风又来了。它呼啸着逼近窗外刚抽出新叶的大树。风中没有小草那淡淡的清香,更没有重获生机的土地的芬芳,有的似乎只是厚重的潮湿气息。风呀,雨呀,配合得真默契,一唱一和,一手成就了那风雨忧愁的春天。
大树并未被风雨动摇,可那刚生出的嫩叶呀,却被这无情的风雨深深困扰。
这似乎对那嫩叶不公。它们刚来到这世界,迎接它们的不是暖春也罢,却偏是无止境的阴雨――绵绵的冰冷的肆虐的春雨。
尽管嫩叶们还蜷着身子,一个懒腰还未伸展开,风却在那里步步紧逼,丝毫不为他们的幼小而缓和。它们向母树求助,却迈不开步子,束手无策、孤立无援的她失去了最后的希望。
终于,叶落了,缓缓的`,悠悠的,落在了我的脚下。
我弯腰拾起一片落叶,把它放在手心里。我轻轻地用手把它抚平。惊奇地发现,它的叶脉,很细,却彼此交错,让我不得不为这杂而不乱的脉络图惊叹!叶脉紧镶在这不过一毫米厚的绿叶里,隔着它,我似乎感受到了叶骨子里的芬芳。
叶脉错综复杂,却又透着淡雅。好一个耐心的造物主!她手下的每一个生灵都独一无二,每一个生灵都用自己的方式细致认真地活着。其实,就连伟大的造物主也无法预料每一个生命的未来。但这一丛丛绿得耀眼的新叶在它们冒出枝头前,吸进第一口空气前,就已注定要一生细心认真地活下去。人呢?不也应该像这叶一样吗?
叶虽落下,却因始终如一的精致而留下美丽;人若倒下,也会摔得优雅吗?海明威笔下的古巴老人圣地亚哥每天耐心地捕鱼,风雨无阻,始终如一。在84天毫无收获的情况下,第85天依旧怀着对大海的憧憬拖着渔网深入海洋。终于,他钓到一条身长十八尺、体重一千五百磅的大马林鱼。大鱼拖着船往海里走,老人依然死拉着不放,即使没有水,没有食物,没有武器,没有助手,左手抽筋,他也丝毫不灰心。经过两天两夜之后,他终于***死大鱼,把它拴在船边。但许多鲨鱼立刻前来抢夺他的战利品。他尽力地和鲨鱼搏斗,到最后只剩下一支折断的舵柄作为武器。最终,大鱼没能逃脱被吃光的命运,老人筋疲力尽地拖回一副鱼骨头。
老人被鲨鱼抢去了战果,但他面对那有着鲨鱼的无情大海,却留下了警世“人不是为失败而生的。一个人可以被毁灭,但不能被打败。”这句话充满了力量,鼓励我们在生活中迎难而上,不轻言放弃。
失败从不可怕。可怕的是我们从没有过不怕毁灭的信念。细致的真正的认真的活着吧,活出自己的美丽,即使有一天倒下,也将会留下一座丰碑。
We all have our homes, some homes may be larger, probably smaller, and some at home, some of the possible ugly, probably prettier. My family is no exception Oh! Here, let me introduce yourself! My home, although small, very small, but my family is very nice, at first glance, neat, people look very comfortable.
Come into my house, first appeared in front of you is the living room, the living room is the center of a can pull shrink, brown table, at the table, three chairs, are Mom and Dad and my chair, and that in the southwest corner of a table, that is my position. In the living room wall, there is a very old painting, the painting is a bird on a branch of the scene. Left to go from the living room, is one of our room, where we usually watch TV, play computer ...... room northwest, is one of our computer, I find information tool. N the south, there is a TV, free when you can take a look at the news. Next to the TV is my homework place, where there is a multi—functional desk, you can put down a lot of books and stationery.
Go inside this room is our bedroom, with a bed, it was my mother just a place to sleep near the bed, there are a bed, it was my dad a place to sleep, the walls in the bedroom , he has painted a picture of my childhood, very beautiful. This is my home, you must feel it nice!
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