I am a blank sheet of paper, and my master only wrote two lines on me. When he found the writing unsatisfactory, he simply tore me up and threw me out of the window. ...
I am so heartbroken that I am afraid of falling on a clean street and hanging from a high branch. You think that will have a greater impact on the city! I'm more worried about being buried in the mud or being turned into a garbage dump. If so, I'll be miserable-I'll never turn over, let alone expect to exert my residual heat-won't I? I am still a piece of paper with many blanks.
Maybe fate still cares for me. There is a warm wind blowing outside, and I am lucky to be flying with it-
I landed on the balcony of an old woman and the wind stopped. I stopped to observe the old woman's every move: she was obviously diligent. First she washes rice, and then she wipes the furniture with rice washing water-strangely, the furniture wiped with rice washing water is as bright as new. She will also use the water from washing clothes to wash the mop and dry the dregs left by drinking tea-I know, she wants to collect them and make a comfortable tea pillow that can help improve sleep.
Seeing all this, I sincerely envy Taomi water, laundry water and tea dregs-clever owners turn waste into treasure and make full use of them-they have fully realized their own value.
A gust of wind, I came to the window sill of a young girl. I leaned over and looked at it. Her room is very beautiful, colorful and full of interest. I looked intently, hehe-the photo frame on the table is made of disposable chopsticks, antique; The pen holder is transformed with salad jar, which is exquisite and chic; The storage box is converted into a snack box, which is practical and beautiful. Look at the dolls placed on the bedside table, which are carefully combined with beverage bottles, rags and colored wool. The handbag hanging on the wall is creatively sewn together with the trouser legs of jeans ... It seems that in front of ingenious people, many waste items can be turned into trinkets that can decorate life.
Thinking about it, a gust of wind passed, and I actually drifted to the "waste materials renovation exhibition hall". Through the bright big glass window, I see a beautiful world: toy bicycles assembled with straws are full of childlike interest; The wall hook made of dry branches is full of pastoral flavor; The small basket folded from old newspapers is unique; The lanterns made of cans are creative; The lampshade made of waste CDs is exquisite; Cartons are patched together into floors, exquisite; Transparent glass bottles are filled with percussion instruments made of colored liquids of different heights, which is dazzling ... The works of art are eye-opening and full of praise.
The wind was a little strong and I had to leave reluctantly. With the wind, I don't know where it landed. Not willing to be reduced, I want someone to accept me, let me make the best use of it, use me to make drafts and do exercises, or use me to fold into boats and baskets, or use other waste paper to collect me and recycle!
I prayed, God, please give me a place to use-
I am still useful!
I'm still smiling. Life owes us nothing, so there is no need to frown.
We should be grateful for life. At least, it gives us life and living space. Smile is an attitude towards life, which is not necessarily related to wealth, status and circumstances.
A rich man may be worried all day, while a poor man may be in a good mood: a disabled person may be calm and optimistic; A person in a good situation may frown, a person in a bad situation may smile ... It is normal for a person's mood to be affected by the environment, but no matter how hard you suffer, it will not change the situation. On the contrary, if you live with a smile, you will increase your affinity, and others will be more willing to associate with you and get more opportunities. Only those who have sunshine in their hearts can feel the sunshine of reality. If they are always sad, how can life be beautiful? Life is always a mirror, which reflects our image. When we cry, life is crying, and when we smile, life is smiling.
Smile from the heart, neither humble nor supercilious. It is neither a fool of the weak nor a flattery of the strong. A flattering smile is a fake smile, but a fake smile won't last long. Once they get the chance, they will take off their masks and show their true colors.
Smiling has no purpose, no matter to the boss or the doorman, it is the same. Smiling is respect for others and life. Smiling is rewarding. Interpersonal relationship is like the balance of forces in physics. As you treat others, others will treat you. The more you smile at others, the more others will smile at you.
After being misinterpreted by others, you can choose to be furious or smile. Usually, a smile is more powerful, because it will shock the other person's heart, and the openness and tolerance revealed will make the other person feel small and ugly. The clear is self-clear, and the turbid is self-turbid.
Sometimes it is unnecessary to explain and argue too much. Give a smile to those who make trouble without reason and deliberately slander, and the rest will be proved by time. So, I still smile, I still fly, even if my wings are broken, my heart will fly.
-Inscription Endless nights are eroding my endless worries, surrounded by terrible silence. I got up and went to the window. The wind was so cold that it bypassed the undulating curtains and pierced my numb nerves. I shivered and shrank my neck.
The lights outside filled the whole yard with sunlight, the semi-bald trees trembled in the rustling autumn wind, and a few yellow leaves stubbornly stuck to their posts, but in the end they couldn't hold on, falling headlong on the cold concrete floor. I sighed, ashamed of my life that disappeared quietly, and even more ashamed of my achievements.
I don't understand why when God gives people the gift of victory and joy, it is always tied with failure and bitterness. I can't get rid of the bite of the failed hand, just like a lily crying in the wind and rain, which weakens my desire for sunshine and lasting pride in my heart. How many times I searched hard, how many times I was at a loss, my dream was like an elf drifting with the snowflake, my heart was cold and my mind was confused ... The wind in the middle of the night blew down the dead leaves lying on the ground feebly, tossing and turning until it reached the root of a big tree-a tree with leaves.
I suddenly understood: loss means new gains, and decline means a new beginning. A yellow leaf withered, rotted, eroded and frozen. When spring blossoms, it will be a layer of shade.
Seeing this, I am relieved. Failure is the factor of success. Without it, the alarm clock won't ring in your ear. Failure is also a burden of life. Carrying it for a long time will grind out several unnecessary blood bubbles on the trudging feet.
In the darkness, I felt the sunshine after the storm. "Confidence in life for 200 years will be like hitting water for 3,000 years"! Let the free and easy walk with the wind and rain.
As long as my youth is still there, I won't be sad. As long as the sun is still there, I will not be lonely and will not stop. Even if I am trapped in the vast desert, the oasis of hope is still there, and my heart is still flying. Thought of here, I can't help laughing.
Looking up, I don't know when a pair of blinking eyes appeared in the sky. After the darkness comes the dawn, when the haze disappears, it is still a rainbow. When you run out of crazy sand, raise your confident sail and face difficulties, you will get gold! Don't bid farewell to the field of the soul because of the temporary desolation. Start with a smile, even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.
I still insist on "come on, work harder, you can do it, believe in yourself!" " This is a fierce competition, a confrontation between me and myself. The PE exam is coming. It's quite a headache to take injections and medicine since I was a child. I am in poor health. "Lack of exercise" is the most unchangeable explanation for my father's illness. I am helpless, but I am "powerless"! I am overwhelmed by the heavy study tasks. If I have more time, I just want to have a good sleep and wake up naturally. How can I have the energy to develop my sports career? I can't help looking at the countdown calendar page by page. I can't be calm for a long time. In order to earn more, I have to work hard, so I have to pick up skipping practice! I jumped left, I jumped right, I jumped up and down, I threw the skipping rope all over and sat on the ground, very tired, but I persisted, thinking about my parents' expectations, teachers' teaching, friends' encouragement and support. After I calmed down, I grabbed the skipping rope and patted the dust on him. "Hey, let's work together!" So, I persisted and worked hard, "Come on, come on, surpass yourself! ! "I meditated in my heart and let the skipping rope in my hand spin rapidly. I fight for my dream! "Stop ..! "One minute, the friend who counted the time gave the order. I finally stopped and looked at the skipping counter in my hand. My heart is very impulsive, and my mood turns cloudy and sunny.
" 149! 149! ! ! I made it! I said to myself, "I'm still holding on! "People's physique is limited, and faith is infinite; Man's strength is limited. Perseverance can work miracles. I still insist, I have my own infinite beliefs. Even if I am tired, I won't give up. I know persistence can win, I know persistence can see the first ray of sunshine that warms the earth, and I know persistence can lead me forward.
I am still childlike, I am still beautiful, I am still thrilling, and I am still practical. Example: I am still the longest exam in my life. No one can guarantee that I can do well in the exam, but mistakes are the true nature of life.
Uncover those gorgeous surfaces, only to find that I am still me and have never changed. When I was a child, I couldn't help admiring my cousin.
She is a woman who walked out of poetry and painting in Jiangnan. She has a gentle and honest temperament, but she doesn't stick to the rules and can still keep a clear head in a cruel society. Such a woman will be attracted to her as long as she has seen it, right? The ego worships that extraordinary temperament, and a crazy idea has formed in my mind-I want to be such a woman! Since this idea was formed, I have started a crazy change, but I can't disturb my parents.
Idol poster, throw it away; Preference for black, hiding; My favorite doll has been sent ... in an instant, almost everything that has nothing to do with that temperament has changed. Ink and wash are hung on the wall; Color, change to light color; On the bedside, there is a dream of red mansions.
I'm trying to be that woman! I started to have long hair in order to get closer to my cousin. The violin that had been forgotten for many years was picked up again.
In order to get closer to that kind of refinement, I have been muddling along in my own achievements, and I began to get angry and try to be strong. This change surprised me myself. Maybe it's God's mercy. I find myself feeling a bit like my cousin! This makes me very excited.
I couldn't help climbing onto the bed and jumping up, but I suddenly realized something. I immediately packed my clothes and sat up ... Finally, I finished reading A Dream of Red Mansions, but I was lost in thought-there are so many women in the Grand View Garden, but their personalities are different. Xifeng is hot and Baochai is smart. Many women show their charm in a small world. They have * * * things, but they have unique personalities.
Now I'm just copying my cousin. Her temperament doesn't suit me. This is her personality, not mine! Just like my body is great, she is weak; I love fashion and she loves classics. They are very different. This made me realize that I can only be myself, not others! I have to thank a dream of red mansions for letting me know this, and I also want to thank my cousin for letting me know that I am me! Who hasn't done anything stupid when he is young and frivolous? But it makes you know yourself better.
Please write a short essay of about 800 words on the topic of "My original heart remains the same". If each of us has a mask, then we will only be black and blue because of our own edges and corners. Although there are many helplessness, sadness, unwillingness and pain in life, no one really wants to die, right? In today's bustling world, do you still have a cup of fragrant tea and a roll of ancient books? Do you still have leisure to listen to a slow song and write a diary? Do you still have the freedom to watch the clouds roll and relax? Of course not. Just because materialism and power are rampant, people's minds are getting heavier and heavier, which does not mean that our hearts are impure. No wonder we are. Sometimes, we want to be alone for a while, shielding the noise around us and ignoring the noise in our ears. We just want to enjoy life alone in a small world. I don't worship the strong, and I don't pity the weak. No matter how strong a person is, he will be weak, and cowardice is only because he looks down on himself. I have always disliked dealing with those pitiful people. Even though they are poor and weak, I still don't like such people. They are too affected and melodramatic. If you are human, you will always win the sense of despair, because bad news will come unexpectedly. Of course, this is not to let us worry about nothing, but to do our best and leave no regrets.
Sometimes, I suddenly want to wander. I carry a big shoulder bag around the world, even if I sleep on the street in time. However, I am reluctant to leave the people I love, the friends who care about me, and the classroom full of spiritual brilliance. Perhaps, each of us is a contradictory individual, full of hope and despair, including courage and timidity. For some people, some things are best forgotten, but we are not fish and have no memory of only seven seconds. Sometimes, I will be quiet and seem isolated from the world, but the next moment, I will talk to my friends with a smile on my face. In their eyes, I have always been full of wisdom, but only I know that my so-called wisdom is pitiful.
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The heart remains the same, no regrets.
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I still write 600 words for the topic, I am still me.
Stepping into the gate of high school, I was curious about the new campus and unconsciously felt something was missing.
Looking back on the active junior high school classroom in the past, it is obvious that the senior high school classroom is so boring. The students all took off their childish faces and had a mature heart inside. With my view of things, I am not as bold and fearless as I was in junior high school. Without those simple ideas.
As for me, I still looked out of the window silently, as dull as a kite with a broken line, trying to find that line. Watching boys play basketball on the playground, you can put aside everything and play what you like. Not afraid of losing, and me? A brainless girl, immersed in a sea of books every day. My back is full of books and questions. No matter how heavy it is, I will always recite it. Can't be left behind like them. I can only bear everything silently.
Lying on the playground of the high school campus, I feel very relaxed. Unload all troubles and look up at the blue sky, as if you are in a sea of clouds, and you can be carefree. On the playground of junior high school, we are still a group of children holding hands and running and playing together. Happy, tired of playing, lying on the lawn, telling everyone about our lofty ideals, and we also agreed to be together forever. Go all the way to college and work. But now I think about everything, it's so naive. It's just that we did it at the beginning.
Looking at the high school teacher lecturing on the podium, I can't help but think back to the junior high school classroom. Familiar faces appeared in front of me, and pictures were shown over and over again like slides. I miss us at that time, and the humorous jokes in the teacher's class made the whole class laugh. Although many times, you always preach to us, but we know that you are good for us, no matter what, you will always be in my heart.
Looking up at the starry sky, all the stars want your eyes to look at me, which gives me motivation to move forward.
In junior high school and senior high school, I was still an unknown person.
6. Everyone has a dream. Write a short article of more than 700 words with the dream still as the topic. Different dreams will have different lives, and different lives will have different endings.
I have many dreams. It seems that every era has dreams, and it is difficult to choose one as the final dream. I didn't know until I grew up that the so-called dream when I was a child was just a naive imagination in my mind and not practical. The real dream is to have:
Unswerving goal
When we are on the road to our dreams, we all have a goal in mind, which leads us to the peak of our dreams step by step. But if this goal is not firm, we can only stand still. Just like there are countless roads in front of you, you must choose one that you will never regret.
Frost said: "There are two roads in the forest-I chose the less traveled one, which determines my life path." This sentence tells us to be firm when facing our own life path. If we go on, we can't go back. Dream is the same, it determines your life, so you must be careful when choosing a goal, because a wrong goal will lead you to no return.
An optimistic and positive attitude
Dreams are our beautiful yearning. But when we yearn for it, we will also know that it is far away from us and we have to go through many hardships to reach the peak. If we don't keep an optimistic and positive attitude, it will be difficult to pass the difficult test.
In the face of all blows, we must meet them in the best way. Don't be discouraged, let alone give up. Even if it brings you a fatal blow, be optimistic. Because only in this way can we make our dreams closer to us!
Perseverance will
There will be many stumbling blocks and difficulties in the journey to your dreams. Most people will give up their yearning hall because of those difficult blows, and only a few people can face difficulties without fear. Even though you will lose a lot on this road, as long as you persist and persevere, you will gain more and richer spiritual wealth.
Once you give up, you will never realize your dream; Once you give up, all your previous efforts will be destroyed; Once you give up, you can only admire those brave people who never bow their heads in the face of difficulties and enjoy the applause given to them by others; Once we give up, our life will no longer be meaningful!
Even if everyone's dreams are different, their difficulties are equally arduous. Life can't be smooth sailing, there will always be ups and downs. But as long as we firmly believe that we can step into the hall of dreams, we will certainly succeed!
Our dream is not necessarily the best, but it is a beautiful yearning in our hearts. So don't give up easily on the way to your dream, even if you get hurt again. I believe that one day I can realize my dream.
Let's fight for it and fly our dreams!
7. The 600-word composition with the theme of "one by one remains the same" is still beautiful.
The breeze blows the curtains, and the fresh morning breeze blows against my face. Open your eyes, and finally, after the bitter rain, the morning light comes. Gently open the curtains, and the outside world is bright.
I often feel pain and confusion. I deeply feel that the world is complicated, but at the same time, waves of complicated emotions are pressing on my mind, which makes me breathless. The night is long, when will it end, the cold starry sky. I am so lonely and helpless tonight. I'm only a teenager, and being a man feels very tired. Living, so tired.
But life can't be like this.
Sleep. In the dream, a burst of thunder woke up the spring, and suddenly it began to rain, drop by drop. Tick-tock, I don't know if it is the sound of time or the sound of spring rain. When did spring come?
When I fell asleep, I ignored such beauty. When I woke up, the rain had stopped. It's still early spring, and it's a little cold, but it's not as biting as the cold wind in winter. The cool breeze blows, and the fingertips are slightly cool. On the wet stone road, in the potholes, my shadow, when the wind blows, the cherry blossom petals everywhere are blooming brilliantly and flying. This is the witness of last night's rainstorm. I never noticed when the cherry blossoms bloomed. At this time, I realized that "the east wind suddenly passed like night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees".
Stroll along the garden path and enjoy the scenery alone. Lonely, as if I was the only one left in the world, how comfortable I am. At this moment, no matter how wet the grass is, dew will splash on my ankles, just like walking on the grass. I am in charge of heaven and earth. The breeze is blowing, and Sasha Lala is the concerto of the wind and the tree. When did the mood become so good?
The sky in the distance is rosy. Looking at the sky in the distance, my mood rises like the sun. Thinking of yesterday's unhappiness, I laughed at myself for being so entangled. The world is so beautiful, and unhappy things are as commendable as in the past. As a book says, what happened in your past, whether unhappy or happy, has become someone else's business after the baptism of time. It's hard to imagine what kind of mood it was after watching the movie.
Darkness and suffering often happen, and no one can escape. Looking at the sky, I suddenly understood a truth: darkness is not the whole of your life. Dawn will come at last. Don't be afraid, don't run away, it will make you stronger. The reason why eyes grow in front is to look for light.
Everything in life is unpleasant. He is like a shadow, lingering. Even so, the world is still beautiful.
8. What's the title of the composition in Grade Three? I am still useful.
I am a blank sheet of paper, and my master only wrote two lines on me. When he found the writing unsatisfactory, he simply tore me up and threw me out of the window. ...
I am so heartbroken that I am afraid of falling on a clean street and hanging from a high branch. You think that will have a greater impact on the city! I'm more worried about being buried in the mud or being turned into a garbage dump. If so, I'll be miserable-I'll never turn over, let alone expect to exert my residual heat-won't I? I am still a piece of paper with many blanks.
Maybe fate still cares for me. There is a warm wind blowing outside, and I am lucky to be flying with it-
I landed on the balcony of an old woman and the wind stopped. I stopped to observe the old woman's every move: she was obviously diligent. First she washes rice, and then she wipes the furniture with rice washing water-strangely, the furniture wiped with rice washing water is as bright as new. She will also use the water from washing clothes to wash the mop and dry the dregs left by drinking tea-I know, she wants to collect them and make a comfortable tea pillow that can help improve sleep.
Seeing all this, I sincerely envy Taomi water, laundry water and tea dregs-clever owners turn waste into treasure and make full use of them-they have fully realized their own value.
A gust of wind, I came to the window sill of a young girl. I leaned over and looked at it. Her room is very beautiful, colorful and full of interest. I looked intently, hehe-the photo frame on the table is made of disposable chopsticks, antique; The pen holder is transformed with salad jar, which is exquisite and chic; The storage box is converted into a snack box, which is practical and beautiful. Look at the dolls placed on the bedside table, which are carefully combined with beverage bottles, rags and colored wool. The handbag hanging on the wall is creatively sewn together with the trouser legs of jeans ... It seems that in front of ingenious people, many waste items can be turned into trinkets that can decorate life.
Thinking about it, a gust of wind passed, and I actually drifted to the "waste materials renovation exhibition hall". Through the bright big glass window, I see a beautiful world: toy bicycles assembled with straws are full of childlike interest; The wall hook made of dry branches is full of pastoral flavor; The small basket folded from old newspapers is unique; The lanterns made of cans are creative; The lampshade made of waste CDs is exquisite; Cartons are patched together into floors, exquisite; Transparent glass bottles are filled with percussion instruments made of colored liquids of different heights, which is dazzling ... The works of art are eye-opening and full of praise.
The wind was a little strong and I had to leave reluctantly. With the wind, I don't know where it landed. Unwilling to be restored, I really want someone to accept me, let me make the best use of it, use me to draft and calculate calculus exercises, or use me to fold into boats and baskets, or collect me and other waste paper for recycling!
I prayed, God, please give me a place to use-
I am still useful!
9. I'm still writing a composition entitled "I'm still here"
In the horse class, I turned my pen and looked out of the window. There is ash floating in the sky that can't be melted, and the sunshine that hysterically wants to be in full bloom is transmitted. The young gentleman stood on the platform dancing and taught the method of controlling resources. I was in the back seat.
I saw a group of people passing by with basketball outside the window. At last, a boy was kicking a stone at the bottom of his foot, and his expression was indifferent. Why do I feel like I've seen you before? That's how you appeared in those days, wearing polished jeans and a huge white T-shirt, smiling at me, seducing me in a mess and then turning around and leaving ... I knew you were the biggest robbery in my life, but I jumped into the trap you set without hesitation.
At that time, it was the season when campus love novels flooded. I looked at them aboveboard in class, imagining that I could only play my Mr. Right in the story of onlookers. But how did I meet you? Annie's books are always in my bag. You patted me on the head and said, "Little girl, reading too many of these books will poison me …" In fact, I hate being called little girl, but I didn't say anything because it was you. I remember at that time you always liked to pull my ponytail and asked me why I didn't wear eye shadow like other girls. I said, "A girl like me looks good without dressing up." Do you remember your reaction? "Well, yes, my home is very beautiful." Because of this sentence, I secretly complacent for several days.
I wonder if anyone still remembers the day when the school culture and art festival opened in high school. I was recommended by my teacher to run for host. Oh, what a coincidence that you are here. Simple self-introduction, poetry reading and scene simulation are all easy to host. When the partner presided, we were arranged to draw lots together. When preparing for the final exam backstage, my nervous hands were full of sweat. You took my hand carefully and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Looking at your firm eyes, I also settled down. The next link is unexpectedly smooth, and we will win all the way.
After that, the days were calm again. Although you only ask me out for dinner or a walk on weekends, I am still immersed in the little happiness you gave me. The pressure of senior three makes you afraid to relax, so I am also very sensible and never bother you. However, there was a beautiful white girl beside you that day, with curly hair and eyelashes that looked like a princess in a fairy tale. There is also a heroine, but why didn't you tell me? I silently sucked the coke in the cup. Later, you left first, and I sat alone in the swivel chair of the water bar in a daze until mess-boy urged me to get up and leave. You don't know, do you? At that time, my heart was like an earthquake, fragmented and full of fragments.
When I saw you again, you were drunk in the bar of Kapok Paradise, only to know that you had separated. You said you were sad. I put your head on my shoulder, and the faint smell of tobacco on you swam down your hair and into my nose. I really hope that I can be so deep and close to you forever. However, the smiling woman took enchanting steps to help you slowly disappear from my sight. Every time I am left alone, it seems to be such an ironic scene. I wandered alone on my way home. The moonlight is clear, there are few pedestrians, and the air is filled with a cold smell, even stronger than the smell of mint. Then, I can't find you anymore. I don't know if you have made up now, but I saw your message "Let's not meet again." How should I react? This scene is very embarrassing.
Later, when I heard your news, it was already snowing outside the window, and my sight was full of fog. Is there no snowflake flying in that city where there is spring all year round? However, the thoughts planted in my heart have not been broken with the passage of time. I'm still addicted to Annie's story. The love between men and women in cotton always hurts me.
Finally, I also boarded the college entrance examination train. On the day I filled in my volunteer, you came back and stood at the door of Room 302, saying loudly "I like it". In fact, as long as I look up, I can greet you with a warm smile, but I have no strength to play games with you in pain. I used 2B pencil to smear on the long square of Peking University. The sunshine in midsummer is very strong, and it is sprinkled on the ground through the leaves, and the road surface is mottled, just like the mark you left.
Remember the first time we met? You walked by with a basketball, smiled warmly at me, and walked into my heart with such a beautiful gesture, two years and three months. ...
Now, I'm trying to smooth out the brand you left behind, so long just to record your stay. If I have another chance to meet you, maybe I will have the courage to stand in the middle of the road and say loudly, "I still like you!" " "