(1) "I will understand tomorrow. There are so many tomorrows. Don't do it today, when will you do it? " Yes, the swallows have gone, and there will be time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. Our days are gone forever. Do not seize today, always look forward to tomorrow, will luck wave to you?
We walked arm in arm on the way to the railway station silently, speechless to each other. How can a close friend who has been together for three years be willing to part suddenly? _ Oh, ask this river that flows eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? Everyone looked at each other with tears and infinite affection!
(3) Our teacher often quotes two poems by Su Shi, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, when instructing everyone to write, saying, "_ _ Looking horizontally, the mountains become peaks, and the distance is different _", emphasizing that exercise is the release of the mind and emotions, the writing methods should be eclectic, and the language should have personality.
The failure of another election threw my heart into the abyss. You know how much energy and time I have invested in these two elections. Why is God not good to me at all? When can I "_ be a golden brain and step on the clear autumn"!
(5) Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is in the sky. The full moon was set off by the halo of Huang Cancan. The moonlight covered the earth like a transparent gauze, and the breeze brushed my face, which could not help but arouse my homesickness: I have been away from my hometown for several years. How are my relatives in my hometown? I couldn't help crying. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." Dear, do you know the heart of an overseas traveler?
(6) By the lake, the graceful willow tree, with its slender leaves glowing with little green light, looks like a green gem from a distance, and the willow branches are no less attractive, soft and touching, like a charming beauty. This scene can really be described as "_ Jasper hangs down as a tapestry of countless strands of moss _".
(7) At the foot of the waterfall, it is very comfortable to hold the clear spring water. Looking up, the waterfall poured down, splashing, hitting the corner of the rock, splashing beautiful jade flowers. Looking at this beautiful waterfall, I can't help but think of the poem "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days". In front of this waterfall, there is no magnificent scenery of the waterfall in the poem, but there is also a spectacle of "flying down several cliffs and sighing flying flowers".
(8) In late autumn, the plane leaves on campus turn yellow, sometimes like swinging, fluttering leisurely; Sometimes it is like a parachute, tottering; Sometimes like a flock of swallows, flying freely ... how poetic! The ground is like a wide golden blanket. Looking at this scene, I can't help reciting Gong Zizhen's poem: "_ Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more."
"。 Although this fallen leaf is not the "falling red" in spring, it has the persistence of "falling red", unlike our teacher Feng?
(9) Mei has been praised by people since ancient times. There are countless poems written by the ancient Kwame Mei. "There are several plums in the _ _ horn, and the cold ling opens alone, knowing far away that it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance" is an example. Mei's indomitable spirit of standing proudly in the snow is really touching.
(10) "_ _ Peach is full of rain, willow green with spring smoke. "Yes, dew was still hanging on the petals of the peach blossom last night, and other small flowers kept urging them to open quickly. Willow under the misty rain is green and clear. This scene is really refreshing!
(1 1) Yesterday afternoon, Teacher Zhang assigned a math thinking question. I can't figure it out after racking my brains at night. Just when I _ ran into the iron shoes and couldn't find a place, _ ",Dad came to give me a hand. A little dial, suddenly enlightened. It's really "_ there is no road to doubt, and there is another village on Liu 'an", so I quickly solved this problem.
(12) Teacher, do you still remember me-a "naughty boy" who made you make countless efforts and sweat. A wrinkle in the corner of your eye was born for me, and the silver hair on your head is a little white to me. "_ _ Spring silkworms die, and every night the candles and tears run out _", this poem is not a tribute to your dedication to burning yourself and illuminating others. Who else can you praise?
(13) Spring Rain, how many people praise you at all times and all over the world. "_ _ sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently _" This is a beautiful sentence that the great poet Du Fu described when you came to the world. You have come, like smoke, quietly, weeping willows spit out new buds under your comfort, bamboos are jointing under your moisture, and seedlings are shining under your bath. ...
(14)_ The wind blowing cold willows is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings some new information about digging, mixed with the smell of grass and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.
(15) The moon is about to set, and the stars are shining quietly again. Looking at the stars all over the sky, I can't help but think of what my father said to me during the day. Yes, "_ Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad." Dad, please rest assured that I won't let you down.
(16) On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was holding a sweet moon cake in my hand and staring at the bright moon. I couldn't help thinking of my cousin who was far away in Dalian, and silently prayed: "If I knew where my brother climbed, there would be one less person everywhere."
(17) War broke out again and again, and the restaurant "Wanghulou" was still full of feasts, singing and dancing, and singing girls posing. This is really "_ a strong woman in business doesn't know the hate of national subjugation, but she still sings" flowers in the back garden "across the river, and the dignitaries live a life of ecstasy. When will this occupied land be recovered?
(18) Grandpa's 70th birthday, and friends and relatives came to congratulate him. Everyone wished Grandpa "happiness as the East China Sea and longevity as the South Mountain", but Grandpa sighed: "_ _ to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night." I quickly stopped grandpa's words: "_ Frost leaves are redder than February flowers". Grandpa, your bones are stronger than those of young people. Grandpa smiled and touched my head: "Only you can be loquacious."