I looked up many poems in various books and computers. Yes, our class will hold a competition to collect poems next week. Because only me and another classmate in the group have a printer at home, the "heavy responsibility" of printing this book falls on us. I continued to search for poetry, and suddenly, I thought of a good thing, which can be regarded as a highlight of our poetry collection! That is to add some illustrations to the poetry collection, which is simply the finishing touch! I immediately went online to look for pictures of various classical flavors, and unconsciously, I seemed to become a little proud.
After two or three days, I was extremely excited and a little proud, holding a collection of poems and songs and enjoying them over and over again. I'm a little excited about the next class.
Ding-ding-ding started the class, and we held the competition as scheduled. In this interesting competition, we made a lot of jokes: some students introduced the poems in the group to the wrong place; Some students are shy and claim to abstain as soon as they take the stage ... In this competition, we tied for the first place with another group because our group designed illustrations. When I am happy, I recall the hardships we have come all the way. This memory really shocked me: how did we overcome so many difficulties in the past? It takes a lot of patience and perseverance to make this collection of poems. I can't believe or imagine how we got here without patience.
Therefore, if you pay, there will be corresponding returns. Don't be impatient, just stick to it and you will succeed in the end.
Along the way, Essay 2 along the way, I have unconsciously stood on the threshold of middle age. Looking back suddenly, I found that behind the twists and turns, it turned out to be a colorful path, full of the fragrance of the years.
Sniffing the quiet heart, my heart is full of fragrance. I am very fortunate that in every corner of my life, I have friends who know each other, light my heart and accompany me through the initial difficulties and confusion.
I know that the road of life will not be smooth sailing, but in order to walk towards that dream scenery, I still stubbornly go on alone. It's a long way, the wind is cool, the shoes are thin, there are no crutches and no umbrellas. I only trudged all the way with the flag of faith.
How many times, wandering in the dark night, dark clouds covered the faint light; How many times, the sand has lost my eyes and I can't see the complicated world clearly; How many times, I heard the voice of broken dreams, from the bottom of my heart to my ears; How many times, the dazzling hope slowly slipped down and turned into a sunset in the horizon ... However, how many times, when I lost my way and couldn't move forward, a pair of warm hands, full of friends' love and care, parted the dark clouds for me, guided me and gave me confidence and strength to move forward. With the company of friends, I am no longer afraid of rugged roads and high mountains and flowing water. Accompanied by my friends, I can enjoy the scenery along the way with pleasure and read all the thorns into colorful petals.
When I finally trudged into my own scenery, my heart was filled with emotion: thanks to my friends, which not only led me to success, but also made me feel grateful. Some people say that the greatest happiness in life is to have a grateful heart and a group of trustworthy friends. A friend is an old wine and an oasis in the desert; It is the spring breeze in February and the drizzle in March, which let us know how to cherish and appreciate; Because of gratitude, our hearts will be like spring all the year round and full of sunshine; Because of gratitude, we really learned to care and repay, and really have a tolerant and open-minded attitude.
When another spring comes, I have already started a new journey in my life. I believe that time can't change the meaning of true feelings. As long as there is love and sunshine in our hearts, true friendship will always surround us.
The road of life is endless. Looking back, let me sincerely say: thank you, friend! Thank you for pointing out the voyage for me in every corner of my life, giving me sincere help and warm care, so that I won't be bumpy and lonely on the journey of pursuing my dreams. Maybe there will be rain and wind tomorrow, and we will be full of dreams.
Set out, leaving sweat and fragrance all the way. Let's light our hearts, reflect on each other and move towards the scenery we long for!
Essays all the way 3 I often dream of unknown flowers in my dreams. Whenever I tell you, you will look around for a chrysanthemum, pick a leaf and put it in front of my desk. You said: He will make your mind calm and clear, and then along the way, you will find the so-called flower in your dream. So I meditate hard and think quietly about the hardships of life. Whenever I want to vent and tell the pain in my heart, I will think of your words, although you have left me for many years!
I walked all the way, dreamed all the way, read all the way and mourned all the way. On the other side of the fleeting time, I smell and listen to the fragrant wind and water telling the past years!
I walked all the way, enjoyed all the way, listened all the way and got drunk all the way. On the shore of these years, you came gently and brought me and him lifelong thoughts!
I drove all the way, smelled all the way, scattered all the way and broke all the way. I resigned from the old year. I sighed slightly. Your life is colorful, which seems to present our happy childhood!
In the vast sea of people, they met by chance and then knew each other silently. Like all copies in the glass, we wander around our own ends of the earth, repeating other people's stories over and over again!
Along the way, the season that once bloomed behind me has long disappeared and dissipated in the flow path of years. Those flowers are no longer bright, but agarwood is still fragrant!
The flowers in the dream opened quietly and thanked them in a hurry. At that time, they flowed quietly like water, never stopping for you and me, just waking up and smelling the unknown flowers!
It's a long way from the living quarters to the factory.
Every summer night shift, I always start at 3 pm and walk on the hot street in the scorching sun. After a while, sweat will crawl down the chest and back. The air seems to have solidified. Occasionally, several fruit vendors on the roadside are lazily hiding in the shade. Even the cry of "selling watermelons" seems to have been drained by the hot air, which seems powerless.
Whenever I see a boy of 13 years old selling melons with an old man in rags, I can't put it down in my spare time. My poor childhood was like a naughty child who would suddenly jump out in front of me: no clothes, no jade food, no money to buy extra-curricular books, and some just washed clothes, swept the floor and mowed the grass day after day. Like the children in front of us, poverty makes the tender shoulders bear the weight prematurely. But the clear eyes of the little boy repeated my childhood insistence: as long as you work hard, there will be hope. This situation makes me feel distressed and happy.
It is midnight after work. The air has faded from the sultry and impetuous days. There will be a wind like a mother's hand stroking her tired face. Such a night, slowly and quietly walking alone in the silent night. The soul of the night wandered in the darkness, and the leaves trembled with his affection. Tell me, elf, what kind of words have you touched the green of a summer? There are blooming flowers in the grass by the roadside under the illumination of street lamps! Sniff, and some fragrance. Poor thing, you try your best to bloom your life. What kind of beauty do you want to keep? When your beautiful face fades, will you cry because you never have a pair of eyes to stay for you? Are you satisfied tonight? At this moment, I sincerely thank you and feel your courage and purity with my heart. Thank you for giving me another touch.
Unconsciously arrived at the door. I don't know when the thick trunk at the door is wrapped with vines more than one meter high. This vine must work hard without words. Look, her roots are two meters away from this tree. How did she know that she had something to rely on in her life? She is now like a woman with a slender waist, leaning on her generous arms, with a stupid and satisfied smile. It's amazing, what a realistic and elegant love for nature! I envy and encourage you to show off this season: you worked hard and you got it completely! I am even jealous.
Through unremitting efforts all our lives, what we pursue is nothing more than simple happiness like these humble flowers and plants.
Along the way, the paper slipped away day by day in five days. I always say that I must sit down and have a rest when I have time, but life is like the autumn wind sweeping away leaves, and trivial things always follow.
I have a rare leisure time today. After dinner, I listened to the music, threw off my arms and strode like a strong fitness athlete. When pedestrians occasionally cast envious eyes, I am secretly proud. Sometimes I will follow the rhythm of music clumsily and walk backwards, watching my shadow grow and fall under the street lamp. Sometimes I guess that the cameras on the street, whether neighbors, family members, classmates or colleagues, are all companions in twos and threes. Sometimes I am touched by which lens. That's an elderly couple. One of them obviously has hemiplegia sequelae. He walked sideways, one step at a time, then shrugged his shoulders, and another man accompanied him, never leaving his eyes. I also bow my head and whisper a few words from time to time to make my wife full of love. Now that I think about it, in fact, eternal love is so unreliable. As long as you put your heart into it, happiness is as simple as that.
There are indeed many ravines in a person's life, and I don't know which one will make us unforgettable. Once I got sick and got dysentery on the day I reported for the new semester in Grade Three. It was quite serious at that time. I have vomiting and diarrhea, and it's useless to get an injection twice a day. In a few days, waist-length western-style shorts became loose. At this moment, a girl next door named Hong died of dysentery and dehydration. At that time, there was always a little fear wrapped around my heart, but I was helpless and entangled with my sick body. There really is one. When people reach middle age, they have experienced so many things that they deeply feel that the harder life is, the more they can feel the gorgeous beauty of flower of life.
Every time acquaintances in my life see me, they think I am a healthy woman. Good health, rosy face, smiling face always shows deep dimples. In fact, I am just an ordinary little woman with a small mind and a hard heart. Although I have a good heart, I am very confused when I meet people with ulterior motives. I hate my sentimentality, in my own pen. The joys and sorrows of life are integrated with nature. Laugh when you are happy; If you are sad, you will cry. Life is impermanent, so why package yourself so deeply. If you are always in front of people, dressed beautifully and active in others' eyes like a protagonist, won't you be tired? Life is dull, we can't change the length of life, but we can expand its width. Looking for mountains and rivers and smelling flowers on holidays; Buy some dishes, cook a home-cooked meal, and accompany your elderly parents; Occasionally surf the Internet, browse the news, or wander in American English. Real life gives us real life, and this life is the most perfect life!
Life itself is a process of spiritual practice. With the spread of time, many people's arrogance in character no longer works, and they no longer follow their own temperament when things happen. Love is the most unforgettable, unforgettable, and even brought to the grave. Maybe when I fully understand what a complete love looks like, I will be old. But I like dreaming, and I will always enjoy the beauty of love in my elegant dream!
Whenever dusk falls, the light and shadow of the street quietly blooms brilliantly, and many violent walkers break away from their arms and stride towards the prosperity of the city, just like the scattered stars in the night sky. My favorite "Travel" is coming from my mobile phone, and I like every heartfelt lyric in it: Who described the world and me and made our world colorful; Who makes us cry and surprises us; Let's meet in love, say goodbye forever, meet and part. My relatives, my friends, it is my blessing that we can meet in this life. I hope we can meet in the next life, the next life and the next life.
I love you as much as you love me, in this life and in the afterlife!
Along the way, Essay 6 arrived at 65438+February 3 1 on the last day of 20xx. Have all the plans and wishes you wrote down on this day last year come true?
In 20xx, we have come a long way.
This year, I changed train tickets frequently, shuttling between the triangle cycles of Liaoning, Wuhan and Gansu. Sometimes, the first day is in Liaoning, the third day is in Wuhan, and the fifth day may be in Gansu. Among them, I can't shirk my graduation defense, I have to find a job, and I have dreams that I can't refuse. Tired of running around, but never tired. Looking at the scenery outside the train window, listening to my favorite "Later", I fell asleep in the roar of the train. I like this sentence in the song, "Later, I finally learned how to love, but it's a pity that you have already gone away and disappeared into the sea of people." I hope that one day, when I am tired, I will go all the way and listen to this song again. There is no helplessness and regret in the song.
This year, entering the vast talent market, rows of recruiters smiled at the crowd, giving them hope and disappointment. We are faced with the overwhelming ecstasy when the graduation season comes, and the madness of killing ourselves and never coming back. Then there is the sad face of a resume. There was not much time to wait, and the confident young man finally admitted the reality. Suddenly one day, they were surprised to find that they had found a job and began to be glad that they had not given up. Finally, it is sad to leave. I have seen all kinds of disappointing tears and vowed to meet again in the future. It's just that the oath after drinking became a slip of the tongue, and goodbye became never goodbye. In those two days, I watched people leave one by one and the bed was empty. I stubbornly didn't shed a tear, but I didn't cry, which became my biggest regret now. There was no detoxification at first, but now the poison has gone deep into my heart. Now I think about it from time to time, and there will always be a sense of loneliness lingering in my heart and a dull pain. When we grow up, do we really need so much to experience? Or growth is just a process of letting go.
It was also this year that I left school for the society, bid farewell to the past, shook hands with my parents, and finally set sail by myself. A person, an umbrella, walked through the most cities since I grew up, met many people and experienced many things, all packed up, shouldered my shoulders, took a deep breath and moved on. A person, a book, read all the scenery in the north and south of the river, and the past in the wind and rain has gradually become a habit.
Along the way, I carefully counted my plans for the coming year, my achievements at work, my postgraduate entrance examination outside of work and that dream. It takes time to water carefully to make fertilizer. Sometimes I wonder why I have to make myself look like a fool every day. I think about my task when I meet with social parties, and sometimes I feel that I am pushing myself too hard. But in retrospect, it's nothing. What we passed by was the scenery, and what we missed was to praise you. We regard all our experiences as an exercise and mark all our regrets. We will come back tomorrow and next year.
20xx years, it will only be more bitter, how can it be bitter to the bone? Raise your mouth and refuse to admit defeat. Let's cheer together.