1 There is no shortage of beauty in the world, only the eyes that find beauty.
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Appreciation is an artistic topic; Appreciation is an eternal art, everything is beautiful and precious because of appreciation.
Maybe, gold jewelry is beautiful, maybe celebrity ancient paintings are beautiful, maybe a melody is beautiful, maybe a mountain spring is also beautiful.
When I saw a lot of calligraphy and painting sold in the street, I stopped immediately, intoxicated by the dragon and phoenix dance, and saw clusters of small trees and roses, immersed in the aesthetic feeling of art for a long time.
Appreciation is a kind of edification. Going out in the evening, stepping into the quietness of the flowing water of the small bridge, watching the five-color stone bloom clean in the soft scouring of cotton, I feel far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, from the numerous grievances, from the endless earthly troubles, and let my soul blend into this quiet landscape.
Appreciation is an improvement. However, when we saw the imposing manner of famous mountains and rivers, the majestic spirit shook our hearts. When we appreciate it, it seems that we can feel its majestic spirit through rough lines. It seems that body and mind should be respected as lofty peaks.
Appreciation is a kind of gain. When we are immersed in wonderful stories, beautiful essays and romantic poems, what we feel and appreciate is a kind of beauty beyond any material enjoyment, which comes from unparalleled fun from the heart. The harvest is happiness and elegance.
There is no shortage of beauty in the world, only the eyes that find beauty. I think we should add: "The most precious thing in the world is not the vision, but the appreciation vision;" It's not vision, it's artistic vision. "
Appreciation is noble because of art; Art is sublimated by appreciation.
Appreciation is an eternal art.
I used to be naive, maybe I was lonely, but what was that? Finally, I can always drive away my loneliness like a rain after a sunny day.
I didn't deeply understand its connotation before, but it was only one-sided meaning, only this faint and astringent past emotion.
Now, I have deeply realized that it may not be as comprehensive as a dictionary, but it is more meaningful and valuable than a dictionary. Because that's the truest emotion in my heart.
The phrase "loneliness is not giving up, but a challenge", although not said by a celebrity, has always moistened my heart.
I only remember that my mother was the strongest person in my life. She once told me that even if there are more difficulties and loneliness in the world, they still have weaknesses. People who are warm and close in heart will be melted by warmth when they are lonely, and those who are cold in heart will be dragged into the dark cellar by loneliness when they come alone. I believe my mother's words and everyone needs sunshine, just like a chopstick. If it is chopsticks, it can only be broken. When countless chopsticks are broken at the same time, the fire of hope will be lit again.
Entering the seventh grade, we are growing with the passage of time, we are sensible, we are adults, and I feel that I have changed a lot in the days to come. I became cheerful. If you are introverted now, you will feel inferior and become fragile. Believe it, introversion is not the direction of your life. As long as you communicate with others to overcome introversion, you will not be lonely. We should have firm faith, believe that I can do it, I can overcome and challenge myself, dare to learn to smile, learn to be cheerful, have an optimistic consciousness, learn to smile, you need it.
Let loneliness become an obstacle for us to abandon and bravely pursue the new dream of mankind.
We use smiles to smooth the lonely dark clouds and welcome a brighter sunrise.
Learn to be cheerful, don't close the window of your heart, and don't be lonely again.
I taste loneliness. In the dark night, I quietly absorbed the lonely e57 sheets and left them behind.
Love, an eternal topic, is full of too much mystery and beauty, as well as too much pain and desolation. Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to live and die together. Love is so wonderful that even if the most beautiful adjectives in the world are exhausted, it is difficult to express them with one or two.
Let me tell my own story first, not the great feelings written by the poet.
That was last winter, the school youth league organized members to visit Kedu. On the bus to Kedu, I suddenly saw a pair of eyes. Although a middle school student should not have such an idea, I am still fascinated by it. Looking at those youthful eyes, it seems that a breeze blows over my forehead, as if the roses are eclipsed, as if the sun and the moon have lost their luster. The beauty of the world exists for her, and the softness of the world is beautiful for her. Her magnetic voice haunts my heart like the piano of an angel, and sings tactfully like a thrush in the forest. At that moment, my heart was like a pair of wings, flying for her and saving her. In an instant, my emotions flowed all over my body like a volcanic eruption. Suddenly, I know what is like and what is love!
When I get home, I always think of her silently today. Her face has become hot, and everything in reality has become Xu Ruo. During the day, I wander around the room like a sleepwalker, as if I can't distinguish between dreams and reality. At night, I have been awake for a long time, looking up at the vast starry sky. The stars are shining in the dark, and it seems to be dancing an elegant tango for me in the moonlight. My thoughts are like the Yellow River, surging. That night, I completely lost sleep.
The next day, my eyes were bloodshot, but I didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, I am full of energy and extremely excited. My blood seems to reach boiling point, almost crazy. Every time I opened a boring love poem before, I found that the plot in the poem coincided with my feelings, and the sweet taste spread through every pore of my body. It is so wonderful to like someone. I always look for her beautiful image at the moment of class. I hope to find her and enjoy my excitement with me. Friends around me always see me scanning the whole school like a madman. Then I will often see her on campus, like a lovely rabbit, active in every corner of the campus. I will watch her quietly not far away, everything around me is a foil, dance with her, maybe the dance of angels is just that!
Last winter, snowflakes in the sky fell under the north wind, and those pure spirits dressed up everything in Kunming. During the break, all the students gathered on the playground to welcome this wonderful moment. Snowflakes fall gently on each classmate. In my heart, she stepped into my sight in my expectation. I threw the snowball I had already prepared at her gently, only to hear a charming scolding. She ran away and I followed. It continued to snow, and her happy laughter made my heart beat faster. Every movement of her is the most beautiful dance. At this most beautiful moment, the theme song of the movie Titanic played on the radio-My heart is eternal. The beautiful melody is released with the beating of my heartstrings. That night, I lost sleep again.
However, nothing in the world is perfect.
The "Hope Cup" men's football match was held as scheduled. As a linesman, what I care about is not the game on the court, but her! Looking at her warm crying and happy appearance, I feel very happy. However, in that game, they lost, only a little. She sat on the sidelines in disappointment, and I saw her eyes again, blood red. Just when she and I were sad, two tears slipped quietly across her white face, and the crystal tears fell to the ground and broke into eight petals. At that moment, I was shocked In my heart, she never smiled but was happy. But now I see her crying, and I see her crying sadly. Her chapped lips are slowly tearing my heart. I always like writing, but I can't think of anything to comfort her, so I can only leave indifferently.
Late at night, I stood by the window alone, looking at the world outside the window, thinking about her delicate figure, with a dull pain in my heart, thinking about her helplessness and pain, and really wanted to share it with her. Time, as time goes by, slowly disappears. From time to time, a gust of wind blows, and the branches flutter with the wind, like ghosts. There is no fragrance of flowers, no green shadow of pine trees, only a wandering heart, silent sadness.
I don't know why, since then, every time I see her, her face is as cold as ice, which is completely different from her in my heart. She always answers my questions with monosyllabic words. She gave me a bad look and waved at me. Whenever I call her, she always turns away proudly.
Meteor is cruel, it always flies away with good hope.
I came back from Beijing summer camp and brought her a present, hoping for a better turn. The days passed little by little in expectation, and at this time I was not interested in anything. But in the end, she took my gift with disdain in her eyes. She threw it at me and said, "Please don't bother me in the future ..."
The sky was dark and all the colors suddenly disappeared. The evil wind blew away all my hopes. A sentence like that deeply hurt my broken heart. My soul seems to dissipate in the air, like the foam after the death of a mermaid, slowly dissipating, while my body seems to have been in the abyss of perdition, which is extremely painful. ...
Today, I saw her running on the playground again, like a lovely rabbit, but I was not as excited as before. There is only a trace of fatigue that comes from nowhere.
After this experience, I feel the feeling that others don't have, as if the flowers in nature bloom and fall with my joys and sorrows. She makes me happy and miserable, and her indifference completely freezes all my enthusiasm. Maybe it was a mistake for me to like her. This mistake won't happen again. The sadness of love will not last for a lifetime, but it will become a beautiful memory after a long time. When I saw her again, it was just a complicated smile. ...
With a different passion, I embarked on the road to participate in the Xiamen 2 1 Science and Technology Innovation Competition. This road is very long, and one end extends to the edge of the dream. This trip, I don't know whether I can return home in triumph, bringing back the good news of victory for teachers, relatives and friends who have high hopes for me. But I know in my heart that victory belongs to prepared soldiers, and I believe I can. The fierce competition is over, and the original three-day competition task is concentrated in one day, feeling that everything is in such a hurry. I was in such a hurry that I almost lost my temper and forgot my nervousness and the importance of the result of the game. But I never forget to smile and show my elegance. I know, I stand here today, on behalf of our students in Haicang Middle School, and I want to show the elegance of students in Haicang Middle School. I can't live up to the opportunity given by my teacher, nor can I live up to my friends who care about my growth. So I always tell myself in my heart: hard work, self-confidence and success.
After attending the seminar that morning, I was really disappointed because my performance was not very good. Although the teacher keeps saying that I have done well, I am really a little disappointed. I am eager for success, but I am too fragile to face failure. Although I understand that "a brilliant life lies not in being unbeaten for a long time, but in not being afraid of failure", although I want to "stand up 101 times even if I fail a hundred times". I am really ambivalent. Is everyone who hesitates between victory and failure so disappointed? But I think I am happy no matter what, because "the happiest thing in the world is to fight for my ideals." I think I have tried, and I should have no regrets if I have tried.
A few days have passed, and the final result of the game has not yet come out. I look forward to the results of the game every day, and I look down on the results unconsciously. What I want more is to overcome my timid weakness in this game. The important thing is that I saw my own shortcomings in this competition. The important thing is that I have learned a lot of knowledge that I can't usually learn in textbooks. From grade one to now, I have participated in the science and technology innovation competition every year. It can be said that each session has a great influence on my growth. Here I want to tell my classmates that "one game can affect your life."
Can I not be afraid of failure? I have asked myself this question more than once. Participated in this innovation competition, and really felt a topic, from project establishment to further in-depth research; From the completion of first-hand information, to the end of the investigation, and then to the competition. I think every contestant hopes that his scientific and technological achievements can be affirmed by others and appreciated by experts, and that his efforts can be rewarded. In fact, success and failure are the same wilderness. It may be a deep pool that drowns you, or it may be a sweet spring that quenches your thirst. Who can see clearly from the beginning and find the way to a bright future? Everyone has to experience failure to find the direction of success. Life doesn't fall, hit a wall, or break your head. How can it be tempered into steel bones and grow up?
A leaf can sprout and turn green before spring comes, or wither after autumn, and I can thrive in the storm. I think this is the real continuation of life. Every morning, the first ray of sunlight hits the horizon; In every spring, facing the first new grass on the ground; At every starting point, look at the horizon that may not be seen yet.
From ancient times to the present, the smallest mediocre people in our group of cities are nothing more than some big celebrities. And what I want to say today is precisely these people, these great men who have changed the collective destiny of mankind.
Let me talk about Rommel, one of the officers I admire most in the military. Although he worked for the Fuehrer during World War II, it never affected his lofty position in my heart. Long Shuai has the reputation of "the fox in the desert", and he is also a dazzling star in history. In the current words, it is "low-key luxury with connotation". I have to say, his clever tactics are amazing. The above should be the reason why he attracted me.
Mandela, the black leader of South Africa, is also one of the figures I admire. His perseverance is beyond the reach of ordinary people. This persistent spirit infected the black people who had suffered humiliation and oppression, and the power from the people was sublimated again. From this, I thought of a famous saying of the poet Haizi: "We should have the simplest life and the farthest dream." During those hard days when Mandela was imprisoned in Robin Island, he was able to write the autobiographical Long Road to Freedom with infinite positive energy, which also reflected his lofty spiritual quality. Father of South Africa, who is fighting with the front?
As for my gifted scholar in the Great Heaven, my favorite is Mr. Lu Xun, a great writer in the Ming Dynasty. Mainly, several of his articles lamented the suffering of the people and the indifference of the world. Medicine and Diary of a Madman are the best in my eyes. Generally, Mr. Wang's articles have two meanings. Every word in these articles expresses his inner pain for his motherland hot pillow and his concern for the country and people, which makes me feel his burning heart. If Mr. Lu Xun advocates it,
The development of contemporary literature is more influenced by the social background at that time. In my opinion, he is a warrior on the pen.
The last one, which I think everyone is familiar with, is ourselves. We can change our destiny through our own efforts and dreams. Even if we don't have a well-off family and a brilliant mind, we have spiritual wealth. Digging by hand is far more valuable and practical than getting it easily. "I am me, a different color fireworks." In fact, surpassing yourself is the real appreciation of yourself.
We can appreciate it or surpass it, of course, if you have the ability.
I have been nicknamed "abnormal patient" since I can remember, and I called it out from my mother. I am short, sallow and emaciated, so I have such a sad nickname. For this reason, I seldom laugh at home or at school and dare not walk with my head up. Late at night, I often feel sorry for myself: "Why is it unfair that God only gave me a weak body and even my own mother hates me?"
The dark days dragged me to junior high school and senior high school like a long shadow. Because of my inferiority, I seldom associate with my classmates and hardly participate in club activities. All my time and pocket money are thrown into books, and appreciating literary works has become the only transformation of my soul. Swimming in the sea of books is so unrestrained: I swim with mermaids, chat with Qi Fei, the ugly duckling, and enjoy literary works with Jane Eyre. At the same time, I also have my own princess dream in my heart. My dream is so brilliant: I put on glass shoes in my dream.
It was not those crystal shoes that pulled me out of my dream, but a shiny hairpin.
It was raining that night, and no one would come to school to give me an umbrella anyway, so I waited for the rain to stop and read novels calmly by the window. I don't know when it is black and when the light is on until a hairpin is gently pinned to me.
Long bangs, I was shocked and looked up. I saw those eyes talking like two clear springs: "What a delicate face! Let's pin the bangs with hairpins in the future! " For the first time in my life, someone praised me. I don't know if it was because I was moved or shy, my eyes were wet, and then I smiled at the eyes like clear springs in the two bays. I found that our Chinese teacher actually has a pair of talking eyes, but why didn't I notice it before? My mind was seen through at a glance: "Because your long bangs covered your eyes, you never looked up at us." The teacher gently held my shoulder. "In fact, besides books, there are many beautiful scenery in life that we should appreciate, but we must open our hearts to look up and slowly discover and appreciate."
From then on, this hairpin accompanied me every day, as if the teacher accompanied me, adding a lot of warmth and courage to me. Gradually, I held my head high for many years, and I also enjoyed many scenes that were usually ignored: in the yard, young trees of the same age grew slim and graceful, almost exceeding the roof of my house; Xiaoli next door has a handsome boyfriend who looks like Korean star Jang Keun Suk. My mother's expression when she called me by my nickname was full of surprise; The daughter of the Chinese teacher is wearing a beautiful hairpin, just like mine.
From then on, my life has a shiny hairpin, and her name is appreciation.
It turns out that life is never far away, and love is not far away. It's just that we closed the window called "appreciation". Learn to appreciate and open the window of the soul, and the world will be colorful.