I used to feel confused in this bustling and beautiful city. I was at a loss, helpless and lonely at that time. But since I met him, I have new hope, because I have friendship. In primary school, I was introverted, timid and withdrawn. So often a person comes and goes silently, regardless of anything, let alone playing with others or participating in any activities. Until he appeared ... this semester, he was a transfer student from another school and won the first place in our class in the first exam. He is so excellent that many people envy him. I have paid close attention to him since he appeared in my class. He is tall, thin, handsome and has a good temperament. Soon, I found that he was also paying attention to me, and his confident eyes often swept me. One day at noon, he suddenly came over, put his shoulder on me and said, "Dude, don't always be sentimental." Don't always feel that God is sorry for you. " In fact, God is fair to everyone. I learned about you from the teacher. I came to talk to you today. I replied lazily, "I don't think so-do you think I can be saved?" He smiled and said, "Don't be so unconfident. Just open your heart and look at the front with pious eyes. It's not hopeless. I hope it's around the corner. It's up to you to pursue it yourself. " I smiled knowingly, and a warm current surged from my heart. I made a deal with him by high-fiving, and immediately there was laughter on campus, fluttering gently, feeling that the trees were so green and the flowers were so beautiful ... Since then, we have become inseparable friends, helping each other in their studies and making progress, and our grades are among the best in our class. Soon we became the focus of teachers' attention. I am very grateful to him. He enlightened me, let me find hope and let me know what to do next. I have never been so confident, because I found myself. Don't let the growing flowers be covered with self-enclosed dust, open your heart and let the warm spring breeze of friendship hold up our flying wings!
Pure peace is like water. Crops need rain and dew to moisten, and friendship needs sincere watering. Part of living in this world is for friendship. At least I think so.
Life is an undyed painting. Dyeing pens is a colorful friendship; At first, the soil was only black, dotted with colorful friendships.
Memory is not a bubble, how can it be easily broken,
There are several seasons when flowers bloom and fall.
Memories, once,
The road we walked together,
The songs we listened to together,
What we said together,
Those long shadows in the afterglow can't forget that beauty, that joy and that happiness.
In the past lush years, there were our footprints, and that wonderful time was not seen.
Leave pieces of memories in mature memories.
Once ran together on the bell of class, once reveled together …
I only heard the rain pattering and the sound stopped, as if you were in my ear, twittering, and that feeling was still familiar to us, but we were about to part. I said I liked the rain, which took our memories and washed away the sadness of parting. You said you liked the rain, which took our friendship and cleared away the loss of separation. Sitting on the windowsill, listening to the sound of the rain and falling slowly, I will let you go.
We are in the wind, in the rain, during the day, at night, in the meteor shower that everyone likes, in each other's innocent, bitter but sincere tears, in the years like water. Oh, we were.
I want to make friendship last longer, not a rare meteor or a hazy butterfly, but the longest friendship, like the intimacy between fish and water, which changes day and night.
I want to make the friendship stronger, and I can't provoke it because of a misunderstanding and embarrassment. Friendship is not the root and thorn of roses, it hurts others without even a trace of apology. After breeding a strong friendship, it will be transformed into love, which is the simplest friendship in the world. It's like a sacred object. With a spell, you can turn hostilities into friendship.
I want friendship to be gorgeous and simple, gorgeous and noble, simple and elegant, just like a holy lotus that emerges from the mud without dyeing. It doesn't need any fragrant words to praise it, nor does it need any melodious music to praise it. Its life is as moist and colorful as ever. I want friendship to be as long and colorful as changhong at sea. Like a white butterfly in the garden, there is no tie and concern; As relaxed as the sky in Liao Kuo; As gentle as the moon's ice wheel; As precious as summer rain and winter sun, it bathes people's hearts; Like sparse stars in the night sky; Like Shan Ye Rose, there is pride and attachment; Like a clean stream, indulgent but interesting. Friendship, the friendship I am looking forward to, can you do it? People's yearning for you means that you will last forever. Friendship, I hope you are as holy as lilies and shine forever!
Sincerely watering friendship flowers and crops needs rain and dew, and friendship needs sincere watering. -Inscription I met her at noon on a Sunday, and I helped in the store that day. She just bought two bags of salt from here, but soon came back, shouting, "Wrong number, wrong number!" " "I thought, you should have the wrong number. You didn't count just now. Although I tried not to say it, my face must be ugly. She put the money on the counter and said, "Two bags of salt are one yuan and sixty cents. I always give you five yuan, but you gave me eight yuan and forty cents. If everyone wants you to do business like this, it will be a big loss. "ah! I see. I gave her five yuan more change, and she actually came to refund the money. I was ashamed of what I thought just now, so I sincerely said thank you. She said, there is nothing to thank. The most important thing in life is honesty, not greed for petty gain. In chatting with her, I know that she and I are in the same school, the same grade, but in different classes. Looking at her drifting back, I know that a seed has quietly fallen into my heart. We were assigned to the same class when the second day of junior high school was divided into classes. Once in physical education class, I accidentally broke my arm, and the doctor suggested staying in bed. How to do this? What if I fall behind in my lessons? I strongly object to those who have always been competitive. At this time, she came and took the initiative to contract all my work: buying water and vegetables, washing dishes, making the bed and making quilts, and taking notes for me in class. She became my nanny and took good care of me. During that time, my mother was busy doing business and didn't have time to cook good food for me, so she often brought me steamed dumplings stuffed with meat, which was delicious. I really don't know what to do without her sincere help. When I get along with her, all my troubles will go with the wind and I feel particularly relaxed and happy. I know, that seed has begun to take root and sprout. We have known each other since then, and we have become good friends who talk about everything. When we have troubles, we will talk to each other; We will solve the problem together; We will share our success with each other. We are inseparable all day, like sisters, and our classmates call us "conjoined people". But after entering the third grade, I found that she talked less, her spirit was not so good, and her academic performance plummeted. Ask her why, but she won't say. After a period of observation, I know that she has a crush on a boy, but recently, that boy has fallen in love with another girl. I really want to give that boy a good beating, but reason tells me: I can't act rashly. I must spend more time with her, comfort her and pull her out of that quagmire as soon as possible. I said to her, "What's the nostalgia for such a fickle and ungrateful person? It's a pity to waste so much time on him. If it were me, I would forget all about him. I don't want to be a fool. " "What, you call me a fool?" "Yes, you are a complete fool!" Staring into her eyes, I said slowly. It really woke up the dreamer. She changed her old malaise and became fond of talking, laughing, singing and dancing again. Looking at her lively and cheerful appearance, I know that the flower of friendship that we poured with sincerity has finally blossomed. For the first time, I feel that time is pressing. When I was still intoxicated with the silver happiness of "thousands of miles of frozen snow in Wan Li" in the northern winter, when I was still immersed in the festive atmosphere of the first month of the New Year, when I was still immersed in the childishness of "two children don't guess", unconsciously, my youth had been wasted to 15 years old, that is, 7.5 years old. At this time, it has been less than five months since junior high school launched the general attack on the senior high school entrance examination.
On February 2nd, the dragon looked up. On this day, after a sumptuous dinner, my father, a "country teacher", said to me, "Son! Dad took the college entrance examination when he was older than you, and I was admitted to Changchun Institute of Geology. At that time, I was the pride of our village, but soon after receiving the admission notice, the Cultural Revolution began, the university closed, and my university dream was shattered. That's a lifelong regret! " I listened quietly, and I found crystal tears in my father's eyes. He immediately casually chatted with Kan Kan, "Dad didn't catch up with the good time, you have to live up to it!"
After listening to my father's words, I woke up and seemed to have matured a lot. Yes! The college entrance examination is a final in life, and the senior high school entrance examination is a qualifier before the final. If you fail in the senior high school entrance examination, there is little hope for it. Really! For the first time in my life, I feel that time is pressing. I secretly made up my mind that in a short period of five months, I should cherish time like gold, study hard to make up for my shortcomings, and strive to win the life battle of the senior high school entrance examination. "Damn it!" When I shouted, my beard grew out.
It is better to retreat and build it, and let it go. Head hanging beam, thorn bite. Digging the wall to steal light, reflecting snow and gathering fireflies in summer. These deeds are my role models. In the early spring and February of the "present spring breeze", I started a "diligent" sprint with practical actions. Once, I conducted a "hard-working" activity in broad daylight before the power cut. I ran to the dark shed, poured some soybean oil into the soda bottle cap and lit a yellow oil lamp the size of soybean. Really study "Start a prairie fire" under the "single spark", I once naively thought that only by "working hard" in this metaphysical way can we achieve good results like Su Qin and Kuang Heng.
In this way, after five months of nightmare devil training, I realized that this was God's reward for hard work and inherited my father's high IQ DNA. I stood out in the village, scored 522 points in the senior high school entrance examination, and was ranked as the "flower exploration" in the county, becoming the top Chinese and composition scholar in the county. At that time, the market economy was still underdeveloped, and no one asked me to advertise.
Time is fair to everyone, no one can monopolize infinite time, no one can stop the passage of time, no one can stop the progress of the times. But the first time I felt pressed for time was in that new era. There are talents in all walks of life, each leading the way for several years. In my future life, I will cherish the pressing time, live a fiery life and embark on a bright future with passion. Chinese composition for the 2009 senior high school entrance examination-I want to go back to my childhood.
Childhood is a boat carrying countless happiness; Childhood is a sweet candy; Childhood is a beautiful secret garden. Childhood is such a familiar name. Inadvertently, I can't help but miss my colorful childhood. How I want to go back to my childhood!
Childhood, what a happy time; Childhood, what an unforgettable time; Childhood, what an interesting time. It is the only way for everyone, but not everyone's childhood is happy, but fortunately, my childhood is extremely happy. Now, I'm a little complaining about old time. He was so cruel that he walked through every corner quickly and let the shadow of his childhood quietly leave. Now I have to study, study and study again every day. I can't breathe because of the burden of study. In this life, maybe only study is left. I am so helpless. I want to go back to my childhood.
The memory of childhood cannot be erased. I know everything about my childhood. I can't forget my childhood. My childhood was naive.
I still remember that time, my mother went to the supermarket to buy some snacks, of course, the most delicious food in the world-ice cream. As soon as I saw it, I fell in love with it at first sight without blinking. Dancing, holding ice cream and getting a treasure, it's hopeless. I was about to deliver instant ice cream to my mouth when my mother stopped me. She said in a commanding tone, "It's almost time for dinner, so you are not allowed to eat ice cream." "Tick tock." Bean's big tears flowed down with my mother's refusal, and I was helpless. "I want to eat two or three bites. I must eat a big bowl of rice later, ok? My dear mother. " I begged while coquetry. "No is no, not a bite. You ignored my words. You are getting ridiculous. " My mother is not kind at all. After listening to her refusal, I never spoke again. I'm speechless. My throat seems to be blocked by something, and my eyes are full of tears. I just kept crying. No wonder, I was only six years old then. It was really a day in June, and the doll's face was always changing. "Don't cry, if you insist on eating, then I won't give you food." Mom finally loves me, she said. My tears dried up as soon as the sun came out. I immediately nodded in agreement and jumped for joy. I really missed a meal that day. For me when I was a child, ice cream was really a meal.
I was so naive in my childhood, so interesting in my childhood, and so confused in my childhood. I joked again and again when I was a child. I did stupid things when I was a child, but I was still very happy when I was a child and was welcomed by everyone. I want to go back to the happy time of my childhood, to the world without learning burden, to be happy forever and to be ignorant forever. Angel, angel, come on, let me have a taste! There is a meteor in the sky. I hope my wish will not be as empty as this meteor.
Time flies, dear teacher! I can't forget your inculcation and your kind eyes. From literacy to writing and counting, how much effort and sweat you have paid for us. Miss Zhou, do you remember? Once, I was unsuccessful in the "three good students" selection. On the way to school, I pouted and tears rolled in my eyes. When you saw me, you called me back to the office and said humorously, "Junbin, what's wrong with you?" Look, you can hang an oil bottle on your mouth! " "I still ignore you in a huff, but you are not angry. Instead, you gently touched my head and calmly said to me, "Are you angry because you didn't choose' Miyoshi'?" I didn't speak, tears rolled down like broken beads. You took out your handkerchief, wiped the tears from my cheeks, and kindly said, "Jun Bin, think about it. What is the ultimate purpose of our coming to school? Is it just to be a' three good students'? Your failure this time shows that you still have some shortcomings. As long as you work hard, the title of' three good students' will still fall on your head; Don't be discouraged, there are still opportunities. "Under your kind teaching, my heart suddenly enlightened, I corrected my learning attitude and achieved excellent results. Say, can I forget what you taught me? I can't forget it, dear students! I can't forget the time we spent together, and I can't forget the deep friendship between us. In the past six years, what wonderful years we have spent and how many ups and downs we have experienced. We used to struggle in the sea of knowledge and have fun on the flat playground. However, six years have passed, and we are about to break up. How can ability let oneself inner peace? That time, I felt sick and vomited in class. It was my classmate who extended a hand of friendship to me. Some people massage my back, some people scrub me, and some people fetch water to take me home after school. When mom took out a big apple to entertain you, you just said "thank you" and ran away. Ah, what a good classmate! You say, can I forget this brotherhood between us? Can't forget, lovely campus! I can't forget your energetic heroism. You are like a warm mother, feeding us with sweet milk and making us thrive. Every morning, you lovingly watch us walk into the campus. When you see us exercising on the playground one by one, you give us a charming smile. What is even more unforgettable is that in your warm embrace, we have gained knowledge, wisdom, practical ability and the truth of being a man. How many countries have trained useful talents in your arms? Among them are athletes, famous singers, and many future scientists, artists and engineers ... Can I not be proud of you? Can I bear to leave? One of the things that moved me the most.
The heavy snow raided the capital, which brought inconvenience to people's lives.
1 5, there was a heavy snow. That morning, I got up slowly. Snowflakes caught my eye and I looked out of the window. Snowflakes are floating quietly. Rows of pine trees carefully piled snowflakes on dense green branches and covered themselves with a white and light carpet. The thermostat in the community shows MINUS 18 degrees. I can't help shivering. "It's really cold today!"
Snow is still floating, like dandelions all over the sky, and like countless young and indescribable lives, shaking and rippling in the boundless sky. ...
In this quiet morning, everyone seems to be sleeping, but vaguely, I saw a figure, very short, I can't tell whether he is a man or a woman, but I just think he is very old, for no reason, like fifty or sixty years old. The old man swept the snow alone. He doesn't wear much and sweeps slowly. It seems that he is still sweating. Obviously, he is very tired. I didn't stay long. After a while, after breakfast, my mother and I went out to take part in snow sweeping. Soon, more people swept the snow, and everyone actively participated in the snow sweeping activities. People are talking about the old man with one voice. I was shocked-the old man is over 50 years old, but he still often takes part in voluntary labor. I couldn't help looking at the old man-he shoveled the snow hard and kept wiping his sweat. His face was red with cold, but he took off less and less. The old man persisted and didn't give up serving everyone because he was tired ... After a while, several children ran out to have a snowball fight. Just now, they managed to clean the roadside. Look, look, this snow, what should I do? "The two children stood there, afraid to say a word. When the old man saw it, he kept saying, "it's in the way, it's in the way, son, no, I'll sweep it again." Don't be too hard on them! "That night, after the meal, it was already more than nine o'clock. I leaned against the window and looked at the community. I can't help being surprised-the old man is still sweeping the snow. At this moment, I felt something strange in my heart, which spread all over my body instantly. In this silent night, almost no one noticed and no one knew. That night, I realized the spirit of the old man and learned how to be a man. ……
The next morning, a thin layer of snow fell on the swept path, but it didn't slip. I stood on the thin snow and looked at the snow melted by the sun, and I couldn't help thinking of the old man. Isn't that the old man's snow? He fell from the sky like snow, then turned into water, passed away silently, and nourished the earth with his own body ... shouldn't the spirit of the old man deserve our deep thought? I see-I think that old man taught me this. ...
Full score in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination-moving
When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly. I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving. For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant? A friend once wrote me this sentence: "We passed by, not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving. "Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touch around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot. There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere. Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; In ordinary days, receiving a small blessing, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, is also touching ... People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love. "The world of mortals sentient beings, sentient beings on earth. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched? What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart. Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful. When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless. Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life! One thing that moved me.
In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing I remember vividly. On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a roadside food stall to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer. Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! " After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again. It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily. Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life!