We are bright, not sad.
We are imprisoned under the heaven every day and engraved in various ways. There are always many "freaks" in everyone's life. Because of them, the years are not dim and the youth is brilliant.
Adjournment? Arbitrary? A splintered group
There are always a few comedians who talk and laugh together after class, so wanton and sunny. There are always a few chivalrous men who specialize in all kinds of injustice. There are always a few boys who like to play basketball. As soon as they had a rest, they asked their friends to rush out to play and come back in a hurry. There are always several girls, chatting about all kinds of entertainment, idol dramas and novels. From time to time, boys at the next table are bored. There are always a few game fans who go to the toilet to talk about various games after class, teach each other tricks and put their hands on their shoulders to talk about things. There are always several good students studying hard at their desks. They are really good students and are attacked by people next to them from time to time. There are always a few. ...
Exercise? Mission? transmit
At the sports meeting, the boys cut a dash and the girls cheered loudly. On the playground of Nuoda University, I ran hard for class honor. I don't know which class it is in the stands, cheering and cheering. Then, a huge concerto of "yeah" and "alas" broke out. We will never forget the relay race that conveys our positive energy and glorious mission. We are all unforgettable about 1500m, because whether it is successful or not, it has long been the first in everyone's mind. We will never forget the games of those teams, because the river of youth and the banner of victory are flowing behind them. We will never forget those sports meetings. We will fight for our dreams and run at the starting point of tomorrow.
Classmate? Cute? unforgettable
I always remember that every time we sang in chorus, everyone was seriously tearing their voices; Every morning exercise, everyone's grotesque antics; Every time I go to physical education class, everyone's reluctant expression; Every music class, a bunch of boys' funny words; Every time the head teacher nags, I can't wait to find the silence of the ground cracking. Every time a joke is played, everyone shouts clearly; Every time I encounter collective difficulties, I stand up and stand up.
We will always be so casual, as everyone knows, this is the best time.
Occasionally, I stroll around in groups of three or five, and occasionally several students who make up classes on the main road meet in bookstores, occasionally meet unexpectedly in cram schools, and occasionally participate in interest classes, but they often disappear. Most of the books in the drawer are magazines and comic books. Occasionally called into the office by the teacher, criticized and expressed remorse. When I left the office, I went to the playground with a smile. Only occasionally, time will slip away.
We are standing on the young battlefield and heading for the distance of victory. We are young, we are arrogant, we are ignorant, and we show the positive energy of our generation of confident young people with actions.
It seems that many, many years have passed for the sixth grade students. There is no trace of the person who used to be. I still remember shaking my head and reading when I was a child, turning cherry red and banana green. I don't remember what the previous sentence was. Now I know, but time can easily throw people away. Time can easily throw people away, turn cherries red and plantains green. ...
Those childhood memories spilled all the way, so that in the end, no one could remember whose face it was. I only vaguely remember that poem, that sentence, that song and that kite.
And those childhood promises. At that time, he was so stubborn that now he only listens as a joke. Just because those people, those promises, have long been scattered all over the world and can no longer be completed.
The mottled old earth wall reflects the reflection of childhood. Dense leaves reflect scattered sunlight. In the sky, red kites fly all year round. It's just that the face of the man in the sun can't be remembered. What name has been forgotten.
Just walking in this city, looking up at the sky that is no longer sunny. Some pictures flashed again.
In that small town, the sky is blue and the wind is warm. But everything is different.
Did the streamer abandon me, or did I forget it? The answer is unknown.
How many times has the cherry been red? How many times have bananas turned green? Who knows? All I know is that those days have gone away from me. ...
Ears faintly sounded the songs of childhood.
When We Were Young
You like talking, and I like laughing.
Once sat side by side under a peach tree.
The wind is in the treetops and the birds are singing.
I fell asleep before I knew it
How many flowers fall in dreams …
Their voices are sweet, and their children's voices are beautiful. They are singing to me. How many flowers fall in the dream.
They read it again. Cherry is red and banana is green.
Time can easily throw people away, turn cherries red and plantains green. ...
3. Red cherry green banana composition 500 words Red cherry green banana
Time flies, between your fingers, between books, and at the moment when the sun shines through the window lattice, you will never see it again. "Time flies and people go", in a trance, we are left behind, without a trace of nostalgia.
As if a few months ago, we were sitting in the classroom of junior high school, staring blankly at the lazy warm sun; It seems that just a few months ago, we were still counting the leaves left on that big tree in the window; It seems that just a few months ago, we silently stared at the purple sky after self-study at night ... but when I was immersed in previewing high school textbooks, when I hurried past bluestone, when I looked up at the stars, I realized that I had become a high school student. I still see the same sky, but the scene is completely different.
A few months ago, the students of "Adversity and * * *" had parted ways, and the teachers who had lived together day and night began to send them to welcome them. At some point every day, when I look at the whole class, I feel strange, just like I just entered junior high school. I think the so-called growth is carrying a long-distance bus, laughing and playing with everyone sitting next to us, and feeling sad after they leave until the next person sitting next to us. Our hearts become numb after parting again and again, and finally get used to walking through this long life alone. For such growth, I dare not judge whether it is good or bad at will, but it makes me sincerely feel the smallness of human beings. Any force majeure in this world is enough to change the trajectory of our lives, or time? Or a disaster? Or is the passage of time a disaster?
Early last winter, the big tree outside the window was just a bare trunk. My deskmate looked at it and said to me, "When this big tree is thick and dense, we should go …" At that moment, I felt a little sorry and wanted to adapt a poem by Xi Murong:
I am a lonely tree, resisting the arrival of spring!
Jie Jiang, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, said: Time is easy to throw people, cherry red and banana green. This faint sigh is not only sad for youth, but also gratifying for harvest. Time is not old, we will not leave.
We are bright, not sad.
We are imprisoned under the heaven every day and engraved in various ways. There are always many "freaks" in everyone's life, and because of them, our years are not bleak and our youth is brilliant.
Adjourned? Arbitrary? A splintered group
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There are several comedians, talking and laughing together after class, so wanton and sunny. There are always a few chivalrous men who specialize in all kinds of injustice. There are always a few boys who love to play basketball, and they call on their friends to rush out to play during recess.
The ball came back in a hurry. There are always several girls talking about all kinds of entertainment, idol dramas and novels. The boys at the next table make noise from time to time, which is very boring. There are always a few game fans who go to the toilet to talk about various games after class.
Teach each other the secrets of breaking barriers, put your hands on your shoulders and talk about things. There are always several good students studying hard at their desks. They are worthy of the name as good students and are attacked by people next to them from time to time. There are always a few. ...
We are standing on the young battlefield, and we are heading for the distance of victory. We are young, we are arrogant, we are ignorant, and we show the positive energy of our generation of confident young people with actions.
5. If the cherry is red and the banana is green, write a composition with more than 300 words according to the picture. It is easy to dump people when they are in a hurry. The cherry is red and the banana is green.
Throughout the ages, many scholars lament that time flies and regret it. At present, the long history is only a moment of our memory. Time is catching up with generations, and generations are also catching up with the pace of time. The years have changed from a cardamom to an octogenarian. We can't help sighing, sighing that this time has come and gone without a trace, sighing that it has disappeared silently, sighing that the time has passed and will never return! In that case, why don't we seize the moment, seize the youngest in the remaining years, and live every day well. When you are working hard, fighting for study, work and everything you think is valuable, you will no longer sigh about time, but will thank this wonderful time and let you feel every change in the world and nature.
Time makes cherry red and banana green. Oh, that's great.
6. Fairy Tales: Pinocchio, with more than 300 words, also known as the Adventures of Pinocchio, is a classic fairy tale left by Italian writer carlo collodi in the18th century.
The protagonist of the story is a little puppet carved by the old puppeteer Geppetto. His name is Pi Nuo Qi. After magic injected magical vitality into Pi Nuo Qi, Pi Nuo Qi wanted to be a living boy. In order to realize this wish, Pi Nuo Qi found a kind blue fairy. The blue fairy agreed to his request. But there is one additional condition: Pi Nuo must learn to be honest, brave and selfless. At the same time, as a punishment, whenever Pi Nuo Qi tells a lie, his nose will keep getting longer. Indeed, honesty is not a virtue that can be easily possessed. Pi Nuo has not seriously realized the importance of honesty. His nose will soon become longer and longer, and troubles will follow! ..... Finally, after numerous trials and tribulations, Pi Nuo finally understood the meaning of honesty. As a fairy's reward, Pinocchio also realized his long-cherished dream of becoming a truly living "person".
7. Regarding "red cherry, green banana", I cut prunes and sailed across the Wujiang River.
Jie Jiang
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
To annotate ...
Wujiang: The county name of Jiangsu Province today is in the south of Suzhou and the east of Taihu Lake. "Du Qiuniang" and "Tainiang Bridge": both names of Wujiang. Yinzisheng: the name of musical instrument, which is a kind of sheng tube. Heart word fragrance: a kind of fragrance name. It is said that it is shaped like a heart and has powder.
Distinguish and appreciate
Jie Jiang, a native of Zhushan and Yangxian (now Yixing, Jiangsu), was born in the tenth year of Xianchun (1274) and died in the Song Dynasty. This word was written by the poet when he passed Wujiang County by boat. The whole poem uses the combination of "point" and "dye" to write the poet's feelings of spring injury and homesickness after living in a foreign land for a long time.
This poem hurts the feelings of spring and expresses the homesickness of the wanderer. It is written that the author wandered around the shore of Taihu Lake at the beginning of the demise of the Southern Song Dynasty, feeling sad and homesick at the same time.
Shang Kun started with "Spring Sorrow" and wrote a scene in which the author drowned his sorrow by drinking in the drizzle. "A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs." The author is too anxious to get away. He was eager to drown his sorrows in wine, so he went boating on the river. Seeing that the restaurant picked out the big-character wine moves seems to tell the author to get drunk to solve his worries. "Autumn niang crossing and Thai niang bridge. The wind is blowing,
The rain is rustling ",
In the beautiful and affectionate places that make people linger, the author should have drunk as much as he can and let the melancholy disappear. However, in a trance, I only feel that it is stormy and I don't know where I am, which makes the original "spring sorrow" more dense and difficult to let go.
The next chapter points out that the sadness described by Shang Xun is the pain caused by the difficulty of returning home, and sends out the feeling that time flies and the good times can't last long. "When to go home to wash the guest robe? The silver word is re-tuned, and the heart is fragrant. " The author pointed this out with a rhetorical question.
The origin of "Spring Sorrow" turned out to be homesickness. He recalled the scene at home: his wife played a silver sheng, and the incense burner in the house burned a heart-shaped incense symbolizing the love between men and women. The sheng tube is long, and the smoke from the kitchen is fascinating. Writing here, the pen of the word turned and sighed, "People are fleeting, cherries are red and bananas are green." The years are ruthless. Seeing that time has made cherries red and plantains green, Shao Hua's life has also been left behind, which makes people feel melancholy and even more sad. At the end of this sentimental tone, the aftertaste is lingering and memorable. Connecting with the writing background of the word, we can easily realize that the author's "spring worries" and "homesickness" actually express his anxiety about the country.
The refined words of this word are particularly worth mentioning. The four-character refrain "The wind is fluttering, the rain is rustling" and "The cherry is red and the banana is green" has a distinct sense of rhythm, and it is catchy to read, with beautiful words and unique charm.