A friend once gave me a collection of Oscar Wilde's fairy tales, and I read it for a long time, over and over again. The story of a shepherd boy becoming a king still haunts me today. The three gray-black dreams in the story exude the endless pain of the middle and lower working people in feudal society. Wilde deserves to be a great man. He expressed his sadness in a melancholy style that no one could understand. Why is the story written by Wilde so true, vivid, perfect and desolate? At that time, I didn't know. How does a "gentleman" of British upper class know so much? I don't know.
I have the answer. Wilde was once a noble "gentleman". Like other young people, he is immersed in countless party wines and imported marble every day, and he often plays with pen and ink, but he writes only vulgar things-pale articles decorated with gorgeous appearance and rhetoric. At the prime of his life, he was jailed for being involved in the case, and all his former friends changed their faces and turned against him. Only then can I understand the passing of true feelings and the coldness of the world. During his years in prison, he came into contact with the lower class and learned many facts and stories of the lower class. He is ashamed of his past.
Many cruel things have happened in prison, too. When Wilde recalled, he wrote: A guard saw an old woman in pity and gave her some food. As a result, he was severely criticized and fired.
This period of time is undoubtedly his most unforgettable memory and has a great influence on his future. Later, with his understanding of society and solid foundation, he became a great writer.
In another biology class, the teacher introduced us: "A butterfly must break its cocoon by its own strength, because it will exercise its wings and make it fly better ..." I think: Wilde's life in prison, like the difficulties suffered by a butterfly, tempered his will, gave him wings of thought and let him fly freely in writing.
Wings need the fusion of flesh and blood, but they also need the polishing of suffering.
What are the two treasures of 500 words in seventh grade composition? For me, treasures are not gold and silver jewelry, but ...
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In the morning, I was in the breakfast shop, full of people. Waiters scrambled to bring breakfast to the guest's table. An old man in his seventies sat in the most inconspicuous corner, waiting for his breakfast. Finally, a young waiter came in a hurry with the old man's breakfast. He put the food on the plate. Finally, when he sent a cup of soybean milk to the old man's table, he accidentally spilled a little. The old man shook his hand in pain and the waiter panicked. The old man smiled and said, "Never mind, take your time."
I think tolerance and understanding between people is a kind of wealth!
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In the afternoon, the class begins. The Chinese teacher walked into the classroom and saw the graffiti on the blackboard at a glance. The teacher looked "murderous" and roared: "Who made the blackboard like this! Who did it! Stand up! " A male student in the corner stood up, bowed his head and blushed, and said in a voice so small that he could hardly hear, "I'm sorry, I did it." I know I was wrong. "
I think it is also a kind of wealth to take responsibility for mistakes!
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In the afternoon, it rains. The rain is surprisingly heavy. I don't have an umbrella. I'm going to attend a training class this afternoon. My friend has a small raincoat, so we go together. Rushing out of the teaching building, the small raincoat is raining. The two of us rushed to the school gate, and my good friend watched me get on the train and leave. At this time, I was surprised to find that my body was hardly wet.
I think the mutual help between people is a kind of wealth!
The real treasure is not gold and silver jewelry, but the noble quality of people. Real treasures are everywhere.
Facing Xiushan Lishui, the poet can't help singing the word "never tired of watching" as the leading sentence of the whole word, expressing admiration, and still "never tired of watching", which shows his deep affection.
So is Xiushan Lishui in my eyes. The so-called "Xiushan Lishui, a blessed place for health" is the reason why I think so. In my opinion, Lishui is the clearest water in the world. Some time ago, the Lishui government was vigorously promoting the activities of "five waters governing together, saving water and controlling water", so the sewage in Lishui was treated and the environment was protected, so Lishui can also be called "Xiushan Lishui".
But this is only the scenic beauty of Lishui, and the real beauty of Lishui is the beauty of human feelings.
Lishui people are United and selfless. For example, the two brothers, the "most beautiful water man", have taken care of the elderly for 25 years without asking for anything in return. Twenty-five years is only a small number, but how did they spend these twenty-five years? Their own lives are not rich, and it is not easy to take care of an old man who is not related to them. No wonder they can be called "the most beautiful water people". There is also Yang Shuchang, a one-armed teacher in Lishui Primary School who is known as the "most beautiful Zhejiang native". He stuck to the front line of teaching in remote mountain villages for 33 years, devoted himself to teaching, enlightened himself, and practiced the virtue of people's teachers' love and dedication with his own practical actions.
There is also a girl 17 years old who saved two people in the fire and was called "the most beautiful water girl". This girl is so brave. She is only seventeen years old and has the idea of saving lives. The fire was so dangerous and heartless, but she dared to save people from it, which made me give her a thumbs up and deeply admire her. If that girl were me at that time, I don't think I can do it, because I don't have her strong courage. When I saw the raging fire, my legs went weak. How dare I go in again to save people?
This is the Xiushan Lishui in my eyes, which contains both the beauty of scenery and humanistic feelings. In my eyes, she is so beautiful that I sigh like those poets, and it is easy to see the deep love.
We have lived under the same roof since you were born. Because of you, my childhood was never lonely, because of you, my childhood was very interesting; Because of you, I learned a lot in my childhood, such as tolerance.
As long as I can remember, I have often fought with my brother. As for the cause of the fight, it is conceivable that it is a trivial matter. But I remember that thing best. After school, I skipped home to see him-my dear brother wanted to play with him, but he was slow and still chasing the puppy. It's funny, he has a smile on his face and says, don't run! I'm going to catch you, big devil. I saw him having a good time, so I took my schoolbag and went to the house to do my homework.
After finishing my homework, I saw my brother holding a dinosaur toy in one hand and a police car in the other, saying that the bad dinosaur should give up quickly, or don't blame me for being rude! Just then, my brother saw me: "Sister, let's play together." So the two of us started playing. Playing and playing, somehow, we quarreled. Just when we were about to quarrel, my mother came to teach me a lesson: "Xiaoxiao, you and your brother are both at fault, apologize to each other, reflect on each other, live under the same roof and learn to tolerate each other." At this time, I calmed down, just when I wanted to apologize to my brother. "I'm sorry," said the younger brother. I am ashamed to see my brother know how to tolerate.
From this incident, I learned tolerance, and since then, my brother and I have rarely fought.
Under the same roof, my brother inspired me a lot and let us all learn a lot of knowledge. We should learn to tolerate each other under the same roof.
What is the difference between dependency and dependency?
Someone once told a story that an old man put an ape that had been kept for 10 years back into a deep valley, but the ape starved to death in the deep valley.
Is it that the environment in this deep valley is bad and nothing grows? No, on the contrary, this deep valley is full of trees and flowers.
The reason is nothing but that this ape is living beyond its means under the care of the old man. It was that carefree ape that spent 10 years doing nothing, and finally starved to death in a deep valley after losing its basic viability. This is dependence.
Then what is dependence?
Just like Dapeng in Zhuangzi, although every time it migrates to Nanming, it depends on the strong wind generated by seawater movement, but it can be easily reached. It seems that it depends on strong winds to survive, but who says Dapeng can't live without wind? Without strong winds, Dapeng can still soar in Wan Li. Without strong winds, Dapeng can still soar. It depends on the wind, not the wind.
Imagine, if the ape used his own ability to get the food given by the old man, how could it starve to death?
In the final analysis, the biggest difference between dependence and dependence is that the former enhances its own ability by means of external forces, such as Dapeng, which enhances its own flying ability by means of strong winds, and it has not given up its flying ability. The latter replaces its own ability with external force, and the ape replaces its own ability to fight for food with the feeding of the old man. One is reinforcement and the other is substitution, which is the biggest difference between dependence and dependence.
Therefore, we can rely on others, but we must never rely on others. We should use the power of others to improve ourselves, not to replace ourselves.
Seven-grade composition 500 words 6 Mr. Lu You once wrote a poem: "What you get on paper is always shallow, and you don't know what you get." I have a deep understanding of this poem.
Since I entered junior high school, my study life has suddenly become a lot tense. Chinese, math, English and politics have overwhelmed me, but I was lazy in the second day of junior high school and dug a big hole for myself: I never did my homework and didn't think, and I never stopped learning in the face of the truth that mathematicians gained through practice.
Therefore, my father portrayed me in his mind: a playful, studious and unmotivated middle school student. And I want to change this fact, this bad image for me.
So, I began to read more extracurricular books. However, by chance, I met a group of friends from different schools in junior high school. I went to investigate some things with them, that is, I got some theories from my own practice. In the process of working with them, I realized that people nowadays don't trust strangers, even a junior high school student can't trust them. At the same time, I once borrowed an uncle's mobile phone at the subway station and experienced a cold world. I could do nothing but study and get ahead.
After this incident, I began to study the theorems collected in physics classes and chemistry books through experiments. So, I learned the mystery of this course from some physical experiments and the matters needing attention from some chemical experiments. I am making progress day by day, and I am more and more eager for knowledge.
As a result, my image in my father's mind became a studious middle school student. In my opinion, reading is important, but when necessary, we should go out of school to practice, explore and learn.
What you get on paper is always superficial. I love reading, and I love practice and exploration!
On July 18, my sister Zhou Rong and I went to Tianchi in Tianshan Mountain. After many twists and turns, we took buses and battery cars and finally came to the foot of Tianshan Mountain. We walked up the plank road. Along the way, the sun is shining, the trees are shaded, and dozens of unknown wild flowers are blooming, purple, yellow, blue, red and orange. ...
A breeze blew, and the flowers swayed from side to side as if waving to you. See people dazzled, be elated. Finally, I came to Tianchi. Although it is not as hot as the scorching sun, I still feel a coolness coming, and suddenly I feel that the surrounding area has dropped several degrees. Coupled with the surrounding green trees, the water level of a large pool is like a mirror. Even if the wind blows, it still doesn't make waves. Those pools look unremarkable, but in fact there are many articles in them. When you walk to the edge of the pool and look down, you can see that the water on the shore gradually turns from white to blue, getting deeper and deeper, making people feel like a bottomless pit. No matter what you do, you can't find the bottom of it. Looking around again, mountains rise like old people, elephants and camels. Qifeng is listed in many forms. Seeing the road ahead, we walked forward against the pool and the breeze. I walked and took pictures, stroking the hard stone wall with my hand, and I could feel the pain behind me. We passed a very interesting bridge, which was engraved with the inscription "Safe Mother" below. We all laughed when we remembered that this was the queen mother's bath.
As we walked along, I looked up and saw a snowy mountain, that is Tianshan Mountain. The snow on the top of the mountain is white all the year round. If it weren't for that trace of blue, the white snow on the top of the mountain would blend with the white clouds in the sky, but unfortunately it could not be seen. When we went back to the hotel, we still couldn't forget Tianshan Mountain, so I suggest that you go to Xinjiang in the future and be sure to go to Tianchi Lake in Tianshan Mountain. That's so beautiful!
Seventh grade composition, 500 words, 8 static and good.
Quiet and serene beauty.
I closed the page slightly, holding these two words in a trance. What a subtle happiness this is. After the aftertaste, my lips and teeth were slightly stained with Du Like Ruo.
I don't need elaborate sad dialogue, and I don't need a sharp story of coincidence. I just need a very quiet and long time, warm and mellow as the warm sun in winter, and spend this floating life leisurely.
Just like that year, when we were young, we leaned against the window and watched the light and shadow in the afternoon drunk the air. One or two friends are the opposite. We don't want Daiyu to be sad about the autumn window. We just have to play guzheng and drum instruments, occasionally whisper on small notes when chatting, and make tea leisurely in a long chat. Maybe they bicker and laugh, and I just pluck the strings, not seeking the splendor of Feng Huang Yu Fei, the profundity of mountains and rivers, or the sadness of the autumn moon in Han Palace. As long as the shadow of the apricot blossom is bright and beautiful, I will only tune Wen Ya from "Fishing Boat Singing Late"-we will slowly carve this quiet year into the strings.
Just like in those days, when we were innocent, we walked among the flowers, and the evening was cool and the sunset hung obliquely on the horizon. We don't need Cao Cao to feel many heroic sentiments. Even when we were young, we just lay in clover, watching the flowers bloom and fall, letting lilacs hold scattered petals between our fingers and letting grass clippings add vitality to our hair. The fragrance of flowers is always printed in the afterglow, turning the smoke on earth into purple brocade. No cherry blossoms, no iris, no resentment, as long as jasmine is in the right corner, as long as hibiscus stands upright in the wind, as long as the sunset glow is small and subtle-quietly print this quiet year into your eyes.
Just like that year, we stood leisurely in the mountains, the gentle temperature in the morning sublimated to the sky, and the drizzle fell slightly. I don't need Tao Yuanming's cold and quiet chrysanthemum-picking fence. As long as one party is a few yards short, a flower is folded and a cup of tea is served, a clear spring mountain stream will generally turn into dust in front of me, and a wisp of lingering fragrance will curl up beside me and become a thing of the past. Then I can sing those exquisite long and short sentences loudly, waiting for the sky to separate and blow away the flowing clouds-we should carefully extend this quiet year into painters.
This may be happiness. Even if Fahua changed her hairstyle, the sea moved to Sangyuan-
The years are cool, and people are well.
My surname is Lu, and I am a member of the Discipline Inspection Commission in Class 8 (9). The man who fought alongside me is the monitor of our class. Listen to me slowly tell his "glorious deeds".
My monitor and I transferred to Class 8 (9) in the same year. At that time, we were all nobody. As soon as I transferred to Class 8 (9), I was under the jurisdiction of a big sister. At that time, we didn't dare to offend the monitor's elder sister, so we had to bow to her. I don't know why, maybe people in my class lost their heads and chose me as the "physics class representative". The monitor spent half a spring and autumn in an ordinary way.
In March of the following year, we reported to the old class again. Walking into the classroom, we talked about "New Year". Finally, we were relieved to see our monitor's sister. A week has passed, but the monitor's sister still hasn't seen us. If the old class wants to hold another happy event, the current monitor will be promoted to acting monitor. The monitor's real name is Xiao. Let's call him Xiao. When Xiao was the monitor, he experienced the baptism of rain, snow and strong wind. However, it turned him into a man with lofty ideals and laid the foundation for the future.
When the old class came back and saw the scene in the class, I couldn't help but sigh and admire: chaos, chaos. Hearing this, Xiaomou shook his head and replied: We will try our best! The position of acting monitor lasted until the end. The old class finally began to select "court officials". Xiaomou screamed: Good! All right! I can be free!
Finally, because Xiao's management system has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, we can't avoid the position of monitor. He hates it: I'm dying! Therefore, Xiaomou took office and served as the squad leader. I was personally promoted by the old class as a member of the Commission for Discipline Inspection. They became friends because of their extensive political connections. From then on, we fought side by side to control the "turbulence" in the class.
There are five famous seventh-grade composition classes: Jia is smart and likes to brag; Zeng Meimei, who has been dressing herself up; Mary, who always likes to kiss others' ass; There is also a swing that the wind blows down-Chen Geng; Xiao Qiang is a famous clever man in his class. ...
One day, the teacher arranged a discussion homework problem and asked five people to cooperate. The teacher divided the five of them into a group, with Xiao Qiang as the group leader. After a long time, Xiao Qiang began to worry about you when he saw that all the other groups' homework was finished.
Jia Congming swaggered onto the platform, with one foot on the table, his right hand on his waist and his chin in his left hand, and proudly said, "This, this question! I figured it out years ago, ha! With you, you can think of it? "
Xiao Qiang angrily stepped onto the platform, pointed to Jia's smart nose and said, "If-you can figure something out! The cock will lay eggs and the hen will crow. "
See Xiao Qiang this aggressive, Chen Geng ran to hold Xiao Qiang's shoulder, hiding behind Xiao Qiang: "You ... you ... find a way out! Our team leader is an invincible Xiao Qiang! "
Jia Congming was filled with indignation, and his five senses were huddled up. He patted the table several times: "I can think of a way, how about it!" " Jia Congming stared at Xiao Qiang.
Seeing that the situation was not good, I rushed over and grabbed Jia Lingling's hand: "Jia Ge, you are the most handsome and wonderful in my mind, and I support you!"
Zeng Meimei walked to Jia Congming with her little flower skirt: "Jia Ge, you have to get up!" " "
Jia clever proudly stretched out his tongue and made a face. He went over and looked at Xiao Qiang with his hips twisted: "Hum-see what you can do to me! Ha ha ha ha ... "