From now on I am no longer alone

The weather in the middle of winter is cold and dim, just like my mood at the moment.

I don’t know when, a flurry of light snow fell from the sky and fell on the ground, making a rustling sound, as if something was broken in my heart.

The results of the final exam almost suffocated me. I'm annoyed, I'm helpless! I obviously tried hard, but with a wave of God's giant hand, my efforts turned into contemptuous looks and ridicule, which were maximized and occupied the entire heart.

Tomorrow is my birthday. This happens every year, this has long been a given. The difference is that what preceded it this year was my test scores! I suddenly felt that there was no spring, summer and autumn in my life, only this cold winter was left...

Step out of the house and walk into the fields.

The snow here seems to be lighter than at home, and the sky is slightly brighter than in my mother's eyes. I picked up a dead branch and danced like the wind, sweeping away the flying snow in the air. The snowflakes were not afraid, they still swirled, dancing like butterflies, and finally landed on the ground. There was already a thin layer on the ground, white and soft, so much so that I couldn't bear to go any further for fear of destroying the white world.

In the folds of the sleeves, a white angel floated up. Is it snow? I fiddled with it gently, but it didn't come out of my hand; and when I looked at it again, it didn't look like a common hexagon. It turned out to be a piece of goose feather! A little "alternative".

In the wind, it was lifted up again and again and put down again and again, silently and without regrets. "Gravity is equal to 9.8N/kg", those cumbersome things flashed into my mind. Yes, because of gravity, it fell to the ground; because of its otherness, it was lonely and was blown up by the wind again. But it seems to be very happy, without any humiliation of being teased by the wind or loneliness without a companion. It still falls to the ground persistently, looking for its own destination.

I could have caught it, but I didn't.

I chase it, wanting to see how this life that is not life will end. It doesn't know that someone is paying attention to it, it still floats happily, falls silently, dances and laughs silently...

Finally, it stayed in a clump of withered grass. Could this be it? Is it the final destination?

I knelt down, gently picked it up, and held it in my hand like a priceless treasure. "Come with me," I said softly to it, "Who made us meet in this wind and snow? We can be regarded as friends in need."

I know that this year, this is probably The only birthday present I received. It is very light, almost weightless; but it is very heavy, reminding me: in life, there are gains and losses. Only by having the courage to face difficulties and being optimistic can we succeed.

A piece of goose feather, my birthday gift - no, it is the gift of life! It dances in my heart. From now on, I am no longer alone. With it as my companion, I am no longer afraid of the wind and rain ahead.

From now on, I am no longer lonely (2)

I have been a lonely child since I was a child. However, I believe that in the long road of life in the future, I will no longer be alone.

When I was a child, my mother, who had been betrayed by her friends, told me that friends cannot be trusted. Maybe sometimes the ones who hurt you the most are the "good friends" you consider in your heart. So, I remembered...

In the past, I had no friends. I put a big, heavy lock on my heart. I refuse, I refuse anyone's care and love for me, because I am afraid of being hurt. So, no one could see through the depths of my heart, and no one had ever walked in, until it was covered with dust...

Until one day, my grandma invited me to her Play at home. I refused because I couldn't stand the laughter and the happy atmosphere there. I wanted to join in, but the indifference in my heart didn't allow me to do that, because the happiness didn't belong to me. I never knew what happiness was, and I didn’t want to know. Deep down in my heart, I always thought that happiness was inseparable from friends, and friends were closely connected with hurt. Grandma urged me to go to her house to play, and I agreed. Grandma was very happy. I don’t know what she was happy about.

Grandma’s house. Grandma told me: "Child, you should be happy. Why are you not happy? As long as you open your heart, you will not be alone. If you never open your heart, there will be weeds growing there."

< p> I was walking alone by the river. When I was tired, I sat under the willow tree and watched the willow branches fluttering in the wind. My thoughts also followed the wind. Grandma's words came to mind, and I couldn't help but wonder, can you really be happy just by opening your heart?

There were strings of laughter like silver bells in the distance, it was a group of carefree laughing children, they were splashing water on each other by the river. I envy them, they can smile so brightly, so brightly.

I don’t know which naughty child took the lead in splashing water on me. I saw water droplets falling on my body, as transparent as crystal. This time, instead of turning away, I joined them.

The willow trees by the river witnessed my smiling face...

The sun shone on me, so warm that it warmed my heart. The dark corner of my heart is filled with sunshine. The breeze gently swayed the wicker and danced in the wind, and it seemed to blow from my heart, taking away the dust that had not been cleaned for a long time...

Walking home with wet clothes, Grandma laughed, and so did I. At that moment, I understood.

As long as you open your heart, you will have happiness; as long as you open your heart, you will have a smiling face; as long as you open your heart, you will have friends; as long as you open your heart, you will not be alone... To you, To me, so.

I opened my heart, and from now on, I will not be alone!

From now on, I am no longer lonely (3)

The flowers are blooming and falling in front of the court, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing in the sky.

This is a sentence that I admire very much. It expresses a tranquil and free state of mind very vividly. But every time I chew it carefully and ponder it over and over again, I always feel that there is a taste in it, and it is called loneliness.

Yes, I am so lonely. In fact, the real loneliness is not living on a deserted island, with only the sound of waves hitting rocks in my ears, but being among the crowds in the city and not knowing who to open my heart to... Maybe my excellent grades did not add glory and joy to me, but were like a... An insurmountable gap separates me from happiness. Why? I don’t want envious eyes, I just want to play and laugh with my classmates equally and freely... I am like the little bird whose wings are tied with gold in Rabindranath Tagore’s novel. I cannot fly high; I also often accompany Sister Lin to "have empty eyes and empty eyes." My tears are empty,” I poured out my cup and murmured, “I don’t know who he will be buried in,” just because I am lonely.

However, that ordinary rainy day changed everything.

"Boom!" The class suddenly exploded, because the weather suddenly changed, the wind became dark, and the rain poured down. Some timid girls covered their ears and pursed their lips tightly; some "Zhuge Liang" carrying umbrellas secretly rejoiced at their clever calculations. And I was bored, wondering if an umbrella could grow on the ground and escort me home. Haha, the school bell rang as expected. I stared blankly at the rain curtain outside the window, sighed heavily, and was about to walk forward in the rain, eh? Why isn't it raining? When he looked up, he saw a red umbrella. When he turned around, he saw a red smiling face. She said, "Let's go together! We're going home like this. Tsk, tsk, are you going to donate to the hospital? Haha!" So, we looked at each other and smiled, and our hearts quickly moved closer. That umbrella not only protected me from the wind and rain, but also shattered the cage of loneliness for me - from now on, I am no longer lonely because of her, my best friend.

Because of the nourishment of friendship, my life is full of sunshine. We laughed together, and we also had misunderstandings and quarrels; we would run all the way and shout out the depression in our hearts; we also lay on the same bed and confided to each other the private words of two little girls... Three years passed in a blink of an eye. Like running water, she melted the ice and snow in my heart with her passion. We are about to part, but I am no longer alone. The beautiful time that belongs to us is like a pair of warm hands, holding happiness to the highest point of the soul and never falling.

Loneliness has turned into a wisp of smoke drifting past my window, and when will my blessings bloom in your heart like the gardenia on the branches?

Example 2 From now on I will no longer be depressed

The cold wind can only destroy the body of the flower, but it cannot destroy the will of the flower.

——Inscription

Autumn has arrived, unconsciously.

The autumn of the soul has also arrived. At night, sitting under the lamp reading a book, I couldn't help but feel depressed when I thought of yesterday's terrible English test. It's better to simply go out for a walk.

Walking on the country road in the moonlight at dusk, it is desolate. The bleak autumn wind blows on me, ah, it's so cold, it's really cold. The poet said: "Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time." I think this is true. The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and the autumn wind and autumn rain bring sorrow to the people. Autumn can destroy everything. Doesn't the word "sorrow" mean "autumn in the heart"? The ancients' word-making was definitely ingenious, just like my mood at the moment.

There used to be a flower bed in front of it, but now it is desolate, with broken branches and leaves everywhere. Although they "crumbled into mud and were crushed into dust", they "remained the same without fragrance". They have turned yellow and are blown everywhere by the wind. It turns out that the grand scene of excitement and beauty is long gone, and even the slightest bit of red and green is gone. Sad man!

I just feel that I, the fallen leaves, and the broken flowers are so similar now, and the experience is self-evident.

I feel depressed and don’t want to go home. The sycamore trees that used to be so lush in front of me are now scarred and lonely. Where is the lush and leafy scenery of the past? Where is the majesty of the past? "The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks the autumn." Li Yu's poem coincided with my mood at this moment. How do I feel in my heart now? Alas, I'm afraid I can't even explain it now.

Looking back on my English scores back then, how honored I was! I was the teacher's favorite and the leader of my classmates, but the good times didn't last long. Pride makes people fall behind. Only now do I truly understand its true meaning and try its power. When it attacked me, I was at a loss, completely collapsed, and became vulnerable. I wanted to get up but my legs were weak, and I wanted to crawl forward but was unwilling to do so.

The teacher's neglect chilled my heart. I fell into a dark abyss. Can I make a comeback?

In front are some remnant grasses that have been killed by the cold wind. They are withered and have long lost their former vitality. They are just waiting silently for the "east wind has greened the Yingzhou grass" without thinking about making progress. Alas!

Oh? What is that? Looking closer, a few clusters of pale yellow wild chrysanthemums are swaying slightly in the wind, fighting tenaciously against autumn.

I was shocked and stunned. I had never known that this flower was so strong. It stood proudly in the cold wind and firmly believed that success was just around the corner. Facing the wild chrysanthemums, I was thinking deeply: The wild chrysanthemums are like this, what about me? Can I still be afraid of difficulties? Can I still be willing to lag behind, be a pawn, a green leaf that sets off flowers but thinks it is unknown?

No, absolutely not! A setback is nothing, how can you be inferior to others. Everyone is the green leaf, who is the red flower? Everyone is a paving stone, who becomes a tower?

The air flow becomes smoother, the sky becomes clearer, the full moon becomes brighter, and the mind becomes broader.

I hurried home and wrote Zong Pu’s sentence “Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless” into the title page of the book. From now on, I am no longer depressed, I will smile and welcome everything life gives me.

Example 3: From now on, I am no longer confused

I like the wisteria flowers at my grandma’s house very much, and from now on, I am no longer confused.

When I was a child, I liked to spin like a butterfly under the flower stand. Under the sunlight, the purple wisteria hangs down from the sky like a waterfall.

The purple and white petals are like thousands of purple and white butterflies embracing each other, dancing gracefully and blooming with youthfulness.

But I have always been afraid of flowers withering, because I think people are like wisteria. If they experience wind and rain, the flowers will fall all over the ground, which is not beautiful. This childish mentality persisted until I read Zong Pu's "Purple Wisteria Waterfall" in the first grade of junior high school.

In a helpless time when things are different and people are different, Zong Pu encounters the blooming purple wisteria. After gazing at it carefully, the depression in his heart finally opens up. She realized that "Although flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, the long river of life will never end."

At that moment, my eyes suddenly lit up. Like the joy of light emerging after darkness. Indeed, in the long river of life, we are like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Sometimes we encounter dangerous rocks and obstacles, and sometimes we rush onto flat beaches, but no matter what, the water always flows eastward and never looks back.

The wisteria withers like a tired butterfly, which makes people sad, but its wither is for the coming summer. Without falling flowers, how can it bloom?

I finally understood that the confusion I felt when I was a child turned out to be the fear that the beautiful flowers would not be able to withstand the cruel washing in the wind and rain, or that they would be buried by the mortal world in the secular world.

But now when I see the wisteria blooming again, I realize how childish and naive I was back then.

Stroll along the quiet corridor and immerse yourself in the sea of ??wisteria flowers. The bright moon dances lightly on the sand, adding a bit of mysterious fragrance, like a wind chime.

Touch her soft petals and breathe in her sweet fragrance. A gust of cool breeze will blow away all the confusion. Wisteria flowers are unbridled and dazzling. They will not be washed away by the storm. Down! She will not be buried by the world.

In the past, I may have been too pessimistic, as Zong Pu said: "The long river of life is endless." Why not face everything with an optimistic attitude?

Look at those flowers: living happily, blooming happily. There is no need to worry about tomorrow's falling flowers all over the ground, just look up at the sky and see "the clouds are rolling and relaxing in the sky, and the flowers are blooming and falling in front of the court."

From now on, I am no longer confused.

Example 4 From now on, I no longer have low self-esteem

Once upon a time, I was a child with low self-esteem.

Destiny allowed me to be born in this poor ravine, smelly ditch, muddy pond, and low-income housing... I grew up day by day, and my inferiority complex increased day by day. All this left a mark on my childish heart. ——I was born in a poor place.

The first time I felt that I was inferior to others was in the fourth grade of elementary school. I was playing computer games at my brother’s house in Lanzhou. That was my first contact with the Internet. I used my brother’s account to chat with people online. At that time, someone asked Me: "Where is your hometown?" I slowly typed two words - "Longnan", "Longnan? This name is very unfamiliar. Can you tell me more specifically?" The words came quickly, and I sighed heavily. Typing on the keyboard, "It's in the south of Gansu" and "Oh, it turns out to be a poor place. No wonder I've never heard of it." I was stunned, and the characters "Oh, it's a poor place" kept appearing on the screen in front of my eyes.

Last summer, my family and I went to Xi'an for sightseeing. On the bus in Xi'an, because my cousin and I gave up our seats to two middle-aged and elderly people, one of the women asked us: " Young man, where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound like locals." The shadow left by the past suddenly came to my mind, and I turned my head out of the window involuntarily. At this time, I heard my cousin proudly say in his not-so-standard Mandarin: "Auntie, we are from Longnan. We are traveling with my family this time." Somehow, I found my cousin's words a bit funny at this time. I just heard the aunt say: "Longnan! I understand that the fungus and fungus there are Olives are very popular here!" After hearing what she said, I turned my head back to the car and looked at the aunt who was talking so excitedly. At this time, other passengers also said, "I heard that these days It’s developed very fast there!” “The figs there are delicious!” “There are Xixia Song and Wanxiang Cave there, which are both tourist attractions!” The carriage suddenly became lively.

Looking at the smile on my cousin’s face, my face suddenly turned red. It turns out that my hometown is not bad. Although the economy of my hometown is not as good as those of developed cities, our natural scenery is not bad. , the folk customs are not bad, I should be proud of myself as a Longnan person, instead of feeling inferior! My inferiority complex comes from vanity. I should no longer feel inferior to myself because of the situation in my hometown. I should study hard, get admitted to a well-known university, and come back to build my hometown after graduation.

At this time, how much I want to shout loudly: "I am from Longnan, I love my hometown!"

Looking back on my previous thoughts, I think it is ridiculous, be more confident as a person Only if you keep improving yourself,

Now, I am a confident teenager. I have a mission and a responsibility, which is to study hard and build my hometown.

Example 5: From now on, I am no longer naive

I miss simplicity, and from now on I am no longer naive

Sometimes, the flowers bloom and fall, but I am still calm, I think, At that time, I was very happy.

Rainy days are always so annoying. Today, as I walk on the road, I don’t know if the drops on my hands are penetrating raindrops or self-deprecating tears. My heart is broken.

Sometimes, I miss the leaf I buried in the dirt that day. At that time, the tears fell, because I know it will be hard to bury the memories, but I still persist. , just like a sentence I heard in the old days: As long as you smile, there is nothing wrong. Yes, that's it. Keep tomorrow, keep simplicity, everything is still there. To describe it with leaves falling on the earth, it is not desolate at all. , not sad at all.

Yesterday was still so beautiful and dreamlike, with traces of happiness following me like a shadow. I think silence is enough. Really, it is just such a simple wish, a trace of longing, but so vague, so quiet. ,Simple.

Today, I feel dizzy. I don’t know if it’s because I’m not used to the humid weather. It touches my heart. I start to feel absent-minded and shake violently. I understand that this is an unsatisfactory beginning and a bad omen.

At noon, as usual, eating and playing as if nothing had happened, suddenly, don’t catch the so-called secret, it is just a note of narration, a quiet and ignorant memory. In this way, everyone begins to know about this matter. I knew that I was extremely embarrassed, and embarrassment began to well up in my heart, and maybe there was a trace of inexplicable nervousness, but I understood it, and I had a sixth sense after understanding the matter at that time.

I understand that it is childish to say everything about myself in this note, but because of this, I will warn myself in my heart, and from now on, I will no longer be childish.

Maybe it was just an inadvertent action, maybe it was just a desire to continue to have innocence, but adults told me that it was called "childish". I don't know when this pronoun broke into my mind. The world may be cruel to let it go in an instant, but in order not to pay so-called "cheap tears" in the future, I am willing to choose cruelty, and finally say aloud.

From now on, I am no longer naive.

Example 6 From now on, I no longer have my grandma’s love

The wind blows directionlessly, but there is no more waves in my heart. No more, my heart seems to be dead, and my heart is filled with sadness, just because of one person. The flowers were in bud, opening their smiles slightly in the wind, and the rain moistened the hearts of the flowers like a burst of nectar. I don’t expect to have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery in the world, I only expect grandma to come back to us.

I clearly remember the scene 159 days ago. That scene was a lifelong injury and a lifetime of pain for me! I can't forget that shocking scene. In the morning, while I was still sleeping, I heard my aunt say that grandma was dying. I quickly got out of bed, without even putting on my shoes, and ran to grandma's room. The shroud was already draped on the quilt. Looking at grandma's withered face, tears welled up in my eyes. I knew that grandma had left us and gone to another world. Grandma seemed to be waiting for something, and I couldn't help but shed tears. At 9:15, the moment of lifelong regret came. Grandma is gone, she is gone alone.

The next day, it was drizzling, and the hearse came. Many people helped us aside and carried grandma away. I don’t know whether it was the rain or tears that wet my eyes. The hearse left slowly. There were too many people. I struggled hard, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes, wanting to see my grandma for the last time in 15 years, but they held me back. Mud and water washed away the hearse. I wiped away the tears from my eyes and put a raincoat on my grandfather. We knew that grandpa must be sadder than anyone else. I begged God to freeze time and let me see more of grandma’s kind face. God did not pity me, and time still passed by minute by second. The rain stopped at noon, and my father fell to the ground crying while holding my grandma's coffin. God is very generous, allowing me to enjoy my grandma’s love to the fullest in these 15 years; God is also very stingy, and He cannot delay taking it back even for a single day. This punishment for me will be my lifelong regret! Missing can only be reborn from the ashes.

I have walked by my grandma’s grave many times, but I dare not stare at it. The wind blew aside the fallen leaves on the roadside. 59 days ago, on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, it was the 100-day memorial ceremony for my grandma. We took the sacrifices to pay homage to my grandma. I imagined my grandma lying on the cold ground, and my tears flowed down again involuntarily.

Grandma, it’s spring again, the spring breeze is warm, everything is resurrected, the fields are green, but you can’t see it anymore. I did not cherish these 15 years of happy time, let it pass in a hurry, let it slip away in infinite regret. I look forward to turning back time, looking forward to returning to your arms to act like a baby and tell stories about gods and goddesses in the sky. I feel so lonely without you, and so sad without you. But the four seasons still take turns, and time still moves day and night.

Grandma left and never came back...