下午我和妈妈一起来到游泳馆,上次我没有学会,这次我一定要努力学习,争取更早让妈妈带我去奥林匹克海世界玩。
我一进游泳池那儿,就看见老师拿着一根很长有棍子,像赶鸭子似的`,一会赶赶这个,一会赶赶那个。我先在岸上做了做准备工作,然后就拿上漂浮板,系上漂浮带下水了,一下水我学得水凉冰冰的,我好不容易适应了水温,然后开始做蛙泳的动作,开始老师用杆子一直带我,后来,慢慢自己游,没过一会,我就能自己前进一个来回,两个来回.....
我喜欢游泳,虽然今天也没少喝水,但我很高兴,因为我今天有点成绩了。
第一场比赛开始了,对方实力很强,以迅雷不及掩耳之势用3:0的战绩把我们打下场。“我们应该盯人,来,你盯他,你盯他,你来抢篮板。”我们意识到了自己的'失误,开始了战术分配。
终于,球到我方队员手中了。我迅速地防住对方的一名球员,视线就一直在球和那名球员之间徘徊。突然,球横空飞来,我伸手一捞,哈!拿到了,我赶紧把球运出了三分线——不好,对方的一名球员要来抢,我一个转身绕过了他,随即又来了一个三步,哎呀,没进。篮板也让对方抢去了,我只能挡在了拿球的对手面前,他想来一个左突右闪,没闪过,又想直接投篮,我奋力一跳,用手一压,盖帽成功。我又冲进内线,想投个三步,可有人要盖我,我灵机一动,一转身,把球传给了队友,他再投一个三分,球进了!
我爱篮球,也感谢学校能给我们开放这么一个平台,使我们多方面发展。
Lion was awakened from sleep by a Mouse running over his face. Rising up in anger, he caught him and was about to kill him, when the Mouse piteously entreated, saying: “If you would only spare my life, I would be sure to repay your kindness.” The Lion laughed and let him go.
It happened shortly after this that the Lion was caught by some hunters, who bound him by strong ropes to the ground. The Mouse, recognizing his roar,came up, and gnawed the rope with his teeth, and setting him free.
exclaimed: “You ridiculed the idea of my ever being able to help you, not expecting to receive from me any.
repayment of your favour; but now you know that it is possible for even a Mouse to confer benefits on a Lion.”
A man walking in the night slipped from a rock. Afraid that he would fall down thousands of feet, because he knew that place was a very deep valley, he took hold of a branch that was hanging over the rock. In the night all he couls see was a bottomless abyss. He shouted, his own shout reflected back--there was nobody to hear.
You can imagine that man and his whole night of scare. Every moment there was death, his hands were becoming cold, he was losing his gripand as the sun came out he looked down and he laughed. There was no abyss. Just six inches down there was a rock. He could have rested the whole night, slept well---the rock was big enough---but the whole night was a nightmare.
Fear is only six inches deep. Now it is up to you whether you want to go on cling to the branch and turn your life into a nightmare, or whether you would love to leave the branch and stand on your feet.
There is nothing to fear.
突然,一阵绞痛向我袭来,我不禁抽搐了一下,连忙抓紧池边的栏杆。“坚强些,坚强些!”我不断鼓励自己。但是疼痛一阵比一阵痛,我强忍着,坚持着。“老师,老师,何凡肚子又疼了,快点来呀!”同学们很快就发觉我不对劲了,大声地呼喊老师。老师快步走来,把我从水池里拉上岸,让我平躺着,擦干我身上的水滴,轻轻地揉着我的.肚子,同学们很快拿来温开水让我喝。一会儿,我感觉疼痛好多了,我站了起来,看着老师和周围同学们关切的目光,心里感到一阵阵地温暖。
冬夜漫漫念纤长,一地相思,泪千行,落笔染墨心茫茫,谁道,痴人离恨恨更长。
掬拦夜色酒樽空,对饮邀月,孤影只,盼顾归人人渺杳,谁知,心似苦海海水凉。
——题记
静夜,落了满地的相思,冬季的夜再也不能用“薄凉如水”来形容,夹着一股寒,从头寒到脚,带着一丝冷,从里冷到外。冬的夜格外的静谧,呼啸的风仿佛是夜色里唯一的客人,寂寥而又冷漠。我依在冬夜的臂弯,静静地感受着一份属于冬与我的宁静,思绪像漫天飞舞的雪花,翩然而落。
再也没有什么时光,比在这样宁静的夜色里来的恬淡舒适了,卸下一身的疲惫不堪,将满目疮痍的自己,在冷清里显露无疑,不用掩饰,不用伪装,就连思念的城墙,也开始在这样寂寥的夜色里坍塌。听着内心深处,轻声的呢喃细语,数不清的往事历历在目,宛若一幅娟秀俊美的画卷,平铺在脑海里,所有的色彩,都是思念的颜色,带着感怀,带着忧伤。
时光冷了,冷了一个人的心,两个人的落寞,从前的种种已是藏于内心的追忆,靠着一份执念,缅怀过去,祭奠曾经。我与你,是融入画卷中微不足道的两个人,有笑有泪,却用平凡的微不足道,谱写着可歌可泣的千年之恋。
生命开始的两端,我开始想你,种一把红豆只为捎去无尽的思念,我们的故事,是注定了的孤独,让两个人的落寞,一个人背负。记忆成了枷锁,紧紧的束缚着前行的脚步,曾经的赌书惹的泼茶香,也成了最美的记忆,一阙暖词,一阙温语,有你,有我,只是一地的相思,徒留一地悲伤。
待岁月带走容颜,流年蹉跎背脊,仅有那痴痴不变的真情依旧,热烈,诚挚。给沧桑的相思留一席独白,不要让相思的疾苦染了岁月的头。想你,温暖了整个冬季,满眼的荒凉都成了最美的风景,对你的思念,点缀着一片空白,待阳光洒落,待白雪覆盖这个尘世,思念的线是否会拉回?
人世间的每次相逢,都是隔着万水千山的心有灵犀,历经沧桑,换回重逢。想一个人,念一个人,期待着每次的久别重逢,等待,是枯燥无味生活中的一味调味剂,有苦,有心酸,心却是暖暖的。
此刻,是安静,是思念,所有的思绪是被丢在风中的凌乱,梳理着心情,却梳不整思念的心绪。种一段记忆,在风里,在静谧里,待思念的枝节开始生根发芽,就将心抛在记忆里,与记忆一起,走完剩下的路,坎坷不平也好,鲜花遍野也罢,只要有记忆,有思念,便好。
冬,冰封了整座城,一片荒凉,烟云密布,唯有相思的红豆,扎人眼。想将这一昧温暖的阳光揽于你的衣下,温暖你的心窝,我的心窝,温暖寂寞的时光。别让相思付水流,别让痴心等成恨,不是所有的落寞会换来原谅,也不是所有的等待会等成永远。
我们在各自的天涯,且行且珍惜,不惊不扰,徒留满地的相思,苦成海。依然相信,每段时光里,都有一个感人肺腑的故事,牵动着彼此的心,即使天涯,即使陌路,总有同一份感动,感染着彼此,你知,我知,只是少了一个交集,只是多了一份擦肩。
最远的.距离,是我在你身旁,你却不知珍惜,眼看着渐行渐远的离去,依然等着一个归期。把一纸相思,书于纸上,素纸黑墨,晕染着纸张,浸湿心房。念着你的一言一语,想着你的一颦一笑,是冬日里的一抹馨香,伴着寒梅,悄然绽放。
用一支素笔,诉说着我们的过往,情愫央央,细语绵绵,你的一个眼神,是我坚定的信念,强大的支柱,可以化作无穷的力量。总想把你书于纸张,却孱弱的无法可言,只好将这满地思念,落在纸上,待岁月风干墨迹,读来,你在心上,想来,你在心上,看来,你在心上。
藏于唐诗宋词里的思念,凄凄惨惨戚戚,从古流传至今,从未停止思念,读来,是断肠人在天涯的失意,思来,是人比黄花瘦的心伤,倘若人生只如初见,又怎待秋风悲画扇?
故事烟雨蒙蒙,冬的思念缱绻缠绵,把每一天过的如诗一般,柔情似水,温柔馨甜,把相思的种子播在来年的春天,等一树花开时,你会出现在我眼前,与我携手看日落西山,溪水涓涓。憧憬每一天都是最美的初见,也许某个不经意的瞬间,你就在我身边,含情脉脉的看着,不曾打扰。
最美的遇见,往往会是一生不变的思念,一个擦肩而过的身影,一个似水柔波的眼神,从此,便将思念的种子播在心田,日日魂牵梦萦,夜夜辗转难眠。思念,来的莫名其妙,像风吹过的痕迹,却抓不住风的衣角,只知,你来过,真真实实的来过,你在,彻彻底底的存在。
我该将你怎样?将思念如何收藏才能不被发现?刻意的隐藏却又不舍隐藏。谁又懂得我的悲伤?在风中萧索流浪,寒风中飘零的雪啊,是你赠与我最美的收藏。
冬日里的雪,染白了梦中思念,这满地的相思,又怎抵得过孤枕难眠?别让眼泪在冬日里纷飞,别让相思吞噬了灵魂彻骨。一纸素笺,只抒情,是对你的万般无奈,万般不舍。
手中还残留着你的热度,思念的城墙再一次坍塌,深深的将我埋葬。这一地的相思,终是付水东流。
夜,静了,月困了,心儿累了,思念混沌不清,蚀骨的痛是模糊不清,挥手告别,你离去,念不离,滴滴相思,诉不尽。
The Father and His Son
Father had a family of sons who were perpetually quarrelling among themselves. When he failed to heal their disputes by his exhortations, he determined to give them a practical illustration of the evils of disunion; and for this purpose he one day told them to bring him a bundle of sticks. When they had done so, he placed the faggot into the hands of each of them in succession, and ordered them to break it in pieces. They each tried with all their strength, and were not able to do it.
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