The old man with gray temples has brought up generations of talented people and beautiful women. Now you are full of peaches and plums. Let us repay you with impressive results.
As a freshman, I may not know all about you. But since I was sensible, you have been my yearning. I've always wanted to be your son and win glory for you.
There is a kind of excitement echoing in the horizon, and there is an emotion sprouting under the tree. I don't want to close my eyes swallowed up by loneliness and let it find the most beautiful scenery in this garden.
Today's playground is paved with a plastic runway, but the vigorous figure is still beautiful; The brand-new teaching building is equipped with advanced multimedia, but the smiling face is still bright. No matter how time passes and things change, you still shine.
Maybe you are not the most dazzling, but you are the most hardworking; Maybe you are not the most outstanding, but you are the most speechless. You have proved that our choice is correct with facts. This is the Tsinghua in our eyes.
Bloom is gone, and the birds are gone. I will leave you one day, but I will never forget you. One day in the future, maybe I will become a scientist, maybe I will become a worker ... but I will always remember these eight words "erudite, cautious and self-disciplined" ...
Article 2: Birthday composition: Snowmelt in spring, warm bloom in spring.
These two words remind me of the beautiful scenery when spring comes and everything recovers. Red flowers, green leaves, yellow soil, white clouds, everything is so beautiful and smart, even a vicissitudes of life heart will turn into a vast mulberry field at the moment.
There was a time when my heart was shrouded in black depression. Except for my troubles, it seemed that everything in the world was insulated from me. Sadness, hatred, anger, loss, every emotion is filled with inner darkness all the time. I began to become nervous, irritable, irritable and timid; A little thing will make me furious, and a sudden explosion in my life will make me nervous.
Lost, that's all I can think of.
Right-lost!
Lost in work, lost in life, lost in family, lost in all the air, I can't find my own direction, just like a child who is always spinning in the same place, all I see and feel is the black circle.
It was not until her appearance that I seemed to find a ray of light in the darkness-my beautiful daughter.
The little beauty sleeping beside me, looking at her innocent face and feeling her gentle breath, I think my spring has finally come.
My daughter, my life!
On this day every year, no matter how busy I am, I will take time to sit, even if it is only for a while.
Today is no exception. Sitting on the balcony, squinting at the blooming chrysanthemums, letting the sun wander around.
A man himself is a contradiction, looking forward to his birthday every year but afraid of it. Hope is because I have more weight and experience, and I have more expectations and longings for life; I'm afraid I've put on some travel-stained clothes and a few wrinkles on my face. No one can change the ruthlessness of time.
When I think of my childhood, my colors are basically gray. I haven't tasted running because my legs and feet are inconvenient, and I don't know if the wind will make you fly at that moment. If you walk a little more, you will stumble for several days. That kind of pain does not come from the body itself, but from the deep heart. At that time, I was mostly in two States: one was kindness, which allowed me to accept various forms of concern from my classmates; A manifestation of evil, always disgusted with the sympathy or contempt of others. So at that time, happiness did not seem to care for me. There are two books for keeping a diary. One writes some optimistic and confident words for a job to win the appreciation of the teacher; One is really my own. In that castle that only belongs to me, the color of flowers is pale because of sadness, and the sky is bright because of sadness. I am too weak to carry a straw. The strength of appearance is only to cover up the inner inferiority, for the sake of one's own unhealthy. I never thought that my life would only be chaotic again with such a burden of inferiority. Those romantic things are usually so far away from me that I can't even catch its tail. Along the way, every moment of true feelings, every moment of touching or hesitation, can't go back.
Out of school, I have long been accustomed to a fixed lifestyle and never go to crowded places to have a look. In addition, the school where I teach is far from the mining area. Apart from those children and our teacher, we seldom see others at school. The chairman of the trade union in charge of school affairs also came to check occasionally on a whim, talked a little, and then disappeared again. On the contrary, you can listen to birds singing every day, look at the empty sky, watch the abrupt ups and downs of mountains, and watch the ups and downs of grass. Your mind is very comfortable, so you are used to being alone and using some words to express your emotions. Find happiness in the world you create.
Maybe I give less happiness to others, so the happiness I get won't double. So I never thought about changing myself again and again, smiling every day, whether I am happy or not, as long as others look comfortable. Another thing has changed. I used to walk by the side of the road, but later I walked in the middle (of course, there were fewer people and fewer cars). I don't think it's wrong myself, but it worries my family. My son and daughter, in particular, don't have to discuss it when they go to the streets. One is holding my right hand, the other is holding my left hand, and I am fixed among them. Look up at my son, then at my daughter. Their fake smiles make me feel safe and sweet. Sometimes, they deliberately rub in the middle of the road, just to enjoy the warmth and love of holding hands. I've changed a lot now. For my own safety and for my family, I don't have to worry, and I don't take the road of overlord anymore (the son said). But the bad temper hasn't changed at all. Pretend to be divorced from reality, pretend to be lofty, and pretend to be something you don't need to install.
Winter and snowy days are the moments that I have enjoyed happily for many years. As long as a grain of snow falls from the sky, my lover will take pains to tell me that I must wear flat shoes and don't go out if I have nothing to do, so as not to fall. There is really something that must be done, and he has been holding my hand to do it. Later, the children became more and more sensible. On a snowy day, I have two more pairs of hands holding my hand, and the love from the bottom of my heart melts the snow. Because love is destined to last forever, and it is also destined to last forever.
Today is my birthday. I received my family's blessing early. I thought that the first person to send me my blessing should be myself, otherwise I would not be able to walk in front of my family. I get presents every year, which are not expensive but very thoughtful. I can weigh their attachment and love to me from the gifts they gave me, and at that moment I felt how important I was in their hearts.
Looking back, everything was in the dim light. As the years passed, only the past ran aground, leaving behind beauty and copying smiles and happiness.
Sitting in the sun, facing the blooming chrysanthemums, I was drunk.
Happy birthday, mom. Haha, I bought you a small gift, which will be mailed to you in a couple of days. I also hope that everyone will not abandon it. When I earn money, I will buy you some high-end, elegant, low-key and luxurious gifts. Everything you buy now is your money. Early in the morning, I turned on my cell phone and saw a text message from my daughter at midnight 12. A warm current rippled in my heart, and when my daughter grew up, she knew that she was missing her mother, and a sense of happiness came into being. At this time, I also thought of my own mother, who gave birth to me and raised me on this day forty years ago. I thank my mother for giving me life and my parents for raising me through hard work. How hard it is to raise me. Thank you, mom and dad.
On my birthday, I remembered many stories about my birthday.
Hadron showed off to me while eating eggs. It was my birthday, and the eggs made by my mother were delicious. I licked my mouth and stared at her sweet and proud eating, and my saliva slipped into my heart. I was speechless, but my heart was very greedy ... At that time, every household was poor, and eating an egg was a luxury. In my childhood memory, eating an egg is my expectation. I have been looking forward to it all my childhood! When I got home, I asked my mother, Mom, when is my birthday? Mom asked me why. I said: Hadron's birthday, her mother cooked eggs for her. Mom answered me, I'll boil an egg for you on your birthday. I remember it was midsummer when my mother said this to me. I waited from that summer until autumn, waiting for my mother to fulfill her promise. A few days later, I ran to ask my mother. Mom, mom, there are still a few days before my birthday. I don't know how many times this sentence was repeated from summer to autumn that year. Finally one day, after asking my mother, I told Hadron happily. Hadron, hadron, my birthday is in three days. I cocked my head and proudly said to Hadron, my mother said to give me eggs, too. I break my fingers when I sleep at night. There are still three days, and finally it is my birthday. I got up early in the morning and squatted in front of the kitchen pit, waiting for my mother to fulfill her promise. After breakfast, I didn't see the eggs I had been looking forward to all summer. I was a little angry and went out to play lazily. There is still a glimmer of hope in my heart, as well as lunch and dinner. After lunch, I was still disappointed. I went out a little depressed and listless. When my mother was cooking dinner, I followed her. I didn't see her make an egg for me, nor did she say to make an egg, which made me feel cold. But because of the desire for that egg, I still got up the courage and asked my mother timidly. Mom, did you boil the eggs for me? Mom says there are no eggs this year, and I'll cook them for you next year. My tears brushed down and I walked out of the dark room. The cool autumn wind blew on my face and dried my tears. That egg was my whole childhood longing. However, throughout my childhood, I didn't eat the eggs I longed for.
This monkey is really beautiful. Buy me one. My birthday is in a few days, I told my father. He said, what's the use? This is dinner. I said with a smile, you don't know when my birthday is these years. If I like you, buy it for me. Han Jie jokingly said, Look at what you told my brother, you don't know when your birthday is. I said, he really doesn't know. Two days later, on my birthday, I thought he would buy it for me, but unexpectedly, I really didn't buy it. I am angry, not because of a monkey, but because my husband and wife have never asked me about my birthday in these years. I have reminded you many times, this time it is straightforward, or this way, angry, really angry. I left angrily to pick up the children. After I left, Sister Wang and Huang Ji told him and bought it for me.
There are some carnations on the coffee table. I'm glad my daughter bought them for me. He asked his daughter, how much? The daughter said, three yuan. He said, girl, it is better to add some money for the three of us to buy meat. My daughter and I both laughed. I think my smile was mixed with a little helplessness and bitterness. I said you only know how to eat, and my daughter said there are two meanings and two moods, but you don't understand.
It's my birthday again, and I'm used to his indifference. I often use this sentence to tell myself that all you want is bitterness, and all you want is not happiness. There were no customers, so I sat in a chair to kill time. The girl in the flower shop next door came in with a bunch of flowers and said with a smile, Happy birthday, Aunt. I'm surprised. I asked you how you knew today was my birthday. My uncle said he ordered flowers. I was shocked, some don't believe it. I said, no way. The girl said it was true. I smiled and got up with flowers, thinking about when I can learn to live and learn to be romantic, because he felt a rare happiness.
Today's birthday was spent with my husband in the village where I was born. I wonder how many birthdays will be spent here in the future. Anyway, I fought, quarreled, quarreled, and the days passed like this. I don't like the noise of the town, but I like the tranquility and evacuation of the country. I suggested living in the country, and he agreed. We came to my childhood village and started our so-called country life. Having said that, I still want to thank him for accompanying me to live this so-called quiet and peaceful natural life in the country. Although he is a rigid and stubborn person, he even knows life extremely. He also has its advantages. He doesn't smoke or drink. He is hardworking and simple, and he won't be philandering with money or not. Then I should also thank him for giving me a stable and well-fed home. Although food and clothing are the result of our joint efforts, he paid a little more than me.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. How did this day pass so much? Inadvertently, youth quietly passes away at your fingertips, but the youth that remains in your heart is always a cool breeze. Every year, the willow color in bloom is new, and Iraqis want to get old. Years have driven me into middle age, and youth has faded from my brow. Looking back, I dreamed that a quiet heart is like a quiet moon in autumn night. Cool and quiet, the moon is beautiful tonight, with a warm and romantic atmosphere. Tonight, for me, just staring at the silence, sitting in such a quiet time, watching the quiet beauty of an autumn night. In the second year, the daughter said happy birthday to her mother. Although I will be older, I will still be beautiful. Do not believe, look!
Article 5: Birthday Composition Today is my birthday! Originally, I was afraid of this birthday, because beauty is always afraid of every woman. Although I call myself "laughing at the world of mortals, the wind is light and the clouds are light", I still can't help feeling a little sad.
But what should come will come eventually, even if you have 1000 unwilling and 10000 unwilling.
Reluctantly, I finally arrived as scheduled. Then I have to face it frankly. What's more, so many familiar or unfamiliar netizens have given me so many gifts. Although it is a virtual gift, I am still surrounded by happiness, which makes me warm beyond measure and my frozen heart slowly melts.
I am still an impressionable little woman, and I have to admit it in my heart.
Through the glass window, the sky is a little fish-belly grey, the dim light has not been extinguished, and my thoughts are flying.
Mom, I want to thank you for giving me life and giving me too much maternal love. How can I repay this kindness? Dad left, but his mountain of fatherly love taught me to be strong and face life optimistically. Thank you, my dear parents!
It is getting brighter and brighter, and my heart is getting warmer and warmer. It's another sunny day! Leave my troubles behind, and I will laugh; Leave my loneliness and I will sing. I want to fly, fly to the top of white clouds, I want to pursue my dream, where there is infinite hope. My heart is flying.
Come on, friends! Let's fly together, let go of your dream and try to realize it. Our life is full of sunshine: Come on, friends, let's sing together, sing the hope of your, warm our hearts, and our life is full of sunshine.
Look, look, it's already dawn, and the sun has risen slowly, slowly. It illuminates and warms our hearts. Those who love me and those I love, let's run together, run to the sun and fly our dreams.
Article 6: I forget my birthday every time, and I won't forget it this year. There are probably not many things to be busy this year, and they are not urgent enough.
So, I can spare time, go to the supermarket, come back and cook a delicious meal, and sit down and have a big meal. When I listen to beer, my thoughts are vague and I am inexplicably happy, forgetting the cold and hard to swallow when drinking. I think, alcoholics, not hard to swallow! In order to be cheerful after drinking, to borrow wine to do things that you usually dare not do, and to make an excuse, anyway, that sentence: I am drunk, what a powerful speech!
Suzhou is cold in winter, so you don't have to go to the north. Although it is cold, it is very dry. Two comparisons, the temperature difference of four or five degrees is almost the same. The most pleasant thing is that I put my favorite movies on the computer and lie beside the bed, with a vague consciousness, which makes me giggle easily by sketches or talk shows. I think: happiness should be like this!
Buddhism has the theory of being born into the world, and as for laity, you have to stay out of it! This makes me very happy, not so tired, and I don't have to face faces I don't like.
So, I want to laugh. Laugh at yourself, laugh at life, laugh at human nature, laugh and then be silent. Silence to yourself is: a person who has walked alone for more than ten years!
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Article 7: Birthday composition Birthday composition. This paper collects and sorts out. Sometimes an article and a story can change a person's life. I hope this article about birthday composition can help you!
June 2nd is my birthday. How time flies! Thirty-three years have passed in an instant.
As my birthday approaches, I always want to write something as a souvenir for myself, but I always have no clue, I can't write, I don't know where to start with a thousand words, and my messy thoughts can't sort out the clue, so I put it on hold again and again. I secretly said to myself: "Graffiti a paragraph of text, write an impression of my birthday, and record bits and pieces, which is a special gift for myself." When I am old, I can take it out and chew it carefully, taste it slowly, and quietly experience the happiness. " So I made up my mind to start writing, not wanting to write more brilliantly, regardless of whether the content is chaotic or not, just to cherish a beautiful memory for myself.
When friends see June 2nd, they will think of Children's Day on June 1 and ask me why I was not born on Children's Day. My mother often tells me, "I wanted to give birth to you all my life, but you just refused to come out, so I had to give birth next door on Children's Day." My birthday is on June 2nd of the lunar calendar. According to my mother, the day I was born was June 2nd of the lunar calendar. The lunar calendar doesn't know how many years it takes to meet each other, so June 2 in the solar calendar is designated as the birthday. When I was a child, I didn't believe my mother's words and thought she was teasing me on purpose. Later, when I was in high school in the 66th regiment, I met a girl who was born on the same day as me. What surprised me even more was that when she talked about the origin of her birthday, it was exactly the same as what her mother said. At that moment, I finally believed what her mother said. It's been thirty-three years now, and I haven't met the leap lunar June. It seems that the date of birth is so unusual that I am destined to be different! )
I remember when I was a child, every birthday, my mother would get up early, cook two eggs in my hand, pat me on the face and say, Happy birthday! Then watch me go to school.
When I celebrate my birthday, it's the time when I don't pick up the green and yellow. In the 1970s and 1980s, unlike now, there were all kinds of fresh vegetables to eat all year round. Moreover, the climate in Xinjiang has four distinct seasons, the plant growth cycle is long, and it is harvested once a year, and sowing is much later than in the south. Every spring, my mother will always level the yard, plant all kinds of vegetables early and cover it with plastic film. On my birthday, garlic seedlings began to pull out the moss, leeks sprouted inch by inch, bean racks were covered with green beans, gourd vines were covered with fist-sized light green fruits, and pepper seedlings were covered with green peppers. Mother carefully picked these fruits, cleaned them and put them in the laundry basket. Then she went to the market to buy some fish and meat, carefully matched and reasonably combined to make delicious dishes. When I came home from school at noon, the dinner table was already filled with seven dishes and eight bowls. The smell of vegetables came to my nose and made my mouth water. I couldn't wait to put some vegetables in my mouth and chew them slowly. While eating, I boasted, "It's delicious! ..... "Now that I think about it, it's still unforgettable.
I was most looking forward to my birthday when I was a child, because only on this birthday could I eat such rich and delicious food.
With the gradual improvement of family economic conditions, my birthday dinner has become more and more rich, not only with new clothes to wear, but also with delicious food, and I can buy some favorite foods, books and trinkets with my mother's pocket money.
After entering junior high school, I have a tacit understanding with my close classmates. For people who have had birthdays, the birthday girl will prepare all kinds of sweets and two eggs of the same age, wrap them in a small bag and give them to good friends on their birthdays. Then I will receive many beautiful gifts and warm wishes from my friends. Wealthy families will also invite many students to have a small birthday party at home, get together to chat, sing, dance, get together and celebrate together to make the night look gorgeous.
It is also unforgettable to have two birthdays in college. 1994' s birthday is my first birthday since I left my hometown and my parents. I didn't deliberately tell anyone when my birthday was. On my birthday, I sat quietly on the Huaihe River embankment, watching the ships coming and going, watching the rushing river, feeling empty, sad and missing my parents and friends. After sitting for a long time, I went back to school and went directly to the classroom for evening self-study with my book in my arms. After school at half past eight, I returned to the dormitory and found the door left unlocked. The room was quiet and there was no light. It's dark. When I fumbled for the lamp, my eyes suddenly lit up and seven roommates in the dormitory jumped out. The roommate standing in the middle still has a big cake in his hand. Nineteen candles lit on it sparkled with soft orange flames, setting off seven happy smiling faces. Seven people said to me in unison, "Happy birthday!" I was stunned by this sudden surprise and at a loss. The head nurse took my skirt and said, "Make a wish and blow out the candles!" " "I just recovered, and tears of excitement, excitement and happiness rolled down my cheeks. In the misty eyes, I folded my hands and silently made three sincere wishes to the beating candlelight. My roommates sang my birthday blessing song loudly. I blew out the candles in the song. This song of blessing will remain in my memory forever, and the flickering candlelight illuminates my heart. ***2 pages, current page 1 12 (Author: searching for ice through snow)
Chapter 8: Birthday Essays Once my heart was calm, I didn't like it or feel sad, and I lived a lazy life. The change of seasons has nothing to do with me. It's cold and hot, and I'm unconscious, as if I were isolated from the world. I took a nap today. When I was free, I turned over a book, read it quietly for a while, and then looked around blankly on the balcony. Suddenly, I found that under the reinforced concrete building, several willows were dressed in green and swaying in the breeze.
Ah, when did spring come? Flowering in the trees? What is the occasion this year? A thrill in my heart.
Open the calendar, it's March in spring, the ninth day of the second lunar month, and it's daytime! Tomorrow, tomorrow is my birthday, mother's Good Friday-the 10th day of February! Alas, I numbly wasted this wonderful time, ignoring this pink and green gift, and my heart ached slightly, and the door of memory could no longer be closed.
I remember it clearly. I was probably a teenager one year, right? Just after the New Year, I began to ask my mother when my birthday was. Mom said: Look at the flowers on the tree, your birthday is coming. I looked at the apricot and cherry trees in the yard eagerly, watching them slowly show their buds and then bloom gracefully. Finally, one day my fingers were full, and I shouted happily, "Mom, the flowers are blooming, and I can celebrate my birthday." Please boil me an egg. "
Mom smiled and went to the front, searched the tree carefully, and pointed to a budding flower at the top of the branch: Look, girl, the day it opens is your birthday.
In the dim night, I heard my mother scold my father: "I take guests home every day, and the eggs laid by the chicken are not enough for the guests to eat." Yesterday, I borrowed three from my neighbor. I thought my daughter had forgotten how to cook eggs, but I remembered it today, and I felt very uncomfortable. Our daughter's birthday, even an egg can't be eaten, and we will lose money! " Mother sobbed.
After listening to my mother, I am ashamed. As the eldest daughter, I understand many hardships and difficulties of my mother. My father is a village party secretary, seldom does housework, and takes guests home once every three days. Mom is also a good face. Most of the polished rice and white flour at home are used to entertain guests. The guests had little food left over, and mother didn't want to eat a bite. All of them were given to our brothers and sisters. How hard it is to be a mother with a burden on her shoulders at home. I can't share anything with my mother, on the contrary, I make things worse for my mother.
The next day, I timidly said to my mother, Mom, I will never celebrate my birthday again.
My mother looked at me with red eyes and touched my head lovingly.
The next spring came, and I remembered my mother's words: bloom is in the tree, and your birthday is coming. I am a little expecting and a little lost. I always look at the tree intentionally or unintentionally to see if Bloom is there.
One morning, my mother mysteriously pulled me into the back room, stuffed an egg and two pieces of sugar into my hand and whispered to me, Eat, daughter, today is your birthday!
I looked at the round egg and two pink candy bars in my hand. I can't believe my eyes. I cheered happily. Then I divided the eggs into small pieces for my sister and brother to enjoy. I had to swallow two pieces of candy for myself. I slowly peeled off a piece of sugar, which was sticky and tightly attached to the candy paper. This is a candy my father bought during the Spring Festival. My mother hid two pieces and put them in a close-fitting box.
Eating sugar with my mother's body temperature, I couldn't help crying. Are you crying for maternal love? Or for your own ignorance? The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I choked and the sugar fell down my throat. I coughed in a hurry, hoping to cough up the sugar, but I didn't expect it to cough up in my stomach. A piece of candy was so sweet in my mouth that it went into my stomach at once. That regret made me regret it for many years.
I've told this story many times, and every time it's Lacrimosa who ends with a smile. Although childhood life is very hard, it is very warm. Parents' love is the best enjoyment and the most precious spiritual wealth. Whenever I am depressed, I think of my childhood and my parents. My heart is warm and I can't help laughing.
But now that I have enough to eat and drink, when did I start to be sentimental? ? Living in my own nest every day, feeling sorry for others. Did time destroy your optimism? Or put a heavy lock on yourself? Many times I wonder: What else do I need? What else are you dissatisfied with? In life, some peers died young, and some parents died young. How lucky I am compared with them! What a blessing!
I immediately changed my clothes and went out. The warm sunshine suddenly surrounded my whole body. I feel relaxed and happy in the breezy spring breeze. Go to the supermarket to see what to buy for my parents and call them tomorrow. I won't mention my birthday, not because I don't want to. I'm embarrassed to say it. Some words feel a little melodramatic.
Maybe mom forgot my birthday again. You will definitely call me in a few days and say: Daughter, mom is old, or I will forget your birthday again.
I will smile and say: Mom, I remember! When the tree blooms, it is my birthday! Parents will definitely smile at each other.
I just hope that it is enough to listen to my parents' voices and talk to them about their daily lives on this special day every year. I have nothing to ask for!