急需《生活就是这样》一作文
2014-03-02
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又是一个星期的开始,给这段文字选择了绿色,也许可以给自己烦躁的心带来一丝凉意吧,日子还在一天一天的过着,东离开南昌也已经有一个星期了,想他,还是很想他,嗬嗬,也许过不了多久,我们就要结束这种日子了吧,不管前路有多么崎岖,心里还是蛮期待的,要经过这么多事情,我们都应该学着长大了吧!昨天父亲节,本来想请爸爸吃饭,但他们有事情还是做罢,我说改成今天,今天就跟爸爸摊牌了吧,希望他能平心静气一些,嗬嗬,弄得我请他吃个饭好像还是有目的一样,真……
在MSN和又开了一个空间,多了一个践踏的地方,可是还是只有这里才会出现有关于东的字眼,嗬嗬,把我们在PIZZAHUT照的照片贴了上去,有很诱人的水果,嗬嗬,拉拉说,把她的肚子都看饿了,比上次晴语拍得好看多了,让人有食欲,哈哈!我只是想把那些回忆拷贝下来,就让它装满我的脑子好了,嗬嗬!
文昨天的火车去的深圳,去那边的交行面试,如果成功的话,她以后的生活就转移到那边去了,她家的大部分亲戚都在那边,混得也不错,她一直担心的就是和磊磊的事情了,看来现在也不用担心了,嗬嗬,磊也会去深圳的,这样两个人就可以在一起了,再也不用那么多顾虑了,真好!记得今年过生日的时候,我们曾经说过,以后的每一个生日我们都要在一起过,带上彼此的他,来为我们的生日庆祝,只是不知道,如果这样的一分别,这样的愿望是不是就是成为了奢望?从没想过我们两个有一天会这样一南一北的分开,嗬嗬,只是目的不同,她或许是为了前途,或者说是她爸爸所要的东西,毕竟这些都是她爸爸安排的,而我是为了东……只是这样的寄托会让东觉得压力大吗?
在MSN和又开了一个空间,多了一个践踏的地方,可是还是只有这里才会出现有关于东的字眼,嗬嗬,把我们在PIZZAHUT照的照片贴了上去,有很诱人的水果,嗬嗬,拉拉说,把她的肚子都看饿了,比上次晴语拍得好看多了,让人有食欲,哈哈!我只是想把那些回忆拷贝下来,就让它装满我的脑子好了,嗬嗬!
文昨天的火车去的深圳,去那边的交行面试,如果成功的话,她以后的生活就转移到那边去了,她家的大部分亲戚都在那边,混得也不错,她一直担心的就是和磊磊的事情了,看来现在也不用担心了,嗬嗬,磊也会去深圳的,这样两个人就可以在一起了,再也不用那么多顾虑了,真好!记得今年过生日的时候,我们曾经说过,以后的每一个生日我们都要在一起过,带上彼此的他,来为我们的生日庆祝,只是不知道,如果这样的一分别,这样的愿望是不是就是成为了奢望?从没想过我们两个有一天会这样一南一北的分开,嗬嗬,只是目的不同,她或许是为了前途,或者说是她爸爸所要的东西,毕竟这些都是她爸爸安排的,而我是为了东……只是这样的寄托会让东觉得压力大吗?
2014-03-02
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生活是那弯新月静静的期盼,生活是那袅袅流水多情的歌谣,生活是丛木樨花的芳香……
法国著名的作家雨果说:“笑,就是阳光,它能消除人脸上的冬色。”请微笑的面对生活吧!因为生活是一面镜子,你对它微笑,它同样也会对你报以笑容的。人生虽然是一冬铺满荆棘、坎坷、曲折的路,但日子每天都是新的,生活永远像我们翻开崭新的一页。
笑口常开者幸福如春。笑,它将化为和煦的春风,将为你送去暖暖的春意。笑待他人,你永远年轻。不要过分的期待自己的辉煌,不要过分的重视自己的地位,你便会过得坦然而自信――没有蓝天的博大,却可以有白云的悠然;没有大海的辽阔,却可以有小溪的执著;没有花的芬芳,却可以有小草的淳朴――面对生活坦然的微笑,并投入生活的激流,便会找到真实的自我,找到生活的快乐。
朋友们,当你处在困难之中时,请以真诚的微笑面对吧,你会信心百倍的摆脱困境的;当你失意时,你应该微笑,要以自信的微笑驱散罩在你心头的那片乌云,去迎接另一个晴朗的艳阳天。让我们微笑的面对生活吧!生活就是这样。
法国著名的作家雨果说:“笑,就是阳光,它能消除人脸上的冬色。”请微笑的面对生活吧!因为生活是一面镜子,你对它微笑,它同样也会对你报以笑容的。人生虽然是一冬铺满荆棘、坎坷、曲折的路,但日子每天都是新的,生活永远像我们翻开崭新的一页。
笑口常开者幸福如春。笑,它将化为和煦的春风,将为你送去暖暖的春意。笑待他人,你永远年轻。不要过分的期待自己的辉煌,不要过分的重视自己的地位,你便会过得坦然而自信――没有蓝天的博大,却可以有白云的悠然;没有大海的辽阔,却可以有小溪的执著;没有花的芬芳,却可以有小草的淳朴――面对生活坦然的微笑,并投入生活的激流,便会找到真实的自我,找到生活的快乐。
朋友们,当你处在困难之中时,请以真诚的微笑面对吧,你会信心百倍的摆脱困境的;当你失意时,你应该微笑,要以自信的微笑驱散罩在你心头的那片乌云,去迎接另一个晴朗的艳阳天。让我们微笑的面对生活吧!生活就是这样。
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2014-03-02
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My classes for the day had been canceled. It was English, my best subject, but it was nice to have a break for once (it was a very intense class). I was carrying almost twenty hours this semester and could barely find time to sleep. I didn't want to be in college. I wanted to write. I wanted to write books that changed the world. Books that would one day be classics. Books that were required reading for schools and colleges everywhere.
My parents shared my ambition (in their own way, of course). They wanted me to go all the way. Get my masters, Doctorate, and anything else that was possible. They didn't care what I majored in, they just wanted me to be in college.
College was a waste of time. It felt so stupid to be sitting in class, wasting my life away. Most of the time I sat in class, barely listening, and wrote my stories. I had submitted lots of short stories and was never published. My stories were “too progressive,” which meant they thought the stories would offend someone. If they woke up and realized it, every story, everywhere, is going to offend somebody!!! Obviously they didn't pay much attention to the readers, the very people they served.
I was sitting in my truck. My friends all had class and couldn't do anything with me. I was hungry, but didn't want to go anywhere by myself. It was almost one. I called everyone I knew, hoping someone would answer their phone. After ten or eleven tries, someone finally answered. Apparently they had to work. The next person was in class. I felt desperate.
I remembered my mom was suppose to have an appointment today. She works with the parents of kids with disabilities. She usually met the parents for lunch or coffee to go over different stuff. I don't really remember what she talked with them about, but I'm sure it was important (in some way.)
My parents shared my ambition (in their own way, of course). They wanted me to go all the way. Get my masters, Doctorate, and anything else that was possible. They didn't care what I majored in, they just wanted me to be in college.
College was a waste of time. It felt so stupid to be sitting in class, wasting my life away. Most of the time I sat in class, barely listening, and wrote my stories. I had submitted lots of short stories and was never published. My stories were “too progressive,” which meant they thought the stories would offend someone. If they woke up and realized it, every story, everywhere, is going to offend somebody!!! Obviously they didn't pay much attention to the readers, the very people they served.
I was sitting in my truck. My friends all had class and couldn't do anything with me. I was hungry, but didn't want to go anywhere by myself. It was almost one. I called everyone I knew, hoping someone would answer their phone. After ten or eleven tries, someone finally answered. Apparently they had to work. The next person was in class. I felt desperate.
I remembered my mom was suppose to have an appointment today. She works with the parents of kids with disabilities. She usually met the parents for lunch or coffee to go over different stuff. I don't really remember what she talked with them about, but I'm sure it was important (in some way.)
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