Long-distance excellent composition

Every travel-stained life in the world stands on tiptoe and looks up to heights that have never been reached. It's like a misty paradise, quiet and monotonous. Some people may have been hesitant in the bank of life, and some people may have gone to the other side to enjoy the peace in that corner. Or maybe someone has been wandering between the two sides of the strait and never landed. And those who keep moving forward in the course of life, they have seen the blooming flowers and singing at that end.

The distance of life is brought by the different pursuits of the world.

Qu Yuan sighed by the Guluo River: "I am alone in the turbid water in the world, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone, so I see it." He would rather let his Wan Li pride and Guluo River flow than let his innocent body suffer secular dust. His political ambition was drowned by the ignorance of the king of Chu, knowing that this jump would never happen again. The fatuous emperor still won't repent for his death, but he still goes to the other shore where he can be full of passion without hesitation.

That makes every flower doomed by fate wither in a certain place in time, but its blooming beauty is still like a flash in the pan, which is a feast of beautiful flowers. The loneliness of falling flowers, if buried under the wheel of farewell before dusk and sunset, can also pay homage to those thought-provoking people and things.

Tagore said: "Infinite life will not be locked in eternal chains forever." Someone said, "To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an instant." Marx once said: "Only those who are not afraid to climb along steep mountain roads can hope to reach the peak of glory." There is a distance between life and life. Only by being more loyal to the noble life can we appreciate the scenery ahead.

He stayed away from the noise and lived in seclusion in the mountains. More often, he is drunk and bohemian all day. He is Ji Kang, and he sends a quiet soul to the mountains and rivers. Shuttling between several flowers, you can see his floating clothes and dignity. Before his execution, his song Guangling San struck a chord with many people. At the end of the song, people dispersed and their ears echoed. He finally moved from floating dust to calm, and he reached the other side that materialists could not reach.

Some people stand on the shoulders of giants overlooking the world, while others can only stand at the foot of the mountain and admire themselves. In each other's eyes, they may be equally small, but the height reached by the former is the other side that the latter can't touch.

Indeed, there is a distance between life and life, which is caused by people's different pursuit of material and different needs for spiritual food. However, it is precisely because of this distance that we can see ourselves from others, strengthen our faith, gallop forward, cross the noise and dust of the world and step by step toward the other side of spring.

Chapter Two: The Distance of Happiness

We have been looking for, hoping to reach the other side of happiness, but often there is only a sigh in the end. Happiness is really far from us! Far away! Is it really far? It's just that you don't recognize the distance between happiness.

Some people say that the ancients were happy.

They don't have so many feasts to face in today's society, but what they face every day is pure nature. Really? Yes, the poet Shi is really happy, enjoying "the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains" and "floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy". But have you ever wondered under what conditions he recited these heroic poems? Even though he was demoted, he didn't feel depressed. He believes in and appreciates the happiness around him. That kind of open-mindedness, that kind of optimism, is only because he knows that happiness is not far away. The frustration in officialdom cannot be changed, but happiness is within reach. Why not enjoy it?

Some people say that celebrities are happy.

They have a high reputation and enjoy the happiness brought by fame and fortune. Really? Of course, a great scientist like Hawking is really happy. In the mysterious scientific field, he enjoys the novelty brought by careful research and the pleasure brought by unremitting exploration. But can you imagine what kind of body supports his infinite enthusiasm for science? Under the two fingers on the keyboard, the eternal mystery of the universe is knocked out and the glory of life is played. In the face of suffering, he didn't complain, and his physical disability couldn't stop his passion for truth. He even thanked God that his clever brain was still working and he could still pursue his ideals and ambitions. Happiness is not as far away as ten thousand light years. Some happiness is hidden around us, and once it is excavated, it is a beautiful state of mind.

So, don't just sigh how far happiness is, and don't always envy those unrealistic happiness. Seize the happiness around you and let the recent happiness moisten your life. Thank your mother for her concern and make you feel happy; Thank the teacher's encouragement to make you feel happy; Thank your friends for their support and make you feel happy. It turns out that happiness is around; It turns out that happiness is not far away. Do you understand, my friend?

Perhaps, occasionally we will encounter a storm; Maybe, sometimes we feel uneasy. But don't lose heart. Some happiness is leaving us, which is inevitably sad; Some happiness is coming to us.

In a word, happiness surrounds you. Don't measure how far other people's happiness is from you, and don't estimate the specific location of unknown happiness. As long as you embrace the happiness around you, you can reach the other side of happiness; Only in this way can you really measure the distance of happiness.

Chapter Three: The Distance of Beauty

In the unreachable outer space, the beautiful blue planet is as bright as a dream, like a sparkling gem. On behalf of all the teachers and students, Barbara Morgan extended her best wishes to Wang Yaping, who will be teaching in space, and reminded her: "You must be very busy there, but please remember to take some time to look out of the window. China and the world are beautiful and charming. "

Perhaps it is because people are used to seeing the place where they live every day, and always sigh that "there is no scenery in the familiar place", and they lose their desire and patience for observation, thus losing their feelings for beauty. If you are on the spaceship of the planet where you live, you may not be able to appreciate the beauty of this planet, but in outer space, you can't help but sigh that the planet that gave birth to us is so beautiful.

In fact, the world used to be beautiful, but most people forgot to appreciate it. Perhaps people living on the earth are looking at scenic spots that have been wantonly developed by some managers and lost their aesthetic feeling, or at water towns that have been endlessly polluted by chemical plants. I saw with my own eyes that high-rise buildings were built and built, old houses were demolished and demolished, and the environment was protected but destroyed. So people forget its original tranquility.

Perhaps it is people who pursue perfection, are too deliberate and care too much about tiny defects, so they feel depressed. When drawing, we are always dissatisfied with our little mistakes. But the teacher always reminds us that only by going further can we see our paintings more truly. To take a step back, maybe one detail is not clear, but observing the whole is remarkable.

As Haruki Murakami said, "Everything that is normal is beautiful." Jennifer McClure, a female photographer, once took a private photo of The Sound of a Farther Room. Just shooting details of life, especially ordinary places, has a strange beauty. At different times of the day, things will change slightly: a ray of light through the window in the morning, a neat bookshelf, and goldfish swimming around in the fish tank. Life is full of such tiny beauty, but people have lost the ability to appreciate everything they take for granted. If you step back a little, pull a distance and take pictures of these tiny things with your camera, you can also touch people's hearts. Maybe this is the beauty of distance.

No matter how accomplished a painter is, he can't create perfect works. Go further, relax, ignore those details, leave a relaxed distance, give yourself a space, maybe its beauty is still there.

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain." Isn't it because I'm too close to the true face of Lushan Mountain? Walk out of this mountain and pull a distance, and you will really see its panoramic beauty. You don't have to bend over to look at the flowers. Only when you look at the whole garden from a distance can you feel the prosperity and beauty of flowers. You don't need to board a ship to see the sea. Only by standing on a high mountain overlooking can we appreciate the surging of the sea.

There is never a lack of beauty in life, and everyone can feel it. Just impatient people are just eager to pursue perfection, zoom in on everything and see all the flaws. Pay too much attention to perfection You can't appreciate the beauty of things. If you look too close and too clear, you will be disappointed with perfection. Nothing in the world is perfect, so you will increase your loneliness and sadness.

Only by keeping a proper distance from beauty and abandoning the obsession with perfection can we understand the true meaning of beauty.

Chapter four: the distance between distant mountains.

The cicadas in summer flow from bamboo gaps to floating dust shattered by the sun, and the noisy air pulls the broken shadows to distant corners.

I remember my grandmother standing at the head of a stone bridge, on a rainy morning in spring or at dusk in autumn. I looked at the subtle dark blue silhouette behind me and realized that this might be the beginning of something, and the distant mountains had the meaning of existence from now on.

Through Qian Shan, back to the starting point. The original appearance of Baiqiangli and the village has not changed, but your identity is like a stranger. The cicada's singing has traveled for a long time, and it seems that it can pull away your connection with the world.

The figure of Xiao Lock led the child across the stone bridge. In her teaching, you learned to recognize different cicadas, which was the main theme of childhood. Always believe that the constant noise will dissolve your thoughts in the floating air. From the floating perspective, you can see yourself moving forward step by step, the mountains of towards the distant.

Grandma was born in a superior family, which was a misfortune in that turbulent era. You suddenly understand why grandma's eyes flashed from time to time when she alienated her neighbors intentionally or unintentionally. She just led the childish child through the running water and day-to-day life, and maybe sometimes she had to avoid the strange eyes of people who didn't come out of that era. Her hands rubbed the blurred lines of the stone bridge, and a statue of watching stood on her back. Maybe her parents left her alone on a stormy night, maybe she saw them leave the stone bridge in a hurry from behind, or maybe the original bridge collapsed on another stormy night. ...

I don't understand how she swam through a long life full of wind and rain alone. I don't understand what pain is hidden under her gentle eyes. In the blurred eyes stretching from the bridge fence to the distant mountains, there seems to be some kind of power defending grandma, like wings forged by Sichuan wind and rain. The children under her protection, the warm hands of the long bluestone from home to the market, the words and deeds under the huge banyan tree in front of the door, and the candy that came out of nowhere grew up in the world that grandma worked hard to create, but found nothing hidden.

Walking through the criss-crossing water and drifting in the distant and steep mountains and rivers, you have never dared to cross the distant mountains within sight, and even the existence of the pale outline is a question mark, but you vaguely understand that the distant mountains are a distance you can only hope to reach, and you need to keep a certain distance and exist in your memory. You believe that the figure by the bridge must be waiting for their return, and the existence of distant mountains only makes sense under the gaze.

You begin to understand that no matter where you are displaced, where you drift, and after many storms, there is always a village that stays in the depths of memory and has not changed. Look at the figure of the bridge, leaving you with an unreachable distance from the distant mountains.

Chapter 5: The Distance of Dreams

There is a life higher than life, and that is a dream!

Everyone has a dream, or has the experience of "chasing dreams". Of course there will be thinking about dreams.

A drop of water in the lake, dreaming that it can be a rainbow after rain, but this is just a dream, and he will not be a rainbow after all; A pebble lies in the slag heap, hoping to become a striking gem. However, it cannot be a gem after all. I sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, thinking about my dream, but like white clouds, it will eventually go with the wind in the passage of time.

I can't help being so sad.

/kloc-for 0/6 years, I found that I could never be an athlete or a master of art. These childhood dreams drifted away like dandelions, leaving a familiar figure in the air. I was surrounded by fate in the middle of the castle of life, and a door closed behind me. I can't bear to look back, for fear that the black on the door will show an extremely firm refusal.

I was awakened, awakened by a dream voice that penetrated infinite time and space! It, tell me: know yourself.

I finally found myself so far away from my dream, as if I were out of my existence. I have no strong body. Black Lightning in that track and field only belongs to Lewis, and I will always be a spectator. I have no artistic talent. Mona Lisa's smile belongs only to Leonardo da Vinci, and I can only be an admirer. I only silently blessed in my heart, and then another dream door closed.

However, I can't regret it any more. I realized that people are not born perfect. When the dandelion wrapped in childhood dreams floats farther and farther, the goal of life becomes clearer and clearer. This may be life.

On the long road of life, beautiful dreams are shattered one by one, but it is courage to be in a Greek tragedy without being knocked down. Because of this courage, Roosevelt, whose leg was broken, dared to dream a presidential dream, Helen Keller, who was blind, dared to look forward to three days of light, and Martin Luther King, who suffered from racial discrimination, dared to swear "I have a dream" under the statue of Lincoln. Because of this courage, the mountain became a smooth road, and life was directed into a comedy.

The sun is still shining and the distance is still far away. But I went into battle lightly, pursuing and creating new dreams in the season when the flowers are blooming and the wind is light and the clouds are light.

Chapter 6: The Distance of Fatherly Love

Thousands of miles away, maybe you are working hard, maybe you are lying in bed in a daze, maybe you are wondering when to come back to see me, maybe this is the distance of father's love.

Terry is the lead singer of Panther Paradise. More than ten years ago, he gave up the colorful stage and his own microphone for his son with congenital developmental defects.

I felt a little incredible and thought of my father at the same time. My father is a coal miner. In order to have a better learning environment, he came to work in Shaanxi not far from Wan Li, and worked tirelessly under the scorching sun every day. Terry's story is like a flying butterfly, pulling me back and reminding me of it.

That day, I came home from a party with my classmates, and when I remembered that I needed a bicycle, I dialed my father's phone. "Hey, Dad, when will you come back?" Buy me a bike when you come back. Going out to play with classmates is too inconvenient to walk. ""ok, I'll buy it for you when I come back. " Dad's voice was still a little tired. Maybe he was tired from work. At this moment, I heard another voice, my uncle. "Chen Ran, your father's tonsils are inflamed again. He hasn't eaten for days. ""huh? How could I not know? " "Don't listen to your uncle nonsense, I'm fine. "Dad seems to have grabbed the phone back, and I can still hear the tired voice." Dad, don't always take it with you when you are sick. Go to the hospital if you need anything. ""Well, don't worry, I'll come back to see you in a few days and buy you a bike, ah! " "Ok, bye, Dad." Dad put down the phone, but it seems that he forgot to hang up. I vaguely heard him say to his uncle, "What did you say in front of the children? Just go back and take two pictures! "!

This sentence, like a sharp knife, plunged into my heart. My tears came out reluctantly. "Dad, I used to call you when I needed your help, but I never thought about greeting your work and physical condition. Sorry. " I sobbed quietly, waiting for the tired voice. Why are you crying? It's okay. Dad will be back in a few days.

From that moment on, I realized what an unfilial son I was. "Children want to raise and don't stay close", I will take advantage of my father's good health and accompany him out when he goes home to rest.

On the day you left, the distance between us grew farther and farther, but your love for me never diminished. No matter how far apart we are, your love will always be by my side.

Chapter 7: The Distance of Goodness

In the rustling air, I kept rubbing my hands up and down to keep warm, and kept sending warm air to my palms with my mouth. Complaining about the "sea of people" in the consulting room, someone familiar with the doctor went up. Have pity on me, a humble little fellow. In this case, I have to wait for everyone to leave before it's my turn!

In this dense crowd, an elderly grandmother caught my attention. I saw her wearing a thick cotton gown, her hands crossed on her chest, wearing a velvet hat, her feet flat and close together, sitting on a stool shivering. Hands crossed on the chest is particularly obvious, and the hands are rough and dark brown, as if covered with mud.

It's just me and the old woman in the clinic. Seeing that she was asleep, I wanted to go to the doctor to get the medicine, but I thought of the old woman next to me and let her have a look first. I went to the old woman, patted her on the shoulder and asked with concern, "It's your turn, grandma!" " "She narrowed her eyes slightly and said," Oh! Thank you! "The doctor said that the old woman had high blood pressure and needed an intravenous drip. I stood by and heard it. The old woman stood up with the medicine list and dragged her stiff body away slowly. I feel the doctor's pulse and take the medicine list to the pharmacy.

I was holding several bags of western medicine, and was about to leave when I saw the scene of an old woman taking an intravenous drip. The old lady curled up peacefully on the wooden stool and held out her right hand for the nurse to prick the needle. The nurse is also very strange, her forehead is full of sweat and her palms are still a little sweaty. Although she brought all the tools, her hands were still shaking slightly. Oh! I came to the hospital for internship. ...

She first opened the old woman's sleeve, then tied her lower arm with plastic glue, and then let her hold her hand half-way. The action is very stiff, it should be the first time to give someone an injection! She held the grandmother's hand in her left hand and the needle in her right. She put the needle flat on her hand and plunged it into the blood vessel. After all, the internship is inexperienced, and she didn't have a blood vessel. At this time, she panicked and quickly pulled out the needle. At this time, the grandmother narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, little girl, take your time!" " "Internship girl also embarrassed to say," I'm sorry, old lady! "

The nurse student calmed down, took a long breath and exhaled. She patted the old woman's hand, carefully looked at the blood vessels, once again put the needle flat on her hand and gently plunged into the blood vessels. This time, she succeeded smoothly and breathed a long sigh of relief. The old woman also showed a knowing smile. "Don't be so anxious in the future!" The old woman seems to give the nurse a piece of advice.

At this time, I feel that several packages of medicine in my hand are very heavy. On the way home, I was full of thoughts. Without the tolerance of the old woman, the intern nurse may not be so smooth. Heart is better than heart, goodness is better than goodness, and the distance of goodness is near!

Chapter 8: Eternal Distance

Eternal distance The distance between people is emotion; The distance between love and hate is conscience; The distance between heaven and earth is eternal.

"The distance between us is family." She whispered.

She never understood why her parents divorced. "Because there is a third party? Or is it because of emotional discord? Maybe ... something else. "

She has been thinking about this problem for a week since her parents divorced.

The next week, he came.

As soon as he entered the room, she felt an unusual atmosphere. First of all, his mother opened a long-lost smile again. Second, he and his mother held hands. She suddenly understood, turned and walked into the house. ...

The door was open. It's mom. She felt a little uncomfortable when she saw her daughter in tears. She left a message "We will get married in two weeks" and went out. Only the rain outside the window accompanied her crying.

Two weeks later, they got married. The wedding was very lively, except for her. She doesn't want to go. She misses her father.

He naturally moved in. Every day, he scrambled to do housework; Every day, he walks with his mother. There are fewer wrinkles on mom's face and a deeper smile. And her heart, the more hurt.

One rainy morning, the weather was extremely cold.

At breakfast, she had a quarrel with her mother and went to school in a short shirt. "It's too cold. If I had known, I would have added a dress. " She said to herself.

After two classes, the class teacher found her and said that her father came to her with clothes. She suddenly remembered her father: didn't dad often come to send her clothes before? But that man, he's not dad. When she went downstairs and saw him standing in the wind and rain, she suddenly had an impulse to call him "Dad". But she didn't scream after all. She snatched the clothes from him and walked back to the classroom without looking back. ...

She felt that she was getting closer to him.

It's another rainy autumn morning, and she and her mother are in conflict over some trivial matters. What's more, he also helped his mother speak for himself. She stormed out of the house.

She doesn't know that he has been following her. She was very angry and scolded him over and over again in her mind, saying that he was fine. The distance that was shortened before suddenly became much farther.

When crossing the road, she only thought about her bad luck and didn't pay attention to the Mercedes-Benz vehicles. A big truck came at a gallop. "Look out!" He gave a cry. She paused and glanced at the car subconsciously, but her feet couldn't lift. She only felt that there was a powerful force pulling her. "Bang!" The heavy noise woke her up. "Dad!" She finally cried. He smiled in a pool of blood, and he finally heard the word "dad" ...

She took the photo that she reluctantly took with him before, and murmured, "Now, I am in the sky with you and the other is on the ground. This is the eternal distance ... "