My parents and I came to the beautiful West Lake. It was the first time I stood in the scenic West Lake, facing a scenic spot that has been circulating for thousands of years. We strolled by the West Lake, and the fringed Yang Liuzhi on the shore seemed to be the curtain of the West Lake. Duck Prophet in Spring, a group of black wild ducks are laughing on the sparkling lake, which is in harmony with Pagoda of Six Harmonies in the distance.
Because it was the 29th of 2008, not many people visited the West Lake, so we took a boat trip with several other foreign tourists. I'm sitting on a sculpture? In the cabin of the original ship, I looked at the different scenery in the lake, as if I were in a picturesque spring scene.
Perhaps it is because there are few people, my aunt's face is like ice in winter, and there is no smile, and my happy mood is dull. Looking at her expressionless face, I just sat there and couldn't even hear what she was saying. My mother whispered to me, "Aunt tour guide may not be well today, or she may be in a bad mood. It doesn't matter. Let's take our time. "
However, I always feel that there should be no such "failure" in the beautiful picture of the West Lake. At this moment, I really want to become the spirit of spring, awaken people like aunt tour guides with the enthusiasm of spring, melt their cold hearts, warm their "hibernating" smiles with warm warm air, make them laugh and make their hearts laugh! Let this beautiful paradise be more beautiful! In early spring and February, everything recovers.
I just want to become an elf to influence the shadow left by winter, so that all people can work and study happily with the breath of spring and make the world full of vitality. This is my spring wish.
2. Write a composition with good wishes as the theme. In early spring and February, everything revived and everything flourished.
My parents and I came to the beautiful West Lake. It was the first time I stood in the scenic West Lake, facing a scenic spot that has been circulating for thousands of years. We strolled by the West Lake, and the fringed Yang Liuzhi on the shore seemed to be the curtain of the West Lake. Duck Prophet in Spring, a group of black wild ducks are laughing on the sparkling lake, which is in harmony with Pagoda of Six Harmonies in the distance.
Because it was the 29th of 2008, not many people visited the West Lake, so we took a boat trip with several other foreign tourists. I'm sitting on a sculpture? In the cabin of the original ship, I looked at the different scenery in the lake, as if I were in a picturesque spring scene.
Perhaps it is because there are few people, my aunt's face is like ice in winter, and there is no smile, and my happy mood is dull. Looking at her expressionless face, I just sat there and couldn't even hear what she was saying. My mother whispered to me, "Aunt tour guide may not be well today, or she may be in a bad mood. It doesn't matter. Let's take our time. "
However, I always feel that there should be no such "failure" in the beautiful picture of the West Lake. At this moment, I really want to become the spirit of spring, awaken people like aunt tour guides with the enthusiasm of spring, melt their cold hearts, warm their "hibernating" smiles with warm warm air, make them laugh and make their hearts laugh! Let this beautiful paradise be more beautiful! In early spring and February, everything recovers.
I just want to become an elf to influence the shadow left by winter, so that all people can work and study happily with the breath of spring and make the world full of vitality. This is my spring wish.
3. Good Wish Composition I have a good wish since I was a child, that is, I can see and touch the real snow with my own eyes.
That snow was really beautiful. Snow-white clothes have different shapes of bodies: round, long, short, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat. Where it snows, there is joy.
Although the snow is very cold and icy, it can't restrain my eagerness for snow. When I saw some adults playing and skiing in the snow with their children on TV, I envied them very much.
My good wishes have also deepened involuntarily, 323133532363134313032313635333e 59b9e7ad9431333264623235, like. But I couldn't control my thirst for snow. Seeing the happy scene of children playing with snow on TV, I couldn't help turning off the TV and going out with some good partners to find some' bubbles'. We work together, and the two partners hold a big plastic bag together. I took the' foam' and ground it hard on the brick wall for a long time, and the bubbles on my hands also came out, but only a small part of the bag was ground.
But this loss can't resist my strong desire. I still keep grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding.
We can't wait to open the bag, holding the foam carefully and throwing it up one by one. A cool breeze blew head-on, and the snowflakes fluttered with the wind, suddenly showing a beautiful scene.
"wow! How beautiful! It's like snow! I was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery. Suddenly a belief came to my mind: study hard and go abroad to see the snow when I grow up. I look forward to the day when my good wishes come true.
Good wishes When I was a child, I had a wish to fly a spaceship and travel in space. In such a world, I am always full of curiosity.
I thought at that time: if only I could see the real sister Chang 'e, and if Wu Gang really cut down the laurel tree, it would be amazing. At that moment, I believed the myth.
I had a beautiful dream in the evening. I dreamed that a spaceship launched by Chang 'e flew towards me, and I flew over happily ... I suddenly woke up, and I couldn't sleep that night because that wish was waving to me, but I couldn't realize it.
Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: why don't I find some books to understand the content and Chang 'e? How amazing the spaceship is. In my imagination, the spaceship has a pair of invisible wings, a pointed triangular head and a pair of blinking robot eyes, as if to say to me, "Hello, I am a spaceship observing human life. Humans are the masters of the universe, and we should protect them. " There is a sharp and thin tail at the back. It's so cute! This has always been my wish! ! ! In reality, it is a very glorious thing to fly a spaceship into space, and it is also a glorious thing.
However, that's just a wish. Believe in yourself and study hard, and you will certainly accomplish and realize your dream. My best wishes to me, an ordinary member of all sentient beings, a real and ordinary person, with his own ideals, personality and pursuit.
I don't admire singers and movie stars now, and I don't appreciate the practice of "groupies" and "following the fashion", but I admire calligraphers and like people who have lofty aspirations and can pursue their goals persistently. I like green, and I love every plant, mountain and water in nature.
I admire the nobility of pine trees, the tenacity of grass and the tenacity of rocks, which can give me strength from them and urge me to move forward bravely. Life is a stage, from which we can see colorful life and experience the infinite fun of life.
The ideal of life determines the attitude towards life. Someone once said that "many people love chasing dreams", but this "dream" actually means desire.
Desire is like a target, and we are an arrow that wants to hit the bull's-eye. In order to pull the full bow, we must go all out and keep fighting for it. It is because of his wish that Edison can bring light to the world and Lei Feng can dedicate his life to the motherland and people.
Therefore, we can't live without wishes. For those who have no desire, it is like the spray in the sea, blowing in the wind, which is meaningless.
My wish is to become a calligrapher and let the pen in my hand interpret my "what my heart thinks, where my dream lies". In order to realize this long-awaited wish since I was a child, I began to learn to write calligraphy with Teacher Yang from the second grade of primary school.
At that time, I could only study calligraphy in my spare time and holidays, and most of my time was spent studying cultural knowledge. I remember a classmate laughing at me for being stupid and saying that calligraphy is out of date, and learning calligraphy is just a waste of time.
I was not crushed by their indifference. On the contrary, I am more interested in calligraphy. Unforgettable, I was praised by school leaders many times because of my good handwriting in high school; Thankfully, I won the first prize of hard pen calligraphy when I was a freshman.
I have never given up practicing calligraphy. Until now, I still insist on practicing calligraphy for one hour every day, and realize my wish with practical actions. I like sincerity and hate falsehood; I long for happiness, but I also accept sadness.
I have been happy and proud, but I am not arrogant; I have failed and suffered, but I am not pessimistic. I am not afraid of difficulties and setbacks.
I hope to use my persistence, my efforts, my hard work and my efforts to create my value and realize my wishes.
4. A wish, like a seed, can produce the most beautiful flowers when sown in the soil of the heart. A wish, like a stream, flows in the land of love, but it can water the green hope. A wish should be a long-term wish, it should be beautiful and good for others. It can also be about relatives, friends or strangers. The formation of this desire is mostly related to their unique life experiences. The wish of children in poor mountainous areas is to realize their dream of reading. The patient's wish is to restore health; The wish of good people is to help the weak; The desire of the brave is to challenge the limit; Students' wishes are to be admitted to an ideal university, children's wishes, old people's wishes ... Of course, I also have my wishes.
5. Write a 400-word composition with the theme of good wishes in winter. In spring, a hundred flowers blossom and compete for beauty; In summer, everywhere is full of vitality; In autumn, the golden breeze is refreshing, and there is a bumper harvest everywhere; Winter is snowy and pink as jade, which is my favorite season.
In winter, I like snow best, because learning can make the world beautiful, just like a girl wrapped in white. When it snows, crystal white snowflakes are flying all over the sky, flying around like dandelions and dancing with the wind. Just like a silver butterfly dancing from the sky to the world with the wind; It's like a girl dressed in white decorating the earth ... how beautiful, lovely and refreshing this scene is! After a heavy snow, every corner of the world became silvery white, which was particularly beautiful. On campus, there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.
The children had a snowball fight happily, and waves of cheerful laughter echoed in the campus. In the field, Snow Girl covered the crops with thick quilts and let them spend a wonderful winter in their sleep.
In the Woods, Snow Girl pressed on the bare branches and covered the trees with a layer of silver, so that the trees no longer looked bare and monotonous. On the road, Snow Girl lay quietly, making passers-by feel beautiful and comfortable in winter.
On the hillside, Snow Girl put a cotton-padded jacket on the hillside. From a distance, the hillside is crystal-clear and beautiful, shining in the sun.
In winter, the world becomes silvery white; Winter makes the world poetic. I like winter.
6. I have a good wish. The title of the 450 composition is I have a good wish. I have a beautiful wish since I was a child, that is, I can see and touch the real snow with my own eyes.
That snow was really beautiful. Snow-white clothes have different shapes of bodies: round, long, short, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat. Where it snows, there is joy.
Although the snow is very cold and icy, it can't restrain my eagerness for snow. When I saw some adults playing and skiing in the snow with their children on TV, I envied them very much.
My good wishes deepened involuntarily, as if I had carved words in my heart with a knife-"I must see and touch the real snow with my own eyes, I must!" But I couldn't control my thirst for snow. Seeing the happy scene of children playing with snow on TV, I couldn't help turning off the TV and going out with some good partners to find some' bubbles'. We work together, and the two partners hold a big plastic bag together. I took the' foam' and ground it hard on the brick wall for a long time, and the bubbles on my hands also came out, but only a small part of the bag was ground.
But this loss can't resist my strong desire. I still keep grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding.
We can't wait to open the bag, holding the foam carefully and throwing it up one by one. A cool breeze blew head-on, and the snowflakes fluttered with the wind, suddenly showing a beautiful scene.
"wow! How beautiful! It's like snow! I was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery. Suddenly a belief came to my mind: study hard and go abroad to see the snow when I grow up. I look forward to the day when my good wishes come true.
7. Write a 600-word composition with the theme of Good Expectation. Memory is tea and time is water. So this water will make this tea weaker and weaker. When this cup of tea is weak, I will pour it out, make a new one, and so on.
Expectation is to sit on the train and look out of the window. I heard that the scenery at the next stop was beautiful, so I craned my neck to look out. Unfortunately, the scenery is very average. The mood at this moment is called disappointment. However, when the train passed the platform and moved on, all the disappointments were put aside and gradually became memories. Memory is diluted by time. I will start new expectations.
Life is beautiful, and beauty can be expected. Expectation is beautiful. I don't know the result. Looking forward to reunion after parting, success after failure, happiness when sorrow, and possession when loss. Expectation is like a mast, raising the sail of life.
I am looking forward to seeing my friends again, but I am speechless. I thought they had changed and were not as naive as before. Maybe I've changed and become conservative and stubborn. At the moment when we realized the intersection, we found ourselves more unfamiliar and familiar. After an embarrassing minute, we said goodbye faintly. We walked away from each other and quietly looked back at the distant figure. I regret it. Why didn't I tell the truth in the first place? Why not? Even if everything has become yesterday, even if everything is different from before, I think I should try, because I am a friend. So all that remains is expectation. When can we meet again next time? Can I be blunt? Can they accept my sincerity? I don't know. I really don't know. I look forward to being as beautiful as the blue sky.
Looking forward to growing sturdily, I found that my troubles followed me. Looking back suddenly, ah! The schoolbag of Grade Two is so heavy that it may be an unshirkable responsibility. It may be the expectation of parents and teachers. Maybe this is the first fight in my life. If you expect tomorrow's harvest, you should sweat today. If you expect success tomorrow, you should challenge today's failure. If you don't believe in expectation, tears will be biased towards those who have the will, and the left shoulder will bear the bitterness of expectation, while the right shoulder will bear the sweetness of expectation. I may not know tomorrow, but I will pursue it in expectation.
Expectation is a kind of compensation, just like a pair of hands gently sewing up regret. Expectation is a struggle. It will take care of those who enjoy success. Expectation is a relief, just like the spring breeze blowing away the sadness between the eyebrows. Expectation is a kind of happiness. It will take you out of pain.
Perhaps the years have blown away the stack of diaries at the bedside, or perhaps time has diluted the memories of this cup of strong tea. I have already put aside all my regrets and disappointments. After turning this page gently, I will write down new expectations on a new page.
Life is beautiful, and beauty can be expected. Without knowing the result, expectation is beautiful. I will wait for my efforts and pursuit in the middle of the unknown expectation.
Expect. The eternal beauty of life.
8. Take the dream as the topic, no less than 600 words. I hope that in the future, mankind will weave dreams and hopes from generation to generation. Looking up at the sky, the stars twinkle with the whispers and pious prayers of ancestors; That dream is so real and so far away, because it is the eternal pursuit in the heart and the floating prosperity and fantasy in reality. The reality of imitating pigeons is to "fly and fly and stop at the muzzle"; The reality of the stream sings "decadent voice" in the crevices of the stone; The reality of the old horse is that "there is a whip shadow in front of me, and I only look down at my feet." They have long been trapped in the quagmire of reality, and their numb hearts have long given up the right to dream of looking at the horizon. So the wings of dreams floated away, and the shackles of reality were put around their necks. When I regained my reverie, I found that the dream was a star on the horizon, which never extinguished my hurried life. Reality is the land under your feet, down-to-earth, heavily recording the footprints of your journey. People can neither live in flashy dreams nor indulge in the noise of reality. On the road of life, we should plant dreams on the left and truth on the right, and collect and harvest hope at any time. Looking for the way of the ancients, I heard that Du Gongbu "is a peaceful building, and the poor in the world are also sheltered." It is Du Fu's greatest dream. Looking back, I heard Mr. Lu Xun sigh at the starry sky: "I send my heart to the cold star, and I recommend my blood to Xuanyuan", "My mind is so vast that I can hear thunder in a silent place". This is Mr. Lu's dream of "saving the country with a pen". Although disappointed with the reality, he didn't despair. The cry of hesitation aroused the rise and efforts of the Chinese people. Tracing back to the journey of the world, he greeted the magnificent with a broad mind and wrote the heaviness and responsibility of life with his dreams. Even though he was slaughtered by aborigines during his trip, the cruelty of reality did not weaken his dream. Later generations followed the trajectory of his dreams and went to the world. Looking back, I saw Martin Luther King's dream. The ugly and stubborn reality has hit this "dream catcher" again and again, but his dream embodies the justice and strength of all black people. Finally, because of his persistence, he bowed down at the feet of this great national warrior. I saw Xu Benyu's unpretentious smile again. He didn't pursue beautiful cars and BMW like his classmates, nor did he escape because of the imperfection of reality. Instead, he devoted his dream to teaching in remote areas. They are all powerful dream catchers in reality! Looking for the way through the ages, I look up at the stars in the sky. Dreams and reality meet in one's life. Let's embrace our dreams with the top gun of heaven and earth and write a beautiful chapter of real life with open-minded feelings! Finding a home for every dream When I was a child, I was always locked in the library by my parents. At that time, I hated this dark and serious atmosphere and couldn't breathe. I like the lazy and naive one best-after finishing all the homework, lying on the desk with a pencil bit, staring at the sky outside the window and watching the kite fly hard. With the pursuit of kite footprints, I no longer expect. I am a middle school student who is full of vigor and vitality in the youth campus. I don't bite my pen and eat jelly anymore. Every day, the study and life at two o'clock and one line hit my fantasy heart again and again. I'm a little careless. I fantasize about following the kite's flight path, running all the way. On the verge of catching up with the kite, the kite turned over 180 degrees and crossed the mountain of the senior high school entrance examination. There is my dream in the kite. I think the dream will continue in the kite? Why should I pursue my dream? Why did I lose my dream? The kite string was completely cut off last semester in senior one. It falls and lies in the embrace of the earth, warm and sleeping. I dreamed that I became the most dazzling kite flying in the air, chasing the wind and mourning with my dreams. The gibberish of youth gently awakened me, and then, I dusted myself off, combed my mood and continued to run. The lonely journey is boring, but it is necessary to break out. Is my dream still hanging in the sky above ten thousand people? "Hand in hand, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, look at the sky, look at the stars in a line, back to back, make a wish silently, and see if the stars in the distance can hear you. It will definitely come true." The empty campus suddenly sounded Jay's "Star Clear", and the melodious melody swayed into my heart. After a while, I hurried back to the classroom. Because I gave up my dream, I can cross the storm. Summon the dream of fate in the distance. Kites, like trains, take their dreams to one established post station after another, and find a home and warmth for every dream. I vaguely remember in my dream that when I was a child, two old locust trees in the east of the yard were our paradise. Their huge hollow trunks always show people the wind, frost, rain and snow that they support and encourage each other, just like two old people who have gone into flowers. They still have great vitality. But one of the locust trees was brutally cut down. I couldn't tell the anxiety after listening, and I couldn't dig a bird's nest with my children anymore ... I naively thought at that time. With the passage of time, the changes of years, my heart not only has a little girl selling matches, but also has a blue melancholy. When did the sky above us gradually stop being blue? Images reflected by the world keep flashing before my eyes: under clear skies, the earth is colorful, patches of trees are shaking in the morning fog, dew is shining on the green leaves, and tall trees stand between heaven and earth. Their crowns are dark green, like beautiful jadeite. They stretch the rhythm of the wind in silence and float freely in the sun like water ... But now I see the bustling traffic, the noise of pop music and the pull of the ground. Where there are birds, there is life. When I was a child, a few sparrows, a dozen sparrows or dozens of sparrows always gathered in groups and flew happily across the sky. But now even so.