Sunshine is a familiar passion. At this time of the year, as the competition approaches, the arrival of training is inevitable. Facing the baptism of the sun, the water is sparkling and shining. The underwater training is active and intense, and the cool water silk overflows the skin, taking away the fidgety mood, leaving only a beating hot heart.
The whistle is loud and harsh, urging every dry heart. At the moment when the token was buried in the water, the noise of the world seemed to be cut off by the natural barrier of water. No summer irritability, no anxiety dominated by time. Only the rustle of water flows quietly in my ear. At this time, I can really feel that warm and flowing blood is released unscrupulously in my body.
Every time I set out, after hard work and fatigue, every inch of muscle breath unexpectedly made me feel really full. It is my determination and courage that keep me quiet, close my eyes and listen, and my chest beats obviously. He constantly re-exudes new strength again and again, making me strong, gritting my teeth, facing up to the front, and ignoring the unbearable exhaustion of body and mind. I believe that the next departure will be the best.
The time of the game is getting closer and closer day by day. The self-confidence in our hearts is also slowly filling and growing in training again and again. I will soon believe that in the field of flying youth, in the glittering waves, beautiful straight lines run forward under the cover of sunshine, and the face hidden under the waves, with abnormal seriousness and self-confidence, makes the body generate at its best and fly to the end.
At that time, the time was fixed at the moment when I hit the wall and lifted my mouth. That's my best work, which gives me warm youth.
The best work is 500 words, 2 fingertips touch the yellowed music, and the soft melody echoes in the ear. The finger that turned over the book stopped at the page of "Summer of Kijiro", when the music suddenly sounded and the past came to mind. ...
That summer, I was lucky enough to get a performance opportunity, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me as a novice piano player. I am so excited that I am determined to give the audience the best work.
Therefore, I spent a whole month practicing the piano and trying to practice my music better. It is no exaggeration to say that sound is like a "single cycle".
Finally looking forward to the performance.
It's my turn to go on stage, and the host has made a curtain call. I was shocked and rushed to the stage. Bow to the audience and sit on the piano.
The music echoed slowly over the concert hall, sometimes cheerful and sometimes melodious. While I was immersed in beautiful music, my finger slipped and I played the wrong note. I panicked and was anxious to correct it. But I didn't expect the more panic, the more wrong, and the music came to an abrupt end.
In the audience, if you sprinkle water into the hot oil pan, everyone will talk about it. I vaguely heard a sentence, "I am embarrassed to perform on stage." My nose is sore and my eyes are hot, and my tears are about to fall.
Just when I couldn't hold on, the words "I want to give the audience the best work" suddenly appeared in my heart, like sparks, and suddenly lit my burning grassland.
The tears in my eyes dried up instantly, paused, I put my hand on the keys again, the music started again, the audience slowly quieted down, and finally there was silence.
At the end of the song, I bowed to the audience again and walked off the stage with my head held high. Perhaps this piece of music is a failure in the eyes of others, but it is the best work in my heart. It taught me how to deal with the sudden uncertainty in my life, grow up in frustration and be confident. Teach me that hard work always pays off. ...
After the memories, I gently closed the music collection and sang the familiar Summer of Ju Chi Jean in the afternoon sun. This best work contains my best memories.
The best work is 500 words. It is often said that Sima Qian was innocently persecuted by inhuman people, and everyone looked at him piteously. However, he looks as usual, and he has written a shocking history. He was ridiculed by others for more than ten years, and all his bitter past gave him the best gift. And that masterpiece of countless blood and tears is that he has a clear conscience to himself and is also the best work in heaven, becoming a "historian's swan song, leaving Sao without rhyme."
I asked Mr. Historical Review what was the best work in his life? He said with a smile that this life is worthy of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." After all, he left, yes, he lived up to that dynasty, that's enough. He tried hard and shouted among drunken fans, but he was unable to save the great waves of history alone. The remaining pride and naivety have become the most eternal and best works delivered by this outstanding poet, with three unique works in his life and a sword of wine. He has been praised by later generations as "the poet is immortal" and is the first person to make a quatrain through the ages.
You were born as if you were the envy of the world, but overnight, you were attacked from abroad, but you resolutely gave up medicine and followed the literature, opened up a road for future generations with pens and knives, shouted for the people with blood, and awakened people's inner conscience with words. Those sleepless nights, those words directed at people's hearts, are that you are worthy of this nation. Death kissed your forehead and took him away, but left the best works to the world, becoming a great banner to guide future generations to move forward forever and revitalize China.
Everyone creates his best works in his own way, and the old man of time will carefully collect them and let them ferment slowly to brew a great nation, a powerful country and a vast world.
The best work is 500 words, 4 "Populus cathayensis with rain." Five-color new silk wrapped in brown. "Dragon Boat Festival, full of delicious zongzi, has just passed. Eating zongzi wrapped by my father reminds me of the unforgettable Dragon Boat Festival a few years ago.
Every Dragon Boat Festival, my father always sits on the balcony to make zongzi, and I will move a small bench to sit next to him and watch him roll the dark green zongzi leaves into an inverted cone, then wrap them with white glutinous rice, put condiments such as pork and mushrooms, and finally seal them and tie them with ropes. Dad always makes zongzi stuffed with mushrooms and pork, because I like zongzi stuffed with mushrooms and pork best. Seeing the lovely zongzi, I also clamored to make zongzi.
So I also picked up two leaves of Zongzi, imitated my father's appearance, rolled them into an inverted cone, and put stuffing on them. I spilled them all at once before sealing them. I left Zongye in frustration: "This is too difficult!" "When my father saw that I was depressed, he said to me,' When making zongzi, you should hold your hands tightly and don't leave gaps between the leaves, so that it won't leak out. "Do things strictly and meticulously, leaving no gaps." Then he picked up two zongzi leaves and showed them to me. I tried again. When I tied the rope, Zongzi seemed to be deliberately aimed at me and spilled it. I stamped my feet in anger and begged, "Dad, come and help me." But my father said, "Only by practicing in person can we gain more." I'm going to pick up zongzi leaves again, and it took me a lot of effort to wrap the first crooked zongzi, and my hands were tied with ropes.
After a busy morning, I finally wrapped three slightly clumsy zongzi.
Dad put a pot of zongzi in the pot. After a long time, delicious zongzi came out of the pot. I can't wait to open my own jiaozi. Although the shape is not so good, it tastes good. Has turned pale yellow glutinous rice, mixed with the fragrance of jiaozi leaves, mixed with pork and mushrooms. I can't help admiring: "It's delicious!"
Although the three zongzi are small, they are all my hard work and unremitting efforts. Although there have been failures and setbacks in the middle, Zongzi is not so small and exquisite, but it is also a little crooked. But at that time I still thought it was the best work.
The best works are 500 words and 5 strokes, elegant courtyard, a drop of ink and plain white paper. In the dream, orchids slowly fall and ripple on the green lake.
I strolled into the scholarly room and pushed open the scarlet door. The wind blew gently and brushed my hair. I looked at a small figure, sitting at the table, gently shaking his little head. The little girl is writing something seriously with a black brush in her hand. Looking inside, she is writing on the white paper with wide eyes. The ink stuck to her face, the tip of the pen trembled, the words were crooked, and it was almost impossible to see what was written. The sun shines on the book case and jade's face. She is too serious.
As soon as the picture turned, the rain fell with great momentum, scattered green leaves, and the rain dripped on the tiles, making beautiful notes. The girl sat beside the bookcase, her hair hanging down at both sides, the lamp on the table gave out a faint light, her hands spread out on the bookcase, her brush in her hand, and she wrote smoothly on the paper, stroking it with ink and washing pen from time to time, with gentle and slow movements, as if she were carving a beautiful work of art and writing elegantly. Each painting has its own unique charm, as magnificent as a flying dragon. The brush seems to have life in his hands, flowing freely and just right. Gradually, the rain stopped and the girl's work was over. The words "Preface to Lanting Collection" came into view, and the girl gently lifted it and silently appreciated it. The student showed a satisfied expression. She is so devoted that it seems that there is only her and that blank sheet of paper left in the world. She smiled happily and her eyes were full of joy and joy.
Everyone's life stage is not in others' eyes, but in their own hearts. We work hard not to gain recognition from others, but to broaden our horizons, minds and knowledge. From small to large, from small to large, words and pen and ink accompanied her childhood, which is her growth. I think this preface to Lanting Collection is a witness to her growth and her best work.
The best work is 500 words, 6 mountains and flowers are everywhere, and the handsome willows shake the sky, which is the best work in spring; The ink and wash are faint, and the silk and bamboo are rippling with thin strings, which is the best work of art; Golden Zun invites the bright moon, and the breeze dances deep in the forest, which is a masterpiece of leisure.
A bottle, a tripod, a pen and an ink; There were poems, dances and piano paintings in ancient times, and now there are Wen Quxi rituals; Qian Shan is the best. But I think that after sleeping and eating, there is no work to do.
Looking through everything, it is tangible graffiti without god, words without soul, and music without rhyme. At this moment, I am still empty, thinking about my best work. Mother said that having a pair of children at home is her best work; Father said "The Doctor's Skill and Mind" is his best work; For the younger brother who can't remember, building blocks is his masterpiece. What about me?
I always say that I want to do something in the best way, but I always let myself down first. Let go of what you are doing and see what you have done in the past. When did you not do your best and leave the years behind? And which time has it not been surpassed by a more forward-looking self?
There is no best, only better.
There is no best job, only actions with the best attitude.
People grow, and obstacles are long. We always think that our works are not good enough, or our skills are not exquisite enough, but we never think that our efforts and attitude are not enough to create our best works.
Now I finally realize that every work is the best. The corners of my mouth rose slightly, I picked up the pen in my hand, happily wrote the words "the best work" on the manuscript paper, and then gently drew a dash on the side where only I could see it.
I think I have started my best work.
Finally, I want to make a copy and copy the following sentence: the best works are still on the way to pursue.
The best work is 500 words of July light. I picked up the clearest one. After the afterglow, I hold the warmest light; Burning red leaves, I picked up the most vivid one; I picked a bunch of the most fragrant grass; In the long life, I choose the heaviest love.
Memories of the past, like the shadow of dusk, gradually melt into the night, but remain in my mind for a long time. It was New Year's Eve, and I walked aimlessly in the noisy street, looking for something I liked. Suddenly, I saw a furtive young figure, moving flexibly in the vast sea of people, and a silver light disappeared before my eyes. I was surprised, this is obviously a bright knife. I stepped up my pace and my eyes drifted to the man's footsteps.
Mo, I saw him walk past a middle-aged uncle, so I pretended to step on him carelessly. When he threw it at his uncle, he quickly cut a hole in his pocket with a knife and then skillfully cut out his wallet. The whole process was too fast and dazzling. After he succeeded, he stood up, patted the dust on his body and sincerely apologized to his uncle. Jane naively wrote that this is its natural protective color, and his uncle vowed never to use it again.
He smiled cunningly and followed a man to an alley. I quickly closed the phone page where I entered 1 10 and followed up. The goal this time is a child who can't control himself. The child was carrying a bag of things and walked to the depths of the alley alone. Parked in front of a tramp lying on the ground. He is in rags, but he is still clean.
Grandpa, I came to see you again! The child's immature voice sounded. The old man said nothing, but his muddy eyes were full of gratitude. The child opened the bag, took out the food box and gave it to the old man bite by bite. Perhaps this warm scene touched the young man's heart. He remembered that someone had helped him before, and his eyes were full of tears.
He turned and dialed the number: Hello, 1 10? I want to turn myself in.
A little touched, gathering the power to warm people's hearts, shining. In the transmission of love, we gain the strength to persist in doing good. This love is the best work they showed us when we were growing up.
The best works are 500 words, eight tall and straight, and the sunset melts into gold, all of which are works of nature. The brushwork is full of ink, and the back of the paper is the calligrapher's work. Singing three sighs is a musician's work. There are thousands of beautiful things in this world that are fascinating. But what is the best work?
The best works are unique. The texture of each plant has its own direction, and each snowflake flower has its own shape. Goethe said that it is difficult to find two identical leaves on a tree, and it is also difficult to find two people in a thousand people who are completely harmonious in their thoughts and feelings. As a limited part of the world, I firmly believe in my uniqueness and make that cluster of different fireworks. I am the best work!
The best works are full of souls. Good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are one in a million. Everyone has his own independent personality and thoughts. Some people are open-minded and don't like things, but they don't like themselves Others are so sad that lonely birds sing their sadness. As the old saying goes, the sky is grey and the earth is vast. Everyone has his own interests, so why think about it? Rich souls prolong the length of life and expand the width of life. The soul dominates a person's course, making him the best work.
The best works are constantly improved. The most poetic Danxia landform in China is that in the long years, after the impact of meteorites and the replacement of ice and fire, the plate movement revealed a reddish color. And thousands of famous sentences, after thousands of times of scrutiny, have the beautiful artistic conception of monks knocking at the door under the moon, and the spring breeze is green and popular in Jiang Nanan. No one is perfect, but we need to keep learning and growing, and carve ourselves with the meat cleaver of time. Where are the best of us? Best of all, we are constantly improving ourselves.
Please believe that you are the best work! In this world, let's take our own unique marks, constantly absorb the most essential ingredients between heaven and earth, and make ourselves the best works in this universe!
When I was a child of five or six years old, snuggling in your arms, I remember you once said to me, "You are my best work, the only one." I gradually fell asleep in your caress. I don't want to know when I really become another Tingting you.
You taught me to dress and fold quilts, and taught me to read and write. I grew up in your deep love in my childhood. You told me that girls must be clean, but when I look at you anxiously after playing with mud, you will only complain: "Whose is this little slacker?" Then take my hand and take me to take a shower. As far as I can remember, it seems that you seldom lose your temper with me, but mostly reason with me calmly. Wipe away the tears of regret for me, followed by a warm hug. You often say to me, "You have to believe in yourself. You will always be my pride, whether you are successful or not." Fortunately, I have been growing up with encouragement.
Later, I changed, covered with thorns, and stumbled in life. Even hurt you more than once. You frown, as if to bury your sadness in it. You just sigh, "This is just like me at that time, very good", and then there is an abrupt smile, as if to tell me that it doesn't matter. After the quarrel, you will send a long message "You are the best work", and you will always tell me this sentence. Although it is sometimes diluted in my disdain, it has really become an endless lamp in my darkness, warming my cold hearts one after another. Occasionally turn to the photos of you when you were young. We look so much alike that I am amazed. No wonder you always look at me and say, "You look as good as me, but you will definitely be more promising than me in the future." I just thought it was a joke before, but now I think about it, which is very meaningful. That is an adult's emotion for youth and full of expectations for his children.
The wind wrinkled a pool of spring water. I stood at the crossroads of time and looked back. You said I grew up step by step, you grew old slowly, and you were proud of having me. I also want to say to you: "At that moment, I have made up my mind to do your best and forever work."
The best work is 500 words 10. At that young age, her best work was a pig made of plasticine. When she stopped paying so much attention to little red flowers, her best work was a colorful hut painted with oil pastels; Wearing a red scarf, her best work turned into an excellent composition.
The sun shone through the window, and Huaying sat forward during the dinner. Gradually, she felt that all her best works were childish, and her mood was ridiculous when she showed them to her parents. Instead, she began to spare no effort to do her best and strive for perfection in everything.
I want to be different-but because I entered the rebellious period of youth like all my peers.
I have learned more and more knowledge, and I know more and more about the world. However, I have never found the best works. When there is no light, black and white things will turn gray.
She remembers her best work ever. However, the rubber pig has long been dried by time; Composition can't be found at any time; And that colorful hut, although it is faintly yellow under the cloak of the thief of time, still can't stop the light between the bright colors and the lovely brushstrokes.
Why are ordinary children's paintings always regarded as treasures? Only then did she seriously begin to recall: at that time, she was not in a hurry, not busy or slow, and only recorded her strange dreams one by one.
Oh, it turned out to be running too fast! Light can't find the entrance of time, and it can't inject soul into the "best".
As time goes on, she is growing. Perhaps the best works are still on the road, but run in with the sweat of youth and time, let it be put away and used to water the best works in the future. To our youth, that fearless face.
The best work is 500 words 1 1 In real life, nature creates works all the time. Tadpoles shed their tails and grow into frogs, which is her job. It is also her work that the caterpillar breaks the cocoon into a butterfly and realizes self-worth. Life is also being created all the time, and everyone is trying their best to complete their most perfect works.
Throughout history, it is generation after generation who have created many perfect works with their own wisdom, which has achieved today's human civilization: Qin Shihuang unified the six countries and completed a masterpiece in the history of China; Shang Yang's political reform benefited the society and left a book on the development of civilization for later generations. Although Beethoven suffered from ear diseases, he insisted on leaving perfect music works for mankind. Edison invented more than 1000 patents, each of which embodies his wisdom and efforts.
So, what is the best work? Einstein said: "The value of life should be judged by his contributions, not by his achievements." I think the best works are the best works if they can be left to the country, the people, the society and mankind.
How can I finish my best work? Carlisle said, "Genius is the ability to work endlessly." Geniuses spell like this, not to mention us? In the same example, Edison invented the electric light. Most importantly, he can work for 48 hours without sleep. Three years later, I finally chose bamboo as the wick, and realized his sentence, "Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% sweat." Not to mention Leonardo da Vinci, who practiced eggs for three years. "After a hard day, you can have a good sleep; If you work hard all your life, you can sit back and relax. " This is what he often says. To sum up, people who can get the best works can be described in one word-diligence. How to be diligent? We should lay a solid foundation for the future from now on.
"Where there is a genius, I will use other people's coffee time at work." The best works are obtained through hard work. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will certainly finish your best work.
The best work is 500 words 12. The wind blows the fleeting time like broken flowers, and hastily gathers the skirt of time.
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Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, elegant courtyard, stained with a drop of ink, rendering a plain white paper. In the dream, orchids slowly fall and ripple on the green lake.
I paced into the scholarly courtyard and pushed open the scarlet door. The wind blew gently and brushed my hair. I looked at a small figure, sitting at the table, with a small head swaying gently. She is writing something carefully with an ink pen. Looking closely, the little girl opened her eyes wide and concentrated on writing on white paper. The ink stuck to her face, the tip of the pen trembled, the words were crooked, and it was almost impossible to see what was written. The sun shines on the book case and on the jade face. She is too serious.
As soon as the picture turns, the rain falls with great momentum, knocking down the green leaves, and the rain "ticks" on the tiles, making wonderful notes. The girl sat beside the book case, her hair hanging down on both sides, the lamp in front of the table gave out a faint light, her hand was flat on the book case, and she wrote on the paper with a persistent brush, occasionally touching some ink, and her movements were gentle and slow, as if she had carved a beautiful and peerless work of art, with clear pronunciation and mellow voice, elegant and agile, and each stroke and painting had its unique charm and majestic momentum. Like a flying dragon, the brush seems to have life in his hands, running freely and just right. Gradually, the rain stopped and the girl's work was finished. What comes into view are four big characters "Preface to Lanting Collection". The girl lifted it gently and enjoyed it quietly. The student has a satisfied expression. She was so devoted, as if she and the blank sheet of paper were the only ones left in the world. She smiled happily, her eyes full of joy and joy.
Everyone's life stage is not in others' eyes, but in their own hearts. We try our best not to gain recognition from others, but to broaden our horizons, minds and knowledge. From a little girl to a girl, her childhood is accompanied by pen and ink, which is her growth. I think this Preface to Lanting is a witness to her growth and her best work.
The best work, 500 words 13 wind, is still so gentle, patting, circling and jumping among the leaves. It is such a soft and weak wind that shyly explores along the gap of the window. The silent page hidden in the corner of the table is lifted again and again by it, and the photos of Lao Huang flow out like this, with years and thoughts.
This is the only photo of my parents when they were young. According to my mother, my father sold the only hen in the family and drove dozens of miles to the county to take photos. Dad, who took a photo for the first time, wore a faded blue dress with a red line sewn on his cuffs, which was obvious. But this dress is clean and neat. In order to take pictures, he shaved his beard, and his short black hair and bright black eyes seemed to pierce the lens.
Mother stood beside him, like a tree seedling, leaning against the thick branches, looking so thin and lovely, and those two long braids danced gently with the breeze. The joy and excitement of uncovering flowed from her eyes, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise again until she could not see or feel the height. ...
In this way, a small, rough and square photo has strung together their decades. I have never seen such a shy, happy and beautiful photo of my parents except this photo. It turns out that after all the vicissitudes, a look back is actually the original appearance, the most touching and shocking time.
Suffering may quietly erase the face of youth, and quarreling may gradually smooth your mouth, but never forget that years will spread flowers for you, making you fragrant and unchangeable, like wine, making you feel like a silkworm chrysalis and feeling like silk.
A photo, a lifetime, a true feeling, a lifetime of no regrets, this is the best work left by the years.
The best work is 500 words, 14 full of moonlight, and I hold the clearest one; After sunset, I hold a wisp of the warmest; Burning red leaves, I picked up the most brilliant one; Sad grass, I picked a bunch of the most vivid; In the long life, I chose the heaviest love.
Memories of the past, like the shadows of the evening, gradually melted into the night, but that thing stayed in my mind for a long time. It was on New Year's Eve, and I walked aimlessly in the noisy street, looking for my favorite things. Suddenly, I saw a furtive young figure, moving flexibly in the vast sea of people, and a silver light flashed before my eyes and disappeared. I was surprised that it was a bright knife. I quickened my pace, and my eyes floated with that man's footsteps.
Mo, I saw him passing a middle-aged uncle, and he pretended to be careless. When he fell on his uncle, he quickly cut a hole in his pocket with a knife and then skillfully took out his wallet. The whole process is so rapid that it is dazzling. After he succeeded, he stood up, patted the dust on his body and sincerely apologized to his uncle. His innocent face is simply its natural protective color, and his uncle left swearing.
He smiled cunningly and followed another man to an alley. I quickly closed the mobile phone page I entered 1 10, and followed. The target this time is a helpless child. The child was carrying a bag of things and walked to the depths of the alley alone. Stopped in front of a tramp, who was lying on the ground, ragged, but clean.
"Grandpa, I'm coming to see you again!" The child's immature voice sounded. The old man said nothing, but his eyes were full of gratitude after vicissitudes. The child opened the bag, took out the food box and fed it to the old man bite by bite. Perhaps this warm scene touched the young man's heart, and he remembered that someone had helped him before, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He turned and dialed the number: "Hello, 1 10? I want to turn myself in. "
A little touched, gathering the power to warm people's hearts, shining. In the transmission of love, we gain the strength to persist in doing good. This love is the best work they have shown us on the road of growth.
The best work is 500 words 15 Su: people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. What is the best? The best meaning is unique, but is there really anything perfect in the world?
When I was a child, I liked writing. The characters contain countless people's joys and sorrows, countless famous mountains and rivers, or you didn't see how the water of the Yellow River moved into the sea and never returned, or you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, which is always fresh and elegant. The charm of the characters attracts me and infects me. Enthusiastic, my composition was often read as a model essay in primary school, but with the growth of my age, I found that my pen could not write touching stories and immersive beauty. I began to look for and want to write the best article.
Looking for many excellent compositions on the Internet, I found that the compositions lack their own charm, and it is not the best to imitate them blindly. I began to accumulate beautiful sentences and excellent paragraphs, but in the end, I found that although the words are beautiful, they have no real feelings and cannot be called the best. I began to pay attention to the things around me again, write down my feelings and try to capture the truest feelings. Do you think I can write the best article this time?
Actually, it's not. I always feel that something is missing. I can't help wondering, is there really the best article in the world? Can you find the best job or not?
There's a village where there's no road. I keep looking through my previous works and constantly reflect. I found that in fact, every article can be called the best work, and every article has its own unique highlights. Mao Mu once said: Look up at the starry sky and keep your feet on the ground. Those who only look up at the starry sky are doomed not to pay attention to whether they will step into the abyss next. I was just so persistent that I forgot that there are two sides to everything.
So, will this composition be the best work? In fact, in the process of constant pursuit and constant search, I have found my best work. Behind every extraordinary article is my constant writing and thinking, which has become my life wealth, and I think that is the best work.