Junior one-time composition 1 Let's do it. Anyway, we don't have each other in our hearts. Forget all about San Xiao. Memories will only be the past tense. There is no point in recalling the past tense, is there? The person I am looking for has missed again and again in the vast sea of people. I wonder when a leaf will fall when it floats. You have cried, and you will say it with a smile one day. In the past, no matter who was injured, we would threaten each other's own life and not let each other get hurt. But it doesn't make sense now, and it doesn't make sense to mention it in retrospect. So there's no need to mention it. The past is the past. Don't turn if you can. Otherwise, dust will blind your eyes. Presumably, we all have one person to replace each other now. At the beginning, the vows of eternal love will only be laughed off when I think of it now. That's it. This is us. This is what we are now. If it was at the beginning. We may cry at this moment. It's out of control. If it had been me, I would have been crying at this time. But now there is only a sigh. I think you are, too. This is what we are now.
The wind is invisible, but boundless ... even if there are tears, they will not flow on the face. Will only dry tears, printed in my heart. ...
The initial vows of eternal love. It will only be a joke until now. What I said at the beginning may be just childish words. I can't bear to be bullied by childish years, and I won't let you down if you are ridiculous. The grass will leave today and tomorrow. I write this only for the future. I will look at the past with a smile, but now I can only forget it. In short, we never said anything, and there is nothing to say now. We have no past and no future. Again, it's an ending or an episode. Who knows? Sunflowers are sunny in summer, so don't leave your feelings behind. The flowers on the other side of life have fallen, so don't miss the sun again. No amount is an empty dream.
Are you tired of playing with your mind? Is it hot to wear a mask? Is it troublesome to play tricks? Is it fun to play tricks? Are you tired? Hate I'm sure none of you will. Maybe you really can't live without careful planning. Even so. Then forget it. Sorry, I'm tired. I can only find someone who has always been by my side to accompany me * * * to survive * * * crazy * * *. She's not the one who broke us up. What really separates us is me. This is a calculation. Don't blame her. I let her suffer with me. But she is often scolded by you for saying such things. She will be tired and so will I.
Maybe you will say that I am partial to her, but if someone really cares about you, you will not protect her well. I will. Because people who care about me. I care about her too. I only care about me and my people. Sorry, I'm really tired.
Forget it, forget the days before, forget my existence before, forget each other's existence in my heart before. Forget it. This is good for you. At least it won't leave any sequelae.
We ... that's it. Whether it's the ending or the episode, who knows.
After twelve o'clock. Let's all forget it. It's good for everyone.
Junior high school one-time composition 2 wedges
"The queen, my heart has left you. Do you have the heart to kick me out? " "ah! What do you mean, I'm kicking you out? Obviously, you swept my heart out of the door, your majesty! " "Is there anything else? Hey, pretending to be ignorant is not your business! Really? Mm-hmm. Zhen Fei, your child is not yours ... Don't you believe me? Believe it. That's great! ! ""Well, my queen. "
Text: The first chapter.
In an unknown world, there is a dynasty that has not been recorded in history, and those lucky enough to cross it are called-the lucky ones of God.
Mu Rongxiaoxiao is one of them. The mysterious woman patted her hand with a smile.
It's too late, people in Tianhao Company dare not offend! Xiaoxiao hurried from home to the company, but she didn't know that a bigger plot was waiting for her. "Lord, the girl you want is her." "Well, I'm going to the basement." A deep male voice came from the office of president Tianhao, revealing a trace of ambiguity.
Right here. I don't feel so good. Forget it, let's ask the girl at the front desk. "Well, where is the president's office?" She gave me a contemptuous look and said, "What are you doing in the president's office?" "I ..." Xiaoxiao was about to open his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by a phone call at this time. "Wait a minute." "hello? This is Tianzhu Company. " I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, so the front desk smiled apologetically and said, "Sister Murong, I don't know. Please don't forgive me. " "Oh, all right. What can I do for you? " "No, the president's office is on14th floor, room 1403. Don't go to 13 floor. " "Well, thank you!" Then he followed in the footsteps of a lady and walked away.
Why don't people step on the 13 floor? This problem has always existed in Mu Rongxiaoxiao's mind.
That's it. Xiaoxiao patted the door. "Is anyone there? I am here to recruit Mu Rongxiaoxiao. " "Come on in." This man's voice is too magnetic. "Hello." "Hello, President." He frowned slightly and said, call me Hao. "aye? What did you say, President? "
I said, "Call me Hao!" Hey! ! ! ! ! !
The third part of the composition of the third year of junior year is to write about family, praise the feelings of teachers and students, and praise the feelings of friends. How many happy moments have I recorded? These constitute my first wonderful time.
On the eve of the painful exam, I was fighting at my desk and was troubled by the headache geometry. Suddenly, a thick layer of white fog covered my lens. It turned out to be my mother. She always surprises me, so I can't help being surprised. She was carrying a foot bath bucket and said with some difficulty. "Daughter, have a rest and try the foot bath bucket that Mom bought for you." Looking at my mother's pleading eyes, I put down the geometry problem and sat down on the bed.
My mother is not as "old and frail" as the mother described by a famous writer in her essays. My mother is a woman of the times. In order to look young, she will dye her hair and beautify her nails, and sometimes she will feel sorry for those grievances, Qiong Yao. Tears streamed down her face. Such a mother is cuter. Like a bunch of wild roses that never fade, more like bright sunshine, it will always warm me. I can't help laughing at this beautiful mother. My mother asked, "Daughter, are you happy?" "hmm." I replied with a charming smile. First, she took off her smelly socks hidden in her sports shoes for a day, plugged them in, adjusted a massage mode, and added a pack of Chinese herbal medicine essence to the water. The room is full of the natural taste of Chinese herbal medicine, and my feet smell. I put my foot in, and I held back. The water was really hot, but soon it was really comfortable and drove away my fatigue of the day. My mother kindly brought me a cup of hot milk. I drank the milk comfortably and watched my mother yawn. I can't help thinking that my mother is not tired. She wants to cook. Laundry takes care of our family, I said to my mother; "Mom, why don't you try? You are so tired from work that you have to take care of me. I have never studied hard, and you bought me a foot bath bucket. " I looked down and felt ashamed that I had been bad at math. "Mom, I must study hard. I must enter 10 in this exam. " I can't help crying out from my heart. "Ha ha, mom never complains about your poor grades. It doesn't matter that girls are almost math. As long as you try your best to do everything well, mom will be happy. " Mom smiled and said to me. My lovely mother has such a tolerant side. I suddenly found myself so happy.
I feel relaxed and happy after running. I believe I will do well in the exam. Don't underestimate me, because there is a most important person living in my heart. She is always so cute, tolerant, fashionable and considerate.
With such a wonderful person, I believe that my wonderful time in grade one will come to an end and I will have a perfect start for my next study and life! At the same time, the moment and eternity of happiness will continue to be staged!
Childhood is beautiful and innocent, and it is also the happiest time in life. If time can go back, I would like to go back to the past and my carefree childhood.
My hometown bears my full childhood memories, and the kitchen is where I can change the taste of happiness. As their hometown is located in a fishing village, the villagers live on the sea and fresh seafood can be seen everywhere. When I was a child, I always pestered my grandfather to give me a bowl of delicious seafood porridge to live in. Because there is not too much seasoning, the light porridge brings out the umami flavor, which makes people linger.
There is a cane chair under the towering banyan tree in my hometown, surrounded by seven fragrant flowers, which is grandpa's painstaking efforts and his small world in the afternoon. I was curious about everything when I was a child. I always look around in front of grandpa's huge bookshelf. A pair of clear eyes blinked and blinked. If you find any interesting books, call grandpa to take me to the banyan tree to explain them to me. Under grandpa's vivid interpretation, I finished the children's literary enlightenment. I remember my favorite story when I was a child was the story of Water Margin 108 Hero.
As a left-behind child, I spent my childhood with my grandfather, who is my closest person. Grandpa always tells me about him, grandma and dad. Grandpa said that my father always jumped up and down when I was a child, so he couldn't do it quietly. He's like me, like a monkey, and he can't stop. However, when Grandpa mentioned his grandmother who died of illness, his eyes were always wet and he choked. Whenever this time, I will tell my grandfather, be good, don't cry, don't cry, and we will buy candy later. Grandpa smiled when he heard me say this.
Sometimes, grandpa needs to go out and do something. Grandpa didn't trust me to stay at home, so he entrusted me to his neighbor. The neighbor is grandma, and grandma has a granddaughter named Shen Luo. According to the neighbor's grandmother, Shen Luo took such a name because their family has a close relationship with the sea. Shen Luo became my childhood playmate.
Death will come to everyone in the end. When I was seven years old, I went to primary school. From then on, grandpa coughed every day, and it was inconvenient to walk, so he gradually lay in bed. Until one day, grandpa closed his eyes, waved and left this world. Grandpa's death is my greatest regret in childhood.
Thinking about thinking, tears streaming down her face. If only time could go back.
It is said that the happiest time in life is childhood. I don't think there is any doubt about this. Childhood is a carefree, happy, innocent and interesting existence in life.
/kloc-When I was 0/0 years old, my mother took me to live with my grandmother in the country. Within a few days, I knew all the children in the town, and the best one was "Yaomei". He said she was the youngest child in the village, so everyone called her Xiaomei.
The morning sun shone on the window, so my sister and I sat in the chair beside the bed and painted. I drew a charming and lovely little fairy and showed it to her. She still praises my beautiful painting, but I think she is always mysterious. When I ask her what she painted, she just smiles without saying a word. I don't know why there is such a sweet smile.
In the afternoon, I took my sister to the backyard to wash Xiaobai's dirty dog hair. Yaomei ran to turn on the tap, and I gave the dog a hard brush. With a whoop, Xiao Bai jumped out in pain. Yaomei saw it and quickly caught Xiaobai, but it couldn't escape from Yaomei's hand. Sister Yao put Xiao Bai in the basin, and Xiao Bai ran out as soon as she touched the water. I stopped with a brush, and Yaomei threw it forward with a basin of water, only to find that Xiaobai ran away quickly and skillfully.
I was puzzled and unconvinced, and threw it at Xiaobai, which hit the bull's-eye and kept Xiaobai for a long time. Of course, it also knows how to fight back. It held the hose in its mouth and poured it on Yao Mei and me. When Xiaobai escaped my attack on Xiaobai again, Yao Mei also came to help and poured the water in the basin into Xiaobai. ...
As the sun sets, the golden corner is reflected in my hurried pace, and all the laughter and laughter spread.
Now, a few years have passed, and the picture of my sister drawing me hand in hand with her when I was a child still appears in my mind. The happy time of childhood has long since disappeared, leaving only my cherished childhood memories.
I like to go to second-hand bookstores.
Second-hand bookstores are full of long-lasting warmth and are a kind of scholarly precipitation.
The spine of old books has experienced several years and various landscapes.
On a rainy evening, I slowly strolled to the second-hand bookstore, searching for all kinds of old times and feeling those joys or sorrows.
There are few customers in the shop, just a few people. The old shopkeeper leaned back in the armchair, smoking cheap cigarettes leisurely, and at his feet, there was an old dog with lazy eyes.
All the books in the shop are old. I can read books twenty years ago, thirty years ago, or even longer. Many of them are incomplete, some are missing the first volume, and some are missing the page number. The paper has already turned yellow, as if it were the color of the years. Yes, after all, I am old.
Fingertips slowly stroking on the old spine of the bookshelf, looking at them, I think, when it was first sent from the printing factory, the cover color must be very bright, and the pages must be as white as winter snow. I don't know how many years and people passed before I transferred to this second-hand bookstore and I caught it again. Are those experiences full of laughter or tears? Are those readers crying when they read touching places or stunned when they read wonderful places?
I don't know. I can only stand in front of these writings and quietly weave their past lives in my heart.
Just open a book, and the gaps in the pages are full of thoughts and experiences. The handwriting is beautiful and neat. I think its former owner is a careful woman. He casually spread out a book with some handwriting, but it was only for a while. He smiled and shook his head while reading it. It must have been left by some informal boy.
I was in a small bookstore, flipping through it and reading it again and again. I didn't know what I was looking for. Maybe, I was just attracted by the yellowed pages.
Inadvertently, I bumped into the book I wanted many years ago and couldn't wait to take it out, as if it were a treasure.
Touching the page, in a trance, I seem to see time passing through Qian Shan. It suddenly occurred to me that in the corner of my hometown in the countryside, the deep and shallow moss has been growing, growing silently in that unknown corner, and the cracks are all fragments of time.
There is a wind blowing. Blowing the moss in the corner, blowing the small trees on the roadside, blowing the heads of passers-by, blowing the hut full of past times.
I think it is very pleasant to go to the second-hand bookstore alone when I have nothing to do. In a quiet afternoon or leisurely evening, second-hand bookstores are always full of warmth, and there will always be some unexpected encounters that will surprise you, make you laugh, make you think and make you feel.
Shh, don't make any noise.
Don't disturb the old days in this room.
On the first day, I wrote article 7. I remember that she had really gone for a long time. We have lost touch with each other since she went abroad. Raise your pen, I want to write a letter to you, and also to the past days:
Hey, friend, don't guess who I am. Read on and you will remember me.
Let's count, we haven't seen each other for about a year. These days are long and short, but without you to laugh with me on weekdays, I feel something is missing.
I remember that at that time, we liked to lie on the playground, pulling two clovers, peeling off the skin outside the stems, pulling the silk in the middle, winding the leaves of two people together, and then pulling back hard to see whose leaves would be pulled away by the other side. You can always play such big recess games without getting bored.
I still remember that you and I were a team in every double skipping competition. I was half taller than you, so I shook the rope. You argued with me for a long time, but the rope handed to you always ignored you and always hooked our feet. Finally, you gave me the rope with a pie mouth. Jumping between my arms, you look so smart and our cooperation is so tacit. No wonder people call us "best partners".
Do you remember winning the first place in the region in that year's sports meeting? You put down the rope and ran to me the first time. You were so excited that you almost cried. As for me, I seem to be more excited than you, as if I had won a prize. We held hands in everyone's surprised eyes and turned around foolishly until we were dizzy.
Recalling these, I raised a smile at the corners of my mouth, and the air was filled with the smell of old things everywhere. ...
Do you remember the promise engraved on the message board? Do you remember the wallet we sewed together? Do you remember when we left, we shouted at the sky: Don't forget your initiative?
I'm sure you will remember.
Let's talk about it now. Have you ever met bosom friends abroad? Have you mentioned me to your friends? I think you and I should proudly say to our new friend, "She is my shadow!" " "
If you receive this letter, please take good care of it. My heart, my thoughts of you, will stop there!
The moon tonight will take my thoughts far away. ...
You are like an ice flower falling on the palm of your hand. The temperature of your palm makes it too late for you to stay in this world for a while, and then it becomes a pool of snow water, which slowly evaporates with the temperature of your palm, making it too late for the world to savor your taste.
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You hide in every corner of the world, whether it's the quiet Jiangnan or the dirty trash can, you can always find your footprints. You are an athlete and a long-distance runner. You always like to leave others far behind. You don't like waiting You love to move forward, and your courage has brought troubles and helplessness to many people. ...
You are the running water in the mountains, which changes with the seasons. You have insight into the whole world, but the world always seems to forget your existence, so you become lonely and silent. Whenever someone tries to touch you, you slip away like a rabbit, leaving only a cold feeling. You are the hardest substance in nature, and no iron tool can penetrate you.
You are reflected on the weeping willows by the lake, reflected in the spring breeze, reflected on the calm lake, but you never seem to show your face in front of people. As soon as others turn around, you run.
You are like snowflakes floating in the air, covering the whole world, dominating the whole world until only your color is left. The team floated down from the air, and the first one melted first. So you don't like the temperature here? Why did you run away as soon as I reached out, disappeared so thoroughly, and never appeared on the earth again? ...
It seems that you always run from one end of the world to the other. Aren't you tired? When can you sit down and have a rest?
The first composition article 9 swims in leisurely thoughts, the warm colors in my memory linger in front of me, smiling at the flowers, looking up at me standing there, smelling the taste of growth in colorful English.
"The old tree in front of the door has sprouted again, and the dead tree in the yard has blossomed again ..." This quiet song was leisurely hummed, and it grew clearly in my mind. She hugged me as if I were attached to the sky, and the room smelled of talcum powder. She lowered her eyes and smiled like a flower: "Once upon a time, there was a little duck …" Listening, I fell asleep. I vaguely felt that she was kissing the tears in my eyes with a real kiss. Gently like a wisp of wind. When I was a child, growing up was the smell of my mother's kiss, which entered my heart sweetly.
"But an inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays." I fell in love with this poem when I was in primary school. Although there is no gorgeous rhetoric and carving, it is fresh and smooth, simple and unpretentious, showing the rich and mellow taste of his poems, which lasts forever with sincere feelings. At that time, I liked reading at my desk in my room. Inadvertently, I turned to a book with a warm cover. The words on it were beautiful and fresh. "Born in 200 1 year, her eyes are like a clear spring. She learned to speak in 2002, and her voice is tender and green ... "Every time I open it, my eyes are always full of sweet and faint nectar, and it is pure liquid. She touched my sensitive heart with sincere handwriting. When I was in primary school, growth was the warmth in my mother's heart and touched the strings of love.
"Where is the time? I haven't felt old when I was young. " Wang Zhengliang's songs linger in my ears, and the bits and pieces that used to shine are still shining. I remembered the day when my mother came back to see me from Mengzi. She took out some food I like from her pocket. The wind blew and I caught a glimpse of the desolation in her hair. I am already a middle school student, and I have grown up. So, is my mother old ... "Son, eat less cold food and junk food, drink more water and don't be picky about food ..." My mother's words are as dull as before. Why not? At this moment, I actually feel that these words are not ordinary words, but just like colorful beating notes, dotted with the movement of my life. Now, growth is a picture, a picture of flowers.
Looking at the dark sky outside the window, I took a sip of fresh and elegant fragrant tea, but after the bitterness, I felt a little sweetness flowing in the "taste buds" and fragrant a tea dream. That sweetness is the trace of my mother coming into my life. She is the warm color of my beautiful life.