Deep composition

The heart is a place to store all your laughter and tears. A person can have nothing but a heart.

When the heartbeat stops, people's lives can't go on.

Without a heart, people can't feel the beauty of things around them. Without heart, human existence loses its original beautiful meaning.

If life is like a blank sheet of paper, the beauty and ugliness of life need to be painted by ourselves, then "heart" is the key to judge whether your work is successful or not.

"Heart" is like a box of colored materials. With it, your "painting of life" will be colored. If you accidentally lose it, your life will be sad. It is colorless, flat and empty. People are tired when they look at it. How can they still enjoy it with a little appreciation?

I don't like to paint my life too sad, but there is no need to escape. Just like being punished by the school yesterday, although I feel uncomfortable, I still have to face it when things happen.

"Do you still have sunshine in your heart?" Teacher Feng is coming. "It's okay. Students who are punished after leaving school are called students. Anyone will make mistakes more or less, and I am no exception. " Teacher Feng looked at me, touched my head like a primary school child, and walked slowly back to the podium, not at all like a teacher.

This class is my favorite English class, but I don't seem to listen to Mr. Feng's class very much. I have been thinking about the sentence "Is there still sunshine in your heart?" Thinking of this sentence reminds me of the shadow of a friend. Every time I think of her, this friend will have a sense of happiness. She is my deskmate in the sixth grade of primary school. In my impression, her looks are not outstanding, but her personality has left a lifelong impression on me. Every time I see her, she always smiles. No matter what happens, the sunny smile on her face has never been erased. It seems that "smile" has become a part of her life.

She doesn't need my comfort because she is always happy. She infected me and made me stronger, because I don't like crying. When I was in junior high school, some people said that I was too cold sometimes. I don't want to explain, but it may be more powerful to prove it with practice.

From six to seven, I went back to school for the last time. I didn't say anything, but I couldn't seem to hide my disappointment. Some students cried, but I just watched and didn't comfort them as usual. I watched her sitting next to me, still smiling, smiling so naturally and sweetly. "Will you?" I asked her. "I don't want to, so now I have to appreciate it more. I will cry when I go home. " She said, "I know this feeling for my alma mater in my heart, and I have a heart." Her plain words deeply touched my heart, and I didn't say anything, because I understand that "heart" is the deepest and most transparent thing you hide. As long as you know it in your heart, it doesn't matter if you show it or not.

If you don't know anything inside and are confused, then the vivid "performance" outside will only appear more artificial.

I don't like this, because I promised the deskmate who has always brought me happiness, and I will always leave a ray of the brightest sunshine for myself in my heart. Xiao Li's father came to see him in early summer, and he brought his son a big bag of favorite specialties. I can't help feeling a little jealous when I see that my father and son are conveying their deep affection with their local accent. Wandering outside 16 years, "home" has not faded with the passage of time, but has become stronger and deeper. I especially miss that country town.

Father's love is so subtle that I can't salvage the complete affection in my memory. This feeling didn't reach a boundary until I became a soldier.

I got up early today and sorted out the photos of the computer in recent years.

The earliest time I took pictures with a SLR camera can be traced back to 1997. I bought my second-hand camera Pentax K 1000 in England at that time. This model is very classic and has a large output. Well, the first batch of cameras put into production happened to be my age. Entry-level cameras are purely mechanical.

I took a lot of photos in England, but I lost them when I returned home. When I concentrated on taking pictures, it was mainly 200 1. Working in a consulting company during that time will have many opportunities to go abroad. On holidays, I took my camera, bought a map, packed my luggage and traveled around. Many photos of Yunnan were actually completed under such circumstances. I am over 30 years old. Young and frivolous, I have changed a lot, making me realize that "I" is actually just a speck in this world. Also let me know what life is. If you are used to Kunming, Lijiang, Dali and other tourist spots, you may not know Yunnan, nor do you realize how a group of simple people live simply and contentedly. They are not carved, but they have a simple beauty. It was in Yunnan that I read the Tao Te Ching twice. So far, two places have changed me: one is Britain and the other is Yunnan; The former makes me study hard, while the latter makes me return to simplicity.

From then on, I insisted on going to a new place for a year, seeing people and things there and relaxing.

Memories engraved in my heart.

In our hearts, there is an ancient spiritual castle, which is full of unforgettable memories of people and things in our hearts. In the center of the castle, there is a beautiful stone tablet engraved with our deep memories. These beautiful memories, like a clear spring, always cleanse our hearts and inspire us to move on.

Zhou Tao's persistence is a memory engraved in my heart. I will never forget her charming eyes, confident smile and gentle voice. At first, after graduating from broadcasting college, she applied for a job in a TV station, but she left Sun Shan. Under such a blow, she didn't give up her dream and asked to stay, even if it was a handyman. She is busy fetching water, making tea and sweeping the floor every day, but she secretly practices broadcasting whenever she has time. Her persistence is like the power of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly, which takes her to let her dreams fly with wings. Finally, one day, the leader of Taiwan Province put her on the stage for a pilot broadcast. She became a host with clear voice, charming eyes and confident smile, and later her efforts were transferred to CCTV and became its "gold medal host". Whenever I suffer a blow on the road of growing up, I will think of Zhou Tao. Her persistent figure has made me cross the difficult hurdle. Her persistence is an inexhaustible source of strength on my growth path.

Hillary's tolerance is a memory engraved in my heart. Her tolerance makes her more attractive. "Her book doesn't sell. If it exceeds 1 million, I will eat my shoes. " This is a talk show host's cynicism about Hillary's autobiography. However, within a week, the book sold one million copies. The master had to eat his shoes. But it must be delicious. This is a shoe cake made by Hillary specially for him, which has a delicious seasoning-tolerance. Whenever I have an argument with my classmates and parents, I always think of Hillary's tolerance. Her tolerance is a gas station on my growing road.

The process of our struggle for our dreams is a memory engraved in my heart. Facing the third grade, we learned not to give up; Facing the third grade, we learned to face the difficulties directly; Facing the third grade, we learned to be brave and firm. In order to dream, the precious novels on the bookshelf have been covered with thick dust, the dynamic games in the computer have been ruthlessly killed, and the songs of idols are no longer lingering in my ears. The process of our struggle for our dreams is the most dazzling sky in the night sky in our hearts.

These memories engraved in my heart, like spring breeze, swept away our inner sadness; Like a summer night, it soothes our impetuousness; Like autumn water, it moistens our hearts; Like flowers in winter, it brings us brilliance. ...

torrid summer

Some people say: "The third grade is a song, its melody is passionate and high-pitched, its rhythm is fast and powerful, its feelings are profound and meaningful, and its movement is extremely lively." And high school life is also a song, its melody is harmonious and melancholy, its rhythm is gentle and comfortable, its feelings are implicit, and its movement is stirring and intriguing. My first step into the middle school gate and my last step out of the middle school gate were all in the hot summer!

Standing on the threshold of the university, recalling the ups and downs of the past is not for the sake of completely forgetting, but for the sake of unforgettable memories, the hardships along the way, and looking back at the footprints of past struggles, I feel extremely gratified. Maybe high school life really passed like this, just like fleeting in my memory, but it left me with eternal good memories. I got a lot in high school, and I regarded myself as a treasure. I experienced the military training called "You will regret it for three years if you don't experience it, and you will regret it for half a month if you experience it". Among them, there are joys and sorrows. The days of struggle are stormy, and the days of struggle are full of birds and flowers. But I think senior one is a dream, senior two is a piece of paper, and senior three is a gust of wind, with traces of dreams, paintings and shadows, while clouds have no traces, only souls.

Senior one passed before I knew it. I had nothing but a beautiful story with a girl, and I had no memory.

Senior two is gray. Facing the choice of subjects, I chose liberal arts without thinking, taking books as my friends and pens as my spears.

Entering the third year of high school, the situation is urgent, and it is very solemn and stirring to prepare a horse and sharpen a knife. No wonder some students later wrote, "After the college entrance examination, I weighed myself. To my surprise, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

We killed all the way, passed five levels, killed six generals, and finally got to the college entrance examination. Then I got on the train to Jilin Normal University. Yes, unconsciously, three short and long days have passed, and three years have become memories of a beautiful golden time, which is neither so vigorous nor so understated. What was it like, but it was very hot that summer.

Conte de printemps

When I got to middle school, I really remembered my unforgettable brothers. This emotional gate was surging. I often feel a sense of spring in my heart! Think of my brother who lives opposite me. He sang Lao Lang's "Brother Sleeping on My Upper Bed". Perhaps it is fate that can bring us like-minded people together and create our own unique personality in the depressing and irritable gray high school life. Win a clear sky for us!

The boss is straightforward and enthusiastic, the second is kind and easy-going, the fourth and fifth are silent and cautious, and the sixth is the most humorous and talkative. Let's take the sixth as an example. He was nominated as a lover. As the name implies, he loves the world as the most sacred teacher. He is elegant and humorous, eloquent, and often claims to be a "wise and foolish" lover. He was in the talent contest and he struggled on the court. As long as you look at each other's head, mouth, eyes and nose, you can describe each other vividly. Positioning system is more realistic than radar. When talking about girls, he will be eloquent and dance, just like playing stimulants. Because he has a good feeling for girls, especially when chatting after drinking, it's really a must in the world! It is often said that "feelings are something that can be met but not sought." Although he has an affair with many beautiful women, he is still single because he is afraid of profaning sacred and beautiful words, but his lover has also had romantic love stories. After that drunkenness, he finally got up the courage to confide in the girl, but he quit in the first battle. "If you don't eat shame, you can't honor or disgrace."

Besides, the second child, known as the authentic "Confucius", carries a schoolbag every day, as if fighting guerrilla warfare. Don't call it "turning a deaf ear to things outside the window" Although Confucius is pedantic and inexperienced, he is meticulous and devoted to research. Once, a history teacher asked him to describe a history topic and recite all its related contents word for word until the teacher wanted to quit, because it was terrible to teach such students. ...

In addition, there is the old four with an unusually flexible mind, the boss who can sing and dance well in Northeast China ... our congenial brothers, who performed one humorous legend after another and one imaginative story after another in that boring and lonely day, which made the resigned color less monotonous. ...

The warmth of winter

I met May in the first winter after I entered school.

People say that "you will regret falling in love for three years in high school, and you will regret it for a lifetime if you don't fall in love in high school." When writing this, I thought of a student from Peking University who said, "People can't think absurdly that they are sorry for themselves if they don't talk about a romantic story on the high school campus. Then you are wrong. We can't use our betrayed love as his tool. Looking back now, there was no right or wrong choice at that time, only no regrets. May walked into my fairy tale world like an angel in the snow.

The study in high school is in a hurry, and everyone can't bear the extra thoughts, and the rainy season of youth can't bear the silence like a square tower. Every time I see her, she always looks at the book quietly, and a quiet smile is always rippling around her mouth, like a white marble statue. During that time, I didn't want to study, but only indulged in fantasy.

But because of my hard pursuit and her understanding, the romantic and warm days began soon, but our relationship is very simple, and I don't have any absurd ideas about this perfect angel.

I really appreciate that I met her on that snowy winter day and got to know her through that brave literature. My heart has rekindled my passion for pursuing ideals and perfection. We can tell ourselves our sadness, sadness and joy.

At that time, the mood was like a snowflake, everything was temporarily put aside, and we often sang loudly on cold weekend nights, and the warmth rippled in our hearts. It is often a snowy night, wandering on the white street. Enjoy the beauty of winter together, and the cold-resistant plum blossoms are in full bloom. At that time, life was full of colorful happiness. Although there is no holding hands under the snow, hugging under the sun or hugging under the plum blossom, I am satisfied. Feelings are really a strange thing. Some people get along with you for many years and say hello when they meet. Some people only get along with you for a moment, but stay forever. It seems that we have known each other for several years, which is a tacit understanding of the soul.

During that time, days passed quickly, making people feel the existence of time ... After the college entrance examination, we went our separate ways, and all kinds of beautiful imaginations in our hearts vanished with the cruel reality. I really want to wander to the south with her, to appreciate how desolate it is to watch the bustling and noisy world alone in the street, to appreciate the colorless night, and to understand how the thoughts in my heart tear my heart. She is still so calm, but there is no smile at the corner of her mouth, but there are crystal raindrops in her eyes. I said, "In fact, distance can also produce beauty. How can we dilute our feelings in different places?" I am speechless.

Sitting in the university classroom, I suddenly found that our feelings are no longer simple and beautiful with distance, and they are no longer pure friendship, at least I think so.

I wrote a letter to her in the first half of the university, which was full of my tenderness and silence. I waited for her answer, but I was as cold as a stone, disheartened and cold everywhere.

On the first Christmas after college, this beautiful festival, which does not belong to the yellow race, fluttered like a fairy tale. Many people are giving gifts to each other, and I am silently looking forward to distant stationery. When I was still immersed in advanced mathematics, I received a card, which was so exquisite. Looking at those familiar fonts, my heart was full of warmth and I couldn't wait to open the letter. "Forgive me for taking so long to write to you. I'm not running away from you, and I don't care. Knowing you is a lifetime treasure. I cherish your concern, your truth and your beauty. I don't know whether you love me or not. I can feel the tenderness in your eyes. I think we are still young. No matter how many promises are empty promises, how many can really be fulfilled? How long can that deliberate love last? At that time, you can only do your duty. Your shoulders are too weak to bear the responsibility of my life. Some things are not to be said. You can only hide them in your heart and quietly brew that unique beauty in the dead of night to float his fragrance. I can't tell you what I think. If I can, I hope you will have this friendship forever. No matter how the years pass, this tacit understanding will shape you and me. This beautiful story is very warm ... "

Sitting in my seat with a new year card and a letter in my hand, I feel beautiful and cold in my lonely heart, just like chewing a green olive alone, with mixed feelings ... I remembered her sweet and gentle smile hanging on my mouth and reappeared in front of my eyes.

After chewing for a long time, I took out a piece of paper, wrote my handsome pen words on it, understood the warmth I care about, understood that friendship is the sun of the soul, put it in an envelope, put a stamp on it, put it in the mailbox, and sent my heart to a distant place.

Autumn is not the end.

We have become another group of students in Jilin Normal University. Seeing colorful advertisements and overwhelming posters in the advertising column, I found that the biggest change when I came to college was the change of living environment, and my heart and roots were still wandering in middle school, so it was difficult to get rid of that concern. Sometimes I am familiar with the openness and freedom of the university, tired of the maturity and depth among my classmates, and used to blatant hugs and kisses.

When I get to middle school, I really want to put a touch in my heart.