Excellent topic composition 1 Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the setting sun goes over the mountains.
When I was five years old, my mother went on a business trip. I remember that day, it was gray and raining in Mao Mao. Sunlight hides behind thick dark clouds, and it doesn't seem to want to see such a bleak scene. Father drove his mother to the railway station. On the platform, I held my mother's thigh and thought I couldn't let her go. Mom smiled helplessly: "It's good to toot toot toot. I'll bring you something delicious when I come back." Parents also coaxed: "Good boy, I'll buy you your favorite roast duck." But I am stubborn, just holding my mother's leg. Mother gave her father a helpless wink. My father grabbed me and forced me to let go and go back to the platform. Mother hurried on the green leather train. When my father and I were separated, the train door closed. Mother opened the window and gave me a reluctant smile. By this time, I was already stunned. The train started slowly, and my mother shook her hand at me and whispered, "Goodbye!" " "At this time, I realized that I rushed up and cried and said," Mom, Mom ... See you later! " "Suddenly, I found a liquid reflection on my mother's face. Those are tears. I burst into tears.
After this incident, I understand why people in the story cry when they break up, and what kind of psychology people in the story are. The train left, leaving only my father and I with tears on our faces. ...
The horizon of the sky, the reincarnation of the earth, and the acquaintance are half scattered. A piece of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
I still remember it deeply. ...
Mutual understanding, mutual understanding and mutual trust are a kind of respect.
Confucius advocated "benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, knowledge and faith", which tells us that the basic principles of being a man are self-cultivation, respect for others, courtesy and honesty. No matter what we do in life, we should know how to respect others. Only in this way will others respect you, and a person who learns to respect others is a smart person. A person who truly knows how to respect others will inevitably face everyone with an equal attitude and a normal mentality. A writer once said that being respected by others is a kind of happiness, and being able to respect others is even greater happiness. If you want to be a happy person, you must know how to respect others, and respect is mutual. When you respect others and give them sincerity, warmth and encouragement, others will treat you in the same way. Knowing how to respect others is a noble quality of being a man.
There is a saying, "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you". Each of us has our own habits and characteristics. It is disrespectful and incomprehensible to ask others with our own hobbies and habits. Even beggars in the street are eager for respect from others.
I once read a story about a famous foreign writer. When he was down and out, he walked in the street late at night in winter. A beggar offered him a begging hand, but he was penniless at this time. Facing those eager eyes, he reached out and held the beggar's hand and said, "I have no money for you, but I can only give you a blessing!" " The beggar bowed to him excitedly: "sir, what you gave me is more important than money." This is the most precious gift I have ever received. " Therefore, when we know how to respect others and consider everything from each other's standpoint, we will understand the practices and behaviors of others and gain their respect and understanding.
Knowing how to respect and understand can show generosity and kindness in words and deeds; In order to find a warm and quiet spiritual space in the world of mortals; In order to have loved relatives and friends in the vast sea of people; Only in this way can people around you feel the value and significance of your existence. Life was originally harmonious. When we understand others with a generous attitude and respect others with a sincere mind, we will also be respected and understood by others.
The annual rings of the years can precipitate a profound trajectory after the wind, rain and snow! Peace of mind, after being respected and understood, can show pure breath! As long as you know how to respect and understand others, you will be respected and understood by others.
I remember witnessing something on the bus. An old man missed his stop because the conductor didn't announce it. Suddenly, a "war" broke out in the carriage. The old man swore, "Why are you doing this? Not a conductor yet! I didn't say anything when I arrived at the station, which made me miss the station. This stop is far from the last stop! " Judging from the old man's accent, he is a countryman.
The young aunt who sold the tickets blushed and cursed not to be outdone: "I can't blame you, I'm just a conductor, and it's my responsibility to collect money." Station reporting is just my extra service. ""Then why did you report it earlier, but didn't report my obstruction! "The old man's voice is getting louder and louder, and the passenger doors in the car are looking this way. The conductor's face turned redder: "That's because there were many people getting on the bus at that time. I'm too busy collecting money to report to the bureau! "What they just said, I quarreled one by one.
Afterwards, I told my friend about it. "If they could understand and tolerate each other at that time, maybe they wouldn't do it." Yes! Understanding can narrow the distance between people and eliminate the gap between people. It is a catalyst for interpersonal relationships!
Growing up, my mother's nagging has been lingering in my ears. When I was young, I didn't understand my mother's nagging and often felt bored. Now, I have grown up and understood my mother. I deeply regret what I did before. Why can't I understand my mother's hard work earlier? Although it is not too late, the wrinkles on my mother's forehead have been engraved by years and cannot be erased.
Understanding can bring warmth to people in cold; Understanding can make up for the defects of the mind; Understanding can purify the mind. Understanding can make everything better!
There are some things and people that I have never forgotten. When all the dust settles, listen to Ten Years to arouse your resonance, feelings and memories. In one's life, you will meet many people who will touch you, give you warmth and teach you life ... If there is a lock that can lock your memory, I pray that this key belongs to me. There are too many people, I don't want to forget and I can't forget; However, the mind is the key to the lock of memory.
My sisters say that my emotional intelligence is high and I am easily moved, and I always put my feelings first; Therefore, I seldom win at cards. When I get along with someone for a long time, or feel that we have a lot in common ... I will consider a question: If we don't chat for a long time, will you forget me?
Many friends will falter and say yes or no, but one answer is enough to move me-"no!" " He, sunshine boy, Wang Yinghao, the master of Rubik's Cube, answered me like this; Without any hesitation. I'm really satisfied. As his fan, I have a sense of happiness far beyond other fans-at least, every time I click on the first QQ group, I can see his name and his handsome head. I always thought that was enough. Why not forget? What qualifications are there? But his introversion is similar to mine, and his domineering makes me admire. The positive energy in him gave me warm light. Finally, I couldn't help asking Wang Yinghao the question of "forget or not".
This classmate is also a follower of Super Brain. She said, "You can go and have a look. [When I grow up] "
"When you grow up? A movie? " I still didn't understand what she said, so I asked stupidly.
"No, you can go and see him when you grow up." She answered me with a speechless expression.
"You go with me." I said with a smile.
"well. Do you remember? " She asked me with a frown.
"Of course." As Hao Ge answered me, I answered without hesitation.
"Then you must remember. What if he is not famous in the future? " Ha, my classmate is so thoughtful. It seems that she misses my heart.
"Without fame, I will go to see him again." I put on a serious expression and answered her.
"Remember."
I really didn't know Brother Hao before he went to Super Brain. Will you like the Rubik's Cube? I won't enjoy the happiness brought by the Rubik's cube; It won't make this winter vacation so meaningful and unforgettable. However, when he stepped onto the stage, what I appreciated and admired was his posture on the stage, his courage, his introverted personality, his speed of twisting the Rubik's cube, his carefulness ... Since I know him, how can I forget him because I am famous? When you are lost and have nothing, a true fan and friend will always support you, encourage you and value you. Even if the whole world is against you, I will stand on your side and be the enemy of the whole world.
Ten years may pass quickly, and there may be some ups and downs in ten years; Ten years, how many decades are there in life? Ten years, who can predict what will happen tomorrow? Maybe ten years, neither too long nor too short, just right.
I don't know what Hao Ge will be like in ten years. I don't know what I will be like in ten years. But I want to believe that after ten years, Hao Ge can still remember my name, and I can also remember Hao Ge's name. Hao Ge can still remember the words of that year, and I can also recall the touch and warmth that Hao Ge brought me. Alas ... maybe ten years is too long, maybe ten years is too short.
Ten years ago, I didn't know you and you didn't know me. Ten years later, I hope you are still my male god and I am still your iron powder. No matter what the road will be like in ten or even decades, no matter … I will always support you. You are the best player in China Rubik's Cube, and there is no one. I am just a millet in the vast sea of people, and I can't be more ordinary. I hope that we will not be strangers after ten years, and we will not feel lonely after ten years. I hope we can be gentle in ten years.
Perhaps, when you turn around or look back, I am not behind you, let alone beside you; I hope that one day, when you are extremely depressed and tired, you can think of me who wrote articles and poems, called you "Hao Ge", and mischievously forwarded and made funny comments in Weibo; Even if only the vertex mark appears in your mind, it is my happiness, blessing and comfort ... Remember, those who want to laugh and love to laugh are not too bad luck.
Time will always drift away in the song of Tinker Bell. Five years, ten years, fifteen years ... every year is worth remembering, and I have never forgotten it.
Ten years later, I won't bring a pot of old wine to meet my old friends, but I will come to you with all kinds of Rubik's cubes. May you raise your head, put down your Rubik's cube and ask my name, so that you can talk about the story of that year. We have not formed the romance, loneliness and spirit of story and wine, but we have a Rubik's cube. When I wipe away my tears and ramble about the past, I hope you will also smile and say, "I have never forgotten it for ten years."
The sound of knocking on the keyboard came to an abrupt end in silence and mediocrity. I don't know if it has been ten years. Don't guess, don't imagine, this is not a fantasy plot, this is not the pleasure of animation.
Whether it is five years or ten years; Beautiful words, simple and touching ... in my youth, I admire a sunny boy and a super brain; My world. He has been here. Anyway, I have never forgotten everything.
At dusk, the faint sunset sprinkled on the desk full of review materials, stretching her lazy waist. On the other side, a thin girl is absorbed in eating a book, with an unrelenting expression and two words clearly written in her bright eyes-persistence!
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Counting the word "persistence", it has only sixteen paintings, just sixteen paintings, but I don't know how much sweat it has penetrated. Looking back, that final exam.
"Classmates, the final exam is coming. This exam is very important. I hope that students will take the time to review! "
"I see-"the students replied listlessly.
I picked up the textbook in my hand and turned it page by page, greedily absorbing knowledge. Half a class passed and I looked up. Almost all my classmates were chatting. "I also play for a while!" The idea of indulgence crept into my mind. Just want to put down the textbook, I glanced at it and saw the sentence in the textbook: persistence is victory! The thick and big bold words make me feel a little ashamed. Picking up the textbook again, my heart gradually calmed down. I am eager that the first name on the report card is me. For this goal, I will persist, persist and persist!
Action is much more difficult than planning. My eyes went back to books, but my heart was thinking about how to spend my summer vacation. I tried to get my heart back, but the laughter of the students next to me echoed in my mind, as if the Tathagata was whispering layers of magic verbally, and I couldn't get rid of it. Suddenly, the classmate next to me gave me a push. I don't know when, a serious figure appeared at the table. He stared at me with stern, caring and hopeful eyes, as if he knew the little thoughts that flashed through my mind. I quickly buried my head in the book and dared not look at those eyes again. My face is hot and my hands are cold. I hold a corner of the book tightly and stare at it as if to tear it up and swallow it. I tidied up my mood and threw myself back into the review.
The hands are ticking. The night before the exam, I lay in bed thinking about tomorrow's exam, but I couldn't sleep. "Heaven rewards diligence, I worked hard and persisted, and I don't regret it!"
Open your eyes, the window is lit, look down at the alarm clock, it's ten past six, and there are still two hours before the first Chinese exam. The pointer is ticking away again. At this time, I was already sitting in the examination room, and the Chinese papers were handed out, but my heart could not calm down. Give me a fright in the first game! I know I failed in the exam, but I believe that the next few exams will definitely make up for my shortcomings.
This is math. I answered the paper carefully. The paper that had a smooth journey made me complacent, but I didn't expect to kill a journey halfway. A fill-in-the-blank question stumped me, and I racked my brains to think about it. There are still 20 minutes, but I can't figure it out. The pointer turned round and round. 10 minutes, I almost gave up, "persistence is victory!" "My mind once again flashed out those thick black letters. The pointer keeps turning. Five minutes later, I was still counting tirelessly, seeing that the pointer was close to the end of the exam. After 3 minutes, I finally wrote down the answer.
"You won the first place in the exam, that's great!" Hearing this sentence, my mouth couldn't help rising. It was a heartfelt smile, just like a hardworking farmer who was full of joy when he saw the golden fields in autumn.
Great works are accomplished not by strength but by persistence. Just like this exam. I won the victory by unremitting persistence.
Now I can finally use my sweat, my efforts and my pen to solemnly write down these two words, these short sixteen paintings-"Persistence!"
Memories are like old photos, and memories are like black and white movies. Memory is a habit, which makes people stubbornly pick up those yellowed and forgotten memories. Memory is a door, when it is opened, the tide of memory will come. ...
Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform
Li Qingzhao, Yi 'an laity, talented woman. She got up and brushed her hair carelessly, leaving the treasure covered with dust and covering the curtains. She leaned against the window, her eyes full of tears, not sad autumn, how much she wanted to say. She stared, now Wu Lingren is far away, and cigarettes are sold in Qin Lou.
Out of the window, the autumn waters are shining, and the spring mountains are faint. She remembered him, his good and bad, his familiar smile and frown, and the day when she "sniffed her childhood".
Memories made her addicted and depressed. This is a habit, but it adds a new worry. If you look at it in white, tears can't snow ...
How much do you know in your dreams?
Sanmao, a maverick woman. She wore a white dress and walked barefoot in the forest. Dead branches hurt her feet, but she refused to leave. Who is she waiting for?
She is waiting for a man to jump out from behind the tree and blindfold her. That was a long time ago. At that time, she said stubbornly like a child: "Count to three, or I will arrest you!" " "It was a long three times. She turned her head slowly, as if her dream would be broken if she worked hard, but there was always nothing behind her. The man she has been waiting for is called Jose.
The wind messed up her hair and brushed away her tears. When she turned her head again, her eyes were still shining like stars. She smiled wittily at the non-existent person: "I knew you were here!" " "Can respond to her, only the lonely birds hovering over the forest.
This is her memory: she clearly remembers that when they were young, one loved talking and the other loved laughing, and they always fell asleep unconsciously. This is a dream. How many flowers are lost in the dream? ...
She finally ended her life with a pair of stockings, and her memory became a shining star, leading her to heaven. But I don't know how many people care about her in this world of mortals. She has brought unforgettable memories to too many people.
Habitual memory
Those memories will eventually disappear. Disappeared are forgotten laughter, courage that no longer exists, discarded paper and childhood dreams. They become flat and submerged by the world.
Memories, as a habit, let you remember the shame and uncover the scars. But every pain is a chicken feather, such as phoenix nirvana, reborn from the fire.
I believe that more people and more things will come into our lives in the future. No one is weak, and no one can replace anyone. I will insist on making memories a habit.
Let memory become a habit, let us grow and make us perfect!
Comments: Poetic language, faint sadness, whether it is Li Qingzhao or San Mao, is always mysterious in the author's mind, which makes people curious and wants to explore everything about them. The author sympathizes with the hardships experienced by these two talented women and is deeply attracted by their strength and uniqueness. As the article says, "no one is weak, and no one can replace anyone." Although memories may be painful, "every pain is a chicken feather, such as phoenix nirvana and rebirth." "Let's grow up and make us perfect!" How well the little author speaks! He deeply understands the philosophy that "the past is not forgotten, and the future is a teacher".
At the end of the corridor, I couldn't help but stop and watch.
In the casual glance in the morning, the lonely branches were just a bud that wanted to open and close, and now they are proud of themselves. Never seen such a dense cluster of wintersweet, reflected on the side of the dry branches, without any polishing.
It was a row of crimson, even like bloody wintersweet. However, it is not difficult to find that the top of Chimonanthus praecox is pink and changes gradually. From top to bottom, it looks like a drop of blood melts in water, dissipates and gradually precipitates. This is crimson blood. Snowflakes seeped out of the sky, which also reflected the "three colors of winter": brown (dead branches), red (wintersweet) and white (snow fog). In the distance, snow and fog filled the air, but the bloody wintersweet dripped on the white cloth like splashing blood.
This flower is planted not far from the martyrs cemetery, which shows a little desolation, but there is a clear ambition in the desolation! I want to look up at the height, but my eyes are fixed on the five-star red flag. Compared with the five-star red flag, the bloody wintersweet is even dimmer. Yes! Looking back at history, when the soldiers fell down one by one in the war, the blood spilled was this wintersweet. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, even burying your feet, but what can't be buried is your will. Looking around, the row of wintersweet stands proudly from beginning to end. It shows the scene when soldiers are dying and don't forget to stand up and fight with another enemy. It snowed heavily, and the wind swept the flying snow and sand, crushing the peach and pear branches and wreaking havoc on everything in the world. Only Nami and Shuang are inspired to be proud. That is the firmness of the crimson soul! Just like the red flag, it represents a nation's unswerving spirit in the face of difficulties.
Whenever the red flag flutters in the wind, our solemn declaration, especially at Tiananmen Gate, always reminds people of bloody wintersweet. Snow is the happy event of Chimonanthus praecox, and wind is the shame of washing snow with the national flag! That blush seems to be gradually changing, precipitating and precipitating the soul of a nation! That's the blood of a martyr! Plant a Chimonanthus praecox in the pure land of the soul! Its beauty will never live up to the boiling blood in your heart, water it with your heart!
The wind can't blow wintersweet, just as bullets can't penetrate the patriotism of soldiers! Walking out of the gate of the martyrs cemetery, looking back, the bloody wintersweet is still red and thorough, and the blood in my heart has also precipitated.