This Is What I'm Into
I spent the first 20 years of my life terrified about what other people thought about me. Like, lay-awake-stressing about-whether-or-not-my-classmates-hate-my-backpack kind of terrified. So, I tried to minimize my inherent nerdiness as much as possible, especially when it came to my closet obsession: saving the world.
My eco-geekiness started when I was 13 and my favorite teen magazine arrived in the mail with a "Save the Earth Designated Representative, Girl!" cover. I remember it so clearly! It was filled with all sorts of easy tips to go green.
Among many of the dork facts I learned that day: turning off the water while you brush your teeth saves 200 gallons of water every year—per person! Let's just say I started doing that right away. I mean, it is kind of a big deal considering Earth doesn't have an unlimited amount of fresh water (converting the ocean into drinkable water is super hard and expensive, I found out).
My hippie parents were all too eager to start recycling and reusing, so we became that family. The ones who washed out I Can't Believe It's Not Butter containers and used them for storage. The ones who carried canvas tote bags to the grocery store and our own mugs to the coffee shop long before it was even remotely cool.
I knew it was the right thing to do for the environment, but I cringed every time my mom would dig a plastic bottle out of a public trashcan and put it in the recycling bag she kept in the trunk of the car.
One day, the most popular girl in school apartment hong kong, Julie M., called me out in front of my entire AP English class for drinking out of a reusable Thermos instead of a store-bought water bottle.
I honestly thought I might die of shame. I slunk home that day and told my mom all the humiliating details.
"Well, which do you like better," she said nonchalantly, clearly used to this kind of public scrutiny. "Julie or the planet?"
And right then, something clicked. I actually hated Julie—she was vile and ridiculous. Why did I care what she—or anyone—thought about my eco-ness? At the end of the day I was proud of myself for helping the environment and I knew I was doing the right thing.
So—finally—I began to let my freaky green flag fly! I called out litterbugs Sheung Wan apartment, collected magazines from my friends to recycle, and brought my own cup to Starbucks. And then the strangest thing happened: people started copying me.
One by one, my friends began to flick off the lights, buy recycled notebooks, and feed paper back into the printer to make use of the other side. It's not that they were oh-so-passionate about the environment, but they were drawn to my confidence.
The most popular people (not only in high school but in life) are those who stand proudly and say "Yeah, this is what I'm into. WHAT." Even if they don't share your enthusiasm, they will envy your confidence and want to be like you, and that means following your example.
Spend time with someone
A person's time, also can live very well, like a cloud of leisurely, like the clear water, as soft as the breeze, like flowers quietly elegant fragrance, like quiet night just as gentle and peaceful.
One morning, as the first ray of dawn sun slowly spilled into the window of the moment, open your eyes, feel the peace of the morning, enjoy the warm sun into the heart of the warm, open new and beautiful day trip.
Open the door gently, welcome the sunlight into the room, let the warm sunshine into the room, the warm and harmonious atmosphere overflow the heart.
Conveniently put on a pair of lightweight and comfortable shoes, stepping the scroll in the early morning the first drop of dew rhyme, quietly walking along the country road, with the blossom inspring the morning dew glittering and translucent, lightly with the morning after. Quietly feel the joy of awakening in time, and gently feel the poetry of the smoke.
It turns out that a person's time can be so warm and pleasant.
A person's afternoon, along the long river embankment walk, the breeze on the face, long hair elegant. Look at the shining, the sun gently pour across the river, a little bit of gold on the lake jump, the sparkle. A group of shrimps lurking in the grass of the river were chasing and frolicking like a group of carefree young children. The small fish at the bottom of the river spit out a string of bubbles, like a bubble match. On the bottom of a clear river lie many stones of different sizes, a large stone under a large hand, and a big crab squatting there, looking forward, what is it expecting?
SHH! Don't worry, see? A tiny little crab, small enough to have a thumb, was creeping slowly out of the stone. It is no wonder that mother crab's eyes are so loving, it is to look forward to the beloved baby bravely stepping out of the home, towards the outside world.
Walking slowly to the dam on the dam, leaning against the stone slabs to sit down, looking out, a blue water from the top down, trickling, flow. The white clouds in the sky, the trees on the hill race against the river, paint a beautiful landscape painting. A kingfisher swooped down, crossed the river in a hurry, started a circle of ripples, disturbed the landscape of the river, and broke the tranquility of the river.
Ear, the dam on the water, with the sound of a going, sing a song, song, pour down from the dam, splash splashing patches of white, on the Banks of the long connection into a one meter high waterfall water, it looks good. With the interest, take out the mobile phone, click a few shots, engraved the unique beautiful moment.
It turns out that a person's time can be so beautiful and quiet.
One person's evening, move a bamboo chair to put on the balcony, sit on bamboo chair, look at sunset glow sky, reflect red opposite hill point. Until nightfall, a wisp of twilight since the rise of the sky quietly, the roof of the village has wisps smoke curled up on the straight, to meet the rays of evening to float to the sky, until with be in harmony are an organic whole, regardless of each other. The path at the bottom of the building began to stir.
A group of flowers, graceful and graceful, wearing the village lane, the direction of the home. Eye with the duck's turned the corner, is between the floating, and heard a burst of "ga ga ga" sound, looked inside, the three little goose walk with measured steps, mighty came along, like soldiers in drills JunZi loud and grand, the look they that perky strong, is to think of myself has become a general.
Suddenly, walking in the last big white goose gives a sharp and frightened of the strange cry, originally a big yellow dog to run into, frighten big white goose to be frightened to be pale, suddenly chaos military posture.
The big yellow dog that ran up and down ran to the front of the big white goose, and turned and squatted in the middle of the road, as if to say, "see, that's the real thing!" The big white geese had long since lost their swagger and saw the big yellow dog blocking the way. After the last master shouted a few words, still did not work, picked up a small stone, threw to the big yellow dog, frightened the big yellow dog quickly up, turned around, ran away. The great white goose, under the protection of its master, resumed its military posture, valiantly and vigorously advancing.
( Päivitetty: 17.05.2018 05:12 )
When I first moved to the new store, the old man from next door came to help me. Next door is a brand health store with children playing in the open shop.
When I come back to visit my shop, my shop has straightened out. Calm down, the story of her dialect is full of adventure. This year, she was seventy-three years old, and she had been bumping along with her son, north and south.
A child's mother is bitter, but she needs a mother. Her son is an entrepreneur, a family, and every difficult period of raising a child, she is the figure of her conduct, is her free support.
In the past ten years, the three grandchildren grew up, and the business of the son was satisfied, and the old man's smile was full of sweetness. In the meantime, his wife died, and the old mother was in a hurry. In a hurry, the old mother in her nineties often wiped her tears from the phone.
The new street we are in is not crowded, and the shops are not fully occupied. My family's food is close to her "perfect", the first day met her son, used to say: my family's life, your family's beauty, destiny is destined to future we must help each other!
As a foreigner, I get along well with each other. The old man always taught me to make home-cooked food while the children were at school. I stayed with her for a long time, and I was as easy-going as my relatives. Sometimes when I think of my parents suddenly, I make a phone call.
My parents in the countryside endowment and her mother-in-law, though they are not around, but have they stick to the nest, they release the bird would often go home, we in the home of the birds won't forget all about the route.
The old man moved with his son and grandson, from the south to the north, from the west to the east, along the way, along the way.
We are all migratory birds, and we polish each other's feathers in a strange land.
Journey to sakura valley
Unknowingly, it is the good season to enjoy the flowers in March, and the cherry blossoms in March are the most beautiful. Looking at the cherry blossoms and appreciating the cherry blossoms has always been a good wish in my heart, and this year has finally come true.
To say that in the vicinity of qujing, the most beautiful to count marlon cherry valley cherry blossoms. Marlon sakura valley is located in the Malone shen jiashan mountain, the mountain is planted to enjoy the cherry blossom 40 mu, the layers feel clear, forming the beautiful sakura valley.
Along the mountain path, it takes about 40 minutes to reach the sakura valley. First, there is a large and colorful blossom of cherry blossoms, clusters, clusters, powders, deep powder... It's a wonder.
The flower petals are beautiful and pure, and the petals are like a small bun. In the middle of the petals, the flower buds like a sunflowers, the wind and the wind, graceful. The edge of the petals is a cluster of small dots that appear to be rich and pleasant. Thin as the petals of a paper, as if lightly pinched, can release sufficient moisture. The flower bud of the petal is about an inch long, as if a brilliant solar flower is in the wind, seems to show its graceful appearance.
Flowers, such as snow, but even more beautiful than snow, cherry blossoms, like clouds, but more pure than clouds, looking at this valley of cherry blossoms, I have fallen deeply into their territory, unable to extricate themselves, reverie.
The manchurian cherry blossoms, the tourists, the children's laughter has formed a beautiful harmonious landscape painting, next march, let us meet the sakura valley.