"Searching" is written with a subtitle

1. Subtitle of the composition "Searching"

Searching for family love If there is no family love in the world, it is like not finding the warm full moon in the night sky on August 15th.

If there is no family love in the world, it is like losing the spring rain in spring to nourish all things. Warmth in the Severe Winter One late winter night, in the dead of night, there was silence all around.

I lay on the bed with a warm thick quilt covering me. I slowly opened my eyes hazy.

I found that the light in the room was still on. I looked at the branches blown by the cold wind outside the window and thought it was so late, "Why aren't you sleeping, Mom?" I put on my coat and went to my mother's bed and asked with concern, "Why aren't you sleeping, Mom?" Hearing this, he slowly raised his head and looked at me and said, "The weather forecast says it will drop to two or three degrees tomorrow. I'm worried that your hands will be frozen, so I'll just make you a pair of gloves."

I She shook her head and said, "Mom, I'm not cold. You have worked hard all day, so it's time to rest early." Mom touched my little head with her gentle hand, shook her hand and said, "Your little hands will be frozen tomorrow." , how can I write well? If I don't do my homework well, it will affect my grades.

You'd better leave me alone and go to bed!" I had no choice but to lie on the warm bed again, but I couldn't help it. Can't sleep. My mother's red, swollen and bloodshot eyes always come to mind.

Mom, you are so kind! I couldn't help but think of the past again. The warmth in the confusion remembers that it was a late autumn afternoon. When school was over, it was raining heavily. I walked home in the heavy rain. On the way, I always felt top-heavy, and I fell on the bed when I got home.

In the evening, my mother came back from get off work and saw me lying on the bed. She came over and touched my head. I thought it must be very hot. My mother looked at my painful expression and looked at the heavy rain outside the window. She hurriedly put on her raincoat, picked me up and walked to the hospital.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the relentless rain kept coming. My mother was afraid that I would be caught in the rain, so she covered me with most of the raincoat. I don’t understand why the hospital is so close to our home, but it seems so far away now.

My mother was soaked by the rain, but she went through the hospitalization procedures for me. The doctor gave me an injection. After taking the medicine, I fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up and saw my mother sleeping next to me. I silently thought of a poem my father taught me when I was a child: "The thread in a loving mother's hands, and the clothes on a wanderer's body." If we meet closely, we may be late to return.

Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."

2. Taking "Searching" as the title

Searching

The world of the heart, a maple leaf gently floating down in the lonely and silent midnight. In the silent mind, wisps of purple smoke gradually rose, and suddenly, another spring breeze as smooth as a silk scarf blew through. The world in my heart diligently copied my young thoughts and pushed me into the dust of yesterday. My heart is searching hard for the sincere sky, the harmonious water and the red pomegranate in June.

The day before yesterday, under the sunny camphor tree, there was only the fragrance of purple flowing. The pure world wraps up our friendship and passion. There is no smell of money, no cross-eyed competition, no sharp northwest wind, and no arrogant roar of golden roosters. Just like colorful butterflies kissing in the flowers, male swallows gliding on the runway, and weeping willows swaying in the breeze.

This is a civilization built on tombs, accompanied by green mountains and white water. The sweet dew moistens the children's throats, and the mellow morning reading composes the most beautiful song under the morning sun.

There is no dignity here, no you and me, no corner without sunshine. The melodious ringing of the bell, accompanied by the children's even breathing, and the respectable principal and teachers arrived in silence. In the classroom, the principal's humor and the teacher's free and easy attitude were like putting a kite into the students' narrow minds, and groups of pigeons bathed in the wind of peace took off from the cemetery.

How many twilights are dim, how many stars and moons hang high. Leaders and teachers without any subsidy are still in the classroom describing the glory of the children's tomorrow.

At some point, the smell of copper filled the air. The spring breeze is no longer fragrant, and the drizzle is no longer so moist. Everything seems to have returned to the old age of "Long live my emperor!" This was an unbearable yesterday. Finally, the cold air from Siberia came, and the school suddenly became a "vegetable market", "casino" and "trading company". "Nobles" and "commoners" came into being. The steps in the principal's office suddenly became taller, the teacher's leg bones became thinner, and his waist bent involuntarily. In the school, the money wind blew away the harmonious rain, and the strange-flavored beans burned the stomachs of teachers and students.

The most uncomfortable thing is today’s winter. Deep scars have been carved in the world, scars that are difficult to heal. The story on the cemetery has been transformed into today's pain and tomorrow's sorrow. Sun Wukong can change seventy-two, and although Old Zhu can only change thirty-six, because Old Zhu is the village chief of Gao Laozhuang, he can gain both fame and fortune due to his stability. Taking the seat at the right time, regardless of mediocrity, it chilled the already tepid heart.

Don’t do porcelain work without diamonds.

Eight out of ten, you can only be a firearms keeper; you can't repair airplanes, you can only be a statistician; you can't write prescriptions, you can only be a nurse...

If a custodian If you are better than a sharpshooter in taking notes, a statistician is better than a master craftsman, and a young nurse is better than a famous doctor, then it is normal for you to lose the battle on the battlefield, the plane will crash to the ground, and the patients will die.

I am looking for the day before yesterday, even though I know it is a dream that cannot come. But I am still waiting eagerly, looking for the sincere sky, harmonious water and red pomegranate June.

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"Looking" Searching and searching, every day again Why not spend time searching? What do we gain from "seeking"? What insights do we have in "searching"? Let us review the long river of history to interpret the wisdom of our ancestors. "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." Qu Yuan left the real world and searched for the imaginary kingdom of heaven. He went up to heaven and earth, Traveling across the sky, he unswervingly pursues ideals and truth. He is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and moves forward indomitably, pursuing and searching for his own way to serve the country, the way to the prosperity of the Chu Kingdom, and the way to the Kingdom of Heaven where he can be liberated. However, "no one in the country knows who I am" and it is difficult to realize his ideals and ambitions. "Since I am not satisfied with doing good government, I will live in Peng Xianzhi." He was painful and contradictory, and finally chose to drown himself in the river. Committed suicide. It can be said that Qu Yuan's life was spent in search, pursuing ideals in "searching". "Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? There are so many people outside Jinguan City." Du Fu made a special trip to visit Wuhou Temple outside Jinguan City. , in memory of the sage who had unrealized ambitions. Du Fu had infinite reverence and admiration for Zhuge Liang. He gave him a very high evaluation in both "The Prime Minister of Shu" and "The Eight Formations". In nostalgia for the past At the same time, Du Fu also deeply regretted that Zhuge Liang "died before he left the army". In "Eight Formations", he pointed out that this eternal regret lies in the mistake of swallowing Wu. The world has countless poems about Zhuge Liang, but this is the only one " "Xun" ranked first. In the tranquility surrounded by green cypresses, Du Fu searched, sighed, looked for relics, looked for history, felt about things and people, recalled the sages, and summarized history in "Xun". "Xun Zhang excerpts" "Old tune, the dawn moon is like a curtain hanging with a jade bow." Li He was busy looking for gorgeous words in the pile of books, and was tired of composing poems and compositions. However, his fate was unfair, and he, who "should take the clouds in his mind as a young man," was not destined to be a Jinshi; the country After years of fighting, the court emphasized martial arts over literature, but he had no place to put his talents to use. He could only stay in his study, searching helplessly, experiencing the miserable situation of not finding his talents. He lamented, "Why don't men bring Wu hooks and charge Guanshan fifty "zhou", he expressed the helplessness and indignation of "like a scholar with thousands of households", his writing and writing are useless, and he revealed his worries and uneasiness about the court and state affairs. Li He searched and sighed. In the "searching" Understanding life. "I searched for him hundreds of times in the crowd, but when I suddenly looked back, he was there in the dim light." Xin Qiji searched hard for her on the streets with bustling traffic and colorful lights - this confidant and beauty who was independent, unconventional and unconventional. After returning to the Southern Song Dynasty through hardships, Xin Qiji immediately lost the steel sword in his hand and was not reused by the court. He wanted to kill thieves but had no way to find a job, so he could only devote his love to poetry. The solitary and sober beauty in the dim light was not Xin Qiji. Self-explanation? Xin Qiji was searching, expressing his aloofness that he was willing to be lonely and not admiring glory, and his ideal of not coveting comfort and not following the crowd. Everyone was drunk and I was sober, indifferent and alone, feeling sorry for myself. In "Searching" Revealing one's true feelings. Qu Yuan is looking, Du Fu is looking, Li He is looking, Xin Qiji is also looking. Pursue ideals in "seeking", and reveal one's true feelings in "seeking". It turns out that "seeking" can bring so many gains and benefits. Enlightenment. Following the footsteps of our ancestors, let us search, discover, and explore in our lives, and dig out more protection in the "searching".

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Listening to the Rain

When I was a child, I lived under a tiled house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the pattering and sad sounds. The sad sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest. I can't hear the sound of rain and feel sad. It seems that my life lacks a lot of aura, the softest and weakest things that can move people, and my heart is slowly deserting.

So I missed the sound of rain in the tiled house.

Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tiled house is different. Raindrops tinkling on it, making a pleasant sound immediately. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down and the sound becomes weaker. It penetrates your heart gently, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play their due diligence, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain are overflowing. Endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighing. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the ambition of "the parasol tree is also drizzling, and at dusk ", bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty".

Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes.

In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again. In the mist, there was a strange mood in the sound of rain, the kind that we had not communicated with for a long time. It is thousands of miles away from me, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I felt the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused.

Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past. I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before?

There is a poem: "The young man is listening to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dark with red candles. The mature man is listening to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind." Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time. What the sound of rain hits, apart from the echoes of the years, is also the unbearable regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed. It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain on this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue.

The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat...

5. The subtitle of the 800-word junior high school essay titled "Looking" is about family love

Looking for family love

"Where is family love? I can't see or touch it." In fact, family love is around us. Family love is priceless. Family love is like your shadow, following you. Family love will Let you have extravagant hopes, family love will make you happy.

I have always longed for family love, but it has never been realized. What I extravagantly hope for is the family relationship between me and my parents. Because there is a big conflict between me and my parents, and this conflict is "hatred". My parents are farmers and because of their busy work, I learned to take care of myself since I was a child. It was because of this that the hatred between me and my parents began. They didn't care much about me since I was a child. Since I didn't like to have contact with my parents since I was a child, I started to be jealous of those classmates whose parents loved me very much. I have had jealousy since I was a child. It was this mentality that set me on the road to finding family love. ah! I haven't found any clues about "personal invitation" for so many years. Finally, one time I fell ill and I found this precious "family love". That year, I suffered from nephritis and my parents were away from home. When I heard the news, they both had to go back to my hometown to take care of me. I originally thought that my parents would not want me anymore. But no one expected that they would care about me and love me so much. My previous thinking was wrong. In fact, how can parents not love their children? It's just that they love in different ways. And my parents are like this. Although this kind of love is very thin, I have found my family love.

Family love is all around us, but you haven’t noticed it. Family love is in one of your setbacks. It depends on how you face it. The love you get back is also precious. Family love is priceless. Sometimes it is easy to find, but sometimes it is naughty and you will never find it. Come on, let us hold hands and find the lost family love!

6. Searching

In a confused desert, a person is walking and walking, just looking for a life-saving oasis. And that person is me, the virtual me, and the real me is looking for the love that has been away from me for a long time.

I have been looking for love, looking for the footprints that love has walked, looking for the steps of love, but to no avail, when I was about to despair. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, which made me feel a little cold. My mother put a coat on my back. At this moment, I understand, isn’t that small gesture a reflection of love? It turns out that love has never left us. He is fair to everyone. We will never lose him, nor will he leave us. It’s just that we can’t touch it with our hands or see it with our eyes. He has been lurking around us silently. Only when we put our minds to it can we feel it. Because of love in life, our life will not become empty or boring. The love between friends when encountering difficulties, and the love of parents when they are sick. It is precisely because of this love that such a colorful world is formed. Thanks to love, this earth is full of life. Tell the story of love

Love, this intoxicating word, creates the colorful life of human beings. The world of love is full of sunshine and color. It is difficult for us to imagine how terrible it would be if there was no love in the world.

Love will create an infinite sky for life. Bathed in the sunshine of love, we can turn indifference into kindness, and turn hatred into tolerance

In life, we really need a love, a kind of tolerance and magnanimity that are born from love. With attitude and indifference, you will see the world as beautiful. When the flower of love blooms in the depths of our souls, all worldly worries, disputes, and misunderstandings will vanish into ashes and turn into a warmth like spring breeze and rain.

I remember it was a Friday night. I turned on the TV, tuned to the art channel, and watched the program "Moved by Lightning Star". This time I am talking about a college student from Fudan University who suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and became bedridden and became a vegetative state. His parents are ordinary workers and cannot afford the huge medical expenses. But this college student likes to listen to Guangliang's songs very much. Whenever Guangliang's songs are played, he will react; his hands will rise a little. Or open your mouth wider. They seemed very happy and wanted to sing together.

After Guangliang learned of this situation, he immediately wrote a letter to the college student to encourage him and told him that he would definitely wake up. Later, he came to "Lightning Star Touched" and did a program. In the program, he used a real case of a college student who suffered a cerebral hemorrhage but had no money for medical treatment, which moved many kind-hearted people, and they donated their love to the college students.

Guangliang also held a "love auction" and put a piece of clothing he wore when he was filming the cover of his new album as an auction item. The price started at one yuan and was auctioned. At this time, Guangliang sang "Fairy Tale", a favorite song among college students. Once again, everyone donated money to college students. The scene was very touching. I also shed tears and sent text messages to the program team, because a text message represents my whole heart. In the end, Guangliang successfully raised the medical expenses for the college student

At this time, the familiar melody sounded again.

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Looking for grandma’s love

In my sleepy eyes, I saw your figure, your thin but blurry figure. For the past two years, I have been thinking about you day and night; I woke up in the middle of the night, crying and looking for you; I want to rely on you most...

Do you remember? In the past, in school, no matter how many worries I had, as long as I stood in front of my house and smelled the mouth-watering food, I would forget everything. I always rush into the house, throw off my schoolbag, and shout to you: "Grandma, I'm back!" I clearly remember that in the kitchen, under the roaring range hood, you came back to look at me, smiling. The ground pushed me out of the kitchen, and the smooth touch still remains on my skin.

When I am troubled, the one I want to rely on most is you.

Under the dim light, gentle dust flutters and falls on your silver hair. You were leaning on the ancient mahogany recliner, and your favorite tin opera was singing on the radio on the Eight Immortals table. You also hummed along quietly, flipping through a yellowed cookbook in your hand, and muttering a few words from time to time: "The little girl is growing. She needs to take good care of her body." I made a little noise inadvertently, which alarmed you. You looked at me standing at the door and said, "Girl, how about we eat chicken today?"

When I was growing up, you were the one I wanted to rely on most.

When you open your eyes, they are filled with powerless white. When you look to the side, you can see you rushing into the door anxiously. When you enter, you shout to your parents sitting opposite: "Not even a child." I know how to take care of you. How many times have you been hospitalized this month?" He turned around, looked at me who was sick, and said lovingly: "How are you feeling? Grandma brought you your favorite bone soup, please eat some. !" You gently held my back, picked me up, and sat up. Your eyes fell on my left hand, which was full of pinholes, and you said lovingly: "I'll hold it, you can eat it!" Looking at each other with tender eyes, I saw the tenderness and pain in your eyes.

When I am weak, the one I want to rely on most is you.

"Every time I ask you to be serious and careful, why do you only take this test?" Whenever my mother's scolding sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I will not Scared no more. Pushing open the door, you frowned and lectured your mother: "The child has already said that she has tried her best. Besides, she is already so good, so there is very little room for improvement!" Grandma, do you know, if I had a handful at this time? Iron, I really want to iron your frown!

When I feel wronged, you are the one I want to rely on most.

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Suddenly woke up from the dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years, it's been two years since you left me, your face has changed from familiar to blurry in my heart, but you are the one I want to rely on most. In the kitchen, there is no fragrant food; under the light, there is no tin opera and recipes; when I am sick, there is no bone soup; when I am scolded, there is no help from you, but you are the one I want to rely on most.

8. Find an essay with a subtitle,

Color of Life

White

I don’t know whether Qu Yuan was naked when he died. White clothes, I think so, white is his color. In that turbulent era, he was so noble. Her hair is spread out and her hair is drooping, her appearance is haggard, and her white sleeves are floating by the river. The whole world is turbid, but you are the only one who is pure. "You will never be able to change your mind and follow the customs." You are a pioneer of the times, you have seen through the political darkness, and you would rather be broken into pieces than join the others. Yes, "How can you use the whiteness of Hao Hao and the warmth of the world?" So you, unwilling to be black, chose to die. The clear current of Miluo River accepted you, so the white clothes wandered with your noble soul. On the river and in the sky. Are you excited? Choose with your heart.

Green

Blue comes from blue and blue comes from blue. The publicity without blue is more ethereal, melancholy and helpless than blue. Oh, is it you? Lay Buddhist Qinglian? They say that you are the greatest romantic poet, with countless wonderful thoughts and strange behaviors, but I saw that "your white hair is three thousand feet long, and your fate is as long as your head." You have the same feelings as the brother surnamed Du, but your unruly character determines that you will become an "exiled immortal". "Look up to the sky and go out with a smile. How can we be the people of Penghao?" Throughout the ages, there is always a green lotus swaying in the wind. Are you excited? Choose with your heart.

Black

In the darkness you were born, you awakened, and you fought endlessly.

The great Mr. Lu Xun, in those stormy times, you endured the pain of "everyone was drunk, but I was awake alone". The night gives you black eyes, but you use them to look for light! You use your fighting words to awaken the ignorant Chinese people and tear apart the rule of darkness. Black determines your dignified character, and the light you lit will always be on in the darkness. Are you excited? Choose with your heart.

The colors of life, red is about fighting for the country regardless of the consequences, white is about staying alone and not joining the crowd, cyan is about the unruly and melancholy artist temperament, and black is about the heart of a warrior who is under heavy pressure. They are all colorful, please. Choose carefully with your heart.

The brief review article uses four colors as subtitles to vividly illustrate the different colors of life. Yue Fei's bright red color of life is so tragic and desolate. Doesn't he have a strong note in the patriotic song that echoes over the land of China today? Qu Yuan's pure white color of life is so noble. Doesn't his essence exist in today's traditional Chinese virtues? Li Bai's green and blue life is so full of imagination and romance. Isn't he a shining pearl in the treasure house of Chinese splendid literature today? Lu Xun's "black" color of life is so solemn. Isn't his flag in the "soul" of the Chinese nation today?

9. Looking for subtitles, urgent,,, online, etc. of several essays

"Looking"

Looking for, looking for, looking for, how can I not be there every day? Spend time searching? What do we gain from "searching"? What insights do we have in "searching"? Let us review the long history of history and interpret the wisdom of our ancestors.

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

Qu Yuan left the real world and searched for the imaginary kingdom of heaven. He went to heaven and earth, traveled across the sky, and unswervingly pursued ideals and truth. He was not afraid of hardships and dangers, and moved forward indomitably, pursuing and searching for his own way to serve the country, the way to the prosperity of the Chu Kingdom, and the way to the Kingdom of Heaven where he could be liberated.

However, "no one in the country knows who I am", and it is difficult to realize his ideals and ambitions. "Since I am not satisfied with serving beautiful politics, I will live in Peng Xianzhi." He was painful and conflicted, and finally chose to commit suicide by drowning himself in the river.

Qu Yuan’s life can be said to be spent in search and pursuit of ideals.

"Where can I find the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister? There are so many people outside Jinguan City."

Du Fu made a special trip to visit the Wuhou Temple outside Jinguan City to commemorate the sage whose great ambitions were not fulfilled. Du Fu had infinite reverence and admiration for Zhuge Liang, and he spoke highly of him both in "The Prime Minister of Shu" and "The Eight Formations".

While nostalgic for the past, Du Fu also deeply regretted that Zhuge Liang "died before leaving the army". In "Eight Formations", he pointed out that this eternal regret lies in the mistake of swallowing Wu. There are countless poems chanted by Zhuge Liang, but "Xun" ranks first among them.

In the tranquility surrounded by green cypresses, Du Fu searched, sighed, looked for relics, looked for history, felt about things and people, recalled the sages, and summarized history in the "search".

"Looking for chapters and excerpting old tunes, a jade bow hanging on the curtain of the dawn moon."

Li He was busy looking for gorgeous words and phrases in the pile of books, and was tired of composing poems and compositions. However, his fate was unfair, and he was not destined to become a Jinshi, as he was "a young man who had nothing to worry about". The country was in continuous wars, and the court valued military affairs over literature, but he was full of talents and had no place to use them. He could only stay trapped in his study, searching helplessly, experiencing the miserable situation of not finding his talent.

He sighed with emotion, "Why don't men bring Wu hooks and collect the fifty states in Guanshan?" He expressed his helplessness and indignation at "like a scholar with ten thousand households", who wrote and wrote but was of no use. He expressed his dissatisfaction with the imperial court. , worries and uneasiness about state affairs.

Li He searched and sighed. Understand life through "searching".

"The crowd searched for him for thousands of times, but when he suddenly looked back, he was there in the dim light."

Xin Qiji searched hard for her - this person on the streets with busy traffic and lights. A confidant and beauty who is independent and unconventional.

After going through many hardships and returning to the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji immediately lost the steel sword in his hand and was not reused by the court. He wanted to kill thieves but had no way to find a way out, so he could only put his love in poetry. Isn't that the sober and sober beauty in the dimly lit place, Xin Qiji's self-explanation? Xin Qiji searched for it, expressing his aloofness that he was willing to be lonely and not admiring glory, and his ideal of not coveting comfort and not following the crowd.

When everyone is drunk, I wake up alone, indifferent and lonely, feeling sorry for myself. Show your feelings in "seeking".

Qu Yuan is looking for it, Du Fu is looking for it, Li He is looking for it, and Xin Qiji is also looking for it. Pursue ideals in "seeking" and express your feelings in "seeking". It turns out that "searching" can bring so much gain and insight. Following the footsteps of our ancestors, let us search, discover, and explore in our lives, and dig out more security in the "searching".

10. An essay with the title of "Searching"

Searching, looking for life

Walking, searching, telling the story of life in the sunset

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Living alone will inevitably make me feel depressed and lonely at times. But more often than not, I feel safe and happy.

I Still drinking my bitter coffee, listening to my music, writing my graffiti, living step by step, wasting precious time in boredom, wandering on the road of life in confusion. Go, go. ,Walk.

A twenty-year-old man shamelessly asked for money from his elders to fulfill his material desires and lived a material life of excessive consumption. In fact, I did not enter a prestigious university at the expense of impressive grades. threshold, but everything I use to package myself is a famous brand; I don’t have an open or bright future for me to go on, I just live the life of a decadent person in a hazy way day by day; I have no friends and confidants to show off or support each other. I don’t have a girlfriend to worry about. All I have is an arrogant and indifferent heart, and a body that walks alone on the road of life with a tolerant attitude. Sometimes it’s more difficult, and more often than not, I have to endure loneliness and loneliness. Even disappointed.

But I am still looking for writing in the dark. Maybe writing is my only hobby now. In the relatively closed days and spaces, I don’t understand the meaning contained in it. Although I I am a low-key person, but I know that it belongs to me, at least it belongs to me now.

This is a hot summer. This is a lonely and unbearable summer. This is decadence or space. I know that I will spend two full months of boring life in this summer of heat, loneliness and space without caring about it.

The color of life seems to have receded, and every day As always. Write thousands of words of trivial past events, make two or three cups of instant coffee, play endless tapes of Italian classical music, read thousands of words of novels, and talk to others about words that have nothing to do with you. Feel the heat of the sun and the restlessness of the mood. When the pale moonlight shines on the earth, when the surroundings are filled with loneliness, the night is late, I am tired, so the day should end.

Life is like this I said goodbye to the joyful campus life and my high school career. I finally stepped out of the hustle and bustle, but this step was a bit monotonous and confusing. I was stupid and knew that I didn’t know where the road ahead was, but I stubbornly kept my head. I won’t look back. This is the price you have to pay for a last-ditch fight. There is no choice.

The middle school years are just a time to change yourself. Farewell, even if you haven’t changed or how you have changed, it doesn’t really matter. , and it’s not worth remembering. The college years are just a time to refine ourselves. Although we yearn for it in our youth, it does not mean that it is the last stronghold. In fact, all of this is nothing more than that. Important What is important is to consider how to go on.

I know that there are many roads in front of me. But if I have to choose, I will step into the vast desert. Because walking in the desert will leave footprints. It is your own footprints. Looking back, you can see the curves you left behind, which is a comfort. After all, it is your own cathode. Although you have gone through hardships, the aftertaste is sweet. You know, it means something to you.

I know this reality.

When a person is superior, when a person achieves both fame and wealth, that person is no longer the same person as before. Everything is in balance. Insignificant, all the ups and downs have become smooth sailing, and everything is facing a reshuffle. This is very cruel, but it is inevitable.

However, the whole life of a person is nothing more than in Following the trajectory of a parabola, when a person reaches the top and gains both fame and wealth, it is nothing more than a short stay. How unspeakable are the melancholy after a flash in the pan and the sigh after failure? ! Even when you show off, you will feel shy and embarrassed.

Others’ comments or scoldings, fame and fortune are precipitated in gossip, indifferent, and forgotten. Only you will remember. However, Memories will only make people feel powerless and unable to make a comeback, so they have to surrender to fate. Life does not bring them, and death does not take them away. In fact, life is as ordinary as life. Everything is just dust in the wind, fleeting.

However, we still fight hard and struggle at the cost of life and time. In fact, we only do it to obtain the material and spiritual energy for survival. Nobility and mediocrity are originally opposites, but they are two different things within the scope of life. However, they have an unprecedented unity. After all, the end result is the same. Different paths lead to the same destination.

The only way to forget the desolation and uncertainty of the world is through the surging heart and tireless struggle of youth. Only when you truly get it can you Suddenly I understood that everything was just like this. It was nothing more than that. Searching, walking, and crowded with people. Waiting with a smile while holding the ticket, waiting for the moment to change my destiny, waiting for the final swim. Then I slowly became depressed and was forgotten by time. Only I had ever Remember. Open up old memories and tell yourself unknown stories.

The setting sun suddenly disappeared into the gorgeous sunset, leaving only a faint afterglow to welcome the arrival of darkness and silence. Everything goes well. Its natural