Worry and love 8-word composition

since I was 16 years old, I have understood that love is only a faint sadness in this world, and it is not as beautiful as I imagined. Just as I was sitting in the examination room of the college entrance examination today, I looked up and saw the cloudy sky, thinking about him, thinking about whether we will be far apart in two months or three months, whether he will have a new lover or like another kind of person, and I will be thrown into the wind like the ring I lost in those years, and then gradually forgotten.

as long as you fall in love, you will be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, no matter who you are. I was attracted to him from the first sight of him when I entered the military training in high school, and I couldn't help myself until I was in the same dormitory. Of course, such a secret little secret can only be hidden in my heart in the throb of adolescence. It's not to avoid the teacher's ban on puppy love, but more, it's the eyes of others. I even envy the girls who adore him, and I can avoid the teacher's eyes and hand him one pink letter after another, or ask him to have dinner together. And I, although I can eat, fetch water and even take a bath with him without scruple, always feel that there is an insurmountable gap around me, which separates us and my love. I feel that I am confined, and my sadness is growing endlessly, just like the growing beard on my lips and the little emotions that are getting out of control in my heart.

until yiru fell in love with me. I think I can use the word "love", because gradually, she takes up most of my time except studying, and will avoid the teacher to invite me to dinner. physical education class will bring me water and pass me notes in class, especially running exercises twice a day. When the team runs to the corner of the playground, I can always feel a figure looking back in front. Gradually, some gossip appeared among the students, and the teacher began to call our names constantly. In fact, I don't care anyway. I'm numb. I know I don't like Yiru, but I enjoy this feeling. The impetuous youth always needs to be vented. It doesn't matter who it is.

two months later, Yiru broke up with me. I listened and thought lightly, and finally ended this absurd relationship. Yiru took out another stack of love letters and said, I'm sorry, he is better than you. I ... I caught a glimpse of the name that I had recited in my heart for thousands of times, and my heart ached. Yiru looked at me and cried and said, I'm sorry, but I can't lie to you or myself! My heart aches even more. Since I entered school, there have been no fewer girls who pursue him. There are girls who are more beautiful, more gentle, and even ... He has been unmoved, and I have always been hopeful. I just didn't expect that what he likes is just a faint and ordinary one. I looked at Yiru's face and seemed to find that, perhaps, she was also good-looking. Yiru said, I'm sorry to hurt you like this. I said it doesn't matter. Only I know in my heart that it is not her who hurts me.

On the night when Yiru abandoned me, I didn't go to study at night on the pretext of being unwell. I didn't know how to face him at the same table. I don't want to see his eyes on the woman who has a complicated relationship with me, at least not today. I don't want to think about whether there will be no way out in the future.

I was tossing and turning in bed when a familiar footstep approached me gently. My hand was held in confusion, and a familiar voice said, "You are single now. Do I have a chance?" Then, a ring was put on my ring finger without saying anything. I said at a loss, "How do you know my finger size?" "Fool." He smiled and said, "I steal your hand under the desk every day. I am familiar with it." He helped me turn on the bedside lamp. I looked at the pair of Cartier carefully, which was my favorite style, but how did he know? "The last time you bought a fashion magazine for Yiru, you looked through this advertisement and flipped it three times before, so I remembered it." As he spoke, he took off his ring and said, "Our names are engraved in it, Jacky &; John, we want to be together forever. " It turned out that he was so careful that I let tears run down my face, because he helped me dry it. After that, our hands are often held in the desk under the cover of books. The classroom is so full of happiness. We only watch, laugh and don't talk about the on-off and on-off of adolescent boys and girls around us, because we are the most determined.

however, a year later, I finally lost that ring. Because I saw him with the school flower. Shouldn't love be a lifetime? Is it because our love can only exist underground that he can be unfaithful? He went back to the dormitory and saw that I no longer had that ring in my hand, so he didn't speak. Soon, he applied for a change of dormitory and seat, and we were completely forgotten.

Take it easy. I have finished answering the Chinese question carefully. I don't know where he will go, so maybe it doesn't matter to me where he gets the exam. I laughed at myself silently, filled in the roll paper, handed in the paper and went out.

However, he is standing at the school gate, handsome and tall, bathed in the afternoon sun like a god of war, and the red convertible is parked next to him. I just remembered that I haven't seen him at school for a long time. It seems that I deliberately want to forget him, and I really buried my sadness of not seeing him in my heart. If I didn't open it, it gradually became a deliberate neglect. He came up to me and opened a box, which turned out to be that pair of rings. He said; "You can really throw it. I looked for it for three days before I found it in the grass on campus. I immigrated to the United States. Would you like to register with me and live in a foreign country together? "

I looked at the ring, looked at him and said, "Can you wait for me for three days? I want to finish all the subjects."

sunny weather is really cute. Love will go through sorrow, but it must not be the end.

I was alone in my room, hiding my thoughts, and a delicate fragrance of gardenia was sent into my nose. Looking at the window, the afterglow of the sunset was caged in a gardenia flower with a smile, and the breeze was slightly drunk, unconsciously, and the courtyard was deep.

A comma-sized bug rests on the yellow title page that I have closed with flowers. Life is as small and fragile as it is, which makes people feel a little more playful when they are worried. Exhausted by work, I fiddled with the pen tip with great interest, blocking the way it wanted to go again and again, and it changed direction with me, repeatedly exhausted, lost everything in the north and south, and stayed quietly in the book.

in this way, we lose interest. It's really worrying to give up your goal just because you were teased. Like an epiphany, yes, isn't it the same for people? The universe is big, and watching people is like watching insects, which is small and humble. Faced with the teasing and disasters of the universe, people are discouraged, sitting on their hands and tying themselves up. What is the difference between them and bugs? So lost the ideal and direction, lost again and again in the face of disasters, this state of existence is not even more worrying?

Looking at the bug again, I suddenly have a feeling of we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end. Being in the same place between heaven and earth, I have the same sadness. I suddenly feel pity, stir it up with a pen tip and gently put it on the gardenia leaf. The faint fragrance seemed to reinvigorate it, and the little guy quickly hid in the thick green branches. A breeze blew a gardenia under my nose, and the white butterfly rested on the flower for a while and rested on my shoulder. At this moment, flowers, butterflies and I are integrated into one, an indescribable beauty of sadness! As if to thank my love for insects, "equality" is my greatest glory at the moment.

There is an inexplicable sense of superiority in life between heaven and earth. Over-confidence in the power of individuals and thoughts has gradually tilted the balance of life. Only when human beings learn to hold the philosophy of love for everything and treat each other as equals can they successfully break through the spiritual barriers and get the most real touch.

it is kindness to pull people out of suffering. Giving people pleasure is called sadness. The word "compassion" is the supreme way on earth. Similarly, putting yourself in others' shoes and giving equal love without stint will gain respect and admiration for life; If you don't give up your ideals and pursuits, you will turn your relatives' worries about yourself into their love and return. Thanks to a bug that accidentally climbed onto my page, it helped me sort out the philosophy of worry and love!

Looking out of the window at the gardenia flowers and the most metaphysical starry sky overhead, I can't help feeling deeply. If we can't cherish the feelings of compassion for others, be careful of the romance of blooming flowers and falling flowers, and put "care" in "care", how will human beings live a poetic and comfortable life in such a vast and mysterious universe?

A brief comment on the author's Wen Xin carving a "worm", but he carved a flying "dragon", either diving in Yu Yuan or flying in the sky, with twists and turns. In this paper, it is wonderful to start with the smallest event, which is characterized by nuance, meticulous thinking and meticulous observation. Therefore, the article gives birth to endless feelings, including the Taoist "uniformity", the Buddhist "compassion" and its own epiphany "philosophy of worry and love". Focusing on "the most metaphysical sky", therefore, the most humble creatures are also "concerned" and "caring", which has also become the ultimate concern with vast cosmic feelings.

Strictly speaking, there can be no true love without worry, just as there can be no real hometown without a foreign land.

you should know that I love my hometown in the north, sadly.

"Humayi flies to the north, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest". It was not until I first felt the north alone in the southern town of Zhangjiagang that I realized that the first half of the poem was about me. The wind is blowing from the north again, across the vast wheat fields and the vast sky, across the barren wilderness, across the desolate bald forest, across the snow-covered road and the frozen river, all the way south, just like I did all the way south, to this wet and rainy south. North, north, unconsciously, my hometown is thousands of miles away, and I am already a Jiangnan person.

dreams are always somewhere else, always where we haven't arrived or left. Didn't I come to the south firmly at that time? Didn't I really dislike some ugliness in my hometown at that time? Didn't I feel worried or angry about my hometown at that time? Then why do I sincerely miss the life and scenery in the north in the south?

You should know that it is hard to forget the places where you have devoted your energy, time and effort. After all, where you have paid "love", you can "grow golden ears of wheat and catch a car."

my love is thousands of miles away, and my worries are close at hand. You don't blame me for leaving, do you If you don't leave, your hometown will never introspect. This is another kind of true love, woven with sad love, I hope you also know.

Actually, my love and worries are all in my hometown. The north wind blows against my face. At this moment, I am like a seed in the wind. There is no familiar soil around me, no friends who know the roots, and no spiritual comfort. I almost burst into tears. The wind is blowing from the north, and the shrill wind is passing through the corner of my hometown again, right? Sparrows are staggering in the wind again, and the vigorous and thin branches are shaking in the cold wind. Is the haze coming? The child's little hand didn't blow a crack, did it?

The wind comes from the north. The same wind blows my friends in the north and me in the south. Do they think of me? In the rural hometown, children are running in the wilderness, listening to the wind and looking forward to the arrival of spring. How beautiful the spring in my hometown is, but I can't love it.

As you know, Chinese aesthetics is always associated with sadness, and Chinese love is often intermingled with tears and sadness.

The wind is blowing from the north, and I live in the south. It is estimated that there will not be too many opportunities for me to return to the north, and it will be less and less in the future. Many of my fellow villagers in the north also live happily in the south, and some of them haven't been back for many years. I don't know if they sometimes sincerely recall the distant north, the place where they grew up, the place where they left joy and pain, and the hometown where the local accent is hard to change.

Later, I thought: Thanks to coming to a foreign land, in a foreign land, on the coordinate axis of "worry" and "love", I really thought about who I am and where I should go.