It is autumn now, and the golden leaves fall from the branches, ending its short life and falling to the ground in a whirl, so quiet.
Strolling by the Swan Lake, I recall the colorful scenes of lotus flowers in summer, white and pink, dragonflies landing on the lotus leaves, and ducklings hovering back and forth between the lotus leaves, looming. These beautiful scenery appear in my heart from time to time, and my troubles are blown away.
Walking to the edge of the ancient city wall and looking at the city wall washed away by years, I imagined what happened here at that time, was it a river of blood or smoke? Has this city ever been trapped? I don't know, I can only stare blankly at this ancient city wall and the withered trees on it.
At night, on Swan Lake, the microwave shines, and under the moonlight, it seems that someone is wearing an invisible light belt, which is wonderful! This scene is refreshing. This beautiful scene was photographed by a memory camera and kept in my memory bank. When I am tired, I will think of this beautiful scene, so I won't complain anymore, right?
Stop and watch, savor the beautiful scenery here, and suddenly feel relaxed. The sound of water droplets caught my attention. What happened? Looking for the sound, I came to a "small pool" wrapped in lotus leaves. The waves are still rippling, and then I look at the lotus leaf. A "white jade bead" jumps back and forth on the lotus leaf, and the thoughts in my heart fly farther and farther.
Before I knew it, it was time to go to bed. I left here reluctantly by bike. Although the street is brightly lit, it is far less than Swan Lake in the moonlight in my heart!
There is a folk proverb in the excellent composition 2 of the first day of junior high school: "Everything is prosperous at home." Not only home, but also our campus, life and society.
What is this? Harmony is the combination of spirit, soul, virtue and morality. It is like a bright lamp, illuminating our life path.
Without the help of classmates, if you encounter problems, you should discuss them with friends. Many things cannot be solved by one person, and the power of unity is powerful.
Harmony is a harmonious relationship between friends and a sincere friendship between them. In life, we need sincerity and love from each other.
Without the sincerity of friends, who can share the pain with us when we are sad? Who will comfort us when we cry? When we are happy, who will share our happiness, bless us and cheer for us?
Harmony is the happiness between relatives, so will we laugh happily with the noise and crying between father and son? Will we be happy without family reunion? Who wants to leave on holiday?
Therefore, we can't live without harmony. For this harmony, let's cherish the love around us.
When I entered the first grade, the transparent filaments that led me seemed to evaporate and could no longer push me forward. I'm like a broken puppet. I wanted to leave and the crowd took action with a bang. So, I was pushed forward, just like the rolling waves at high tide, slapping each other and rushing to the beach without hesitation. I am just a drop of water, but I am also driven by soaring pride, growling and running. ...
Entering a new school has opened another picture of life. From the beginning of strangeness to familiarity, the middle process is my growing experience. Looking up at the blue sky, one exam after another comes into view. Scores and meaningful smiles can make me think a lot ... the ranking of exams is like a sword that deeply hurts my heart. Whenever I see the gap between the first place and me, I feel so close but so far away. I want to reach out and catch it, but it is so far away, just like a butterfly with broken wings looking up at the blue sky.
However, the first-year students, my heart is in the future, but I can't stop my thoughts and let them shuttle freely in the universe. ...
Leave the broken figure in primary school, let yourself breathe fresh air in the hidden bamboo forest in the first day, gain new strength from it, and let your tired body run again. No longer need to pull the thin thread, walk and trot around the ring river, welcome the new wind, regain freedom and feel the soft and wonderful drizzle. I saw many primary school students like me when I was jogging on the roadside. I'm glad I learned to run, and I don't need the traction of thin thread anymore.
When people arrive at the first day of junior high school, they must put aside their past troubles and spend it with a smile. On the first day, people should learn to run by themselves. ...
I overheard Zhen Hong sing "Go home and have a look", and I suddenly lost in thought.
Going home today, everything is fine at home. I ate New Year's Eve and washed new clothes. My mother asked me to go up the mountain to help grow peanuts, and I readily agreed.
When it broke down, I took a hoe and began to dig. After planting for dozens of minutes, I felt backache and my hand was cut by wheat. Oh, what a pain! But I didn't complain to my mother and father. I know the work is hard. If I complain, my mother tells me to go back to rest and not to do those difficult things. So I gritted my teeth and went on working. Be sour if you want. 1 Let your back ache. 1 If there is a broken hand, let it be broken! At about six o'clock, all the planned work was completed, and our family packed up their tools and went home. I ate a lot of Teto at dinner. I didn't expect labor to help digestion. But the pain is yet to come. 1 the next morning, when I got up, every joint on my body seemed to be on strike with me-all fell apart and I couldn't move, but I showed my "manly" spirit in front of my parents and had to get up painfully.
At this time, I really realized how difficult it was for my parents and how wrong they were before. From today on, I will study harder.
How many times, my parents worked hard in the field under the scorching sun, but I studied comfortably in the classroom, without the scorching sun or the storm. What is wrong with me studying hard? I study hard, learn more scientific and cultural knowledge, and create more new tools to help farmers reduce their future labor. Labor has created wealth, exercised thoughts and strengthened the will, and the children of working people should maintain the true nature of labor.
Excellent composition 5 of the first day of junior high school is like a breeze blowing bamboo leaves, like waves kissing the coast, like stars decorating the sky, like cold rain moistening the earth, and your appearance is like lightning crossing the sky.
The row of seats in junior high school is really a headache. At the teacher's command, two unrelated people were turned into front and back tables, and our hardcore career began from then on. ...
We are all cheerful, but because of the hurt and betrayal of our friends, we all become silent. We hide in our hard shell and refuse to come out, fearing that the sun will burn our smooth and fair skin and that the stones on the bumpy road will hurt us. For us, only ourselves are the safest.
It is precisely because we always avoid the concern, indifference and silence of others that we find our similarities. We gradually get closer, communicate and talk with each other, and suddenly find that you are the one I have been looking for.
We like lying on the grass in a sunny afternoon, smelling the fragrance of grass, watching white clouds floating in the sky and feeling the endless happiness brought by nature. We snuggle up to each other, and empty hearts can always fill each other.
Others always think that we are eccentric and difficult to deal with, and only we know what kind of people we are.
We say things that others dare not say; Do what others dare not do; We have sisterhood. All this is because I am with you that I dare to do it.
In my dream, your figure is always by my side, accompanying me to the end of the world. Dependence is also a kind of happiness. You don't have to talk, you can understand all the voices of the other person with one eye.
I think, when we get old and think back to what we did today, there must be a warm current flowing in our hearts. Thank God for letting me meet you in junior high school and leave an unforgettable memory. I will never forget you!
It rained for a week, and today is finally sunny. When I get up in the morning, I see white clouds moving slowly in the sky.
After breakfast in the morning, I sat by the pillar at the door of the teaching building and looked up at the white clouds in the sky. At first, I just thought the clouds in the sky were beautiful, but I couldn't say which one was beautiful. After a while, I found a "lion" pouncing on a helpless "little sheep" with its big mouth open. I can't help but get nervous, lest the lamb fall into the lion's mouth. Just when I was nervous, a breeze blew the fierce lion into a docile kitten, while the little sheep turned into a ball of wool. The kitten scratched the wool ball with its fleshy claws. Have fun. After a while, I turned my eyes to another "grandfather". The beard and hair of the "grandfather" have turned gray, and it can be seen that he is over sixty. He has a white cane in his hand and his clothes are all white, just like a white Santa Claus. Suddenly, the kitten flew out of nowhere and hit the grandfather at once. The grandfather fell down without standing firm. Then, both the kitten and the grandfather drifted away, unable to see their original shapes. The scattered clouds immediately turned into something else-a white and delicate peony flower, with its petals wide open and stretched, as if to let everyone appreciate its beauty. Unusually, there are two small buds in the big petal. They don't look out of place, but add a little cuteness to this delicate flower.
Ding rang, and I hurried back to the classroom. I'm still relishing the excitement that just happened. When peace is beautiful, it is impossible to be calm for a long time. ...
Grass, thanks to the soil for giving it vitality; Leaves, thanks to the sun for giving it green; Water drops, thanks to the tolerance of the sea; Bird, thank mother bird for bringing it to the blue sky; And I, thank you for your comforting sunshine.
In that cold winter, the sky was empty and dark, but a greeting from someone warmed the winter of the soul like sunshine. I remember it was my first day of school after I got chicken pox. ...
Like a happy bird, I skipped into school singing. I walked into the classroom, and there were already six or seven classmates. Hardly had I sat down when someone looked up at me and said, "Ah, here comes the chicken pox patient! Run, don't infect me! " Some boys ran out screaming. My heart suddenly became as cold as a piece of ice, and I was very sad.
I quietly looked at the rest of the students, I didn't think they didn't ignore me, but came up "Shi-ming wu, are you ok? Chicken pox must be hard. Ignore them! " "Yes, we still welcome you!" They are very concerned and say with a smile. I looked up, and the ice in my heart was completely melted by their sincere and fiery hearts. "By the way, a lot of homework these days. If you know nothing, I can teach you. " "Come and ask me, no problem!" They told me very sincerely. "Oh, thank you!" They picked up their homework, taught me many topics, told me some jokes and comforted me.
Although these things are common, for me at that time, they were a ray of warm sunshine in the winter night, which made the winter no longer cold and the night bright. Their laughter and enthusiasm moved me very much.
This makes me see their sparkling hearts as gold. I want to pass on this spirit to everyone and scatter this beautiful spirit around me like petals.
More than 20 days have passed since the excellent composition 8 of Grade One in Junior High School.
Watching it again seems like it's only been a day,
I don't know how it happened so quickly,
I don't know why I am so tired,
I waited for a year unconsciously,
Cherish these days and wait another year. ...
Why is my time always free? Your appearance ...
The ending buried by time,
I don't know when it will be released,
Our time is not over yet,
I'm just afraid it's hard to accept this reality anymore,
I cried very sad and tired,
Because I really don't want to give it up,
I want to go with you,
Unfortunately, time is so evil-
Between us, only once a year,
Between us, who is waiting for the return and who is getting old?
There are many unspeakable farewells between us,
Between us, the flowers bloom, but we can't get them back. ...
We meet once a year, and finally we just meet again. ...
Between us, it's just the eternal helplessness in the sunset. ...
Why does leaving always come so fast?
Too much between us can only be made up by comfort,
Why are the memories between us too short?
The fragmentary memories between us are just broken silence,
I really want to slow down time,
At least I can write down our forever for you silently. ...
It's a pity that there are too many defects between us.
We need to slowly find our lost past,
I hope time can give me another chance,
Let's not part in a hurry when we are close to infinite beauty. ...
Wow ... wow ... wow. ...
Our story is no longer the past,
Even though we are thousands of miles away,
Heart together forever!
Wow ... wow ... wow. ...
We must firmly believe that it will always be. ...
A butterfly is entangled in a spider web. Its body has shriveled and its wings have become tattered, so it hangs lifelessly on the Internet, waiting for you to return to the spider.
I don't know if it struggled at the moment when it was entangled in the net. It must be a struggle. After all, it's a biological instinct. Ah, it's hard to imagine his psychological feelings. One moment he was flying proudly in the blue sky, but now he is entangled in the net left by an ugly creature. How could she want to? She struggled with all her strength and anger, but in the end she was forced to stay online, hungry or thirsty, and finally died. Its air-dried body is crumbling. This reminds me of a bird hanging on a wire. By contrast, this bird is much luckier than it. The bird escaped from the criss-crossing barbed wire with its flexible body.
I can't help but feel sorry for the poor death of this butterfly. Maybe he just came out of the cocoon, eager to see this beautiful world, or its life cycle is drawing to a close. I prefer the latter.
I picked up the cobweb with a stick and "saved" it. I dug a small hole and buried it carefully. I held a simple funeral and attended it alone. Silently bless, you can be reborn as a long-lived or powerful creature in the next life. ...
10 The lights in the distance are dim and flashing, and the sky is as yellow as this barren land. This is the darkness before dawn, or the light at that moment before darkness. A flash of lightning pierced the sky, but the sand was instantly compounded. Flowers, warm wind, light, where have you been? Are you also afraid of this evil darkness?
Light, you are the creator of the world. You can dominate the life and death of all life, but you are afraid of the darkness and dare not fight bravely with him? A muffled thunder sounded. Are you accusing and resisting the darkness again? Since you dare to shout loudly, why don't you show your body and fight with him? Darkness can devour everything, but only our inner heart that dares to fight will remain pure and noble forever.
Raindrops drop on every corner. This is light. Were people crying that day? It's no use crying, we only have sweat, and strive for bright sweat. It's raining harder and harder, and car flutes are everywhere. These stupid people only know that they just want to be safe, but they can't see what a huge battle this is. Under the infinite power of nature, they were all frightened, and only sudden lightning struck the dark clouds again and again.
The storm mixed with sand and stones swooped down on the earth and rolled up a whirlwind. The whole world is roaring, erupting and fighting, and we are looking for light in confusion and debris. There seems to be a glimmer of light on the horizon, light. Are you back? I know you are invincible. Thunder and lightning have appeared one after another with your arrival, smashing the darkness that has lost its vitality. Yes, the light will never dissipate.
Thunder roared for the last time, and lightning pierced the darkness and pierced the dark clouds. The darkness shrank back, and a strong wind roared and rolled up from the ground. That's the messenger of light shouting:
"The light is invincible!"
Excellent composition in grade one 1 1 It was the third day after I was ill, and my mother got up at five in the morning to prepare breakfast for me. She tiptoed downstairs to make breakfast. Bang, my mother turned on the gas. Beating eggs with shredded pork, she had no idea that I was hiding on the stairs "watching" her every move. After a while, the eggs were fried.
She began to shred the meat. Inadvertently, my mother's finger cut her skin and blood was dripping down. In order not to affect my sleep, she put her finger in her mouth and insisted on cutting the remaining shredded pork.
At this time, my heart was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and tears in my eyes fell like pearls with broken lines. I can't bear it any longer. I rushed to my mother, and she quickly drew back her hand for fear of letting me know something.
She asked me in surprise, "Mom is too noisy. Do you feel troubled? " "No, no, no ..." She saw me get up so early and told me to go back to sleep for a while. I asked with concern, "Mom, is your hand okay?" She muttered, "Nothing, it doesn't hurt to scratch the skin!" "I carefully cleaned her wound and put a band-aid.
My mother kept putting meat in my bowl when I was eating. "Son, you are just sick. Eat more! " "But I have never seen her eat a piece of meat. I also put two pieces in her bowl. " Son is sensible, you eat quickly! It's important to mend your body! "I nodded at her and smiled." Hmm. "
This is happiness, simple happiness! I pray that this happiness can grow with me.
When I was very young, I might walk. In my hometown, I have two very good friends. Before I went to kindergarten, we went to play everywhere every day. At that time, adults ignored us and we could go wherever we wanted. Sometimes we play with mud, sometimes we play house, and sometimes our big brother takes us to climb trees. ...
Once, we went to the mountain to dig potatoes. Of course, we didn't dig potatoes. We stood by, big brothers and sisters carrying laundry baskets while we were playing. I always run slower than Xiao Rui and Xiao Cong. They are as naughty as boys, while I am slow-witted and delicate. We are going to run to the mountain to play when our big brothers are not looking. They rushed to the front quickly, while I walked slowly behind. Suddenly I heard the sound of "rustling sand" in the grass. I screamed when I saw the tail. They stopped in front and ran towards me again. I said, "Ah! I just saw a big thing, it will move. " "Well, it must be a snake!" They both said in unison. Suddenly they turned and ran away with the stone. I think they are strange. What are they going to do? After a while, the two of them dragged a long thing back. I took a closer look and really scared me! They actually dragged the dead snake back and proudly said, "Look, this is my' trophy', who told it to scare my little sister." I'm really in distress situation. Go back, they are still dragging snakes, and adults are afraid to look.
Of course, in kindergarten, they can't be so willful and naughty. In kindergarten, almost no one in our class provoked us, but two children in our class always provoked us. Every time I was bullied by those two children, they always rebelled against me.
Now they are quiet, not like before, but they will always be my friends.
Looking up at the blue sky, I see a piece of blue, shining in the sun.
The chilly winter wind roared by, and all the trees on both sides of the runway fell leaves, leaving only taupe branches shivering in the cold wind. At the moment, I am standing at the starting line, waiting for a gunshot. "Bang" a gunshot pierced the tense air, and I opened my arms and ran. The wind, blowing from the ear, the surrounding scenery is retreating, retreating. ......
Three more laps, I thought. Gradually, my speed slowed down, my breathing was heavy, my legs were weak and I was dizzy. I looked up at the winter sky. There are several clouds scattered in the sky. The sun is hanging in the sky, and it can't give off any heat. It can only give off dazzling white light and make my eyes want to cry. Several tall trees stretch their weak branches into the sky like a pair of weak hands. The figure of a bird flits across the sky from time to time like a black shadow. I kept running, running. Every second, I want to give up, but I say to myself: keep going, keep going. ...
Footsteps echoed on the runway, sweat soaked the clothes, and there was a circle. I meditated in my mind. The sky is like a transparent sapphire, shining in the sun. I looked up, stared at the finish line, waved my arms, spread my legs and rushed to the finish line. When I crossed the finish line, I held my head high again-the sky was blue and transparent.
Perhaps, your dream is far away from you, but you still get closer to him step by step. Maybe your dream will only be a "dream". What is a dream? Dreams are unreal to some extent. Since we want to be close to our dreams, we must do our best. If you want to have something you never had, then you must do something you have never done.
Here I think of a person who makes the Chinese nation proud, "Liu Xiang". Although she is a glorious Olympic champion, who knows her hardships? For an honor, he paid unimaginable sweat. Looking back, Liu Xiang was the youngest athlete in the sports school. He was immersed in hard work during the time when his sister and brother went back to the dormitory to rest. The coach asked him, and he raised his sweaty face and said, "How can you get paid if you don't work hard?" In the end, he won applause at the Olympic Games.
There is another person in my memory, and he is me. The day before that exam, my classmates and I were all immersed in reading. After watching it for a while, I felt impatient and began to make small moves in my seat. The next day, the exam came. At the back, I froze and couldn't do anything. After the exam, open the book. Those questions are at the back. It happened that I didn't read them. I know I gave up halfway. I screwed up the exam. It is also deeply imprinted in my mind.
Maybe, because of your efforts, your dream is very close to you, but you get away with it at the critical moment, and then you will only get farther and farther away from your dream.
Nature is wonderful, profound and magnificent. It is a colorful world and a leader who leads us into reverie.
When I stand on this vast grassland, the green grass always blows gently in the wind, and the dazzling flowers exude a faint fragrance. I can't help but close my eyes, everything is so full. However, although they are so beautiful, they will eventually wither. Yes, I can't be punctual, but I can make my life full of color and leave no regrets.
When I stood on this magnificent mountain and looked up at everything below, a cold wind blew and I trembled slightly. Standing on such a high mountain, although you can see everything, there is a chill, and the top of the mountain is too cold. Isn't life the same? I don't want a lush life, just a beautiful but not dull life.
When I stand in this clear stream, the cool stream flows through my feet and into my heart. The little fish bit his toe gently, itchy and comfortable. My hand swept the water gently, splashing a few drops of water. I picked up some water with my hand and sprinkled it on my face. Yes, to be a handsome girl and to live, I have to live a careless life.
Every time I am in nature, I will be intoxicated in my own reverie. Every time I wake up like a dream, I understand the truth of making people work hard, but nature is so beautiful and magical.
My friend, go and feel the nature, it can make you get the idea of benefiting a lot and make your life without regrets.