Composition 2: "Days with CFan" is 700 words. A few days ago, I received an invitation from the editor of Computer Enthusiast to do a special issue to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the magazine, and specially invited an old author like me to write an article. When I came to the study, I read a cabinet of computer enthusiasts' magazines and read the articles I published in the magazines. I can remember the past vividly, and I accidentally found that my sideburns had a little white hair. ...
First impressions are always deep. Although I subscribed to Computer Enthusiast a long time ago, due to income reasons, I didn't have my own computer until my son was born in 1999, and I really started writing. However, in 2000, I published an article in Computer Enthusiast. The title of the first article is "Foxmail Tips". Because I am a beginner, I mostly publish some small articles of my own experience and skills in the "Step by Step" column presided over by Li Jihua. Later, with the improvement of my level, I gradually expanded my writing. In the golden age of home computer development, the families of computer enthusiasts are also very prosperous. Friends who have been in contact with CFan for a little longer should know the existence of Computer Master magazine. At that time, it was the golden age of DIY. Computer masters lead the trend of DIYer with their authoritative hardware articles. Of course, with the rise of the digital age, the publishing style of CFan has changed a lot, but the habit of writing articles for magazines has never been lost. Perhaps this is feelings, but also a kind of fate.
Usually in the process of using the computer, I always seek solutions to some problems. If the problem is not solved, I will feel that I have lost something until I finally realize that it is simply wonderful, so I want to share these experiences with others. This is the source of the article. Strangely, my major in college has nothing to do with computers. I study computer mainly because of my hobby. In my office, my operating system and application software are always the latest version, and my colleagues always like to ask me for help when they encounter various computer problems. There is no other reason, because I can always solve their problems in the first place. Maybe this is the so-called applied talent?
My son once asked me: Dad, you have to write a manuscript every night. When are you going to write it? I smiled and told him that I was going to write that my brain was rusty. The son of Grade Three wanted to think, nodded and seemed to understand something. ...
Composition 3: Days Together 1500 Words Love comes and goes, stop and go, will you forget me in the fleeting time?
Love pandering, lingering, countless thoughts of you lost along the way. -inscription
Always inadvertently, I will think of your face, short days have long been unforgettable, just because of your company. On the day of parting, tears poured down my face. No one could understand the sadness and disappointment, and my heart was always so uneasy.
I've always wanted to calm down and clean up the bits and pieces with you. ...
It's good to meet you for the first time
On that day, I walked into the space of literary friends, and quietly tasted the broken thoughts in the text. Inadvertently, I saw you, with a special feeling and unique like. So I walked into the space where you don't like running errands, and curiously opened the mysterious cover of your photo album. A familiar and unfamiliar face came into view, it was you, so I put you in my heart.
I still remember the first conversation with you. You ignored me and made fun of my love for you. Perhaps words have made this relationship between me and you, and they have never actively urged me to approach you. Gradually, we get to know each other and know each other.
I just want you online every night, refresh my space repeatedly, and just want to see your news. Telling our common language and sharing every moment in life, I know that we have too many similarities and likes, and it is always reluctant to say good night to you in the dark night.
Meet, miss
On a snowy day, I didn't expect that you would choose someone to pick me up. A word came true and we met for the first time in high-speed railway station. No greetings, no embarrassment, no loss. Along the way, you leaned against the window and could see the helplessness when you were carsick. You want to get off the bus several times to let you breathe fresh air, but you insist on not wanting to, and your heart hurts.
Heavy snow, I like to walk through the romance of the snow with you, hold your hand, take you into my favorite campus and go to the moonlight of my lotus pond. I just want you to come into my heart and like to tell you about those people on campus. I just hope you can feel that you belong here.
Naughty me, I still like skating so much. When I found that I liked your love, I took your hand in despair and slipped out of an unspeakable carnival. I can read your smile, it is the truest love.
Happy time is always so short that we can't eat together. I'm afraid I'll miss your bus. I'm afraid I'll leave today without tomorrow. So I didn't give up sending you to your small town, and then I went home alone with peace of mind.
Leave, give up
The regret of losing the ticket made us meet again. Different times, different places, but have the same idea. Let go of everything, I just want to see you one last time.
On a snowy day, my heart is warm. When it snows, we gather and leave. I can't hide my joy when I see your figure again. I remember taking you to climb the mountain. You leaned on my shoulder on the bus, and I felt your inner peace. This is what I want to give. Along the way, I listened to love songs and thought of you and me.
The road is long in Xiu Yuan, and the sun is setting. The mountain road is full of red sky and residual snow. With our laughter, beautiful pictures are constantly fixed in front of us. I like to carry your bag and hold your hand forever.
The hugs at the top of the mountain always spread in my mind, and your fragrance still lingers on my lips. Time flies, and I don't want to stay for you and me. I'm afraid it will go too fast. It's getting dark. I'm afraid to say goodbye to you.
I can't forget your favorite mala Tang and the fragrance of milk tea that night; I can't forget what you gave me that night. Me too? Looking back again and again, just to see you again when you leave.
When you turn around, I silently scold the acid in my heart, reluctant to love you, and my tears are wet, but I don't want you to see them. I know you will be sad and your heart will hurt.
For you, change
I'll get you back to square one. I know you like words, so I began to have the idea of giving up writing. I know you care about everything about me, so I choose not to cry; I know that you want to stay in your hometown in the future, so you are entangled in your heart; I know you don't want to leave, and you are afraid that love will lose to distance, so I forget my troubles and try to change the status quo; I know you have too many dreams in your heart, so I want to give you a hundred times happiness; I know you like being with me, so I choose not to give up. I can't lose my feelings for you and me, so I remember the days we walked together again and again and choose to cherish them.
I can't give you a vow of eternal love, but I can tell you that there is no lie. I can't give you a luxurious mansion, but I can build a happy home for you. I can't go to your favorite land of abundance, but I will wait for you willingly.
After you left, I checked the photos stored in my mobile phone again and again. I know you don't like it I'm sorry, I can't stop thinking about you. I know you're afraid of memories because I'm not around. I know you will feel lonely on the train, so I went to "always online". Your heart hurts, you know, I just hope you are all right.
If you are well, it will be sunny!
Composition 4: "Days Together" 400 words The days we walked together will never be forgotten. After six years of primary school, there will always be some unforgettable things. When I left my alma mater where I lived for six years, my heart was filled with emotion. When I think of the days when I supported each other with my classmates, there will always be deep nostalgia.
I still remember the happy figure of chasing each other with my friends on campus when I was a child; I still remember discussing the topic of adults with my classmates when I was older; I still remember the students studying hard in the last year. In a blink of an eye, they will leave the class group that has lived for six years in a hurry. I miss the happiness of my childhood and always hate the phrase "all good things must come to an end". Friend, do you still remember the days when you were young together? Now, I am no longer carefree as a child, but concerned about the fun of primary school.
The familiar song sounded in the tape recorder "Hand in Hand through the ups and downs of the years", and the unforgettable memory is that constant memory.
I always think of my classmates who have been together for six years and will soon go their separate ways. Do you miss those six years of happy life?
Friend, do you remember when I was a child, I always said which boy was handsome, which boy was ugly and which girl was the most popular with teachers? Now that I think about it, I feel naive and ignorant.
For six years, I always felt that my mouth was very long and I left in a hurry in the blink of an eye. Only when we are apart do we feel that time is short. Why do years leave no one behind?
Date of submission: June 2, 2005119: 32: 49.
Composition 5: The words "Days Together" 1 100 are filled with irresistible regrets. In the past days, I remembered those little details. For more than a year, loneliness has become a dark whisper, and after the vernal equinox, the pace is ready to go.
When the mood is in exile, the figure is also released. If they are close, how can their hearts be far away? Cold and humid spring will not be accused of hopelessness in the distant future. The warm current ran aground on the other side, and the cold spring wound around the green willow branches, saving a winter hope and stretching in the bright afternoon.
On this day, I walked with Chunguang in the same season, and after the four seasons were distinct, the vegetation was lush. A winter's hope has synthesized a complete spring in the buildings of apricot, snow and pear.
Xu, I met in the most prosperous world, moved in life, and embraced the joy of crying in the wilderness where flowers were in full bloom. The softness of touch is the brilliance dyed in spring. The vigorous pomegranate trees in the ancient streets are like willows on the shore, and there is no sadness in the fresh dust after rain.
I have always believed that the clarity in your eyes is the truth I have been looking for for for thousands of years. White teeth are like the moon, and the traces of youth are burning with mature charm. In this way, we have come all the way!
Time peeled off the skin, sighed, and laughed as crisp as when we first met, without pause in thinking and consideration. The warmth of watching is warmed by the belief after years of wandering, and the ancient stone steps ring the Sanskrit sound after reincarnation at a solid pace.
Say goodbye to the cool summer, welcome autumn and winter, and walk on the same road repeatedly without burnout. This is an expectation through time and space, and it is difficult to stop the dialogue with spring. At this time, the sun is shining, and even the air is full of transparent joy. Standing on the quiet Lake Furong, smelling the breath of Qing Xiang, I have no regrets!
In this life, if the dream is destined to come true in the trek, then I will deliver everything to the same sky. Look at the bright sunshine, the flowers are all flowing.
It turns out that the encounter in autumn is just a hidden foreshadowing. When you have seen enough scenery, you can dig out the hidden memories in your heart.
I am like an ascetic, looking for the truth agreed in previous lives. The dust is covered with faint smoke and soaked with dryness, which is a mirror image of the joy of this spring. In the bitter journey of coughing up blood, we should grasp the unfinished dust fate. Whether you are there or not, you can't see it, in previous lives, it is there.
I walked across Qian Shan, stumbling, dressed in rags in Tsing Yi. Tired, willing to be a solemn promise. Tired, look at the blue sky and white clouds, tired, make a bed on the ground, pick a flowing cloud as a bed. The warmth gathered in the sun resists the harassment of the cold night, and the direction of the dream is your bright eyes when you hold the lamp.
That night, I saw Gesang flowers and lavender everywhere, with bright purple and distinct white. The faint smile overflowed in the early years until autumn, and the red morning glory never fell from the fence.
A winter, so save your strength for a complete trip every year when the peach blossoms are in full bloom. From then on, the dream is no longer the loneliness of the pillow, but the tangible enrichment blooms in the warm sunshine into the dividend of last year. On this road, it carries a lifelong yearning, just for the expression when flowing in the blood, no regrets.
Over the mountains, the water turned to the economy, and the scene of meeting that year was a trace in the wind, which made a pool of spring waves.
The dust has changed, but the heart has not changed. The vertical and horizontal ravines between your brow accompany you like snow. Is this good? Seasonal changes, what if the future is uncertain? The solemnity in the dream is the unremitting efforts of Sansheng III. One day, your lotus heart is no longer the coldness of Buddha's silence for thousands of years, but recognizes me for your awakening after awakening.
In the days we spent together, I have given up all other thoughts. Can I dream? Don't break my dream. Mulberry fields in dreams, working together in the sea of suffering to create a beautiful spring!
Rain/rain in the text
Composition 6: "Days Together" 1 100 words meet by chance, and I entered your class in autumn and September; Like a dream, I quietly left your class in rainy and windy June.
In the next semester of grade four, I was really excited to see my classmates write gentle words on white rice paper with brush and ink! I seem to want to write on impulse. That year, I began to learn calligraphy. The calligraphy teacher was taught by the short teacher Zhu. He is gentle and gentle. But very kind and warm. I have studied calligraphy with Mr. Zhu for a semester, and I am really happy from crooked handwriting to being able to write decent handwriting. I am also very grateful to Teacher Zhu. I don't know if it was doomed from that time. Teacher Zhu and I have a deep relationship.
In the fifth grade, I was assigned to Class 51, and the head teacher was actually-Miss Zhu! In the first class, Teacher Zhu said, "You use sentences to describe me. What am I like? "
We began to look at the teacher carefully. The teacher is not tall, with sparse black hair, a pair of gentle eyes under thick black eyebrows, and a smile on her mouth, which is very kind. A face that has been through many vicissitudes.
No one raised their hands, and no one could say anything.
Teacher Zhu himself said, "At first glance, I am a short teacher, and some of my classmates are similar to me!" ! "
We were immediately amused and laughed. It turns out that Teacher Zhu is so humorous. Laugh hard in class.
In the later class, the teacher's vivid lectures brought us a deep impression. Teachers like to look at books from a distance with books in their hands, because teachers are far-sighted. The teacher's soft eyes are full of emotion, the softness when reading lyric articles and the excitement when reading poems and songs have deeply infected us. For example, once, after reading "Today, we graduated", the teacher's affectionate eyes were filled with disappointment, and we were deeply infected and unconsciously felt a burst of sadness. This quiet classroom lasted for a long time, and sometimes the teacher would make a joke. For example, once, Mr. Zhu felt that we were not energetic in reading and said, "Look at you, reading is the same, either lying down or holding up." "I said, chin cupped in one hand and a book in the other, reading the text in my mouth. Everyone began to laugh. After a while, Mr. Zhu was under the beach, leaning his head, reading a book and reading the text listlessly. That funny action made us laugh. Teacher Zhu also burst out laughing. Teacher Zhu taught us not only the text, but also the feelings for Teacher Zhu and the love of learning. I think this will benefit me for life in the future.
Everyone is afraid of Mr. Sun, because he will get angry when he changes his homework, doesn't listen in class and doesn't do well in the exam. On the contrary, Teacher Zhu is different. He won't suggest that we give him a nickname, nor will he suggest questioning him face to face. He always speaks softly and does things gently, as if there is nothing around him to offend him. Always affable and smiling.
After graduation, I went to Tuncun junior high school. Although the head teacher is not Mr. Zhu, my feelings for Mr. Zhu are irreplaceable. In the days when Mr. Zhu taught, I changed from a student who was afraid to raise his hand and found himself passive to a bold, humorous and cheerful student. Mr. Zhu is a turning point in my life. The days that Teacher Zhu accompanied me were happy, beautiful and precious, and I will cherish them in my heart forever.
Composition 7: "Days Together" 700-word "Days Together".
Huang guoxiong
Last year, in the golden September, we came to this school with excitement and joy. It was the arrangement of the school-but I thought it was fate that made us 87 people sit in the same classroom and become a class in Grade 7. How many things are unforgettable in the days when winter goes and spring comes!
I remember that in the first month of school, we left our warm home and the care of our parents. We were so uncomfortable with school life, but we took care of each other and tolerated each other, and gradually became brothers and sisters. We felt the warmth and friendship of our classmates.
I won't forget that it was the old class that showed meticulous care for the whole class from the first day of school-life guidance, study guidance and discipline guidance. The persuasion of the old class made the 87 people become a United and upward class collective, which made us live with peace of mind, learn self-confidence and reassure our parents. I won't forget that every time my classmates get sick or have difficulties, you will be by their side in the old class. Ah, old class! You are as respectable as our parents!
We are attracted by the humor of the Chinese teacher, moved by the kindness of the math teacher, and infected by the beautiful young English teacher, as well as the music teacher who sings well, the art teacher who paints well, and the handsome physical education teacher. We are all your big fans! Every teacher has such a distinctive personality, so conscientious to teach us, let us be led into the hall of science by teachers one by one.
I remember that at the school sports meeting, we shouted and cheered; I remember that in the chorus competition, we sang in chorus; I remember that in the tug-of-war, we Qi Xin worked together in Qixin; I remember we fought bravely in the basketball game.
Defeat-
Look, on the wall next to the blackboard in the classroom, there are awards posted there. On the wall outside the classroom, the bright flowing red flag flutters with the wind, hanging every day and every week!
Of course, we also have loneliness, sadness, bitter brain and sadness, but these are short-lived, and the main theme of youth is joy and progress!
Students, the road is still long. We believe that the certificate will be plastered all over the walls of the classroom, and the flying red flag will be hung until the day we graduate.
Looking back on the days we walked together, our hearts will always look forward to the future!
Composition 8: Get along with each other 1700 words.
Memory is a rose without flowers and will never wither. Even now, when thoughts drift to middle school, there will still be many fragments that are clear and clear, just like yesterday, broken and thin, just like stars lighting up the sky of memory.
Some people travel together in life, but they do a one-way trip, or maybe their bags are warm memories, so they won't be too lonely. In retrospect, only that middle school time was a journey together, and the past and the future were a journey of one person. Even if you fly in Dai Yue, it's infinite scenery, just because you are with you all the way. I like every Sunday afternoon, it is the most "rich" and capital moment, and it is also the most willful and rich occasion. That supermarket, when we walk into it now, will still have a special sense of intimacy. It seems that we are still standing there, echoing our laughter. Snacks, stationery, shoes and hats, from the first floor to the second floor, and then from the second floor to the first floor, although it is a small world, it is our own world, and it is still very fun again and again. What pure happiness it is to walk out of the house with your own snacks. The next stop is the secret base (a classmate's relative's home, near the school, the family goes out all the year round, the house is empty, and their family helps with cleaning, etc.), a happy world for five children. Euphemistically called: doing homework, I don't know how much time I spend chatting. Snacks as a companion, chatting far and wide, even time can not help but slow down and stop to enjoy. They are infatuated. In good times, even immortals will be jealous. Under the temptation of such a slow time, I gradually developed a good habit. I'm used to having some left over from every assignment, and then I feel at ease. How can I live up to such a wonderful scene? Small world, there is a small me.
Children, there are small days, flowing with a small fountain of happiness.
Further on, you will reach the bridge, where the bridge is. Of course, there is a sister bridge across the water not far away, where the bridge is and where the story is. I have recited the names I gave them countless times in my mind: Bridge of Stars and Bridge of Snow, where there are our stories staged by stars and snow. According to age, my sister is a bridge between stars. That night, the sun was shining, and I put on a new black dress at night. The color is so pure, without any impurities, picturesque. The wind took away the sound, and all was silent, leaving only his own breath, as if with a sweet taste. Overhead are full of blooming stars with different shades and shapes, dancing and watching birds, telling distant fairy tales. Those twinkling eyes are full of every past, waiting for us to pursue together. In my memory, only that night had the brightest stars, and only that night had the most stars. You tell me where to draw the Big Dipper. Although I didn't find it, at that moment, I understood what patterns were in your heart in the night sky. And the bridge of snow. When the moon is in the sky and the screen falls, the pure white world is a little more clever. The snow has just accumulated a thick layer. In the silvery world, we slide forward hand in hand, as if we were a door to the mysterious world. Back and forth, never tired of it, want to put the exclusive young * * *. The Star Snow Bridge we walked together is full of memories.
Under the starlight, the path connecting home and school is always a rock standing in the long river of memory, constantly extending and keeping pace with the years.
You are more punctual than the alarm clock, so that there is no word "late" in those days. Maybe everyone has had a rocket experience. After the alarm clock rang, you were forced to press it by your sleepy self, and then you slept for another five minutes, just five minutes. Then the next time you wake up, your partner shouts. Oh, no, you just woke up in a flash after the shock, at lightning speed, you
The unique genius-like wisdom rushes out of the house, either by combing your hair when you go to the toilet or dressing when you go down the stairs. It is these episodes that benefit us a lot in the days to come. I still remember that time, you changed 4: 50 to 5: 50, so three people staged a rocket scene again, so five people waited outside the locked gate of the school for nearly an hour, so five people set their own records and should be able to win the school record.
And the music that accompanied me all the way at that time, the songs that I never forget in those years. "I miss you" should be the oldest old man, time and time again, day after day, tirelessly, "I miss you, I miss you, I think about it every day, just want to see your face." After so many years, when we meet again after such a long separation, what still comes to mind are that time, that road, that night, that scene, and those who are smiling like flowers.
How I want to hold you again and walk into that supermarket; I want to enjoy the slow time in the secret base again, and I'll take the rest of my homework with me this time. How I want to see the starry night sky again and find the patterns hidden in my heart; How I want to see the footprints we left in the snow again and listen to the pure laughter echoing in the night sky; How I want to ride my bike again and take the path under the stars. Shall we also sing "I miss you"? Let's go to the Little Square by the river to see the old man, say hello, and look at the old dim lights in the house, even at 4: 50.
The scenery at that time was still beautiful.
At that time, we were still pure.
I met you then. That's great.
It was enough to have you then.
-Walk together.
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Composition 9: "Days together ..." 400 words early in the morning, I squatted at the table. A ray of soft sunshine and my eyes are projected on graduation photo ... Jingjing, do you still remember the days we walked together? (Wang Shucun. . mcqyy..)
Your laughter, pain, mutual encouragement and comfort have long been sealed in the box of time. A ray of sunshine picks up again: play together, study together, bury dreams together, refuel together and start the journey together. How can you and I forget the days we walked together?
I haven't forgotten that you took my hand and walked on the path, leaving our footprints on the grass and our long shadows in the sunset. You and I help each other in life. Comfort and encourage each other after failure; In the study, you and I fight side by side, you chase after me, and having you around makes me feel a little warmer.
Because of you, my journey is not lonely.
I don't know why I often think of you when I am lonely. Let me look up at the sky and feel your distant blessing. I often think of you when I am lost and recall your encouragement to me. I shed tears quietly in the silent night. I hope that time will freeze when it dies in our world, so that we can live forever.
The days we have passed together are brighter and warmer than the winter sunshine, which warms you and me in every way. ...
There is also this photo on the table, which reminds me of endless thoughts and the days when you accompanied me!
Time flies, looking back, bits and pieces emerge one by one. Family, friendship, thank them for walking with me. ? The kindness of parents, like fire, will never go out. On a gloomy day, it was you who took me to climb Dongyue, and the street was bustling, and I realized that "as soon as I climbed to the top of the mountain, all the other mountains looked short in the sky." . Let me find myself and hope again. On the day of defeat, you gave me a picture scroll. Beautiful butterflies danced under the sun, and the fragrance of self-confidence filled my whole body again, helping me to repair my broken wings and let me fly confidently in the blue sky. The day before the exam, it was you, running around in the noisy market, indulging in daily recipes, which made me feel very comfortable before the exam. It's my family who accompanied me through difficulties and hardships. You gave me life and happiness all my life. ? Pure friendship, like the bright moon, illuminates the night. ? I have never forgotten that on the day of military training, you didn't dislike my clumsiness and incompetence. For me, on the days when others have a rest, practice with me, teach me to stand in the military posture and help me dry my tears. I can't succeed without your help. I have never forgotten those famous notes "I believe that wild lilies also have spring" and "If you lose one, you will get another", and I have never forgotten the laughter at the party. You caught a glimpse of me in my life. May friendship last forever. ? The Bible says, "What do you care about people?" All kinds of sentient beings deserve my concern. With your company, I am no longer lonely in Wang Yang. Let me take your hope, sail to the other side of success and enjoy the attractive roses. May you be happy and healthy!
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