"Give you my heart as a memorial, this love is fresh at any moment, with my company how bitter it becomes sweet, open your eyes and see forever, give you my heart as a commemoration, my dream can be complete with your blessing, no matter how big the wind and waves are, I will always go straight forward, our love is like a commemorative book of youth. As the lyrics say, three years of junior high school life have been spent in the blink of an eye, and I miss junior high school life very much. Reminiscing about the days when many people got together and went crazy. The days of being scolded together, being punished together, laughing together, and crying together, how reluctant I felt in my heart.

Despite the contradictions in my heart, I chose high school life.

Sometimes, high school life is like doing exercises on a treadmill, always repeating those movements, day after day. Sometimes, high school life is like a race to the bottom, where everyone is competing for time all the time, every point, every second, and even eating.

Life in high school is always so "sufficient", and there are different tasks arranged at every moment. Although I have experienced a semester of high school life, I still have some discomfort in learning, too much, too much pressure, and if I am not careful, I will be trampled under the feet of others, and I can't have a moment to stay.

Many of my junior high school students asked me what life was like in high school. I don't know how to answer them. If you say it's easy, they think I'm lying, and if it's stressful, it can create a sense of fear for them and make them lose their expectations of high school. I could only answer them: "Life in high school is as specific as the growth process of the eaglet, and I won't describe it, so if you have a chance, you can see how the eaglet grows." ”

High school life is really hard, I get up early every day, especially in the third year of high school, and I am fighting in the homework pile almost every day. However, if we do not go through these three years of training, how can we successfully go out into society? Today's society is not simple, and if you want to break through the society single-handedly, how can you do it without courage and experience. The three years of high school are all about developing our experience and courage.

The young eagle grows into a male eagle, it takes a lot of effort, a lot of devilish training, if you can't withstand these tribulations, you can only become a weak person and be eliminated naturally. The cicada's metamorphosis is painful, but how can it make its life meaningful without experiencing these pains.

Several of my former classmates have given up their high school life, and although they are in school, their hearts have drifted away.

I think I'm going to work harder in the future and not be a decadent person, I've been decadent once, and I can't have a second time. Because I also want to go out into society successfully.

Yes, Sanmao, who has a free and uninhibited soul, is full of love and desire for life. For her, where the heart is, the scenery is. Even in the distant desert of the Sahara, even in the exotic Saharawi who are difficult to get enough of the people, even if the wind and sand are all over the world...... For her, it is a unique scenery in the world. Because, Sanmao inhabited the Gobi Sahara.

The love between Sanmao and Jose has always been praised. In the distant Sahara Desert, Sanmao spent the most wonderful 6 years of his life. In the past 6 years, Sanmao has successively written a number of popular articles, with smart rhetoric, quite the sweetness and coquettishness of a girl, it can be seen that Sanmao's wandering heart has found its final destination here in Jose. The meeting between Sanmao and Jose is the most beautiful scenery in full bloom in the Sahara Desert.

How many times can we meet in life, and how many can we turn a blind eye? What we can't see is because the heart is not here. In your eyes, there is no scenery to speak of. Even the scenery on the bridge of Bian Zhilin can't decorate your dreams, everything is tasteless.

Mo Xiaomi said that the meeting was a grand joy. Because there are beautiful landscapes – at least in your eyes that they are, enough to make you rejoice.

On a rainy day, hold an umbrella and take to the streets, aimlessly. Follow the mottled path and turn into an unknown alley. Surrounded by creepers, a piece of green, the hazy mist brewing the fragrance of plants and trees, smelling the fullness of the earth and the sweetness of the fruit, is charming drunk.

A pair of lovers agreed to meet today, but it was drizzling halfway through. The boy took off his coat and draped it over the girl, and the two walked in the rain, and this rainy world was the most beautiful scenery in each other's eyes.

An uncle who delivered a courier was holding a stack of boxes in his arms, of different sizes, and the top was covered by a thin layer of transparent paper, which seemed to be a little weak, and he cursed while running in his heart: "Damn rainy day!"

A mother came by the side of the road with her child, and the little boy was in high spirits, kicking and stepping on the puddles on the side of the road, splashing his trouser legs, and the mother frowned impatiently: "Dirty!" The little boy had a lot of fun.

The quality of the scenery varies from person to person, and it is a kind of beauty to experience it with your heart.

Picking up the garbage that others don't want, digging for rags, looking for them in the garbage heap, Sanmao finds a satisfactory object every time he finds it. She meticulously wipes, polishes and varnishes each object to keep its original identity, even cracked crockpots or rough clay blanks, which are a unique beauty of mutilation.

There are no specific restrictions, and when you meet, you like it. Sanmao said, when I meet you, the flowers in my world will bloom.

To me, you are the most beautiful scenery in full bloom.

The three of them went into the store to buy water, and each had their own good. One prefers sweet fruit juices, one prefers bittersweet coffee, and one prefers lighter mineral water.

Someone once said that the same flower can bloom different flowers in different people's hearts. Yes, we all have different preferences for drinks, not to mention us in the complex world?

This is especially evident in the field of aesthetics. The appreciation of beauty really lies in "the benevolent see the benevolent, and the wise see the wise". You can praise the majesty and grandeur of the Temple of Athens, or you can sigh at the desolation and dilapidation of the temple today, you can raise your eyebrows at the beauty and harmony of Athena's body, you can marvel at the infinite imagination brought by her broken arm, you can indulge in the majesty of the Symphony of Destiny, or you can savor the shocking harmony conveyed by each note. The universe of beauty is so vast and vast, let you gallop and soar in it. None of the suns attract the stars to revolve around, only the stars in the sky to decorate the night sky.

Like the universe of beauty, the knowledge in daily life is also rich and colorful, but the depth and breadth of understanding are different. Conan Doyle used to camp with friends. In the middle of the night, they set up their tents and slept peacefully in their sleeping bags, and a few hours later, their friend was awakened by a violent shaking and got up in a daze, only to see Conan Doyle looking straight at him and asking, "What do you see?" Conan Doyle slapped his friend's head suddenly: "Stupid, didn't you see that our tent was stolen?" Conan Doyle's knowledge stems from his usual attention to detail, while his friend turns a blind eye to the tent, which fully illustrates that people often have different understandings in life. But there is also a difference between depth and shallowness, and there is a difference between approaching and alienating the essence of things.

There is no one with the most extensive understanding and the most difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood than in the ideological world. For thousands of years, thinkers have had their own opinions and debates. Thus there is the disagreement between Plato and Aristotle on idealism, the debate between Romantic and idealistic scholars about consciousness, and the difference between Sartre and Camus on existentialism. However, even though these ideas are numerous and their understandings are so rich and colorful, only when the essence of each of them blends with each other can we form a driving force to push history forward and make history continue to move forward.

Cognition is rich and colorful, they are like a cluster of flowers, different from each other and purple and red, they are like the root system of a towering tree, each with its own shape and depth and shallowness, they are like small rivers, each rushing to the sea. In this seemingly homogeneous world, there are actually many big differences. Knowledge is enriched by the world, and knowledge is colorful by the world!

A pair of old floral cloth clothes, a pair of small eyes, a collapsed big nose, a face full of dense freckles, and the small tiger teeth that can be revealed with a smile. Who is she? She's Kiki, a new neighbor who just moved next to my house.

The first time I saw her, I hated her from the bottom of my heart. She looks so ugly, dresses so dirty, and most importantly has to face her every day from now on, it's a real headache!

It was a sunny afternoon, and I was walking leisurely alone in the community garden. Suddenly, a thin figure caught my attention. Isn't that Kiki? She crept along, holding a bag of things in her hand, and from time to time she looked left and right, as if she was afraid of being seen. What is she doing like a thief? Kiki's series of actions aroused my curiosity, and I tiptoed after Kiki. Suddenly, she walked into a small alley, looked around, and only after making sure that no one was there, did she open the bag in her hand, which was full of cat food! She poured the dog food into a small plate, meowed a few times, and immediately two kittens came out from all around. They were covered in dirt and looked like two stray cats. When they saw Kiki, they happily circled around her. Kiki was also very happy to see them, and after playing with them for a while, she said to them: "Huanhuan, Maomao, stop playing, hurry up and eat, this is the pocket money I saved for a week to buy for you, eat quickly!" After saying that, he pushed the cat food to them and watched them eat with a smile...... Seeing this, I understood everything, Kiki's mother was allergic to cat hair, and she couldn't take these two cats home to raise, so she used the pocket money she saved to feed the two stray cats.

I was deeply touched by Kiki. I don't hate Kiki anymore, and I don't think Kiki is ugly anymore. On the contrary, she is the prettiest and cutest girl in the world. Because under that ugly appearance, there is a pure and kind heart like an angel!