I still remember when I was a child, because my brothers and sisters next door always went for an outing by bike, I always wanted to be one of them, but my mother said, "You are too young." Whenever I hear such words, there is always infinite injustice in my heart, and age limits many behaviors. I will sit in front of my house, watching my brothers and sisters drift away, looking up at the sky with my little head and thinking silently: grow up quickly, grow up quickly.
Later, I entered the school and became a student. I hope to grow up in the lower grades, because I want to have a mature face and a tall figure like a senior student. When I was in senior three, I wanted to grow up because I wanted to experience a completely strange junior high school life. Now is the last day of junior high school life, and I am looking forward to growing up again. I'm looking forward to three years' struggle in high school, and even to the leisurely life in our eyes.
It's fleeting, as we all know, we have long since left that distant childhood, and we can't say such an unconstrained ideal as "going to Mars" without scruple. Now when I think of the ideals I once said, I will unconsciously use childish words to perfunctory the past. Those lofty ideals are pale and powerless in our thinking of understanding reality more and more. However, in our minds, the definition of the future has become more practical because of the maturity of ideas. I won't take it for granted as before, but have a clear goal, make the best evaluation of my ability, and then set a feasible ideal and make firm progress towards this goal. Perhaps it is no longer the lofty ideal that was vowed in the past, but it is in line with yourself and can see hope. Because when we grow up, we learn to catch the tail that suits our future and walk towards that dawn. Perhaps this is the greatest benefit of growing up.
Today, we are struggling on the way forward. We need to grow up, constantly improve ourselves with the process of growth, and lay the most solid foundation for our dreams.
I look forward to growing up every day, just to be closer to my dreams and closer.
2. Desire () is a 550-word composition, longing for happiness. I am walking alone in the dark night, and my steps are sad and crying.
Looking ahead, the end of the road is opaque black, like a whirlpool, I will be involved, I can't stop. Tropical plants on both sides of the road, shining with shadows, are ferocious at me and their hearts are shaking.
In this vast darkness, Leng Yue's bend is particularly pale and dazzling, and my face is just as pale. Lengyue to Lengyue, two Lengyue, haha, laughing, chills ... Originally, this scenery was beautiful, but when I met such a person, it became so bleak.
Because I am a sad person. I don't know when "depression" became a popular word, and I was stuck by it inexplicably. From then on, I became entangled with depression and fell into this bottomless pit.
And tears, also became my image endorsement. Tell yourself that sentimentality is not a bad thing, but I know it is self-deception.
Melancholy makes my heart tired, and tears make my eyes full of tears. I want to jump out of this circle, but my legs seem to be stuck in a swamp, and I can only watch myself sink deeper and deeper, and there is nothing I can do.
"Regret is like a rolling hill, and the pain comes from all directions ..." I was told that I always want to cry after reading my article. I didn't think so at first, but I didn't know that my article was really blues until I looked through the anthology. Surprised, I was extremely sad.
I also found that many writers in the blue sky wrote this way, saying to themselves, look, isn't this normal? But I also know that this is just a comfort. I want to write some optimistic articles and see the shiny words on the screen, but I can't.
That doesn't belong to me. I won't write words that go against my heart. I just feel very artificial and disgusting when I write them, and then I can sweep away all this rubbish with a delete button. Only these blues words belong to me, forever.
Ask yourself, what is worth my tears? What troubles are so small that I should be sad. And the answer is always just a question mark like a fishhook, which makes me suffocate.
Occasionally I will think of some songs: "No matter how high the sky is, my happiness is paramount, as long as I am happy …" "Are you happy? I am very happy. As long as everyone sings with us, happiness is meaningless, I tell you.
Happiness is such a simple thing. Don't worry, be happy. "
Is happiness paramount? Silence, nod. I have always thought that living should be happy and wonderful.
Is happiness simple? I don't think so. I can't do it.
Maybe sometimes happiness will stay here, but it is not a return, but a passer-by. In my dictionary, happiness is abstract and chaotic, and sometimes it doesn't even exist.
Flap your wings, I want to fly. Looking for happiness.
I am eager for my happiness ... I am eager to go back to my childhood. Nowadays, children no longer sing "I found a penny by the roadside" or play on the grass at home. I can no longer see the miniature of my childhood, and the feeling of recalling my childhood has changed from sweet to bitter, with a little sweetness.
This is in contrast to the poem "Childhood is the truth in a dream/the dream in reality/the tearful smile in memory". Childhood is really beautiful, and the beauty lies in the truth and cleanliness of childlike innocence.
We can express our inner feelings without disguise, and we don't need to force a smile when we are in pain; We can do whatever we want, regardless of other people's opinions. We don't have to worry about how to deal with people, or even get more benefits for ourselves, but slander others.
These are indelible stains left by years in people's hearts. Therefore, I am eager to go back to my childhood and get rid of the right and wrong that will burden my mind.
However, this is impossible, just like a red apple can no longer turn green, but the red apple has the right to smile at the green apple, but we can't get the children's smiles now, because many things of our generation have disappeared from them. We can only look for truth and cleanliness in our memories ... Maybe at a childhood party many years later, everyone will laugh and talk about interesting things when they were young. Under the smile, it is a heart that is sour for not returning to childhood.
And I am eager to go back to my childhood in junior high school. Li Xuefeng, Class 1, Grade 8, Tang Haixian No.9 Farm Middle School, Tangshan, Hebei 2008-03-1:15 Look, a child puts his hands in the air and looks up at butterflies flying in front of him. She ran with a happy smile, followed by her parents. The innocence and liveliness of my childhood made me more eager to go back to my childhood.
I am now a student of 18. These two years of junior high school life, let me forget that I had a beautiful and happy childhood before, but almost forgot her beauty. When I was a child, I was naive and lively, and it was precisely because of that excessive "liveliness" that my small body was scarred.
Sometimes, I even feel sad for a long time because I stepped on an ant. Sometimes I even look around the street to get a card; Sometimes even forget to eat in order to watch a favorite cartoon ... but now, a little guy may ignore their existence; A little card ignored me at all; In my opinion, an animated cartoon is just some childish puppet shows. I've changed, I don't like to talk, and I've become indifferent and arrogant. With the passing of my childhood, my innocence and liveliness disappeared.
How I long to run under the blue sky and play in the street. But now life forces me to read at home.
When I am bored, I can only listen to music and watch those boring youth idol dramas. Everyone has had a childhood and spent the same period with me, but haven't they ever thought of a wonderful childhood? Don't they feel the boredom of life now? Maybe they thought about it, but as time went on, they all left.
Will I be like them? Will I forget my wonderful childhood under the pressure of life? Will the brand of my childhood be washed away by years? As * * * said: Aren't adults all grown up? I don't think they will forget the picture of chasing butterflies in the field. Everyone is eager to go back to childhood. I like the innocence, liveliness and dribs and drabs of my childhood. I am eager to go back to my childhood and past.
3. Ask for a 550-word composition and enjoy the moon in autumn.
The ancients said it well: I didn't know the moon and the moon when I was young, so I called it a white jade plate. I also suspect that Yao Taijing flew at the end of Qingyun Mountain. When I was a child, I thought the moon was curved and the sun was round. Until one day, my mother told me that the moon would become round in the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm a little skeptical, but in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is really round, and I must eat some sweet moon cakes. Since then, I like to enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Of course, this year is no exception. Today (August 15), I sat in front of the balcony early to watch the moon, ready to enjoy the charming full moon. After a while, I saw a moon as big as a gold plate in the blue-black sky. I saw it shining like a doll's face, full of youthful breath, and the gentle golden ring was gently surrounded by wisps of clouds and willows. The moon rises higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building. It overlooks the earth and scatters the afterglow. I narrowed my eyes and really saw the vague scenery in the moon. Is it a tree? Is it a mountain? Is it a cloud? Is it a sandstorm? Is it my figure? You are who you really think you are. Suddenly, the pale clouds floating down gently covered the moon, only seeing the flash passing through the clouds. It's too crowded Come out hard. A cool breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the moon showed its beautiful face again, like a little girl who brushed her black hair from her forehead and smiled at people. In my opinion, the moon with clouds on it is more fluffy and poetic.
In order to enjoy the moon more comprehensively, our family went for a walk by the river. The river that has been running for a day has subsided and flowed quietly. A full moon is reflected on the water, and the evening breeze is blowing gently and sparkling. Ah! The river is bright, and the whole wide river surface is like a long ribbon studded with jewels. When the ground is lit, it looks white at first glance. It's like a frost. Light also pours gentleness, including quietness, into rivers and into the world. The bright and pure moon is pure enough to melt all the darkness and irritability in my heart.
Ah! What a beautiful full moon, what a pure full moon, what a lovely full moon!
Du Yue rewrote his composition into 550 words, which is plain and not too good (I tried my best to write an 800-word composition for half an hour, and now there are only 244 words, so I will add some words myself. What is Mount Tai, the head of the Five Mountains? I looked at it from a distance, then froze and couldn't help admiring it.
She is located in Qilu native land, but its mountains are endless and gloomy. No matter how you look, you can't see the end of the mountain.
I dare say that nature has gathered all the magic and beauty in the world here-look! Mount Tai is so steep, between the south and the north, it divides day and month, mystery and darkness, day and dusk! The clouds and gas are rolling layer by layer, which makes my heart like stirring soup; Why don't people stare at the magnificent scenery of birds returning to their nests? Following the trajectory of birds circling into the mountains, I am determined to climb the top of Mount Tai and make all the mountains submit to me! Looking up again, I found that the mountain at my foot was just so small.
5. Write a 550-word narrative about the harvest. Is there 1? Harvest.
Everyone says that autumn is the golden harvest season, which seems invisible in the city. Only in the open area of the country can we look up at the sky getting higher and higher in autumn and the endless golden waves, and people's mood will become as bright as freshly washed glass.
But think carefully, why is autumn the harvest season? Didn't we get anything in the other three seasons? In pink spring, we harvest the joy of migratory birds, and new willows brush the tenderness on our faces; In the grass-green summer, we harvest the songs of crickets, and raindrops fall on our shoulders. In the silver winter, we harvested the dance steps of snowflakes falling gently, and harvested the warmth of sunshine after a night of north wind.
Look, we have a lot of harvest every season! In fact, more importantly, our hearts have been harvesting. A brisk piece of music puts wings on the mood and flies to the sky like a butterfly; A gorgeous picture washes away dust for eyes and reflects the colorful sunshine of life like a diamond; A fascinating book makes the soul embark on an imaginary journey, just like sitting in a time machine and swimming in the past and future ~ ~ ~
I hope you can also make you have fun in life; Harvest in moving, harvest in thinking, harvest in aftertaste ~ ~ ~
2. A day of harvest
When I got up this morning, the sky was covered with dark clouds, which seemed to bring an ominous omen. Walking on the road, the wind blows on your body, chilly! In the morning, after breakfast, I went to the teacher training school in a hurry. Although the weather today is terrible, it is raining cats and dogs outside, but my mood is very clear, because today President Huang of our No.5 Middle School gave us a lesson, which turned me, who used to have a headache about composition, into a person who likes writing very much, and made me feel that composition is no longer a difficult thing.
In the morning, I came to the designated place. The teacher looks very kind today. Today, because the principal gave us a composition class, I am full of energy! I want to get rid of the headache of composition in this course. I decided to love composition and make myself interested in writing, just as I thought. Sure enough, everything is as beautiful as imagined. In today's class, President Huang explained to us the method of rapid composition in competitive rolling. After listening to this class, I really gained a lot! What I understand is the innovation of composition training. Writing should be innovative. Only through our own innovation can we achieve ultimate success! Besides, we should be interested in writing. Only in this way can we enjoy writing. Before writing a composition, we should think actively, search hard for materials, and use various writing methods flexibly when writing a composition, so that our composition sentences can be smooth, beautiful and concise, and we can succeed only after repeated revisions.
I have gained a lot today, and I believe I can write more creatively in the future.
harvest
Life is a fertile soil, what you sow, you reap: sow a state of mind and reap an idea; Sow an idea and reap an action; Sow an action and reap a habit; Sow a habit and reap a destiny.
Please write a composition on the topic of "sowing and harvesting".
When young, harvest youth and vitality; After adulthood, harvest maturity and charm; Gain experience and wisdom in old age; Harvest peace and tranquility in old age. When you succeed, you reap joy and happiness; When you fail, you reap sadness and tears. In the course of life, everything will pay off.
In the dull, harvest peace and tranquility; In turbulent times, gain anxiety and uneasiness. In the ebb and flow of life, gain * * * and loneliness; In the unremarkable life track, I have gained the inner ups and downs; In the ever-changing world, we meet unexpectedly with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. Any kind of experience is a kind of harvest, and any period of life can harvest a story.
Harvest makes you feel that life is so colorful. When you are sad, believe that different seasons reap different fruits, and you will no longer be afraid of loneliness; When you are bored, believe that different seasons harvest different fruits, and you will no longer worry about dullness; When encountering setbacks, believe that different seasons reap different fruits, and you will no longer be afraid of failure; When you are in pain, believe that different seasons reap different fruits, and you will no longer resist sadness.
I believe that different seasons reap different fruits and learn to be calm in the face of success; Faced with failure, I learned to be indifferent. Tolerance because of abundance is the greatest gain in life.
6. Writing a composition, another thing I dare not expect, requires me to write unforgettable memories around success.
As always, white clouds floated lightly under their feet, and a group of birds became quiet because they entered this extremely holy place. I leaned against a tall and ancient stone pillar, silently looked at the messy ruins on the earth, folded my hands and sang the Bible for mankind.
Not long ago, a commotion spread from the ground to the sky. In that place called "Land of Abundance", the power that Mother Earth has accumulated for thousands of years broke out in an instant. The beautiful city was destroyed once, people fell into panic, heavy rocks and huge houses rushed to helpless human beings without hindrance, people shouted helplessly, and hoarse cries and desperate growls lingered in my ears for a long time.
A tear flowed from my red eyes, slid across my face and landed on my white robe. ...
People who escaped from their clutches are frantically digging for their loved ones, and their rough hands are covered with blood cut by cement blocks. ...
A huge steel bar was pressed on a little girl. A group of adults tried desperately and hopelessly to lift the steel bar, but the steel bar didn't want to move a step, lying on the little girl's thin body, ignoring her pain.
Once, the school with loud books disappeared, and it was replaced by bricks and messy textbooks scattered on the ground. And the owner of the textbook is under pressure from the catastrophe. Their vitality is being sucked back and forth by disasters until the end of their lives.
There was an unfathomable crack in my heart: it grinned and stung me deeply, making the bright halo on my head dim gradually, and the sacred cross on my chest was not as clean as before, and rust eroded it bit by bit.
"Boom-!" There was another loud noise, and pieces of sand and boulders poured down from the majestic mountain, blocking the originally flat road and making it impossible for the rescue team preparing to break into the disaster area to move forward. The boulder sneers at people contemptuously: Look at how weak human beings go to the rescue. People didn't lose heart. They stubbornly climbed the boulder, climbed mountains and mountains, and sent the materials and help that the people in the disaster area were in urgent need, and sent their hopes.
"Wow-!" Listen, the rain is coming from the disaster area again. Originally gentle, she also became a horrible demon, ruthlessly plundering the energy of the trapped. People looked at the sky in despair, looked at me in heaven and shouted, "God! Why do you treat us like this! " Then throw yourself into the intense rescue.
However, no matter what it is, it can't defeat the power of human beings! My heart tells me. So, I shook my wings curled up behind me, and it opened as if it were ready to do something for mankind, and the plump feathers seemed to cover up all human suffering. ...
Look, the power of family! Mom and dad exchanged their lives for the dazzling life of their 3-year-old daughter.
Look, the power of friendship! After a student managed to escape, he went to rescue his classmates regardless of his personal safety. ...
Look, the power of that stranger! Bottled water, bagged instant noodles, cars, these are the power of strangers. ...
I roared and ran on the ruins, watching the busy people on the ground, watching the lives crawling out of the ruins, and a warm current spread all over my body. Then, I turned into a beam of sunshine, which shone into everyone's heart and into mine.
7. There is a kind of waiting called hope, and there is a kind of waiting called hope.
Waiting is a kind of training and a test, and hope often comes from waiting.
It is said that Zhuge Liang has a clever plan. In fact, he is just an ordinary man without superhuman powers. What is more than others is patience and the ability to think twice. The famous "Battle of Red Cliffs" is enough to demonstrate this point. Zhuge Liang, with his clever intelligence, thought carefully about this battle and waited for the east wind. Just the right time won the success of this movement and made it an eternal story.
It is not easy to have enough patience to wait. Most people lack this patience. Therefore, the success at your fingertips disappears at the moment you give up waiting.
I read such a story in Yilin, a deeply regrettable story.
In a small town, boys and girls are deeply in love. However, the good times did not last long. The girl's parents made great achievements abroad, and the girl was naturally taken in. On the day of leaving, the girl gave the boy a mechanical pig and told him to press the button on the top of the pig if he missed her. The boy watched the girl leave with tears in her eyes. Suddenly he woke up and forgot to ask the girl's address and phone number over there, but it was too late! Every day, as long as boys think of girls and press the button, the pig will say "I love you". The boy has been waiting for a letter from the girl But months passed and there was still no news from the girl. The boy was heartbroken and thought that the girl must have abandoned him. He abandoned the pig by the garbage dump downstairs, determined to forget the girl. Aunt cleaning found the pig. "How lovely! Just take it back to the children to play. " She saw the button on the pig's head and pressed it. Spit out a piece of paper from the pig's mouth with a string of phone numbers written on it.
It turns out that the note will be spit out after the button is pressed a hundred times. As soon as the boy calls her, the girl will return to him at once. Unfortunately, the boys only pressed it 99 times, while the girls are still waiting!
Just one step away, with a little effort, happiness and success will pass by ... waiting is painful, and those who have enough patience will get closer and closer to success. Because hope often comes from waiting!
8. Think about the future
In the morning, a ray of light flutters lazily on my pillow through the thick glass curtain wall, sometimes hazy and sometimes dazzling. When the light falls on my book, no, it is "high-tech electronic paper", which can display the contents of the whole book. The sunlight is too weak. This paper is my most proud work recently. Making this paper will not cause soil erosion and water pollution, and it will make the environmental protection of the earth enter a new stage. And I am the greatest inventor in 2020-Jack. Do you know why I use English names? Because I don't learn English well now, I dare to call my English name, which shows that my English was great at that time!
Looking through the glass curtain wall, the sun has turned red. Green grass, blue sky, clear river water, leisurely old people and frolicking children are everywhere a picture of heaven.
Looking back at that time, due to the rapid increase of population, the deterioration of marine ecological environment caused by air pollution, the destruction of land, such as erosion and desertification, the sharp decline of forest resources, the harm of acid rain, the accelerated extinction of species, water pollution, toxic waste pollution, the change of the earth's periodic orbit, and other factors, the earth is warming, the land area is shrinking sharply, people are facing great disasters, and the shadow of energy crisis hanging over people's hearts makes the whole world overcast. Woke up by a phone call in his sleep, the Environmental Protection Association held an emergency meeting. "The earth's environment has been destroyed and is no longer suitable for human habitation. We plan to immigrate on a large scale within three months. " I couldn't swallow the hearty breakfast cooked by the clever nanny. With the development of science and technology, life is convenient, but the destroyed earth can no longer allow us to survive. "Don't we really have to abandon our mother-the earth? Do we really have no way to survive, and we have to escape in the face of problems? " I don't believe it. I organized my environmental protection team and plunged into the laboratory. After hundreds of days and nights, due to the extensive use of our invention "carbon dioxide reduction machine", the global warming problem that puzzles the world has been solved, and the energy crisis has been solved with the discovery of new energy "actinium".
Well, I have the habit of exercising after lunch. As an environmentalist, my life embodies the spirit of environmental protection everywhere. I set foot on my high-speed, environmentally-friendly, energy-saving, zero-pollution and controllable "bike", with speeds ranging from tens of meters to 100 km. Can be used for fitness, leisure and transportation. "Rinrin Bell. . . "My car phone rang. "President Jack, your invention won the Nobel Prize. As a China person, you are the hundredth winner. Congratulations! " Yes, the future world will be proud of us China people!
9. Write a junior high school composition of not less than 600 words around expectations and expect to grow.
All along, growing up is a yearning, an attitude of working hard for the ideal in my heart.
I still remember when I was a child, because my brothers and sisters next door always went for an outing by bike, I always wanted to be one of them, but my mother said, "You are too young." Whenever I hear such words, there is always infinite injustice in my heart, and age limits many behaviors. I will sit in front of my house, watching my brothers and sisters drift away, looking up at the sky with my little head and thinking silently: grow up quickly, grow up quickly.
Later, I entered the school and became a student. Looking forward to growing up in the lower grades, I have a mature face and a tall figure like a senior student. When I was in senior three, I expected to grow up because I wanted to experience a completely strange junior high school life. Now I am living in junior high school, and I am looking forward to growing up. I'm looking forward to the three years' struggle in high school, and even the leisurely life in the university in our eyes.
It's fleeting, as we all know, we have long since left that distant childhood, and we can't say such an unconstrained ideal as "going to Mars" without scruple. Now when I think of the ideals I once said, I will unconsciously use childish words to perfunctory the past. Those lofty ideals are pale and powerless in our thinking of understanding reality more and more. However, in our minds, the definition of the future has become more practical because of the maturity of ideas. I won't take it for granted as before, but have a clear goal, make the best evaluation of my ability, and then set a feasible ideal and make firm progress towards this goal. Perhaps it is no longer the lofty ideal that was vowed in the past, but it is in line with yourself and can see hope. Because when we grow up, we learn to catch the tail that suits our future and walk towards that dawn. Perhaps this is the greatest benefit of growing up.
Today, we are struggling on the way forward. We need to grow up, constantly improve ourselves with the process of growth, and lay the most solid foundation for our dreams.
I am looking forward to growing up every day, just to be closer to my dream.
10. Ask for a composition of 550 words to enjoy the autumn moon. The ancients said that when I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it the white jade plate. I also suspect that Yao Taijing flew at the end of Qingyun Mountain.
When I was a child, I thought the moon was curved and the sun was round. Until one day, my mother told me that the moon would become round in the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm a little skeptical, but in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is really round, and I must eat some sweet moon cakes. Since then, I like to enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Of course, this year is no exception. Today (August 15), I sat in front of the balcony early to watch the moon, ready to enjoy the charming full moon.
After a while, I saw a moon as big as a gold plate in the blue-black sky. I saw it shining like a doll's face, full of youthful breath, and the gentle golden ring was gently surrounded by wisps of clouds and willows. The moon rises higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building.
It overlooks the earth and scatters the afterglow. I narrowed my eyes and really saw the vague scenery in the moon.
Is it a tree? Is it a mountain? Is it a cloud? Is it a sandstorm? Is it my figure? You are who you really think you are. Suddenly, the pale clouds floating down gently covered the moon, only seeing the flash passing through the clouds.
It's too crowded Come out hard. A cool breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the moon showed its beautiful face again, like a little girl who brushed her black hair from her forehead and smiled at people.
In my opinion, the moon with clouds on it is more fluffy and poetic. In order to enjoy the moon more comprehensively, our family went for a walk by the river.
The river that has been running for a day has subsided and flowed quietly. A full moon is reflected on the water, and the evening breeze is blowing gently and sparkling.
Ah! The river is bright, and the whole wide river surface is like a long ribbon studded with jewels. When the ground is lit, it looks white at first glance.
It's like a frost. Light also pours gentleness, including quietness, into rivers and into the world. The bright and pure moon is pure enough to melt all the darkness and irritability in my heart.
Ah! What a beautiful full moon, what a pure full moon, what a lovely full moon.