It is not surprising that we are used to the law of conservation of mass and energy, but we have not been exposed to the law of conservation of fatigue.
I didn't understand the law of conservation of fatigue taught by my teacher until today. Perhaps we are a little unfamiliar with this definition trend, but we have a deep understanding of its internal meaning. Through the following description of the law of conservation of fatigue, we will have a general understanding.
The specific contents of the law of conservation of fatigue are as follows: if you are not tired at this time, you will be tired; This place is not tired or tired; One way or another. The conclusion drawn from the content is that late intervention is better than early intervention.
Indeed, a person's life is not always smooth sailing. Physical exhaustion and mental torture have created a bittersweet life for us. Facing the loess and facing the sky is a kind of fatigue, but thinking about it is another kind of fatigue. We always want to be comfortable, always want to escape from this kind of fatigue here and now, but we don't know that fatigue is not hidden in the past, it is just a way to change the time and place.
Since we know that it is inevitable, we should be fully prepared and face it positively. As Gorky said; Let the storm come more violently!
There are countless late nights, and I am thinking of composing a hymn for you. That's a symphonie fantastique, that's a symphonie fantastique.
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I sacrificed my pen on white paper and wanted to use it to write a song for my local culture. Perhaps the charm is far less than the local charm expressed in Bedrich Smetana's volta river, but I think my local flavor can be recognized. I once fantasized about going out of my poor hometown, listening to Muqam's crooning on the pastures in the north and south of Tianshan Mountain, feeling the melody of long tune in Horqin, and enjoying the long tune of Zhuang opera and ancient paintings in the south. The wildness of the teenager turned into desperation, and I embarked on the road of seeking art. I once patted my chest and proudly admitted the road I had traveled-I will not look back.
I walked out of this dark yellow land for the first time to look for the rainbow after the rain. The first time I saw the staff of Bach, Handel, dvorak, sibelius and others and the charm of tadpoles. For the first time, I sang the great Qin opera in my heart with rock and banhu bangzi.
That's because Tong Wei's ditty shocked me. That night, I watched a special performance of Tongwei ditty in the Conservatory of Music of Normal University. It was a few humble farmers from Tongwei Maying who came to the stage with very impure Mandarin. That night, there were a few spectators in the concert hall of the Conservatory of Music, mostly art students from Tongwei, Huining and Dingxi, as well as college students who loved national culture. In order to see more clearly, I sat in the front row with a fellow villager from Tongwei. Their props are very simple, erhu, dulcimer and a pair of bangzi. The first opening song is "Your Legend", and the singer is a slightly fat farmer in his fifties. His voice is hoarse, just a sad song of Malik's betrothal. He showed the bitterness and frustration of the general after the war to the fullest, and the smoke was rolling, and the soldiers fell on the bloody battlefield. His singing brought me into the reality of war.
It was long, but he sang it word for word. I was shocked and appalled. I asked Tongwei fellow villagers, "What is the position of Tongwei ditty in Tongwei?" He smiled and replied, "Men, women and children can hum a few words." I began to think, maybe they are the real singers in my mind! Whether it's the snow man in Yangchun or the people in Xialiba, they all think so. I never think so. Perhaps the muse mistakenly gave the crown of art to those who should not have it!
That night, all I could think about was Tong Wei's ditty and that charming performance. Their singing skills may be far less than those musicians who are red and purple, known as the stars and the moon, and make the boys and girls crazy now! Why can they remove my local rhyme and keep me awake for a long time? Perhaps it is their soil, their commonness and the rhythm of their inner life! At this moment, I understand why Verdi's La Traviata can bring people's long-accumulated sufferings to vagrancy, Haydn's Surprise can wake up the sleepers, and sibelius's Fenton can arouse every Finn's deep love for the country. It's an indescribable rhyme from their own country.
I thought of my hometown, a place where poverty makes greatness. Their calloused hands, honed by the bitterness of life, can still play songs that yearn for life. From themselves and the wisdom given to them by this land. Maybe without the punishment of the locals, their backs might be straighter. But if there is no local rhyme, it is equivalent to depriving them of their spiritual dominance.
I sat at my desk and washed my soul with regret. I decided to write a song for my motherland.
The next morning, the children still couldn't find it. Kidnapped? Then the criminal will definitely escape in the next few days! After the analysis, officer Huang immediately sent someone to strengthen the monitoring of the toll station leading to the outside world! Day by day passed. After four days without finding the criminal, officer Huang was in a hurry again! For this national model police station, a missing case has no clues for 4 or 5 days, which is really embarrassing! He thought, "Since the criminal has not escaped from Huangpi County, he must have the intention to stay in Huangpi County for some time." After the analysis, officer Huang immediately sent a small number of reconnaissance troops to mix in those streets all day to find out the news, and sent some people to "March" all day to find out the news. The last part of the people all conducted a secret search!
Sure enough, it wasn't long before I found that a man named San recently bought a lot of children's products in the market. Officer Huang immediately sent someone to follow him all day. But 1 failed, because the second and third children were left there every time they went to a crowded place. Then, on the way to follow the third child, someone called the police again. Said two more children were missing! Officer Huang calmly said to his subordinates, "We must' block' the road to the outside world and increase the number of people searching." Soon after, the tracker said that the second child was kidnapped, but the tracker was found by him! Officer Huang immediately rushed over with several special police officers! But ... he escaped! "Cut" officer Huang shouted.
But he knew that Ersan could not run out of the county at this time, and he immediately sent a large number of troops. Prepare to turn Huangpi County upside down!
After a few days, I still couldn't find the second and third children. Officer Huang is a little worried. Although the third child is fine, the five children can't stand it. This makes officer Huang breathless! I've always wanted to grab the penis and save the child! Thinking of inspiration, he asked the tracker to tell the looks of the second and third children at once, and they invited the first person in the national portrait-Lao Xia. In less than an hour, a "two three" appeared! Officer Huang asked the searchers to bring these portraits and ask them one by one!
Finally, two days later, I asked about Ersan's residence. This time, he didn't scare me! He cancelled the searcher's search first. So that the third child can go shopping! A few days later, officer Huang led a large number of people to see the target, and a "general" came. This time, the second child did not escape the police!
Finally, after more than ten days of fighting, the police finally caught the criminal's second child! Five children were also successfully rescued.
Colorful butterflies, with a light posture, shuttle through the delicate flowers, making the mountains in early autumn more enchanting and beautiful.
I stood on the mountain, enjoying the beautiful scenery in early autumn. Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a butterfly. It stopped on a wild flower, and its two spotted wings flapped from time to time. The net-like gold thread is shining, and the light blue tentacles are as slender as brocade. It stands out among a group of butterflies and shines brightly. My eyes followed its footsteps, and along the way, it made my companions stop and stare. This butterfly is so beautiful that it may never be seen again. At this moment, an idea came into my mind-catch the butterfly so that I can see it forever.
At first, I found a glass jar nearby and made a net out of weeds. Looking up, I saw butterflies resting on wild flowers. I grabbed the stems of wild flowers in one hand and covered the net in the other. Aha! Got it! Put the butterfly in the bottle and jump home.
When I got home, I found the butterfly flapping its wings at the jar all the time, trying to escape. Well, you can't escape! So that I can appreciate it! Before going to bed, I took a look at the butterfly. It was already lying at the bottom of the bottle. Why is this happening? Butterflies are not beautiful when they are dead. What should I do? By the way, grandpa knows insects. Ask grandpa. "Grandpa, why do butterflies do this?" "You give it the environment is not appropriate. If the butterfly keeps hitting the glass, its compound eyes and wings will be damaged, and if you don't feed it, it will die easily. It's not too late, let go! " "No, if I let it go, I can't see the butterfly! Don't! " I shouted willfully.
When I woke up the next day, I saw the butterfly's body: it lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle, with its spotted wings broken and my favorite light blue tentacles broken. At this moment, I froze and tears welled up from my eyes. If I hadn't been so greedy and insisted on closing it, the butterfly wouldn't have died. And I, when it was dying, didn't listen to the advice to let it go, and I was still thinking about whether the butterfly would look good when it died. I don't care about its life and death before it dies. I regretted it after it died. Only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it. Now, I have a new understanding of insects: they are not dolls that we want to catch and throw away if we don't want to catch them! They also have life and are part of nature. In the future, we can't hurt them, take them for ourselves, be greedy and want to have them.
I buried the butterfly where I first met it, and it was still so beautiful. Colorful butterflies, with light posture, shuttle back and forth among the endless stream of beautiful flowers, making the mountains in early autumn more enchanting and beautiful. I just don't know any butterflies. ...
Inadvertently, composition 5 of senior three has entered the flower season of 18 years old, and childhood and adolescence have been integrated into the memory of life with the years.
Open the door of dusty memory, and how many past events come to mind like a flood. I suddenly realized that I was taking my time. 18 years, whether it is the joy of success or the pain of failure, whether it is the fragrance of flowers or the bitterness of tears, it has naturally experienced. It's just that time really won't come again
I used to think that as long as my parents were there, I would always be a flower in the greenhouse, which could emit fragrance without wind and rain. But when my father left me, I deeply realized that life is a long road. My parents can only accompany us for a while, and the rest of the road must be left by ourselves.
I used to think that success was close to me. I just had to reach out and pick the fruit of victory and taste its sweetness. But when I tasted the bitterness of failure, I deeply realized that success comes at a price. "There is no such thing as a free lunch", and everything must be won by our own efforts.
I used to think that life was very calm, and a little wind could ripple. But when troubles filled my whole heart, like thousands of knotted knots, I really understood that life is like a boat, with more ups and downs and less calm and comfortable.
I used to think that love is a very simple thing. As long as we cherish each other, we can have eternity. But when people around them leave one by one, their hearts become lonely. When I am lonely, I understand that we can't let our hearts settle. When our feelings fade and begin to deteriorate, it is useless to cherish them again.
Therefore, when I lit the 18 birthday candle, I sang an old song, a joyful song that faded away from ignorance and naivety and gained maturity and reason. It was a touch of growth and made me understand that every smile was my truest strength.
Light the candle of 18 years old, and I have a better dream!
As we students transferred to Grade Three, I began to realize that Grade Three came uninvited.
Just entering the third year of high school, I am both nervous and excited. Not long ago, I was a sophomore, much happier than countless homework at present. I don't know what this unexpected way of college entrance examination is for, but after all, it's a bit uncomfortable to be knocked by the results. Thinking of the end of the second year of high school, I paid so much and still failed. Really want to give up. This kind of giving up is not so much escape as anger.
The whole summer vacation of senior two is only half a month, but I became groggy during this half a month. I don't want to get up late every day. After getting up, I either play computer or read novels, so I hardly touch my textbooks. When I sleep there, I will open my eyes and think about what to do after getting up. If I can't remember, I'll never get up again. This feeling seems to be afraid of waking up, afraid of these facts,
Just muddling through the holidays. In fact, I have blamed myself, but I always think about the bleak results at the end of that period. Perhaps, I am not a strong person, so it is easy to be knocked down by difficulties and become so depressed.
After school started, the head teacher was still looking for me. In fact, my grades in the class are average. He did this because I came second in the middle school entrance examination, I understand. But the more he does this, the more guilty I feel. I feel sorry for him, sorry for his high hopes, sorry for my ambition!
Every day is torture. Maybe math and physics are gobbledygook to me, and I will never know. Actually, I like literature. Growing up, I read a lot of books. Although mathematics and physics are confused now, Chinese still stands. I understand the barrel effect, so I have made great efforts in mathematics and physics, but it is useless.
When I first entered the third year of high school, I had to face the first monthly exam. At this time, the hysteria became much calmer.
Recently, I always need inspirational stories to motivate myself, and I am inexplicably depressed. Looking at the people in the story, I think maybe I can realize my dream by myself. But looking down at my current achievements, I really feel that the future is dark. Unfortunately, no matter how painful, I also know that I am not a person who can be destroyed after all.
I know, the past is the past. I can't find the lost days of Grade One and Grade Two. I will redouble my efforts to make Grade Three more brilliant! I won't give up, I know it's a courtesy of senior three. I don't resist, and I can't resist. I gently said to myself: Senior three, I'm coming. Then, bend your head and think hard about mathematics and physics.
I know that I have always had a dream that a stone will blossom in my heart, so I will take care of it and firmly believe that it is not illusory.
Come on, senior three, I'm coming! I will use the most elegant
For a long time, I have been trying to write a biography for the lazy saint, and it sprouted from the day I met him. But I don't know how to write next time. Until now, procrastination can't solve anything. Now I have to pick up a pen. I can't remember the name of Lazy Saint. It seems that he is surnamed Chen like me, but I can't remember his name and I'm too lazy to invent some fake names instead. False is always false, and it can't be true anyway. Let's call him Chen Lazy Saint!
When the new semester started that year, we naturally became sophomores, and the school arranged dormitories for our students majoring in accounting and art. One day after school at noon, after lunch, the head teacher of the art class called and asked them to pick up a student. After a while, several boys came back with bedding. At this moment, a man came in, tall, fat and tall. Just entered the dormitory and gave us cigarettes. I clearly remember that cigarettes are thirteen boxes of gold leaves. I didn't answer it. He and I don't smoke. He transferred from another vocational school and studied animation design, but our school didn't have this major, so he chose the nearest art major.
He is one year younger than me, but much taller than me. I'm not ashamed in front of him. He likes history, playing chess, playing Tai Ji Chuan and playing online games. In the days to come, we often talk about history and learn chess. Unfortunately, I don't play games. I remember jumping off the wall and surfing the internet with him at night. That day, he showed me a promotional video of his old school.
I got the title of lazy saint. It was also in the dormitory, and we had lunch together. With nothing to do, we sat on the bed and lined up. Mr. A asked Mr. B to help him with his things. Mr. B said that you have hands and feet and you can't take them yourself! In fact, two people just don't want to move, lazy! At this time, he spoke, be a man, be lazy! Why are you so diligent? Lazy sheep is alive and well! That makes sense, that makes sense. As a result, everyone in the dormitory used one sentence to describe how lazy they were, and the atmosphere suddenly became active. But only one person was lying on the bed, motionless, and the quilt hung motionless in the air.
We asked him why he didn't say it. After several times in a row, he finally stammered three words: "I'm too lazy to say it." Finally, the quilt couldn't help falling, and he didn't pick it up. All right, you win! I teased: "There was a poet and a painter in ancient times, and now there is a lazy saint in our dormitory!" " He still couldn't help saying, "I would like to be a lazy saint, at least a saint." He accepted the title gladly, but his tone remained indifferent.
Later in life, I gradually found that the title of lazy saint was not suitable for him, and he was a bit unworthy of his name. On the contrary, it is suitable for the other two people. Those two people are really too lazy to even eat. They eat together without buying food. What shall we do? Well, stop eating. But lazy saints are extremely diligent. What happened? Is it a genetic mutation?
I said to them that day, "You two lazy people have turned a lazy person into a lazy saint. Are you worthy of lazy sheep? " But they learned to be lazy and said, "It's just a title, too lazy to argue."
Yes, it's just a title. As long as you have real skills, it doesn't matter whether you have a title or not! How many lazy saints are there in today's society?
I'm too lazy to write here. I will also become a veritable "lazy saint"!
In my dream, I became a puppet and stood on the glamorous stage. My body is controlled by that thin thread, and under the flexible manipulation of some people, I performed a wonderful stage play. However, the performance was over, the audience was over, the lights were dim, and those who helped me stand on the stage left me in the corner. Without their wholehearted help, I could only collapse to the ground and lose the scenery on the stage. Great sense of loss and loneliness surrounded me, and I could only shed tears sadly.
Wake up from a dream. Realize that the great emptiness in my heart still cannot be removed. What flashed through my mind was the helpless me who became a puppet, the lonely me. What a terrible thing, once you lose the help of others, the puppet can't walk upright.
The night is as cold as ice.
I stood in front of the windowsill, and the quiet night kept my thoughts surging and rising.
Life is a thrilling journey. In this journey, we will encounter too many bumps and setbacks. When we are struggling in the face of setbacks, we are always eager to have a pair of strong hands to push down the obstacles in front of us and let us be unimpeded on the road full of flowers. However, most of us have lost the ability to solve difficult problems after getting used to such help or shelter, just like an online puppet. Without help, we couldn't move and collapsed to the ground. Indeed, without society, people cannot exist alone. We are always vulnerable and need help. However, excessive help can only make us become birds with broken wings and lose the ability to fly alone.
The quiet sky is telling a story of growing up. Xiaofeng is holding the waning moon and enjoying the forbearance and strength of the night. Young years should have been all the way. Only through experience can we learn to grow up truly.
The days passed peacefully like running water. Yesterday's sun has set, and the lost years are gone. The growing wind caresses the young face, urging us to leave the warm embrace, travel alone and be strong alone.
If we used to be puppets and only knew how to create brilliance with the help of others, now we should face the arduous journey by ourselves and fly freely.
"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light." Gu Cheng said.
We ride bicycles on the road of growth, secretly expecting our future life to be free, beautiful and rich. People always have to face their dreams, thus facing the unknown distance. We don't know how much rain, snow, wind and frost there are in the distance, and no one can help us through the danger forever. The process of chasing dreams needs careful interpretation. Even without other people's attention, it is enough for a person who is looking forward to growing up to have his own soul experience. Only by looking at your way forward with a pair of clear eyes and overlooking all suffering with clear eyes can you find the direction to happiness at the fork of life.
A few golden rays of sunshine sprinkled on the dusty oil painting, and wherever I looked, she was smiling at me-Mona Lisa's smile fascinated me. This afternoon, I was thoughtful.
( 1)
It is said that the city is good, but where is the city good?
Going home from work at two o'clock and one line is unremarkable; Surrounded by reinforced concrete all day, people are crowded at rush hour.
It's raining heavily today, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road than usual. There was no traffic jam, so I got home early.
When I went upstairs, I hummed a cheerful song. I haven't been so happy for a long time.
At the corner of the stairs, I accidentally bumped into a lady carrying a big bag and dropped everything.
I think there must be one less scolding, because city people are always so unkind.
I quickly said I'm sorry, picked up the things that fell to the ground and showed an apologetic and sincere smile. I didn't expect her to tell me with a smile that I like the song you just hummed, too.
We smiled at each other and walked carefully, humming at the same time.
(2)
Finally, I look forward to Sunday, cleaning up my house and making my home look brand-new.
Sitting alone on the sofa in a daze, this city has no relatives or friends.
"Du-"The phone rang, and my friend affectionately called my nickname and said that he would come to see me later.
I took out all the delicious food at home, and then stood at the window and looked around. I'm glad to have friends visiting me.
When friends came, we chatted in our hometown dialect, from village east to village west, and we all burst into tears when we remembered the interesting things when we were children. She casually asked, "What are you doing to the door?"
"This is ... yes, it's on and off." A burst of laughter.
From then on, I became very curious about that door.
(3)
Maybe, by buying a plane ticket, I can reach the ends of the earth tomorrow. But I may not be able to sit on the sofa across the hall tomorrow.
That day, I made up my mind to knock on that door.
Raise your hand and put it down again.
After several hesitations, I knocked on the door with trepidation.
After a while, the door opened.
Sometimes, fate is really funny. The lady I met last time was actually opposite me.
We smiled at each other.
She invited me in, and I naturally sat on her sofa. I took the steaming cup of tea, which was misty and fragrant.
We chatted together all morning and had a good time. When she left, she said, "You are the first neighbor to come to my house. I am very happy to see your smile. "
I spit out my tongue embarrassedly: "I am also very happy to hear your words."
Every time I walk to her door, I can't help looking through the cat's eye.
Later I found out that she got off work very late. Sometimes when I hear footsteps, I get out of bed and turn on the door light to provide convenience for her. I'm happy to do so.
(4)
Another weekend, I washed my clothes and hung them on the outdoor balcony. I was so tired that I fell asleep on the sofa like falling apart. I don't know how long it took, but someone knocked at the door in a hurry. When I opened the door, it was her.
She said, "It's raining. Hurry up and collect clothes! "
I looked out of the window. It's raining hard. She helped me put my clothes in, soon.
Since then, we have become more and more close. We haven't seen each other for days, but we always miss each other. In case of holidays, send one or two short messages to congratulate each other; When you are greedy, go to the supermarket together; We stayed in the cold wind until midnight for Jay Chou's concert.
Later, we became very good friends, just because we both had sincere smiles.
Smile is a magic key, which brings me closer to my neighbors. It is a smile that makes me make friends in this strange city and makes me feel less lonely. Every day in front of all kinds of people, I smile, the most sincere smile, which makes me confident a lot. As a neighbor, I smiled and lived a full life.
So one afternoon, I went to the corner, picked up a dry rag and wiped off all the dust on the oil painting. A ray of golden sunshine spilled in, and Mona Lisa smiled even more charming.
Comments:
The author carefully and methodically wrote his communication with his neighbors. He pays attention to the function of smile and smiles everywhere. From a local point of view, both foreshadowing and foreshadowing are reflected. If a friend's casual question causes "I" to be curious about the opposite door, the writing will be natural and smooth; My yearning for friendship and tolerance for the door left an important foreshadowing for the later development, which made the communication between the two sides natural and smooth, and also made the article structure rigorous and meticulous. The article echoes from beginning to end, expressing her feelings and feelings with Mona Lisa's smile, which is novel and unique, and embodies the subtlety of the author's conception. The title is a pun. The theme reflected has profound practical significance.