The blue of youth is rendered on white paper full of melancholy. A drop of ink, a scent, a little fantasy power. I stand on a piece of blue, looking at the long-awaited distance …
Under the camphor tree, only you are lonely. Are you used to loneliness? I don't know ... There are flowers in the air that have been run over by years, and there is a strange light shining between my nose. Banbarge's shadow is projected obliquely on the ground. Your long eyelashes also allude to your cheeks. The breeze messed up the shadows of the trees and my throbbing heart …
You fell asleep. Good … I can look at you quietly, without being coy. Oblique bangs have slipped quietly and covered those smiling eyes. Did you sleep soundly because you found your dream and initial direction? I lowered my eyelids and prayed silently to heaven …
There is a clover between my fingers, and the ink on the white card below still exists. In a word, "clover dream, four-leaf clover paradise", my face lit up in an instant. Who ever said that you can see the essence through phenomena? Only that sentence, I seem to see the literary style in your bones. It could have been so beautiful …
The setting sun has gone down and down, and the dazzling sunset glow is swaying and blushing your cheeks. On the green grass, you still lie like that, but where did your thoughts drift? The leaves rustled and woke up suddenly. I left quietly, afraid to see you wake up, because when I stare at you, you will see my love …
I didn't see your smiling face when you woke up and your mumbling. The wind blew them away, or blew them far beyond my reach. You say: the dream of clover blooms only for you. These, I don't know. ...
Another summer has come, who will wait for you under the camphor tree? The sun shines all over the city, illuminating gloomy places. The wind plucked the strings and played a song.
Youth flies, leaving the most beautiful prosperity.
Composition 2 ups and downs, sooner or later; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I experienced a six-year career in primary school. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have impressed me deeply. Now that we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, a feeling of attachment arises spontaneously.
Goodbye, dear teacher! It is you who have turned us from ignorant children into mature teenagers now; It is you who led us into the ocean of knowledge; It is you who lead us from the starting point of life and strive to the end. Every success is inseparable from your careful teaching; After every failure, you will always get your inspiration. Nowadays, the "race" in primary schools has entered the final sprint stage. At this graduation moment, let me say to you again: "thank you, teacher!" " Thank you for your education in the past six years! "
Goodbye, dear students! Half of the past time was spent by you and me. You make me no longer lonely, lonely and friendless. In these unforgettable days, we studied together, played together and walked through the study life of primary school together. In these six years, I have established a profound friendship with you, and it is this hand of friendship that connects your heart with mine. Whenever I encounter difficulties, you always guide me, no matter how many times, you will never get tired of it. Maybe we had an argument, but at this parting moment, let's put all the unpleasantness behind us and say goodbye to our classmates again!
Goodbye, alma mater! Thank you for giving me that wonderful five years! What I see here is: beauty, harmony, nature and unity. ...
Youth is the madness of several people together, laughing together, crying together and quarreling together. If the ideal can be realized, I hope our youth will go on like this.
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Although life has made us go through n times of parting, some people have nothing in common after parting ways, but some people have left eternity in their lives.
We graduated, primary school students got married, junior high school students became parents, and senior high school students were entangled in marriage in love. But we are worried about work, rent and salary.
We are also eager for a romantic love, but we are also afraid of choosing the wrong Mr. Right. Our wish is to choose a city and work together for life.
We are all single, always single. Although we have envied friends who love each other, sisters are also happy.
I always thought so. After graduation, we will go to a busy and quiet city and find a simple and stable job, which will give us free time and space.
There are two or three of us, three or four of us, two rooms and one living room, in that simple building-our only home. Before waiting for the other half of life, we should spend a wonderful youth happily.
One of our substances, all kinds of high-quality clothes and shoes bags; One of us is pure, and everything is a lovely little princess; One of us is different, all kinds of retro.
We worship money, but we won't betray ourselves and our friends for money. We are material, but we consume within our own economic scope; We are very picky, but we just want to make our lives better.
We are in the same city, different companies, different floors, and get off work. We take different buses at the same time, but we yearn for the same direction and go home.
One of us buys food, the other cooks, and the other is always lazy. One of us learns to make cakes, one can make sushi, and the other eats fruit salad, but we study various beauty and weight loss recipes together.
We watch movies together, eat popcorn together, drink cola together, eat fried chicken wings together, move together and cry together. Go shopping together and choose your own style. I bought a lot of clothes, but I seldom wear my worn-out clothes.
We went to different cities, different villages and felt different customs. We shoot different scenery, different postures and different streets. Different snacks are as delicious as the locals shouting. Different soil and water make different handsome guys, but they are just as handsome. We still strike up a conversation in the same way.
We set out with excitement, but set foot on the return train with sadness. Looking at the scenery along the way outside the window, we bid farewell to our most beautiful scenery. We published the feelings and gains of our space trip, and finally we didn't go to never say goodbye.
We're still together. Let's go and go back together. Life goes on.
We occasionally turn on a small stove and have a drink. When others are worried about family and children, we are talking about our male friends, their shrewdness and clumsiness, and whether they are still trying to get close to us; We are gossiping about the private lives of executives in our respective companies; We are talking about the relationship between colleagues. We have our own opinions about what we like or dislike.
We quarreled because of different opinions, and we also had anger and sadness. We always have one person to vent their dissatisfaction loudly, one person to suffer grievances silently, and one person who doesn't care about anything.
We walk in the park of the city, we lie by the lake of the park together, we watch the moon and count the stars together, we fantasize about our future partner together, and we ask each other who we will marry, how many children we will have, what kind of life and conditions we will have in the future. But none of us have an answer.
We have no secrets, but we also have a little privacy. We are dating male friends without telling each other. When one of us knows, we will ask a series of questions, and we will blush because of a little lie. But we can all understand each other's feelings.
We don't believe that boyfriends and girlfriends can't have too much space to get along with each other, but we have had concerns in our hearts.
We have rejected many people, not because the other person is not ideal, but because we hope that romantic love is true love, and at the same time we want to test how long the other person can persist for us, but we hate the guy who is stalking.
In the dead of night, facing the ceiling, we tried to describe our ideal object, tell the people we liked, ask ourselves if there were any feelings in our hearts at this time, sigh that our hearts were hurt and shed tears. We have been wronged.
We spit on each other, but we fought the enemy together.
When people call us leftover women, we will proudly say that it is because we are too good and waiting for someone better than you. We just want to spend our youth wonderfully before marriage.
It has not rained since the beginning of spring, which is really puzzling. That night, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder, and the gloomy sky was mixed with a little coolness, and the wind and rain were coming.
The flowers on the balcony are pale and dusty. I'm looking forward to a baptism to wash the dust off my body. However, the rain has been delayed. Therefore, I miss the thunderstorm and rain in my hometown. The sound of rain, like the sound of gongs and drums on the stage, woke up the whole earth from small to large, from far to near. It's like a spring bud growing from the earth in anger ... the mood of looking forward to rain is like the rain that can't fall for a long time in a gloomy sky.
At this time, a group of white pigeons raised in the park looked a little impatient. When it landed on the lake, I really didn't want to fly at once, as if I was tired of this heartless and dry sky. However, in the fish pond in the village in the city, there are several swans flapping their wings in the bottom water, raising their long red mouths and shouting weakly. I don't know whether to blame God's ruthlessness or to call God down. However, in the face of this world, swans seem helpless. With their heads down, they trudged ashore and stopped under trees, slowly combing their white feathers with their mouths, or shaking their bodies or flapping their wings, hiding their long red mouths in their wings and quietly closing their small eyes, as if they never wanted to see this heartless world again.
Accompanied by deafening thunder, I looked up at the dusty leaves on the balcony. Suddenly, an eagle flew from a distance, as if with roaring and powerful wings, soaring straight up, as if accusing the heavy God. Then, I heard its powerful "whoops", like a huge call, flying into the long and gloomy sky against the strong wind and fallen leaves. ...
Ah! At the moment, dusty leaves are still flying around. It hasn't rained yet ...
There is a beautiful small garden on the roof of my house, which is full of flowers, fruit trees and vegetables, and a small fish pond is built next to it. This garden is full of vitality everywhere.
When I entered the garden, the first thing that caught my eye was the vegetables grown by my mother-in-law in the east. Because the vegetables outside are now treated with pesticides, which is harmful to human body, so my mother-in-law grows her own vegetables, and even the bugs are caught by her mother-in-law. There are loofah, wax gourd, pumpkin and small tomato. The vines of loofah surround the shelves we set up in advance, and extend upwards in circles, like athletes climbing upwards. Luffa leaves are green, and the newly knotted towel gourd is fat and big, like a cute fat doll.
The leaves of wax gourd are very big, and the vines are covered with furry "small thorns" to protect the small wax gourd. The leaves of pumpkin are similar to those of wax gourd, but larger. Many trees and flowers are planted in the south. Trees include Huangguoshu, pomelo, wintersweet tree and osmanthus. They were tall, with thick and straight trunks, and stood there like sentries. There are jasmine, bougainvillea and orchids. The faint jasmine flowers exude a faint fragrance, like a group of graceful fairies playing. Purple bougainvillea looks strange, only three petals are connected together, like a small triangle, so it is called bougainvillea; There are orchids with long and sharp leaves, which guard the central flowers like handfuls of swords, and the flowers are yellow and yellow, dancing like beautiful butterflies in flowerpots.
Looking further north, there is a small fish pond. There is a big rockery in the middle of the fish pond, which is covered with green moss and many small plants. Below the rockery, many lovely little fish swim happily, some are playing hide-and-seek and some are running in the competition. On the right side of the fish pond is a small pavilion. Below the pavilion is a square stone table surrounded by stone benches, which can be used to enjoy the cool and enjoy the flowers and trees. This is a good place to rest. There is a grape stand above the pavilion. In summer, it is full of big and purple grapes. Eating one is sweet for the heart.
This small garden is not only fresh in air, but also full of vitality everywhere. I like small gardens.
Composition 6 Walking in is like walking on a winding mountain road. There are bridges, running water and crowds along the way. Along the way, you can see flowers, fruits and branches, as well as fish in the flowing water of small bridges. Along the way, I met a slate, a stone sill, or a flat lawn, a clean corridor, or sitting or lying down, and my thoughts and feelings were naturally changeable. Why did I laugh and cry sometimes? Set it free and follow your heart.
Walking in is like walking into a winding Huaxi path, with a leisurely and elegant time. For example, the fragrance of green tea, a wisp of heart sound, a true feeling, a fragrance, a mellow and elegant taste are all silent tastes.
Walking in is like reading a big book. Her profundity and beauty attracted many prose lovers to the stage. Here, I seem to have heard the swan song of "The River of No Return" circulated through the ages, and I have seen the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River like a galaxy, apricot blossoms and spring rain, and the endless vastness of the wind and grass ... when a leisurely letter tour rings from my ear, when the drums and gongs of Yan' an ring, when the sad Shaanxi opera roars.
Walking in it is like wandering between picturesque mountains and rivers, which leads to the sigh of looking up at the peak and relaxing; Facing the vast Dongting, there will be a mind and mind of "worrying about the world first"; Facing the night, I gladly entered the house, and I poetically wrote the quatrain "The courtyard is as empty as water". Here you can realize that the three thatched cottages many years ago were immortal because of Du Fu. A maple bridge, famous for Zhang; The bridge across the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is not old, but it has smart power.
Dunhuang, where dust is buried under the yellow sand, is borderless because of its walkers; The West Lake broke the bridge and was brilliant because of the White Soviet Union. Baidicheng entrusted orphans, making people cry; The clarity of Taohuatan shines on Li Bai's free and easy. A generation of loyal people hold sticks, seven voyages to the west show the country's glory, the tomb of Wu is on the west side of the moon, and Suzhou gardens are unparalleled. Nature is thicker because of human nature.
Looking at the whole world outside China, the world's scenic spots come into view, with Cambridge water waves dyed green and the Paris Tower shining. Enjoy while walking and enjoy while singing. The beautiful scenery of nature is combined with ingenious poetry. After years of accumulation and lingering fragrance, history, nature and humanity are also integrated into one, materialized into flying beads and splashing jade, and cultivated people's temperament and mind.
Walking into Wan Li Road is like reading thousands of books. In reading, there will be eyes that discover beauty and capture the beauty of a place. Reading a good book is like talking to a wise man. Its profound philosophical thoughts are impressive. Similarly, the beautiful prose wandering in the natural scenery will also be guided by the author's clever words to browse the mountains and rivers and read the flowing water; Emancipate your mind, sing, and cultivate your own aesthetic taste and literary accomplishment.
As long as I have free time, I can't wait to click login and read prose works carefully. Gradually, a group of female prose writers became active in the school, which attracted my attention. In their prose works, women's personality, women's thoughts, women's eyes, women's emotions, women's melancholy, women's pursuit and women's yearning have all been poured in. If these female prose writers are separated separately, they all have their own unique features, characteristics and highlights. If we look at them as a whole, we can see from the title, conception, ideological connotation of their prose, as well as their understanding of life and emotional narration that women all have the commonality of tenderness, delicacy, brilliance and beauty. One of the most striking is the tenderness generated in their prose works. Whether it is romance, love or homesickness, family affection constitutes the main theme of their prose works. After reading their prose works carefully, you can think of the little things we get along with women in our daily life. Love of beauty is a woman's patent, where there are women, there is beauty, and women are the condensation and display of beauty, the embodiment and endorsement of beauty. For example, there are 100 women in a public place, and you can see that these 100 women have 100 different styles of clothes and 100 different styles of handbags. From this simple example, we can think that women's love for beauty is to show the charm of beauty through various kinds of beauty, form a beautiful ocean, and let you feel the beauty of the world around you. With a woman here, you can get the enjoyment and gift of beauty and impress people with beauty. The beauty of structure, words and artistic conception has become a beautiful scenery in the garden.
I envy them. They are not only excellent prose writers, but also editors who enthusiastically guide enthusiastic prose writers. They read and review manuscripts in obscurity, are keen on prose creation and recommend new prose writers without asking for anything in return. This is the best embodiment of their beauty. Because of this, their popularity is very strong. As soon as their prose works were published, the click rate was tens of thousands. They have a large readership and a wide readership. Their prose style seems to represent a trend of current prose creation.
Walking in, there is a place to know and know literary friends. I think, meet by chance, and get to know each other. Meeting and understanding need communication. Communication is so calm and natural. However, calm breeds waves and nature breeds sweetness. Perhaps the common ambition leads to endless words, or perhaps the same interest makes each other feel that they have known each other for a long time. There is no love between flowers and the moon, and there is no other idea. Talking about the right and wrong in the world, laughing at the joys and sorrows of the world, endless parents' stories, endless bitterness and sweetness, no barriers, no obstacles, no taboos and no concealment. You can talk nonsense or speak freely. You can be serious or romantic. Love songs on earth are touching, and romantic comedies are full of passion. Too many common aspirations and ideas closely link each other's hearts, and a wide range of common interests and hobbies make everyone's feelings inseparable. There is no need for conspiracy or fear. There is no whispering or discussion here; Will not be the target of public criticism. As long as you have a conscience and don't lose your duty as a human being, you can take off your disguise, open your heart and even pour out your feelings without fear.
Yes, let's walk into the world of writing, let's share our destiny with the motherland, drum and shout for the people, praise the truth, goodness and beauty, lash out at the false and ugly, write about the prosperity of the motherland and the people's living and working in peace and contentment, and let a hundred flowers blossom and the four seasons fragrance, and truly become the temple of online prose creation.
No one is easy to live in this world, and everyone has tears when they live outside. Even if you suffer setbacks and hardships, don't give up easily. Even if you are hurt and your heart is hit, don't deliberately retaliate, because giving up means giving in, and revenge means you are still jealous. Life is not for confrontation, and life is not for fighting. You can figure it out and exchange feelings for feelings. Everyone knows that.
Life has joys and sorrows, gains and losses, losses and wins. No one can suffer from the suffering of their loved ones, have nothing, lose their true feelings and lose their conscience. Rough life, winning or losing is not important. It is important to have firm confidence and hard work in life. What matters is the future life, progress, gains and losses, not the key, but whether the goal can be achieved.
People are running around, interpreting their own lives, and firmly believe that paying will win a better life. Not everyone knows you, and even fewer people know you. Some people understand your tears, some people understand your smile, the world is big, some people understand, some people understand. Misunderstandings are common in complicated life. Probably an unexpected life, perhaps it often disturbs our inner life.
No one can have a smooth journey in life. Anyone on the road to success may be full of hardships and tribulations. No one's years are poetic. No one will inevitably encounter rain, snow and frost in his life, sigh when he regrets, and feel sad when he hesitates. No one can always keep the sunny mood, fail, feel sad and cry, but never give up.
The greatest misfortune in a person's life is probably not how many hardships and setbacks he has experienced, but that although he is busy all day, he doesn't know what he is best suited to do, what he likes to do best and what he needs to do most. He just hurried through his life when he was sent to meet him. In fact, to put it bluntly, life is smooth and beautiful, that is, he has handled people and things well.
Life is life, keep a good mood, keep a healthy life and live a happy life. This is the meaning of life. Life goes on every day. We are a small group in life. We encourage each other for life, for ourselves, for our relatives, friends and lovers. We love each other and depend on each other, so we find our own life value, which belongs to our life.
There is always a state of mind, an elusive sky, a concern, an unattainable happiness, and an emotion of missing day and night. Regret is sometimes a kind of beauty. As long as we are willing to wait, one day, you will see the rainbow in the elusive sky, the happiness you can't aspire to meet, and the yearning you miss day and night to meet the reality. You will find that.
In fact, there is a person in the world who is closest to you and farthest from you. There is a person in the world who is closest to you and farthest away. There is a person in the world that you remember most often and forget most easily. This person is yourself. I figured out one thing is heaven, but I can't figure it out is hell. Since you are alive, you should live well. The only person who can really liberate you can only be yourself.
Life is a leaf, green and withered. Inevitably, youth is a flower that blooms and fades. Naturally, money is a train, which goes in and out. The past is a landscape that has long been forgotten. Career is a game, there are losses and wins, and feelings are a cup of tea. Life is naturally a funnel. If you lose it, you will lose it.
Life is full of bitterness and sweetness, love is noisy and harmonious, and the mood is mixed with sadness and joy. It is an experience, and the days are sunny and round, which is natural, and the connection is sometimes absent, which is precious. People are afraid of old age and long road. They must have love, happiness, dreams and life, but they don't want to live a perfect life.
What is courage in Essay 8? Courage is that you have two pieces of candy, but you can save one for tomorrow. Courage is making up after quarreling with others; Courage is that you have a big secret but promise not to tell anyone; Courage is to correct mistakes, courage is to correct mistakes, courage is to think and do it again; Courage starts from scratch; Courage is sticking to your dreams; Courage is saying hello when necessary. Courage is giving your own interests to help others. ...
These are all courage, but I lack courage. Courage-themed writing. Let me tell you one thing that I lack courage.
I am already in junior high school. At first, I was always uncomfortable. I left my good friend and my caring teacher. I really feel bad in my heart I remember it was the first Chinese class. As soon as the bell rang, the Chinese teacher stepped onto the platform with steady steps and only heard a serious word: "class." The monitor shouted, "Stand up." Our classmates stood up in unison, just like a well-trained army: "Hello, classmate, composition of the first grade of junior high school", composition _ composition with courage as the topic. "Teacher Chen said gently good teacher. "We also shouted seriously.
I have an inexplicable fear in class. Somehow, my heart began to get scared. I dare not raise my hand to speak. Even if the answer in my heart is correct, I dare not look the teacher in the eye for fear that the teacher will ask me to answer the question. But these shouldn't be my normal movements. Normally, I should be the first person to raise my hand to answer, but today ... I'm scared. I didn't dare to raise my hand until my answer was correct. I know I lack courage, but I can't get through. I can't overcome my psychology and gain courage. What should I do? What shall we do? I'm in a hurry. I want to overcome my psychology. I want to raise my hand to speak.
More than half of these classes have passed, and I didn't raise my hand. Finally, I "gritted my teeth and bent down" and raised my right hand. Sure enough, Mr. Chen asked me to speak, and I stammered the question. Although I don't speak fluently, I can express my thoughts. I secretly praised myself: "Cheng Ying, you are really something."
I think I have felt the courage. It's like a warm current rushing through my body. I suddenly seem to have countless ideas to express. I raised my right hand at every question the teacher asked next, but half a class passed quickly. I feel like a winner after class. At least, I overcame the psychological evil influence and gained courage.
The road of life is seldom smooth and full of ups and downs. I need perseverance in the process of life. Self-confidence forces me to have more courage to overcome everything. I need a lot of courage in life. I need more courage to face various difficulties and setbacks. I believe I can overcome everything.
Full of courage, miracles will happen to you.
Composition comment: This is a composition about courage. The author made a very good transition from lacking courage to becoming a man full of courage.
In August, in the coolness, a rain knocked on the window in August.
Summer has gradually passed, and there is still a little time left. Rain, coherent into a poem, falls from the sky. Reached out and received some rain, wet mood, and stopped all kinds of emotions. Things that get heavier slowly, under the action of the sun and the moon, even the memory will give off a special taste. Between breaths, the early years were not so frivolous. I can hear the symphony of fate, sometimes sad, sometimes happy. In the earthly fireworks, I want to unfold into a swimming fish, with only seven seconds of memory, and the memory is full of joy.
Time will owe you occasionally, just like a seed planted, it will not germinate until the season. If silence is necessary in maturity, I hope you can have the ability to speak. At an age that doesn't care about right or wrong, you are freehand. Speaking of knowing how to avoid it, my heart is old.
Many vines are crawling all over the heart, branches and leaves are intertwined, and many flaws will be ignored. Those incomplete fragments were spliced into one script after another. How I want to live in this world of words, and everything I write is the best. But otherwise, the trajectory of life is still moving, and I can only love the expression between the lines.
In August, in the rain, I stole a little coolness.
The days are still sliding according to the original trajectory, but the stars are unchanged and the mood has changed. We are all living and weaving our own webs. It's all about food, clothing, housing and transportation. I planted a green landscape outside the internet, thinking that when I come back every day, I can see my figure, hear the green voice and breathe some comfortable feelings.
In August, it's coming.
We are still smiling.