China, a sacred land standing in the east of the world, is a Chinese nation and a famous family living in this sacred land. Since ancient times, we have been proud of China's vast territory, rich natural resources and beautiful mountains and rivers, as well as the ancient civilization and splendid culture of the Chinese nation. Because of the richness of this resource, the magnificence of this mountain and river, the brilliance of this culture, and the innate feelings of the descendants of the dragon, we sincerely admire: "I love China"!
Loving the motherland is not a casual talk, but a practice that requires effort and action.
As students, from the moment we enter the school, we are destined to share joys and sorrows with our classmates and create a brilliant life together. Because loving school is an essential emotion for everyone.
I remember once, after school at night, I was late for cleaning. I looked up and saw a beam of light coming in from the third floor window. I hesitated for a moment. Although it seems trivial, it wastes energy and loses the interests of the school. So I decided to go upstairs and turn off the lights at once. Just as I took the first step forward, the light suddenly went out. After a while, a figure walked briskly down the stairs. I feel a sense of pride. How much you love your classmates at school. Although he did very little, he showed his feelings of loving the school incisively and vividly from lifting a finger. In a picturesque campus, we should always remember our responsibilities.
Turning over the long scroll of China's modern history, sadness, humiliation and pain are more tortuous than the Yellow River and more bitter than the sea.
In Nanjing, the lives of 300,000 innocent victims, whether white-haired old people or hungry babies, were all killed, and none survived. Throat is everywhere, where the end of the world is China.
Time has passed, and today's Chinese nation is finally proud, and the mushroom cloud has broken the nuclear monopoly of the Soviet Union and the United States. The burning Olympic flame declares to the world that China is no longer the sick man of East Asia; The successful launch of Shenzhou 5 finally realized the flying dream of China people.
Motherland, you are with the long river and the Yellow River. Looking at these vicissitudes, a sense of pride arises spontaneously.
The feeling of writing 2 hours the next day is that the water washed down instantly flows away from your feet and never comes back.
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Standing in front of a pear tree, watching the tender petals fly to the invisible distance with the wind, it flew into my mind again and drifted with the memory.
A few years ago, I bought a pear tree seedling at home. At that time, I used heavy tools to plant in the garden, which was very hard. I also made a beautiful, silly and naive wish for it: I hope it can grow up quickly, I hope our family can be together for life, and I hope I can get the first place in the next exam. When I am in a bad mood, I will talk to it about my unhappy things: for example, someone has problems with me, and which teacher criticizes me for being particularly annoying. Sometimes it can float a few petals or leaves in a special way to show sympathy or support, just like a bosom sister in a children's program. So, whenever I have time, I go to the pear tree to talk, but I seldom talk to people, and I become what others call a quiet girl.
But now that I have moved out of that house, I rarely see that pear tree, so pear flowers can only appear in my dreams, in my memories and in my mind that I miss my childhood. Whenever I see pear blossoms from other places, I always think of my own pear blossoms. Whenever I see my own pear blossoms, I will think of that white, unrestrained childhood.
Standing in front of a pear tree, watching the pear blossom rain blown by the wind, watching the flowers fall on the ground and float white, but can't blow back people's past and that era of laughter.
The last star disappeared in the dark blue sky. Clouds in the distance are like feathers falling when angels crossed the sky last night. The curtain of dawn slowly opened. The mist on the horizon outlines the brilliance of the sun, and the birds just out of the nest spread their wings in the wind and play the earliest and loudest song of the day.
"Do you want to wake her up?"
"Let's wait."
"Then I'll serve porridge."
Wandering on the edge of a dream in the morning, the warm sunshine awakens my consciousness from a deep sleep. I just lay in bed, waiting for the last pair of sober eyes. The subtle conversation between my parents was inadvertently caught by my ears. A stone of love was thrown into my silent heart, rippling, and the air around it was contaminated with unknown flowers, which also brought the temperature of love.
"Go and call her now."
"However, she did her homework very late last night."
"Well, wait another five minutes."
I tried to fall asleep and felt the satisfaction brought by this short five minutes with a sensitive heart. In the struggle and anxiety of my parents, I quietly waited for them to tiptoe to my bedside to wake me up. The unknown warm current fills my heart at the moment, and it flows all over my body with blood.
"Go get her!"
"But."
"If you don't get up, you'll be late."
"Get up, son." Hearing the first call in the morning, I reluctantly slowly opened my sleepy eyes, stretched myself and yawned for a long time. "I'm going to be late." "Hmm" "Did you sleep well?" Not bad. They have big smiles on their faces. It is rare to smile after tiring work, and it is rare to see them with white hair on their temples in the years. A strange emotion filled my chest again. In order not to let them find out, I quickly jumped out of bed to wash.
Wandering on the edge of the dream, listening to the call of dawn, opening your eyes and starting a new day. How secret this love is, fortunately, I found it by accident. The warm feeling in my heart arises spontaneously. No matter what kind of cold wind and rain is ahead, the temperature of love makes me stride forward without hesitation.
If someone asks me what it's like to go home, I will not hesitate to answer: it's so good to go home! Warm and caring, just like a bird that has been locked up for a long time, it is free. Home is our best destination, how amazing, it enriches people's emotions and makes people more amiable.
Looking forward to it, I finally waited until this Friday, and it's time to go home again. Ding-Ding-Ding. I was overjoyed when the school bell rang. I took a bus to the village entrance. When I first arrived in the village, I heard Uncle Zhang say, "Ah, the middle school is over. You are really hard." I quickly replied: "How can you work hard!" After a while, I heard Aunt Li say, "Hey, I'm back. Go back and let your family cook for you. " We are in high spirits. When we got home, grandma quickly took my schoolbag and brought me a glass of water. I quickly said, "I'm not tired, so don't be busy." But grandma still said, "You only stay at home one day a week. How to study hard if you are not busy? " Soon, a big dinner was ready. I looked at the table and saw fish and meat and side dishes. When eating, grandma always puts the cooked dishes in my bowl and eats them by herself. I can't take it anymore. I gave grandma a bowl of meat, and she finally ate it under my compulsion. I am also happy to eat very full, lying in bed thinking: it feels good to go home!
On Sunday afternoon, grandma began to be busy again. After she gave me enough money, I prepared my favorite braised fish for lunch and I ate it happily. At this time, grandma went to the room. I don't know what she is busy with, but I didn't pay attention. When I left, I found that my schoolbag was much heavier. When I opened it, I found some apples and bananas, and a dress to take away. I can't help feeling a warm current flowing in my heart. She forced a few dollars into my bag when I left.
I can't help feeling: it feels good to be home! I love the feeling of going home, and I love my family more.
Some people say, "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu." But some people say, "Can reading be used as money?"
So what exactly is a book?
In fact, we can't just have money in our hearts. If we only want money, then our country will definitely be short of resources. As students, we should study hard, because what we do is to read thousands of books and write like God.
Only by studying hard can you realize your wishes. If you don't study, you can only accomplish nothing and become what people call "blind eyes." Be civilized, you are illiterate.
Studying hard can get into a good school, but time flies and the knowledge in books is endless, so we should cherish time. There is a famous saying that "an inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time".
We should work hard, and knowledge is as endless as the ocean. So reading is the best.
Because knowledge makes us smarter; Because knowledge broadens our horizons; Because knowledge makes our future brighter; Because knowledge makes our life happier.
It is true that "the book has its own golden house, and the book comes from Yan Ruyu". But there is another proverb in the world, reading is good, reading is good. It is also true that reading is good, because only reading can have a bright future.
Only by studying can we display our talents and make our career take off.
That makes us just green leaves, but I believe, after believing, we will become red flowers. Red flowers need green leaves to match.
I believe my future is not a dream. And I believe that the future of all of us is not a dream, and teachers are happy and beautiful.
Every time I think of that good thing, I feel happy.
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It was very hot that night, and I finally got through the last remedial class. I stood at the boring station and watched groups of busy people pass by me.
How hot it is! I kept muttering in my mouth, just then my "life-saving straw" was 100 meters away. Under the faint street light, I saw a thin body wandering between highways. I think it's time to cross the street! Unfortunately, this long line of "traffic" crossing the road is perfect.
It's still 80 meters away, and the air conditioner is still on. Great! To my surprise, the figure came to me unexpectedly. I saw her face clearly by the faint street lamp. It turned out to be a junior. "Brother, how to cross the street? She speaks fluent Mandarin. "oh! You should take the zebra crossing, you are too dangerous. I said. She widened her watery eyes and said hopefully, "Brother, did you cross the road?" I saw it was 50 meters away, so I said simply, "I'm waiting for the bus. "Oh," my little sister sighed.
How can you not help such a child? So, I began to hesitate, should I send her across the street and wait for the next bus? Or take the bus? Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, and I seemed to hear an echo. Just as I was hesitating, the bus, which was as slow as a tortoise, stopped at the station quickly and smoothly, facing the open door. I suddenly remembered the first time I crossed the road alone, and an old woman took me on a road without a car. Those old and warm hands are fresh in my memory. Now, now. ...
I made up my mind. I took her to the crosswalk. I quietly looked at the distant figure, and my mind calmed down. It doesn't look that hot
This kind of happiness comes to mind from time to time, and it feels good.
Do you know the feeling composition 7 of grade two? At the moment when every meteor passes by, we remember the dribs and drabs of a person's growth When he grows up, he seems to be excellent. When he grows up, he can get rid of his parents' nagging. When he grows up, we will become mature and will not repeat the recklessness of childhood. When we do things, we will seriously think and put them into action. We are maturing step by step. We are growing.
When we grow up, we seem to stand on the dividing line of age. On the one hand, ignorance, on the other hand, maturity. Looking at the distant ignorance, we will still be reluctant. When I was a child, whenever it rained, I would ignore the rain, regardless of my clothes getting wet, and regardless of thinking about my mother's scolding when I got home. I would only covet temporary pleasure. But when we grow up, every time it rains, we will only quietly hold an umbrella, meditate under the rain curtain and look at the broken beads of rain, thinking that this is God's tears, so we will be inexplicably sad. At this time, we are reluctant to lock the past as a pink memory in our hearts.
When I grow up, it seems that everything comes naturally, and time slips away from my fingertips like an hourglass. Is it really that good to grow up? I don't think so. Otherwise, why do you grow up, old friends are getting colder and colder to you, and all the interesting things in your childhood are frozen in your cold mouth, and you have grown up. Why do friends disappear one by one? On the surface, it is angry, but behind it, it is secretly fighting.
When we grow up, we fade away and become mature. If we were like a flower when we were young, now we are just a grass. We have learned to bear, to be silent and to bend over when the wind comes. Growing up, I feel sour and sweet. ...
Long feeling, how nice!
When the word "spring" is mentioned, we can't help but think of beautiful words such as "spring blossoms", "spring blossoms" and "spring is full". In people's minds, spring is always so beautiful and charming.
When the first breeze of spring blew through Yuan Ye, everything revived, the grass stuck out its blue head, and all the flowers and trees came alive. Willow trees on the shore, covered with black silk, gradually turn green and shine in the wind, telling the yearning for spring. When the first sunshine of spring shines on the stream, the stream melts and the spring water ripples. In the pond, flocks of lively and lovely ducks are playing in the water. Swallows flew from the horizon in droves, as if to say, "Spring has come, we are back." When the first thunder of spring sounded, the jasmine flowers in spring bloomed in clusters, and patches of rape flowers appeared in front of us, golden and brilliant, unconsciously decorating the whole spring. Not far away, at my feet, I lay on the ground, really like a Simmons carpet. This is really a scene of "Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan". Nature is a vibrant scene, which constitutes a colorful picture.
The rain came, and the gentle rain fell on vilen, as if playing a harmonious movement. The intermittent rain, like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, is woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on someone else's roof. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", it's true! You see, the crops in the field are greedily sucking the gift of nature, waiting for the fruit of autumn.
People are also lively, and when they take off their thick coats in winter, they are relaxed a lot. Go out of the house in unison, breathe the breath of spring in the soft and warm sunshine, exercise your bones and muscles, and stretch your spirit. In parks and ponds, people who exercise can be seen everywhere.
"A year's plan lies in spring". Spring is the season of sowing. People are expecting a good harvest this year. They plant hope in the soil, take root and sprout, and wait for a mature day.
Spring is beautiful, so pleasing to the eye, and everyone's heart is full of vitality and vitality. This is probably the feeling of spring.
The sentiment composition of the second day of the ninth day came slowly with the bell of class in the breeze. The coolness outside the window moistened my every sense, put down my heavy exercise and stretched myself. In this way, as always, I went to the playground to enjoy the moon by moonlight.
What time is it tonight? All night on August 15. What happened tonight?
I will greet the bright moon alone.
Lying on the green grass of Xin Wei, no matter how the cool wind with earthy breath rushes into my sleeve, no matter what light shines in the busy street, it can't stop my attachment to this bright moon. At this time of the year, my family gathers on the balcony at home to enjoy the moon and eat moon cakes, and speak freely. The picture of a happy family really makes people linger. Now, only Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace can listen to me, but when I think that my family misses each other as much as I do, I forget the heavy homework and loneliness.
Today, the moon is the roundest. Enjoy the moon covered by Chang 'e and the fragrance of osmanthus trees in the moon palace. Everything is silent, only hear the wind lingering in my ears, close my eyes and hear my parents' caring.
Gradually, I fell asleep. I dreamed that Chang 'e came gently from the full moon, and her fair skin was equal in the faint moonlight. Her thin silk dress is more luxurious than that on TV. Before I knew it, she smiled and took my hand and set foot on the cloud without saying a word. I saw my parents when I came down from the colorful clouds. They greeted me and Chang 'e with a smile, sipped moon cakes on the balcony and talked about their family. Sister Chang 'e kept silent and listened with a smile. ...
Another familiar bell woke me up. Chang 'e, parents and moon cakes all disappeared in front of me, but the moon is still there. It still emits soft light. Listen to me. Listen to my thoughts. He understands my heart, makes a wish for me and gives me a beautiful dream. It's good to have you!
Back in the classroom, I opened the Chinese book "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs". This matter is old and difficult. I wish people a long life and a thousand miles of beauty. I think the moon will tell my family that I miss them. It's good to have you.
The feeling composition of the second day of junior high school 10 seems to be a fleeting time. Today, we are no longer children playing house on the grass. Today, we are no longer primary school students who read aloud "the bright line at the foot of my bed"; Today, we bid farewell to childhood and move towards youth. With a vision for the future, we came to the High School Attached to the National People's Congress and entered the first day of life.
It's been a week since school started, and I have a certain understanding of the new environment. Facing the second day of life, there are also many feelings.
The next day, the first feeling was freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, tree-lined; The teacher's lectures are so energetic and fascinating; Students get along so well, so happy; Modern libraries, audio-visual centers, network centers and laboratories make me linger. All this is very different from primary school, but I think it is very fresh and interesting.
The next day, the second feeling was longing for the future. At the opening ceremony, we excitedly tied our best wishes to balloons and flew them into the blue sky. Everyone's wishes are varied, some want to be musicians and push China's traditional music to the world; Some hope to become journalists, so that all mankind is amazed at the rapid development of China today; Some people want to be writers and let people hear the faint voice in the corner of society ... The ideal can only be realized through action. In the three years of junior high school, lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards the goal step by step.
In the second day of junior high school, no amount of feelings will make you nervous. In middle schools, especially excellent middle schools, the competition for study is fierce and there will be some pressure. If you are not careful, your grades will fall behind the team and you can't relax at all. You should always be in a state of learning. We must adapt to this tense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in three years of study.
The second day, excitement, expectation, nervousness. But anyway, let's start from bit by bit and integrate into a new life. Let's face the life of senior one with a high-spirited attitude.
The feeling composition of Grade Two 1 1 has grown up. It is a word with simple strokes in Chinese and grown up in English, but it is not easy to do. Some people will look forward to, be afraid of, and may also think of the lyrics of Tayu Lo's song, "How I wish I had a mature face like a senior.". Then let me tell you how I felt when I was growing up.
Eager to grow up
At home, I am an only child, and my parents, grandparents and grandparents not only have no feudal "son preference" thought, but love me as a smart girl. So at home, although my mother always said, "You have grown up, not a child", my parents don't want me to go out alone for too long because I am playful and careless, so I can't travel by myself. At that time, I wanted to grow up and be independent.
When you grow up,
Great changes have taken place since grade one. We took off the red scarf that we had worn for six years, and our bodies grew taller, and our immature faces gradually degenerated. Even though our appearance has changed dramatically, our hearts are still immature and our nature is still playful. Therefore, when a lot of homework, classmates' relationship, ranking on the grade list, rebellion and restlessness in adolescence flooded in, I was beaten in a hurry, and suddenly I grew up without rubbing my hands. My grades dropped sharply because I didn't listen to math classes because of my excellent grades. When I saw the shocking red numbers on my report card, I couldn't help suffering.
When I accept growing up
In the first semester, I began to adjust my rhythm, listen carefully in class and finish my homework at home. Books are no longer full of pop songs, but neat notes, and the lights in the room start to light up very late. The ranking on the hot list is getting higher and higher, and the scores on the test paper make me smile and let me know that I have my own goals when I grow up.
When you grow up, don't panic or hide, although it was unfriendly at first. But when you run in and collide with it again and again, you will eventually be integrated with it and inseparable. It will definitely make your tomorrow more exciting!
The feeling composition of the second day of junior high school 12 Missing is a gorgeous petal on a branch. When the breeze blows gently, you will jump out of the most beautiful dance. Holding a lollipop, I carefully touched the sweetest happiness with the tip of my tongue ... I can't remember when. In the photo, I smiled proudly as a greedy cat.
In my memory, the sunshine of my childhood is always so kind, and my ice cream has never melted. The flowered skirt covered with mud is always warm, and there is always a sunny smile on my red face.
In childhood, we had plenty of time, but now, when we are young, we fly away with our skirts. It seems that our time is extravagant every minute.
It turns out that a lot of time is concentrated in the evening and weekends. Whenever I want to recall my childhood, I can only rush to the store to buy a lollipop after studying at night, click it in a hurry, and then sprint all the way to the dormitory on the fourth floor.
I haven't forgotten to smile happily. I don't know where the devil took my relaxation and leisure. Suddenly I miss that wonderful childhood.
A deep yearning arises spontaneously, just like a kite suffering from the lingering of silk thread. The geese flying south still turn around frequently, and the flaming maple leaves will return to their roots and experience another world cycle. I can't help it I only miss and feel helpless about the past. I think, life needs a magnifying glass to enlarge what is lost, and then let a little happiness attract the waves of thought, and finally sublimate poetry and philosophy.
Although time has taken away the lovely appearance of the doll with lollipop, it has awakened the passionate passion of striving for progress and unremitting struggle.
Suddenly, I saw a confident smile on the corners of the mouth of the flower in the wind, and slowly plunged into the embrace of the earth with a vision for the future. I really hope that everything will be still. I want to keep my yearning and the warmth of laughter at this moment.
The swallow flew away from the north, the river bank froze, dandelion left her "mother" to find a new landing site, and I left the cradle with infinite attachment and walked out of the greenhouse built by my parents. I know I'm not a little girl holding a doll all day. I am no longer a Jiao Jiao girl who can only shout "Mom, wait". Looking at my tall figure and acne on my face, I was surprised at my growth.
Indeed, I have grown up, and some things have impressed me more and more, and I can't wash them off. There are more and more secrets in my heart, and all the joys and sorrows can only be tasted alone in the sun and in bed. I don't know when those innocent and happy days left without saying goodbye, and I don't know when the pressure of going to high school crept onto my shoulder. Indeed, I grew up and added a thick and high "wall" between me and others. I shut myself in a dark hut. I understand my parents' nagging. Sometimes I am sensitive, and sometimes I am numb. Looking at my parents' growing white hair and wrinkles, I feel that they seem to understand me, but some people don't. I feel very lonely. Indeed, I have grown up. I want to hold the dawn with my hands and let him leave me a little happiness, but I keep turning clockwise in the unknown future. My heart is often tied up by feelings of helplessness, contradiction and anxiety.
I used to like reading happy and magical fairy tales. Recently, some articles about mountains and rivers, vegetation, philosophy of life and various mystery novels have occupied a lot of my extracurricular reading time. Indeed, I have grown up. When I grow up, I become a sentimental girl. Are you really not that young when you grow up? Don't.
I read a sentence in a book: "Although the truth of life is long, there are often only a few critical moments, especially when you are young." "I want to put aside all my troubles and try to find my lost innocence and dreams.
I thought growing up meant suddenly growing taller, gradually changing voice, and those hazy and subtle melancholy.
Suddenly found that growing up is a responsibility.
I feel that I have grown up, or that recent class meeting. The head teacher smiled at us and said, "You are the biggest in this school, and you are the biggest. Therefore, as the biggest student in this school, you should know your responsibility, study harder and set a good example for the junior students. No fighting, no bullying. Don't cause me any unnecessary trouble. "
Between his lines, between his eyebrows. I think he communicated with us as an adult. Looking forward to more than ten years of' freedom' suddenly returned to my hands, and I actually had a little bit of fear.
I know the rest of the road depends on myself, and I have to work hard alone.
In the future, we don't need to practice every day and report on time, don't need to clean up so seriously, and don't need so much understanding when making mistakes.
Just because we are about to enter the third grade. We are about to grow up and face the first watershed in our lives.
I know that adults will no longer ask us to do this and that, they will only say something lightly. You make your own decisions. One choice after another will be before us.
This period is to sharpen our minds and wills and test our abilities and ideas.
We should treat exams, papers and grades more seriously in the future. What we once despised now determines our future.
Growth requires hard work, sweat and energy in exchange for an achievement and a short future.
After all, you still have to rely on yourself.
When you grow up, you must live up to expectations, forge ahead and be the best you can be.
The feeling composition of the second day of junior high school 15 There is a naughty child sitting on the slide at sunset. Her mother took him down and they laughed hand in hand. Grandpa on crutches was helped by grandma to disappear from sight; The anti-seismic poster of "United as one, United as one" posted on the advertisement column for a long time has shaken the earth hand in hand by the people of China.
The same fingers intersect and flow into the atrium, which is the same warmth. .
It feels good to hold hands.
Photographers seem to like to leave this kind of beauty in photos, from parents to children, from the elderly, from lovers to friends, or as a kind of etiquette and care ... The cool air warms the taste of summer because of holding hands.
In the crowded commercial street, my mother and I are holding hands, and love binds us together. I also think of the indescribable affection that followed her like a small tail when I was a child, which came out with my handprint.
In the winter corridor, my friends' warm palms moistened the coldness of my fingers, and my ears were noisy during recess, but my thoughts swam to a slightly warm space, and I couldn't help thinking of a sentence: In those days, we chased kites together and watched our youth friendship together in the fog, which was an eternal support.
In the silent park, I held menstruation's little brother who just turned two. My fingers brushed his tender cheek, and then my hand was aligned with his palm. My hand became a fist, and I held his little hand in my palm. Listening to his crisp laughter, I seem to have returned to that dusty childhood, far away.
Holding hands is a very common action, but it can make people open their hearts and hearts. I am used to looking for simple happiness in my life, such as holding hands, which is the simplest existence.
Standing on the beach, I heard the sound of the sea crying, but the blue sky shook hands with him to have a lonely sea, a sea full of warm love and a beautiful coastline.