Insipid is a transparent cocoon

New Year's Day holiday, this is agreed with a good classmate get together, she took her boyfriend home, I also happened to go a relative, although I came back early, she left very late, but did not meet again. Message: I'm back, did you go back?

Home is not back, too afraid to urge marriage, in the face of confusion, so go relatives is also an excuse, in escape, I call in advance to say the reason, so to relatives they will not ask me too much, chat or inevitable talk up this sensitive topic, but are trying to say my parents' difficulties, said the concept of rural home, coupled with the village general big people are married, Also in a hurry.

I also know that hiding is futile, marriage is inevitable, it is only a matter of time. People will be confused, different age groups will have different age groups of confusion, he said my uncle every time depressed or can not find the direction of the time to go to the train station or bus station to see so beggars, come back to look much easier, I can not help laughing after listening. But also feel some truth, everyone confused has a way to vent, this is also a good way.

My subconscious thought that my classmate came back this time. She probably thought that playing with me now would stimulate me. I just love, she dare not comfort, dare not say more, even don't come to me to play. Of course, I did not blame her, she also considered my feelings, afraid of touching my pain. I find it easy to talk standing up. This is our habit from childhood, all the time to compare, in school than study, now than who married better, especially around the people, will be more concerned.

A lot of people's misfortune comes from this, see other people's life is not happy, see around colleagues get a raise and promotion will hate, so will live very tired, so say people's life to compare it, but also want, such as my uncle's comparison is reasonable, this compared with their own people, at least can be more than confidence and happiness.

Compared to less than more than below, also don't feel how miserable. I found a little comfort. So those beggars, they compared with who, you can imagine, they want more than their peers, want more heart will swear a few words. This is jealousy, another meaning of comparison I think is jealousy, those beggars will never compare the well-dressed pedestrians on the road, they envy. I feel like it's someone else's life. Most people are centered around the people around them, and rarely are they self-centered and centered around the higher people.

Compared with myself, Yu Minhong once said that you should not care how many people walk in the street. There will always be people walking faster than you, and there will always be people walking slower than you. Just move on when you can, and maybe you will come to the front of happiness slowly.

People can not change the comparison, so the comparison of people around you can motivate you, give you power, do not feel pressure, not pain, you will rise a big. Please live for their own, but carefully think about the eyes of so loved ones, and dare not crazy out of this. You can compare, look at yourself every day, learn to compare yourself with yesterday, don't care too much about other people's eyes; Don't limit yourself to your surroundings. You can have a dream and strive for higher goals. Just walk and you won't be so tired.

1000 words essay 2

Scenery, sometimes do not need to deliberately pursue. Look back and there it is.

I went to visit my grandmother by bike with my mother at the weekend. My mother said she was heavier than me and she came to give me a lift.

My mother rode in the front, and I took a leisurely view in the back seat. Rows of poplar undressed, along the traffic slowly back, like a movie. In the distant mountains, wisps of smoke rose from cooking POTS, thinking which mother was busy again.

After a short ride, my mother was out of breath and walking slowly.

"Oh," the mother gasped, said: "In the end is a long time did not exercise ah, did not ride a few steps tired."

"Why don't I give you a ride?"

"No, no." Mother said quickly, "Ling, you know what? When I was a child, I often followed your grandmother to sell green pepper in the town. At that time, we had no money, so we had an old bicycle. Your grandmother rode in front, and I watched the scenery in the back seat. On the way back, grandma will spend a little money to buy me a pancake to eat, and sometimes secretly slip me a dime..." My mother seemed to choke up as she spoke, but I could not see her expression.

Just to see the poplar trees passing quickly, like the passing of time.

The winter wind was cold, and I couldn't help sneezing.

"Is it cold? Cold put your hand in my pocket."

"HMM." I gently around the mother slightly fat waist, hand into the mother's purse, or familiar warm, I could not help a sour nose, before the hand cold, mother will let me reach into her pocket, mother's purse seems to have a magical magic. Every time a stretch in, a warm will be poured all over the body...

Imperceptibly my grandmother's home arrived, entered the house, my grandmother was busy to pour us tea. Suddenly Grandma clapped her forehead, "Almost let me forget! I got up early and made some pancakes for you, which are still hot in the pan! I'll get it for you!"

"Mom, how can you make pancakes now?" My mother laughed.

"When you were young, you loved pancakes."

...

Sunset lazy crouching in the sky, my mother and I have to go back, haven't gone far, I heard my grandmother's cry, I saw my grandmother carrying a large bag of oranges, carefully stepped across the threshold, my grandmother is old, not too strong, she staggered around the front of the table, carrying oranges, step by step to us, came to us, is gasping for breath.

Grandma slipped the orange to mother. "This orange, sweet!"

"Thanks, Mom!" My mother's eyes moistened slightly.

"For what? Work hard, both of you, study hard, but don't tire yourself out." Grandma smiled, like a blossoming wild chrysanthemum, brilliant bloom......

I continued to look at the scenery in the back seat, suddenly thought of a poem, "You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, the people watching the scenery on the bridge to see you, the bright moon decorated your window, you decorate the dream of others."

Looking back, the familiar figure is still looking at the door.

Originally, scenery sometimes do not need to deliberately pursue. Look back and there it is.

Hits the poplar flies in front of me, but no matter what, it always stands there, formed a beautiful landscape. Like the family, always never far away.

I know that I am the scenery of my mother's life.