no one asked no questions can germinate alive, I choose the best seeds, is the most careful management, how can not germinate? Experts told him that the seeds of magnolia officinalis have a hard shell and a waxy coating, so they do not germinate easily. The seeds eaten into the bird's stomach, because after passing through the bird's digestive tract, the wax is removed, the hard shell softened, the germ is easy to drill out. After he understood this, he resorted to the artificial method of simply breaking the hard shell of the seed and then planting it. As a result, the magnolia officinalis he planted had a good harvest and received high economic benefits. Indeed, sometimes, the constraints on our development do not come from others, but from ourselves. Just like the seeds of magnolia officinalis, only to eliminate the hard shell, can take root and sprout, thrive.
By ncikesha isaac3 years ago in Confessions
Just this once
Youth is a small poem, cherished dream of boys and girls; Youth is a leaf boat, carrying teenage youth ideal; Youth is a sun, shining the front of the younger generation... Off his childlike children's clothes, pick up the scattered toys, say goodbye tothe colorful childhood, and this is a new journey. 13 years of age, figure, inyouth crossroads confused, overlooking the distance of the unknown. Did nothave the innocent and silly smile, did not have the childlike innocence, full offantasy without unreasonable temper, yes, I think this is grow up. Threwhimself into -the arms of the youth,-accept the baptism of growth, to dream14 years old, blooming age, we deduce the our youth, no director, there is nodress rehearsal, no leading role and supporting role, we only know there is ahappy call crazy, there is a meeting called fate, there is a company called love. But we don't know to wait, don't understand to leave, don't understand, wealso understand the torment of waiting time, leave. heartache. That June, leaveNever forget why you started, and your mission can be accomplished. Ourteenage should blossom glorious and beautiful, you should release the flowers. g,We want to through their own efforts to impress other people's appreciation andaffirmation; we arerin bud-bud; wind and rain in the challenge us, bees in theencThe future road, we must brave self-confidence through, let youth brushed thetersto说：“你好！ "ye ofideeeeencourage the bee?
By NORMA DIAZ3 years ago in Confessions
A boat with a leaf
Life is like a song, there are high notes, there are low notes; Life is like a river, the flow rate of the river sometimes swift, sometimes gentle; Life is like a play, in the play, there are climactic parts, there are plain parts everything is changing, there is no fixed number. Life is not a fixed number, but also colorful ups and downs, changes. The moon is cloudy or sunny, life is also win, win or lose life is challenging; Have a win or lose life will make us full of passion, have a win or lose life is a piece of color palette in life, adjust our life, make our life full of colorful, make our life colorful. In the long life, how should we treat the seven kinds of wins and losses? If we used to focus on winning and losing, we wouldn't enjoy life. If we ignore winning and losing, we cannot learn from it, let alone make progress. The long road is bumpy, only to win or lose pay jokes. To win or lose we should have a common heart, look directly at the success or failure of life, to meet the challenges in life. Laugh at winning and losing, laugh at life!
By Rosa Navarro3 years ago in Confessions
Tears streaming down one's face
I often listen to others humming, and I also often sing Jiang Yuheng's "Looking Back", but I do not want to agree with the sentence that "only in the pursuit of quiet and quiet, I know that the truth is the most. "The Prince of Loneliness" sang too detached - a lifetime of repeated pursuit, only to come to the conclusion that the plain is true. Flat light is the most true, in the final analysis is not willing to mediocre, to do nothing? Once upon a time, those of us with the middle school color dream into the university gate students are also Shouting: plain light is the most true. And some people think that as long as "stand aloof from worldly affairs, tranquil life" can be carefree to live, there is quite a tendency to carry forward the "do nothing" thought of Lao Zhuang. What is it that makes our rich campus life gradually withdraw the profusion of color? What is it that makes our real molten solidification, not have the blood boiling from the depths of our hearts? Is it because we didn't walk into the ivory tower of our dreams? Is it because we are not out of the zone of self-confusion? Or because our heart is really not young, really see everything plain? No! Neither! Dominate the world is you, give up the world is still you. Those who live the best are not those who live the longest, but those who feel life the most. In addition to you did not enter the ideal university, in addition to you did not grasp an almost successful love, in addition to your heart that vanity arrogantly, how much do you have the right feeling about life? How much has life really burdened you with injustice? No! In contemporary China, a country with hundreds of millions of illiterates and semi-illiterates, college students are not only expected too much from society, but also expect too much from society, just because we cannot estimate ourselves and understand society correctly. That kind of insipid state of mind, is still an excuse for not thinking ahead. So, you once wanted to make a difference, but you didn't know where to start. You followed your feelings and got far away from your true state in the face of various temptations. You were carried around by the tide of The Times. When you tired through countless three hundred and sixty-five, you found that in addition to the dull, nothing left behind. No longer look back, not only the old day, not only those night stars and the moon, and our youth in the passing. Four years, we have been blessed with these four years, but how many people's four years is gone; More how many people in order to have these four years and buried in a sea of questions and a variety of mock exams, when we walked out of their situation, into many people's dream of the university, is it in order to pursue "ordinary light is the most true"?In our four years every day, poured into the care and warmth of relatives, they flow hard blood and sweat, silently support the choice of children, their only hope is that we can walk their own life road. Also, in a lot of eyes always reveal our expectations, looking forward to our knowledge to construct the brain, with our hands to describe a more beautiful life for people. In front of loved ones, in front of those who pay attention to us, we have what reason to think that "plain light is the most true"? Do we pay our golden years, sprinkled with parents' blood and sweat just in exchange for this flat light? Just in exchange for a diploma with a score of 60 in every subject? Small to pay for each family, big to the passage of time like water, how can we easily agree that "plain light" is true?
By talika jones3 years ago in Confessions
afterthought
Summer vacation I read the "Romance of The Three Kingdoms" this book, close this book, my heart for a long time can not calm. The book contains many characters with a sense of justice. However, I most admire is Zhuge Liang. He is very witty and sensitive. Since Liu Bei asked him to come out of the mountains, he has been devoted to assisting Liu Bei. When Liu Bei died in the city of Baidi, Zhuge Liang was also a loyal assistant to Liu Bei's son, Liu Chan. He did his utmost for the Kingdom of Shu and died. When he attacked Wuzhang Yuan, Zhuge Liang vowed to defeat Sima Yi. During those years he had been busy with the war and had contracted tuberculosis, but he had been working hard for the war all the time. Until the day he died, he did not forget to tell his subordinates the truth of the war. Zhuge Liang, a patriotic person, his determination to fight for one thing to the end, set a brilliant example for me. Cao Cao in the "Romance of The Three Kingdoms" is written as a vicious, treacherous schemer, great treacherous minister. Someone once remarked that Cao Cao was a capable minister of governance and a treacherous man in troubled times. ) But I think it is not simple to say Cao Cao is able minister, or treacherous men. First, Cao Cao was very good at fighting. In the Battle of Guandu under his command, he defeated Yuan Shao's 700,000-strong army with 70,000 elite troops. He was regarded as an outstanding strategist in military history.
By talika jones3 years ago in Confessions
The Adventures of the Bitter Children
Marlowe's "The Tale of the Vagrants of Bitter Children" tells the story of a child named Remi who was stolen from childhood and was taken in by mother Barberland. In the difficult and tortuous wandering life, he is not lonely, he always has the mother Barberland who loves him as his own son; Old Vitalis, who had taught him how to be, how to read, how to sing and play; He is closely related to the "inner beauty" and Kirby; The florist father who selflessly took him in; There was the Beautiful girl who loved him; There was the lovely Marcia who shared his joys and sorrows; And Mrs. Milligan, who had taken him in by chance... .. ... Finally, he found his own biological parents and lived a happy life. From this, I think of grandpa Zhang Leping wrote "Sanmao Waifings", Sanmao is not only that only long three hair of the little boy, he is just as good as Remi, righteous and brave, smart and witty! After reading this childhood adventure story, my heart has a voice in the reverberation: to try their best to help those who need help at any time, to always have a grateful heart! The Adventures of the Bitter Children is not so much the story of a abandoned child's adventures as the song of a wanderer in search of happiness!
By alan sparks3 years ago in Confessions
Leading figure
The head of the dragonfly is round, with two big round black and bright eyes, beautiful, chest with two pairs of wings, wings are transparent light yellow, today, I look out from the window of the living room, found that there are many dragonflies outside, there are a few stopped on the wire in front of me. Long so big, I have never carefully looked at the dragonfly, the original dragonfly is so beautiful! Its body section by section, like bamboo round, very beautiful. Mother told me, dragonfly is arthropod, body split head, chest, abdomen three parts...... So I carefully observed a dragonfly: dragonfly head round, with two big round black and bright eyes, very beautiful, chest with two pairs of wings, wings are transparent light yellow, the above pair is from narrow to wide longer, the following pair is from wide to narrow shorter; On the chest grew three pairs of feet, thin and segmented; Its abdomen is slender, orange back, abdominal black, you see, it is like a small plane, is standing on the wire with the thin feet! I was fascinated by the dragonflies flying or sitting on the wires. Suddenly, without knowing why, they flew away in droves.
By Darnelius Ollie3 years ago in Confessions
The fairy watches the flowers
Friendship is the warm sun in winter, friendship is the stream in the forest, friendship is the oasis in the desert. In life, we can't live without friendship. Last summer vacation, I followed my mother back to grandma's home. At Grandma's house, I often play with cats and dogs, often ride a bike around, often go to the wetland park to play. Although life is very rich, but my heart feels empty, as if something is missing, not happy at all. Sometimes I accidentally think of the time with my classmates. It's time to go back to Shanghai. On the way, I couldn't wait to call Xiao Xin: "Xiao Xin, I can come back at about 3:10 this afternoon, you can come to my home to play, OK?" 'Good! After talking on the phone, I looked forward to seeing my friends and couldn't wait to fly home. When I got home, I took out my hometown specialty and shared it with her. She also brought something to me. Although our things are not particularly rare, nor particularly delicious, but we eat with relish, because we taste is a feeling, its name is friendship. When I went to school, I saw my classmates who had been separated for a long time. I felt a lot of intimacy rising. During the break, the students got together, some took out the photos taken during the travel, some talked about the fun of the summer vacation. Everyone you a word, I a language, chattering non-stop, happy and happy days are back. I wonder what people's lives will be like without friendship. But I know this: without friendship, my life will lose luster; Without friendship, my life will become dull. I will cherish the friendship now.
By maria generoso3 years ago in Confessions
Beautiful weather
If I were a bird, then father's love is the sky, I fly in the father's care. If I were a boat, then father's love is the ocean, I cruise in the warmth of the father's love. Once, the teacher asked us to go home and make a mind map. As soon as I got home, I called my father to help me complete the thinking map, but my father said: "their own things to do, dad has something!" Hearing this, I ran angrily to my room. I think: you help me now, I can forgive you. But I ushered in is "bang", that is the sound of closing the door, dad not only did not help me, but also out. I sullenly worked on my mind map, but I couldn't do it halfway through. I was sad to think: hum, dad must not love me, must ignore me. The more I think of gas, all of a sudden rushed to bed will "Wah wah" cry, cry for a while I fell asleep. When I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and saw a complete mental map on my desk. I wondered: How could there be a mind map? Could it be my father? No, it can't be him. I must be dreaming. And he pinched his own thigh. "Oh, it hurts." I said loudly, the voice alarmed my father, father quickly ran to my room. The father looked flustered and asked, "Son, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing," I said with a sheepish smile. "Dad helped you with your mind map." Dad pointed to the picture on the table. "But aren't you out? I heard the door close." I asked incredulously. "I went and bought you the tools." A father is a mountain, let your body and mind even under wind, frost, rain and thunder, but also calm and stable.
By KATHY RICHARDS3 years ago in Confessions
How The World Health Organization's Easy Steps Could Combat Future Pandemics
Early Location and Fast Reaction: The main pivotal move toward engaging future pandemics is early discovery. The WHO has laid out a broad worldwide observation framework to screen and distinguish potential infection flare-ups. By teaming up with part expresses, the WHO expects to work on neighborhood capacities with regards to early advance notice and reaction frameworks. These endeavors empower brief moves to be made, for example, carrying out movement limitations, isolations, and general wellbeing intercessions, eventually limiting the spread of irresistible infections.
By Prem3 years ago in Confessions
Sweet love story :>
"Today, I saw this flower blossom, just like the scent of your hair back then." 1. First love. I've had crushes on different people, some fleeting and some unrequited for years. There were also those I tried to get to know but it didn't work out, so I let go. And then, when I entered a serious relationship in my freshman year, it was with a guy whose name was similar to my previous crush. It may sound a bit funny, but the only thing that struck me when we first met was the resemblance of his name to my recent uncrushed crush. We ended up studying English together for months, and only after about 3 or 4 months, we became friends on Facebook and started talking more. I could tell that you liked me, but you always glanced secretly, brought me food, studied together, or sent caring messages. Then one day, I told you, 'If you like me, just say it. Otherwise, I'll move on and love someone else, and you'll end up crying.' And then, you said, and we fell in love.
By Javis983 years ago in Confessions