Looking back at the composition 400 words 1 The villagers found that Iron Egg's character was very different from before. Before, he didn't care about the sky falling, now he cares about others stepping on an ant. Someone asked him: Why did it become like this? He said: I have to start from a week ago.
It was night, and the village in the moonlight was particularly beautiful. In the moonlight, the roof is as white as fresh snow. Iron egg sneaked out while mom and dad were sleeping. He felt so bored that he walked along the path. He saw a motorcycle, lying on the side of the road, as if there was a man lying next to it. Because it was still foggy at night, Iron Egg didn't see who it was, but he didn't seem to care. In addition, at night, Iron Egg was scared and ran back about five meters. He turned around and found that the man's hand was shaking slightly. Iron egg ran to the man with all his strength. After running, Iron Egg was shocked. This man is his cousin! Without saying anything, he put his cousin on his back, but his thin body could not support his huge cousin. Just as he was about to give up, dozens of torches ran towards the iron egg in the fog ahead. When Iron Egg's father went to the toilet, he found that Iron Egg was missing, so he woke up the whole village to look for him.
Iron egg's cousin was taken to the hospital. The doctor said that if it was an hour late, it might be. Since then, Iron Egg's character has changed greatly.
One day, Iron Egg looked at the village in the moonlight. They look exactly the same, but they are different.
Looking back at the sky, it is still blue ... That summer, I was sixteen years old, and I thought about my future for the first time in my dream. The first time I think of the next summer, is it laughter or tears in my eyes? Thinking about whether I can have that blue sky in the rainy season of seventeen ... With a kind of confusion, I was running and spinning, how many times I lost my way, how many times I wandered at the crossroads, how many times I hid under the covers and cried, and then I opened a dark gray diary and wrote a dream that remained unchanged for thousands of years. ...
The past always ends. In July and August of 20xx, I indulged myself and time was running out. September ... that terrible day finally came, and I was always afraid. For more than four months, my fiery youth was burning, crazy and merciless, and I was imprisoned in that small room. In the sun, staying for a minute is already a luxury, always silently. !
Fortunately, like an ordinary student, I live a life I like and live a free life. Be a student-feel relaxed and happy in your study for the first time, and no longer worry about stumbling in your grades. My only goal is to go all out and dare not have too many unrealistic dreams. I know it's a cliff. There's no way out. I either give myself a bridge to cross, or jump, and then it's shattered! ! Countless times I want to go back, but it's too late. Close my eyes and move on. ...
In the early morning of sixteen, I looked up at the blue sky and told myself that the rainy season of seventeen was coming. ...
Write a 400-word composition in the future. Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong. Too hasty. After losing it, we finally know how to show sympathy to others, how to think and reflect, and how to find it. Under the glitz of Rongcao, who tore off the delicate and light veil of her lush grass, accompanied us crazy and stupid, and let her and her beautiful face grow old in the hot sun?
I closed my eyes slightly. Turn off the eyes that are used to seeing the world coldly, and think like this, how many epiphanies across the season should there be? It's like understanding the truth of generations. How can her gentleness and unyielding be compared with that of a straight girl? She proved herself with perseverance, and also gave us the courage to fight against the sky, and kept going on the dark and empty road of youth.
Where there is a pond, there may be water. The moonlight is gentle, because the sun has become the glory of yesterday. Yu Hui is a person sitting on the ground who has traveled thousands of miles. Why do they cry when they hear the wind and feel sad when they meet the rain? Those breezes and dewdrops are floating around, blowing through the moonlight pond in our hearts. Firmly protect our proudest youth.
Raindrops fall on flowers and leaves, delicate and inspiring ... My teacher is like a gust of wind, surging sunshine, and like a fire dragon lit by the sunset, prancing in the evening wind. Silence in the unknown, ignoring the floating dust.
Let go of the secular world that does not belong to you, and no longer float in the noisy clouds of all beings.
After the new year, it is even more memorable to look at the beauty that I once dreamed of! Unfortunately, on this road, the hardships and dangers of life are incalculable. I wonder if the soul destroyed by time can wake up!
A person walking on the beach, when looking back, will find two rows of winding footprints behind him, recording the road we have traveled.
The road of life is always not straight, but all kinds of detours, narrowness and even mistakes. The road you have traveled can never be changed, and the experience is the experience after all. Sometimes I always think, if some things in the past have never happened or can be changed, and some people have never met them, it would be great. There may not be regrets, regrets and tears, but it is impossible to get everything ready on the road of life, and it is impossible to have no regrets. Maybe you gave all your most precious things on impulse, or you can never come back, no matter how much regret you have.
The road of life is always so long, but it can be said that there is no turning back. Looking back is very unrealistic, just like there is no regret medicine and no turning back in the world. Looking back is the road that has been traveled. Although there is a saying that "turning back to the shore", most of them are warnings to let the bad guys wake up and stop doing bad things. Looking back is just a past that you can't go back to. Just live in the moment. Look at the sun more every day, and there is hope in my heart. In fact, life is still full of sunshine.
Although there is no turning back in life, it is enough to walk happily. It is always impossible without regrets, and life without regrets is boring. Just look back and smile.
As the saying goes, "persistence is the key to success". Persistence is very important. Sometimes, if you can look back, you may find a better opportunity.
In a very ordinary factory in Germany, there are a group of hardworking workers. Although the salary is not high, they live very diligently and happily. However, something happened that made them unhappy, and that was unemployment.
One morning, there were a few auspicious clouds floating in the blue sky, and everything seemed so ordinary with a few birdsongs. But just as the workers were preparing for work, the machine container in the computer room gave a muffled sound, which shocked all the workers. Everyone ran in to have a look. It turns out that due to the aging and wear of the machine, many useless unwritten papers have been produced. No matter how hard the maintenance personnel tried, the machine could not be used normally, and then with the closure of the company, they also lost their jobs.
The turning point turned left and then appeared. A worker went back to the factory to take some useless paper home, and suddenly found that the paper had good dust absorption and strong water absorption. So he constantly reformed and finally invented the towel.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. This story tells us, don't despair in any unfavorable environment, keep a habit of being good at observation, spend more time thinking about problems than ordinary people, and there will be a bumper harvest day.
How many times have you lived in the Spring and Autumn Period? Flowers are blooming and birds are gone. How can you bear to look back?
Several times, the clouds and snow fell, and under the three stones, I didn't regret my death, just said good autumn.
If the fish that goes upstream can turn around and see the green mountains and green waters along the way, the stormy waves that have rushed through and the rocks that have been squeezed through, will it go downstream, give up the cold on the mountains and throw in clear water and clear waves?
If Qu Yuan, who is immersed in the river with stones, can look back at the people's livelihood in Chu, the ruin and decay of his hometown, and where Li Min will go, will he abandon the stones and turn back, forget the filth in officialdom and devote himself to singing and feasting?
If Jing Ke on the bank of Yishui can look back and see his wife on pins and needles, the people in hot water and the declining Yan State, will he draw his sword and sink into the river, forget the king of Qin Gong and devote himself to loving his family?
If Yue Fei in the storm pavilion can turn around and see the magnificent military forces, the desire to wash away national humiliation and the grimace of a grin in the temple, will he forget the twelve gold medals of death and go straight for Huanglong?
No, Qu Yuan won't, because he is a loyal minister; Jing Ke won't, because he is an honest man; Yue Fei can't, because there are four big characters behind him, which can show the sun and the moon: loyalty to the country. What about this fish going upstream? Neither will he. Just because its ideal is in the plateau, even if it is a narrow escape, it has no regrets.
Sigh that the fish lost its direction because it lost the ambition of young people; Praise the fish for being strong and brave, because life is still early, why not go against the wind?
Who crossed the ages, cut through the sky, and uttered a long whistle: Although there are thousands of people, I will go!
I will never forget that morning, never forget that back, never forget that back.
It's a cold morning. Snowflakes are falling and the earth is covered with heavy snow. But in this seemingly endless snow, there is a path that has been trampled. I was with my mother and saw my father get into a taxi. There is no hesitation in my eyes, only firmness and determination. At that time, I didn't know what my father would do. I thought my father was going out to play, so I ran with my father's car and shouted, "Take me, take me!" " But no matter how I shouted, Dad never got off the bus. My imaginary arms didn't appear, which made me very wronged and I was in tears. Mom rushed up early, saw me crying so hard, hugged me and whispered, "Don't cry, don't cry." As he spoke, he walked in the direction of home. As if still not believing that my father had left, I turned my head, hoping to see a familiar figure. As a result, I didn't see my father, but I saw a familiar face. How haggard that face is! The five senses are almost crowded together, and the eyes are not as bright as usual. On the contrary, they are full of worries about me and my mother and helpless about having to leave home. That face stung me deeply My mother and I finally got home. I looked at the distant taxi. I think all my hopes left with the taxi.
Snowflakes are still falling, and the heavy snow has not melted, but I feel that something very important has left me.
Looking back, 400 words and 8 hours, I lost too much and gained some. Fuzzy time passes, leaving memories that can no longer be experienced.
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What I remember most is not the tense game, the exciting willfulness or the pleasant game. The best is actually around us.
"Popsicle, mung bean popsicle." There was a loud voice on the other end of the phone. I excitedly grabbed a handful of coins and rushed to the direction of the voice-it was him! The person who stands for "freedom"! "Mother-in-law! I bought a popsicle and came up! " I rushed out of the house and said, "come back and do your homework!" " I won't listen to the man who has flown downstairs. I just need to find the figure of that person ... I found it! As usual, this man is wearing a blue hat, blue overalls and a plastic foam box to sell popsicles along the street. "Uncle, give me two mung bean popsicles." "Good, that's good." The man took out two popsicles from the box, took the money from me and shouted. While eating the cold dishes at hand, I walked slowly towards home. I touched the hair urinal next door and stuffed the other one into the man's hand. I sit together, chat, make noise, and then go home slowly. Of course, the consequences of short-term freedom are inevitable, but what is this compared with popsicles?
I don't know when, the man's shouts have disappeared in the alley. Perhaps, that person has been unable to walk, perhaps has passed away, but he brought me the best memories. He left me with the "freedom" of my childhood. ...
In the composition class on Saturday, I learned a "bird turns back".
When I drew the first bird that turned around, it was crooked. I painted the upper part of the bird as chubby as a newborn pig, and the lower part as thin as a sick and hungry old bean sprout, which was ugly as a mess.
One picture is not good-looking, and the other one is still not good-looking, which makes me scratch my head. At this time, the teacher came over and looked at my painting and said, "You must be calm, pay attention and be full of feelings for what you draw." Then she picked up a pen and gave me a demonstration on paper. The bird painted by the teacher is very beautiful and lovely. The bird seems to be singing softly on the branch. I envy it. I secretly made up my mind that I must draw a beautiful bird one by one.
I carefully thought about the bird that the teacher drew, and saw how she started and lifted the pen, how to turn the arc of the stroke, and how to put the pen in the end. Start painting after reading it. One, two, three. I practiced over and over again, and the birds I drew became more and more beautiful. By the time the class was over, I could already draw a very beautiful bird with one stroke. I am very happy to look at the bird I drew.
Through this class, I learned that no matter what I do, I must work hard and never give up.
Looking back, I am left with a colorful and mixed world!
In the misty gauze, there were bursts of laughter. I gently parted the gauze with my hand and suddenly brightened up! Familiar figure, familiar face and egg, familiar laughter! Oh, thank God for taking me back to that colorful and happy past! Let me see the classmates who read books with me, the friends who walked hand in hand, and the bosom friends who laughed and cried together.
I walked in quietly, for fear that I would break this happy world! Look, isn't that smiling and childish face my bosom friend? However, isn't the little girl who is also full of joy beside her me? Are you happy to see yourself, and you can't help crying? Feel sad? Oh, no, no, this is an unusual mood! After a while, I turned around with a bang. To my surprise, I saw myself being knocked down by a stone! When I was about to walk over, I saw my bosom friend rushing over, lifted me up with both hands and said to me with concern, "Are you okay?" ? Does it hurt? "Look, her eyebrows are wrinkled. It seems that she was knocked down by a stone, not me. Well, bosom friend, thank you for your concern! " Xi Xi ha ha "bursts of laughter came, oh, it turns out that my bosom friend and I are playing house games! "Dang, dang, dang" bell woke me up!
Open your eyes, ha! It was just a dream!
Looking back, leave me a comfort; Leave me a picture; Leave me a trace of mixed feelings!
The past is an episode in my life, because it makes my life more colorful and exciting!
Looking back, how beautiful!
It was a beautiful afternoon, sitting in front of the piano, and a ray of golden sunshine sprinkled on the black and white keys and on my beating fingers. Piano Band 4, yes! I really don't know how I got through it a few months before the exam.
Every morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines into the living room, I sit in front of the piano, motionless as wood, only letting my fingers jump on the keys.
Band 4, I want to recite four 8-page music scores. In those days, those hands no longer belonged to me. I instinctively have the idea of giving up. I practiced a piece of music 1 month and haven't memorized it yet. I can't help but feel an unspeakable fear in my heart. I picked up a page and turned it back. The whole page is full of notes, dense, like countless eight-legged spiders crawling on paper. God, when I turned to the next page, I found that this piece of music had four pages, and my eyes were inevitably blurred and dizzy.
My mother sat next to me and stroked my head: "remember, don't think about the future in the future." Your next step is to move on and do what you are doing now. "
When I heard this, I suddenly woke up, stopped being afraid and walked forward. My hand jumps on the black and white keys again, and the beautiful piano sounds in the room again. Go ahead and don't look back!
Playing the piano is similar to life, both of which are like climbing mountains. Don't always look ahead and look back, look at the road under your feet, and take every step in a down-to-earth way to reach the peak of success.
In the autumn of September, the leaves turn from green to yellow, and then slowly fall from the trees, miserable and helpless. Listen carefully, you will hear their cries and your heart will tremble.
Last September, I left home and came to Longgang to become a middle school boarder.
It was cloudy that day, as if it would suddenly rain. At school, after dealing with all kinds of things, it's time for me to say goodbye to my parents.
I stood at the corner of the stairs, trying to say goodbye, but it was my father's tearful eyes that caught my eye. He seems to be reluctant to part with me or regret sending me here. At this moment, I might as well take a closer look. His face was wrinkled and his hair lost its original luster. Suddenly, my tears came out. In order not to let my father see me, I tried to restrain myself.
At this time, I couldn't restrain my mood and burst into tears. Through the window, I saw his back gradually leaving, and I felt that the dependence behind him would disappear. The mountain on which I live is collapsing, and I suddenly understand the potential significance of family ties.
Father's love, as bitter as coffee, can hold up a blue sky for you and make you soar.
The tree outside the window, although the leaves have fallen out now, will still be lush green next spring!
On that day, if I don't look back, I'll never know how much my father loves me!
Skateboarding is a new toy in the new era. How can a child like me not follow the trend of the new era? One summer day, in the scorching sun, my father took me to the Galaxy Park for skateboarding. There is a big slope by the sparkling lake, where I play skateboarding. In the pleasant play, I ignored the existence of danger. I accidentally fell down.
After crying for a while, I thought my father would comfort me, but he didn't say anything, just took me to a nearby clinic for dressing. Then he sent me to F as usual, sent me to the classroom, explained it briefly and left. As usual, my father calmly walked to the corner, watching my father disappear from my eyes and watching my father walk to the corner. At that moment, I was shocked My father's head inadvertently returned to my classroom, his eyes stayed in my classroom, and then he left in a hurry. My eyes stayed in the corner for a long time, and I no longer hesitated. At that moment, I finally shed tears.
Yes, love sometimes only needs one look, that's all, but it can show deep affection. At this time, I also understood that fatherly love is severe. Father is not good at describing his true thoughts in various languages, but those humble actions explain the greatness and selflessness of his father's love. The scar of that summer turned into obvious skin, and this little story of father's love will leave me with a permanent memory!
Looking back, there are 14 people in 400 words. I think I can really be painful and happy. No matter how long it has passed, too many long-lasting pains have turned into the sea.
Hide it or not, you taught me to forgive.
No matter how much resentment I have had with you, I can't learn to forgive. On the contrary, I have learned to forget.
No matter what I decide to bury in that second, you will always be the deepest pain in my heart.
You know, I want to ask you if that promise was really stung?
Do you know how pale my first tear was?
I know, because of this pain, I will remember you all my life. I don't believe in forever, and you, I just want to know once, and knowing once is enough. I cherish it, but I feel that my heart is barren. I have to know another person in my next life. Perhaps, I have no more pain, but the emotion that should have returned long ago is only because it hurts me too much.
Now, because of you, my heart is not so desolate. You let me know what purity is in my eyes, and let me remember the purest sky in that memory.
I want to say-goodbye, now, this is just a trace left between us.
Until I met you, I felt an indescribable tenderness, which turned out to be sentimental. Now, in the vast sea of people, I'm standing behind you, waiting for such a long distance from you, just walking away slowly and never looking back.
Looking back at the composition of 400 words 15, time flies like water. Under the influence of the trend of the times, some people rushed forward with their heads stuffy, so that they lost their way and were drowned in the torrent of history. Some people look back and find that they have deviated from the direction, so they turn sharply and find their original direction, and finally stand at the top of the times and become a generation of great men. Looking back, it is not difficult to say, but how many can really do it?
"The crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in the dim light." When we were too busy to know what to do, we looked back and found many beautiful scenery.
There was once a teenager who almost lost confidence in life because of his unsatisfactory exam results and poor efficiency. But unfortunately, he was lucky enough to turn around because he didn't want to be suppressed, so he saw the eyes of parents' encouragement, the eyes of teachers and students' trust, and the sincere eyes of classmates full of friendship. So he found his own direction, set out again, embarked on a new journey with confidence, and finally found himself and stood up again. That teenager is actually me.
Yes, I was very unhappy and thought I was the most unfortunate person in the world. In fact, I was very lucky. Because, I looked back at the moment when I was about to fall down and found my place.