1. A 400-word essay on my collection
Looking at the colorful collections of my classmates, and then looking at mine, I am not jealous, because my collections It means a lot to me, and it is the most precious thing in my heart.
Although this thing is ordinary and insignificant, it is just one of my calligraphy assignments, but it is my first calligraphy assignment. Without this first time, there would be no second time. , the third time, and even countless times; without this first time, I would not have aroused my strong interest in the art of calligraphy, so that I have fruitful calligraphy achievements; without this first time... In short, It is inseparable from my current calligraphy achievements. It is my first step into the door of calligraphy, and it also makes me have an indissoluble bond with calligraphy. What's more, I also developed an interesting habit because of it: every time I write, I have to read it first, so that I can calm down and practice calligraphy well, inherit Chinese culture for the motherland, and transfer calligraphy to the world. This art will be passed down forever! Whenever I get tired of practicing calligraphy, I just need to look at him and my irritable mood will calm down.
It inspires me to keep doing it. Of course, when I compare my current homework with it, I feel ridiculous. How could such ugly words be written by me? But I feel very proud.
Although it is now somewhat "disabled", I still hold it like a treasure and put it in a beautiful photo frame to prevent it from being "traumatized" again. I like it so much that every time guests come to my house, I always introduce it to everyone before doing anything else.
You ask me why I care about it so much? Hey, I can't help it. Who told me that all my calligraphy scores were caused by it? My Collection In my closet at home, there is a yellowed shirt hanging. It was not originally yellow, but it became an "old antique" because it was stored for too long.
This is no ordinary shirt, it embodies my mother’s endless love for me. Whenever I see it, I can't help but think of something that I will never forget.
When I was 9 years old, our family lived on the 13th floor of a high-rise building. One night, I suddenly had a high fever, and my father was on a business trip. In desperation, my mother took me to the hospital alone.
When you get to the hospital, you have to queue up to register, queue up for treatment, queue up to get medicine, queue up for puncture, and then there is a long period of time for the dialysis injection. By the time it was all over, it was already past 2 o'clock in the morning the next day. My mother, exhausted both physically and mentally, supported me and walked out of the hospital door.
The taxi took us to the door of our house. Looking at the tall building, I felt worried: The elevator stopped, how can we go upstairs? We live on such a high floor, how easy is it to walk up the stairs? But my mother made a quick decision and said, "I'll carry you upstairs." I firmly disagreed, but I felt dizzy after just two steps, so I had to let my mother carry me.
My mother was not very tired at first, and her pace was quite relaxed. But as time went by and the floors increased, I clearly felt that my mother was tired. In the quiet corridor, my mother's rough breathing was so clear.
Unconsciously, big beads of sweat oozed from my mother's forehead, and the white silk shirt on her body was also soaked with sweat. I know that it is a new shirt that my father bought for my mother. My mother likes that white shirt very much and is very careful in everything she does, for fear of getting it dirty.
At this time, she could no longer care about her shirt, so I reminded her: "Mom, you are tired, and your new shirt is also wet. Let's take a break before leaving!" Mom I didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, just go back and wash it." I lay on my mother's back, tears blurring my eyes.
My mother carried me to the 13th floor and carried me home. As soon as I entered the house, my mother didn't bother to rest. She hurriedly boiled water, prepared medicine, and urged me to take medicine.
After settling me in, she changed out of the shirt. I thought my mother would wash it right away, but my mother looked at the shirt for a long time. I asked doubtfully: "Mom, what's wrong with your shirt? Is it wrinkled?" My mother smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. , just iron it with an electric iron."
A few days later, I saw that my mother had not worn the washed and ironed shirt. When I asked, I found out that the shirt was hooked. There are so many strands, all caused by the zipper on my chest.
Since then, although my mother has never worn that shirt again, I often see her open the closet and touch it. I can see that my mother still loves this shirt.
Four years have passed and we have moved twice, but that shirt is still hanging in my closet. Every time I see it, I will think of what happened a few years ago, and I will deeply feel the greatness of maternal love, the warmth of family, and the value of family affection.
The white clouds are the collection of the blue sky, and their purity reveals the flawlessness of the blue sky; the stars are the collection of the night sky, and their twinkling reflect the light of the night sky; the waves are the collection of the sea, and the rolling waves contain the surging waves of the sea... I There are laughter and tears, persistence and strength, youthfulness and immaturity, bravery and strength in the collection of bits and pieces. I like to collect moods.
Sadness, joy, pain, sorrow, melancholy... various moods are like beating notes, low and high intertwined, composing beautiful melodies. Whenever the music plays, my mind will dance and go back to the past.
I like to collect touching things. A book, a song, a passage, a shot, or an action always moves me.
Every touch is connected together like pearls, gently bury this touch in your heart. I like to collect tranquility.
When night falls, sit in front of the window and count the stars in the sky. Each one shines like a diamond. All the noise seems to be covered by this light, and everything is immersed in tranquility. How comfortable it is to settle your mood in tranquility! I love collecting romance.
Under the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, gusts of wind pass by, and the petals rotate and dance, fluttering in the air. Looking from a distance, a beautiful cherry blossom rain is slowly falling. As a result, my heart followed the cherry blossom petals spinning in the air, and I experienced the tiny happiness rising rapidly in the air.
As time goes by, my collection becomes more and more, and my memories become thicker and thicker like a book. I like my collection because they bring me endless joy and endless reverie just like the flawless white clouds bring to the blue sky, the light the stars bring to the night sky, and the surging waves the waves bring to the sea.
There are thousands of flavors in the world, each flavor carries a different mood, and each flavor has a unique taste. Collect these flavors. 2. Composition: Collection of beauty, 600 words, first grade, urgent
Hello!
You can write about beautiful things or beautiful scenery happening around you, or you can write about the beautiful qualities of selfless devotees. In short, you can write about beautiful, enlightening and thought-provoking things.
For example
Collect the beauty in life
There are many kinds of beauty in life, such as: the beauty of scenery, the beauty of good people and good deeds, and the beauty of cultivating sentiments ...
The beauty of the scenery is given to us by nature. The West Lake has beautiful scenery and is known as the paradise on earth. Many literati and poets have left poems and famous sayings here. Su Dongpo's "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is better to wear light makeup and heavy makeup" is just right and describes the beauty of the West Lake. There are many scenic spots in the West Lake, including watching fish in Huagang, reflecting the moon in Three Pools, spring dawn on Su Causeway, remaining snow on Broken Bridge, sunset on Leifeng... I think the most beautiful thing is the remaining snow on Broken Bridge. In winter, the sun shines directly on one side of the bridge, making the scenery The snow has melted, and from a distance it looks like the bridge is broken, hence the name Broken Bridge with Remaining Snow.
The West Lake is beautiful and Huangshan Mountain is magnificent. Mount Huangshan, with an altitude of more than 1,800 meters, reaches straight into the sky. From time to time, clouds and smoke appear, as if you can touch the sky with your hand. Looking down from above, you can see an abyss and cliffs at your feet. It is incredible that pine trees of different shapes can grow on the steep rock walls. I was shocked by the strong vitality of the pine trees.
The beauty in life is not only the beauty of scenery, but also the beauty of emotions. During the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake, the Chinese People's Liberation Army risked their own lives and shuttled through the ruins and wreckage of constant aftershocks. Some struggled to dig out people with their hands broken, some tried every means to save people, and some heroically gave their lives. They are the most beautiful. People who donate bone marrow to cancer patients who are fighting death are beautiful. People who care for every plant and tree and don’t pick flowers randomly are also beautiful.
There are endless things to say and think about about the beauty in life, and these are all stored in the album of my memory.
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It’s a holiday, there are no classes, and my mind is at ease.
Only at this time can we sort out the books a little and sort out the inner turmoil during this period.
Open the diary, and the QQ number of the classmates is recorded on it. I vaguely remember that at that time I was eager to make friends. The wind secretly blew a green leaf in the diary. Looking at the clear roots and pointed corners of the green leaves, I suddenly felt that the leaves were very cute and full of life. I like to put some ordinary flowers, leaves, grass, or even a piece of paper with flowers printed on it in a thick book and make them into specimens.
I remember when I was very young, I liked to look up at the trees, or lower my head to look at the ground. Because I can see green, yellow, and red leaves on the trees, leaves falling on the ground, and many flowers on the roadside. When I see some strange or beautiful ones, I will carefully pick them off (pick them up), make them into specimens, and put them in my diary. When I have a lot of irritable emotions, I will take it out and look at it. When I was studying, I heard that four-leaf clovers were lucky clovers, so I spent a lot of time looking for them. In the end, I couldn't find them, but there were a lot more clovers in my diary. The clover is flattened and looks very ordinary, and ordinary is also a kind of beauty. The light red maple leaves were picked up when I left Guiyang. Watching it, I always feel a little disappointed, wondering if my friends over there are happy. A symmetrical and transparent leaf is a souvenir of my time in Yunnan, just like my friendship in Yunnan, pure and sweet, with a hint of happiness. Roses are evidence that I am in Sichuan now. They are red, like the enthusiasm of Sichuan friends, such as the spicy taste of hot pot. I have read books in many places and had friends from all over the world. Until now, I still feel that these specimens are my closest friends. Beside them, I can vent my emotions happily, and they always listen quietly; I can also sincerely praise their beauty, and they still listen modestly.
I like to collect beautiful things, which has formed a habit, but I will not use beautiful things. Some people say that just collecting things but not using them in life means you don’t know how to appreciate beauty. But I think you don’t need to know how to appreciate beauty. There is nothing wrong with collecting beauty. There are too few things worth collecting in life. If things are collected, you will slowly find that they are actually beautiful... 3. How to find articles collected in qq space
Collection in qq space article? Is it just a draft box? How to use the log draft box? 1. How to save a draft? During the process of writing and editing the log, you can use the "Save Draft" function.
Just click the "Save Draft" button to save the log currently being edited in the draft box. 2. How to read a saved draft? Two methods: a: During the process of writing and editing the log, click "Read Draft" to pull out the draft list and read the drafts in it.
b: Select the draft to be read from the draft box. Under the log category, click the draft box to read the draft.
3. How many drafts can be saved in the draft box? The draft box can save up to 20 drafts. 4. How should you use the draft box in the event of power outage, crash, network disconnection, program error and browser shutdown? When you encounter unexpected situations such as power outage, crash, network disconnection, program error and browser shutdown, etc., you can open the QQ space log page again. At this time, the system will prompt you whether to read the last time you logged in the sudden** * The system automatically saves the draft for you before the situation occurs.
If you still need this draft, you can select "OK" to read the automatically saved draft to avoid losses caused by *** emergencies. 5. Under what circumstances will it be impossible to save a draft? The draft box can save up to 20 drafts. If your draft box is full, you will not be able to save drafts.
At this time, you can clean up the draft box. After deleting unnecessary drafts, you can use the draft box function normally. 6. What is the difference between the current draft box and the previous draft box? The drafts in the draft box are now stored on the server, while the previous drafts were only stored on the local machine.
Now it can store 20 drafts, whereas before it could only store 1 draft. 7. I have saved the same journal twice. How many drafts should I save in the draft box? If you edit the same post and save it twice, only one draft will be saved in the draft box, and the saved draft will be the status of your last edited post.
Or do you mean Private Notebook? How to use Private Notepad? 1. What is a private notepad? Private Notepad is a new space application specially created for QQ space users to record personal secret content. Users record private content through private notes, which only they can see, and can speak freely and say things they do not want to be made public.
2. How to write a private note? Step 1: Click "Log" on the navigation bar. Step 2: Click the "Write Private Note" button that appears on the left. Step 3: Enter the editing page for writing private notes, and then you can write private notes.
3. What is the difference between ordinary diaries and private notes? The main difference between ordinary logs and private notes is: when you write ordinary logs, people who visit your space can see the contents of your ordinary log, but when you write private notes, only you can see them, and people who visit your space cannot see them. Arrived. Private notes meet the need to record some secret content. All recorded private notes are saved in private notes.
4. Can ordinary diaries and private notes be converted to each other? Normal diaries and private notes can be converted to each other. 1) Convert ordinary logs to private notes: In the main text of the log, click More and select "Go to Private Notes".
After the prompt box appears, click OK to confirm that the conversion is successful. 2) Convert private notes to ordinary notes: In the text of the private note, click "Convert to ordinary notes".
A prompt box will pop up. The default category is personal diary. You can select the log category and click OK to transfer successfully. 5. Private notes do not have the same functions as ordinary logs. Currently, private notes do not have the following functions of ordinary logs: 1) Classification (no classification) 2) Voting 3) Prohibit one-click reprinting 4) Eye-catching light 5) Use signature file 6) QQ show Bubble 6. What content or functions will be lost when ordinary logs are converted into private notes? After the ordinary log is converted into a private note, the eye-catching light and top effect will not be visible, and the signature file, number of comments, reading number effects, log source, and log link will not be visible.
If the log contains voting content, the voting results will be lost. When the ordinary log is converted into a private note, a prompt box will pop up to prompt whether to keep the comments. The comments can be kept or discarded. A maximum of 1 to 100 comments can be kept.
7. After exchanging ordinary logs and private notes, in what order will the converted logs (private notes) be sorted in the log (private notes) list? Whether a normal log is converted into a private note, or a private note is converted into a normal log, the converted log (private note) will automatically be compared with other logs (private notes) by default according to the original publication (save time) of the write log (write private note) Sort. 8. Will the saved private notes be displayed in QQ, information center, QQ alumni, etc.? After writing a private note and saving it, it will not be displayed in QQ, information center, QQ alumni, etc. It can only be viewed by the author through the private note in QQ space.
9. After converting the ordinary log into a private note, can guests still see my log in QQ, information center, etc.? cannot. After converting a normal log into a private note, when others see your converted log, it will be as if the log has been deleted, so don't worry.
10. After converting private notes into ordinary logs, can guests see my logs in QQ, information center, etc.? Converting a private note to a normal log means that this log was published according to the time when the private note was written and then modified at the conversion time. Therefore, if you set up log updates on QQ, the latest modifications to this log will be displayed.
Currently, the modified log is not supported in the information center, so it cannot be seen. Therefore, after converting from private to normal, notifications will be made in places that support displaying the latest modifications, and will not be displayed in places that do not support displaying the latest modifications.
11. Will writing private notes increase the love index of the space? Will deleting private notes reduce the love index of the space? The addition and deletion of private notes have nothing to do with the love index. Whether you write a private note or delete a private note, it will not increase or decrease the love index of the space. 12. Will others see the screenshots I take in private notes or the pictures I upload locally? Won't.
If you take a screenshot in a private notepad or upload a picture locally, the system will automatically save it to the private sticker album. The private sticker album is not open to the public by default. 4. "Collecting the Beauty of Life", a 600-word essay
Taste the elegance and beauty of nature; the beautiful moments scattered in the colorful youth and passionate feelings; passing you by in the falling world The stranger who left a landscape
Beginning: slightly
1. The spring breeze blowing by in the spring, the sparkling waves on the lake dotted with willows, the lingering friendship; The faint fragrance of the green camphor trees in summer reminds me of the chirping of cicadas in my ears. . . (You can expand it by yourself earlier, writing about autumn and winter, and then summarize that you are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, which in turn triggers your desire to collect, and use your camera to freeze the beautiful scenery)
2. Write about an incident that happened with the people around you. Summarize your joy at the wonderful episodes in your life with a touching story (from a relative or friend), and keep it in your diary, mind, or heart
3. You can write a harmonious and friendly scene with a stranger. , it can be inadvertent assistance, etc. (or it can also be assistance from all directions in the face of disaster, to highlight the beauty of harmony, a selfless and broad sentiment), also summarize and collect at the end of the paragraph that you are moved by it, and collect this kind of beauty that lingers around you. .
Ending: a little
From the shallower to the deeper, from the freezing of the picture to the collection of the soul (remember to ask questions from time to time)
I hope it will be helpful to you, myself conceived. 5. Beautiful Collection Composition
It’s holiday, there are no classes, and my mind is at ease. Only at this time can we sort out the books a little and sort out the inner turmoil during this period.
Open the diary, and the QQ number of the classmates is recorded on it. I vaguely remember that at that time I was eager to make friends. The wind secretly blew a green leaf in the diary. Looking at the clear roots and pointed corners of the green leaves, I suddenly felt that the leaves were very cute and full of life. I like to put some ordinary flowers, leaves, grass, or even a piece of paper with flowers printed on it in a thick book and make them into specimens.
I remember when I was very young, I liked to look up at the trees, or lower my head to look at the ground. Because I can see green, yellow, and red leaves on the trees, leaves falling on the ground, and many flowers on the roadside. When I see some strange or beautiful ones, I will carefully pick them off (pick them up), make them into specimens, and put them in my diary. When I have a lot of irritable emotions, I will take it out and look at it. When I was studying, I heard that four-leaf clovers were lucky clovers, so I spent a lot of time looking for them. In the end, I couldn't find them, but there were a lot more clovers in my diary. The clover is flattened and looks very ordinary, and ordinary is also a kind of beauty. The light red maple leaves were picked up when I left Guiyang. Watching it, I always feel a little disappointed, wondering if my friends over there are happy. A symmetrical and transparent leaf is a souvenir of my time in Yunnan, just like my friendship in Yunnan, pure and sweet, with a hint of happiness. Roses are evidence that I am in Sichuan now. They are red, like the enthusiasm of Sichuan friends, such as the spicy taste of hot pot. I have read books in many places and had friends from all over the world. Until now, I still feel that these specimens are my closest friends. Beside them, I can vent my emotions happily, and they always listen quietly; I can also sincerely praise their beauty, and they still listen modestly.
I like to collect beautiful things, which has formed a habit, but I will not use beautiful things. Some people say that just collecting things but not using them in life means you don’t know how to appreciate beauty. But I think you don’t need to know how to appreciate beauty. There is nothing wrong with collecting beauty. There are too few things worth collecting in life. If things are collected, you will slowly find that they are actually beautiful... 6. Please write an essay of about 400 words with the title of "Moved by Collection"
There are many things that moved me in my life, but there is one small, small thing that moved me so much.
It was a cold winter night. After watching TV, I couldn’t wait to get into bed and go to sleep. Suddenly, a knock on the door woke me up. I got up impatiently and opened the door. ah! It turns out that dad is back. Dad walked into the house in one step or another, smelling of alcohol all over his body. I quickly helped him sit down and brought him a cup of tea.
What is going on? What happened? There is a big question mark in my heart. Grandpa and grandma also woke up at this time. As soon as the grandfather came out, he grabbed his father and yelled: "You prodigal son, you still have the nerve to go home. As a father of two children, why don't you think about them? How much money can you make throughout the year and you still have to run away?" You went to gamble and came back drunk. How much life do you have? "What? Dad went to gamble again. My heart felt like being pricked by a needle. It hurt so much. Grandma kept shouting next to me. Produce him: "How many times have I told you, why are you so disobedient? Your father and I are old, but we don't expect you to honor us. We only hope that you can take care of your own home..." Grandma, don't cry, don't cry! Ugh..." But dad was yelling while he was drunk! "Can you take care of me? If you take care of me for one day, can you take care of me for the rest of my life? If your child doesn't have money, don't go to school. People of our generation have gone to work long ago at her age. I just don't have money. , I don’t want them to study as paupers, I don’t want them to--" "Ugh..." I ran into the room crying.
"If you don't let them read, fine! If you have the guts, I will let them go to school even if I sell my land. Little A, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid when I'm here."
I heard my grandfather’s words in the room, and a warm feeling spread throughout my body. Grandpa, my good grandpa, what can I do to repay you?
When school started, I paid the tuition with the money from my grandfather’s hard work and stepped into the middle school gate. I turned the emotion in my heart into motivation for learning. Don’t worry, Grandpa, I will definitely repay you with good grades. My gratitude is beyond words and I can only prove it with my actions.
Now I am in the examination room, feeling very emotional, a little panicked and worried. Grandpa, please give me a little more strength and help me!