What's in front of me?
The sky is still the sky, and the blue is pure and transparent. Swallows flying low over the boundless sea can't have it.
The deep blue sea licked the toes of the rocks on the shore, and everything was so easy-going.
A figure stood on the reef in the distance, vague but clear.
This figure recalls its past and future: I never owned it, but I have left.
He was left out in the cold and abandoned in another lonely world.
He knows that life can't be kept, but it also needs to be cherished.
Looking across the sea, some people are scattered. In front of his eyes, he saw the anxious eyes of his family, his father's gray hair and his mother's rough and cracked hands.
How much hope, how much nostalgia, his eyes curled up a smoke, wet, warm liquid.
He slowly closed his eyes, his feet took another step forward, and the gravel fell with a swish, splashing silvery white waves.
He wanted to meet, but his parents' persistent eyes hurt him. Great pressure is on his thin shoulders, tightly embedded in his heart and squeezing his whole body. He believes that if he is in heaven, he will remove the pain, purify his mind and filter the dust in a place without noise.
His feet tried to take a step forward, and the waves rolled up white foam and washed his feet.
He suddenly remembered the dribs and drabs of the past and the self-confidence he once had. Although he no longer owns it, his motto is: "cherish what you have."
To his dismay, the doors of key universities have been closed to him, but he still has youth and strength, and he also has a fiery heart.
The wind blew gently. He stepped back and opened his eyes. The world is still that world, still full of sunshine. He has paid a lot and will get a lot.
The sky is a fish-belly grey, and the morning light shines lazily on the blue sea.
He retreated a little, and the small village showed a more beautiful face.
He was born in the countryside, but he works hard. His parents worked hard for him to study, and it was nothing to be admitted to the university!
The white dawn has shone all over Shan Ye, and he remembers that his mother is already cooking breakfast.
He began to run, feeling that he had done a ridiculous thing. In front of a farmer's house, an elderly woman stood at the door, holding a bowl of rice in her hand and staring anxiously into the distance. ...
When he arrived at the door, he didn't feel cold, but he had something, the most sacred thing in the world-treasure.
Second,
I cherish the sunshine because it gives me warmth; Cherish the evening breeze, because it gives me cool; Cherish green leaves, because they give me vitality; Cherish the starry sky, because it gives me reverie. I cherish time more, because it is precious. At that time, the clock was ticking my youth. When I watched the spring go to Qiu Lai and the flowers bloom and fall, I deeply felt that "an inch of time and an inch of gold" also realized what Zhu Ziqing said, "When eating, time flows away from the bowl; When drinking water, time goes with the flow; When you sleep, time flows away from your feet again. This invisible and unpredictable time, it came silently and left in a hurry. " Know how to cherish, life is a kind of eternity.
I cherish affection, because it is true love in the sun. Looking at parents' expectant eyes, listening to their warm exhortations and thinking about their tireless teaching, you will cherish this affection and this feeling of "nothing grows" more. Parents are a big tree. Protect young trees from wind, rain and scorching sun. When the young trees grow up, the big trees will open up a sky and watch them thrive happily. This is selfless dedication and the feeling of blue sky. Cherish it, and we will cherish what we have more.
We cherish friendship because it is rare. It's hard to meet, but it's even harder to know each other. All sentient beings, predestined friends and friends, can work together under a clear sky. We play games, we play, we talk about the past and the present, and we laugh. Maybe tomorrow, friends will go their separate ways, just like dandelions always fly to different places, stars always scatter in the sky, and friends will part one day. To cherish what you have is to cherish good memories. When I open this memoir again one day, the good times will reappear. At this time, I know how to cherish the past and how to cherish the present.
We are often touched because we know and cherish it. Know how to cherish, the sun will fill the soul, know how to cherish, and the evening breeze will blow over the soul, making our hearts so warm and peaceful. Cherish it, cherish what you have, cherish what you don't have yet. Even if the soil of the soul can't grow into a towering tree, we can still have a yearning for the blue sky.
Third,
"Son, have you finished your homework?" Hearing this sentence, I had to do my homework helplessly. In fact, yesterday (Friday), I told my father a bad news: my old shoes were worn out, and I hope he can buy me a new pair. Dad looked at it and was silent. I know my dad is like this. I went into the house and threw those broken shoes into the corner. More than half of this year's oranges have been piled in the house, and there is a small pile of better oranges by the door. I caught one and ate it. "He didn't know to buy me shoes, only let me do my homework. I really don't know what kind of father he is! " I complain in my heart.
Night fell quietly and I walked into the living room. Dad is pressing with a calculator, and then writing with a pen. This is what dad has to do these days. Probably calculating the harvest this year. After dinner, our family watched TV series together. I didn't have this habit, but yesterday I saw our father and I thought of reality. I want to see if my father is that good. Now, my grades are always unsatisfactory, which also makes my family very anxious. In this mood, I came to watch TV, thinking that they could give me some encouragement and comfort. But they have nothing to say.
The next morning, I was doing my homework alone. My father brought me a new pair of shoes when he came home. "Here are your new shoes, cherish them!"
"good! I will. "
I glanced at the old shoes in the corner. They are still lying there, and the pile of better oranges has disappeared, leaving only two empty baskets. Ah, I'm surprised. I'm afraid my father traded that pile of better oranges for this pair of new shoes. It turns out that my father is not as great as our father, but he loves me in his own way!
"Dad, don't worry, I will cherish these new shoes, and I will cherish your silent care for me!" I said to him in my mind.
I lowered my head and quickly began to do my homework.