1. Write an essay with the title "Looking up at the sky"
Listening to the breeze blowing towards me
Being happy like a child makes me feel happier
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Put deep emotions in my heart
Future happiness is like the ocean
The sparkling stars light up for me
With you cheering for me, my heart begins to soar
Flying into the sun in a hot air balloon
Under the starry sky of the summer night, the stars are shining. I walked by the lake, quietly looking at the beautiful starry sky, and fell into deep thought.
I know a little girl, she is lively and cute, but God is not kind to her. This little girl will not be able to walk when she is three years old, because her motor system was not very good when she was born. Although God doesn't like to be beautiful, many things can still be changed by oneself. So the little girl started therapy and exercise from an early age. There are many children who have this problem and have started treatment since they were young, but in the end they only lasted for a few years and couldn't persist anymore. Because the treatment process is very difficult, it requires very strong perseverance to get through it. But the only one who didn't give up was the little girl. She gritted her teeth and endured the unbearable pain and persevered. She is nine years old and has been in treatment since she was one. She endured eight years of pain! If she hadn't persisted then, she might not even be able to walk now!
When she was in elementary school, because her hands were not very good, she only got fifteen points in the first grade exam. However, she did not give up and insisted on practicing calligraphy every day, spending more time than others. . She got better day by day, and finally the little red flower she got was among the top three in the class. She was also named an outstanding young pioneer, and her score improved to the 90th percentile. The reason why she has achieved such success is because of her strong will and perseverance!
Looking at the deep blue and quiet sky, I understand: as long as we have strong will and perseverance, nothing can stump us. We will turn setbacks into stepping stones and move towards success step by step.
I raised my head
The sky was a deep blue
Very deep, very deep, very blue
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I watched for a long time
Covering my eyes with my hands and facing the sky with a smile
I raised my hands with a smile
From the finger Seeing in the cracks
Another piece of sky 2. Looking up at the sky, 600-word essay
[Looking up at the sky, 600-word essay] I remember when I was a child, I was a person who loved to walk with my head down. One day, I was walking on the street with my friend. He suddenly shook my hand while walking and said excitedly: Hey, look, look up at the sky. A 600-word essay. I looked up and followed the direction pointed by his finger, and for the first time I discovered that the sky turned out to be so beautiful, with dots of white clouds floating in the blue sky in different shapes, some like torn marshmallows, and some like deserts. The fine sand in the middle. The blue sky is the background, and the white clouds show off their figures unscrupulously on it. So beautiful! My friend was still chattering, but I was immersed in the beautiful scenery and couldn't help myself. I looked up for the first time and suddenly found that I had such a vast sky. How could I not be happy? From that time on, I had the habit of looking up at the sky.
I love to look at the sky and the sky with clouds. The sky without clouds is lonely, and it always shows a melancholy blue color. Clouds are partners of the sky. With them, the monotonous blue sky becomes full of vitality. The white clouds always bring me endless fantasies, imagining that I am a fairy, traveling between the blue sky and white clouds, carefree. Composition for the second grade of junior high school "Looking up to the sky 600 words composition".
I don’t like the night sky. It’s so dark that it makes people suddenly feel insecure and shudder in their hearts. I prefer to look at the clear sky, which is bright and has a sense of brightness and tranquility. I like the clear sky in summer best. The sun emits blazing light and burns the earth. At this time, the sun is alive and full of indescribable vitality, making the summer sky become full of vitality. The difference is the clear sky in winter. Although the sun is high, it is lifeless. The faint sunshine not only does not bring warmth to people, but instead makes the blue sky deserted, giving people a lifeless feeling. Perhaps because of this reason, I prefer summer and hate winter very much.
When I am alone, I always look at the sky. Perhaps this has become my habit. When looking up at the sky, my heart will feel very open and comfortable, like a child who has left home and found a home, and a warmth reaches my heart. 3. An essay about looking up at the sky
I can’t remember the first time I looked up at the sky, but I’ve never forgotten that wonderful feeling.
I seem to have always been fascinated by the sky, as if I can see the endless unknown realm in the sky very clearly, but I can't figure it out. Maybe it’s because I studied painting. I’m always interested in the unique symbols in the sky, and I always like to look up and explore the mysteries in the sky.
I like the sky, the ever-changing and colorful sky.
"Sister! Look, the sky is starting to change color again!" The little girl kept pointing to one end of the sky and shouted happily.
I replied lightly and looked in the direction her finger pointed. The originally light blue sky began to glow slightly red. It looks like it will soon be time for one of Sky's most exciting shows to perform.
We both kept our heads raised, our eyes fixed on the "stage", ready to be loyal audiences. Gradually, the sky turned from reddish to bright red, seeming to have a golden halo, surrounded by warm orange, and the first light blue on the horizon stubbornly did not leave, but merged with the deep red. , forming a faint light purple.
We look at the sky that we have seen thousands of times, but we are still not tired of it. The joy in our hearts can't help but overflow from the bottom of our hearts, smiling happily, enjoying the "service" of the sky, blowing The warm wind keeps counting the colors of the sky. What kind of unknown territory is there in the sky? Can it fascinate people, can it make people remember it for a long time and cannot forget it? In fact, in my opinion, life is like the sky. It is a stage where countless stories gather. What is changed and created every day... When I look up inadvertently again and again, I gradually become obsessed with the sky. I envy aerospace. Members can fly in the sky; they envy the birds that can fly freely in the sky; they also envy those who ride in the airplane and feel the vastness of the sky; they also envy the clouds in the sky, which grow up in the embrace of this wonderful sky. , It’s a pity that I grew up in the embrace of the earth, and the earth is my mother.
I often look at the sky, imagining that I am a white bird, flying in the sky, and using my powerful wings to write in the sky - I belong to the blue sky! "Sister! Pay attention, the sky is starting to change color again!" Just like that, another "stage play" quietly started in the sky... 4. Looking up at the sky composition
Looking up at the sky, there is a world full of wonders and unknowns.
I often imagine that a person is lying on the grass, the sky is blue, without a trace of clouds, what kind of blue it is! The blue is so clean and so thorough that it retains all the sadness and pain in the world, but what it shows is the rare happiness in the world. Why do you think the sky is so different when you were a child and how it is now? When I was a child, I had no worries, no thoughts, only a holy heart; no jealousy, no sadness, just a pair of eyes as clear as water; no greed, no sadness, but only a smile that was on my face all the time. .
When I looked at the sky at that time, I felt curious and suspicious. Why is the sky blue, why is there a trace of clouds, why are there the moon and the sun in the sky, why... these questions, now I recall When I woke up, I felt really funny, and I was surprised by the rich imagination. But when I recall carefully, the sky at that time was really blue, so blue... But now, I go to school every day facing the morning glow, and get out of school in the sunset. , spent the time surrounded by homework and urging, occasionally looking back at the sky, but it felt so strange, as if she was so far away that even if she flew for decades, she would not be able to see her true face. Occasionally I do my homework under the sky. The sky is still blue without a trace of cloud. It is exactly the same as when I was a child. Why did I feel that the sky was so close when I was a child, so close that I could touch it with my hand, but now, is it? Has it really changed? No, could it be... I thought about this question for a long time. I closed my eyes under the blue sky and cleared all the distracting thoughts in my heart. Suddenly, my eyes were bright, as if I was back in my childhood.
I understand! It's because the state of mind is different, maybe because we have grown up, maybe because we are mature, maybe because we are used to it, maybe... the sky is still so beautiful, there is still no cloud at all, and we have grown from that ignorant little dot to a mature person. A happy yet sad boy. Is this really the case? At first glance, maybe it is. At just 11 years old, my height has already increased to more than 1.5 meters, and my weight has increased to 70 kilograms. I am indeed not the little kid who likes to stare at the sky in a daze.
Now, I prefer to think alone and quietly facing the sky; now, I don’t like to hold a lot of bottles of sweet and sour drinks and drink them up to the sky. , I like to sit quietly on the grass, yearning to savor the taste of boiled water; now, I don’t like to play wantonly on the lawn with a lot of stuffed toys, but I prefer to hold a pen and paper under the sky. Write quietly; now I am madly in love with blue, the kind of blue that symbolizes depth and melancholy, rather than the kind of pink that symbolizes sweetness and little princess-likeness; now I... the world has not changed The sky has changed us. Postscript: If possible, I would abandon everything and follow the sky of my childhood. 5. Write an imaginary composition with the theme of looking up at the sky
The long sky has been poeticized by many poets and poets since ancient times. Since then, she has become synonymous with beauty. And those who often look up to her are romantic and simple.
However, today’s sky is heavy, and there is a cloud, which seems to be soaked in light ink, but there is no life at all. The Chinese New Year is almost here, and every household is very lively. They are holding banquets and visiting relatives and friends, and they seem to be very happy. On the way, the wind was very strong, and there was a smell unique to industrial areas, which was very uncomfortable.
I raised my head again. Actually, I don’t like looking up at the sky.
The jagged wires were densely distributed above the head, and there was no beauty in this sky no matter what. My eyes squeezed through the dense wires and looked towards the low sky. free? hehe! I smiled coldly.
Involuntarily, my nose felt sore. I don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been a long time anyway. My mother and I quarreled again. The root cause was that I failed the final exam. Maybe, that day, I shouldn't tell the truth. I foolishly thought that my mother had accepted my statement that "scores do not represent everything." Maybe the idea that "scores determine everything" has been deeply ingrained in parents' minds. I think only if you pass the exam well can you have a good year! This year’s Spring Festival, I can no longer enjoy it.
Suddenly I realized that I was still wearing a hat. I smiled bitterly and my heart went cold. Take off your hat and continue walking lonely in the wind. I know that no matter how I go, I can't escape this world.
Unknowingly, I came here again - this is my hometown. I lived here when I was a child, and later moved into the industrial area due to the need to expand the factory. And here, it was rented to a few friendly outsiders, but the second floor was not rented out. He quietly went up to the second floor and came to the computer desk.
I like it here very much, not only because there is no one here, but also because there are mountains behind it, a park and a chapel - the air here is fresh and the environment is beautiful. Also, there are many puppies here, and they always greet me with wagging tails so enthusiastically. I understand that my beautiful childhood memories are stored here - the sound of brisk footsteps, the sound of running water, and the hearty laughter. . Everything passed through my mind.
What I still remember most is that summer evening. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, and my heart was intoxicated under the sunset. The morning star quietly faded out, and the neighbors moved out their stools and gathered together to enjoy the cool air, talk and laugh. I also imitated the children in the textbook and simply counted stars with a few friends. Occasionally, when a plane flies over, it will always pass by a group of gulls and herons. I can't imagine how we were so surprised at that time.
But before I knew it, and I don’t know when, I no longer had the emotion to look at the sky, and just buried my head silently in the sea of ??books, even though it made me physically and mentally exhausted.
I know that I will never see such a beautiful sky again, whether here, in the industrial area, or in Renyansong. I just occasionally face the full moon and joke coldly with my classmates about the nonsense I never tire of saying: "The moon is so round tonight! Why is the moon so round? Because she is originally round." Haha, so cold.
The computer was turned on, and I was typing on the keyboard with my frozen hands - writing my truest self. Zhang Liangying's song "Sadness in G
Major" lingers in my ears, very sad. Involuntarily, there were ripples of sadness in my heart. I looked at the sky outside the window again and smiled. 6. An essay on the topic of looking up to the sky
Looking up to the sky Everyone faces a piece of sky, and everyone’s daily life is connected to this piece of sky.
There is such a sky in everyone's heart. It is not just a projection of the image of the sky in the eyes, but a completely different sky. The sky in the city is not so satisfactory. Without the faint reflection of the warm orange of the sun and the occasional embellishment of the stream of light hidden behind the rooftops in the distance, it would be almost pale, with a bit of monotonous gray.
I still remember the sky that my elders mentioned when I was a child, so clear and blue, so I created such a sky in my heart, clear, blue, vast, boundless... holding my heart tightly Surrounded, intoxicating. All I want to keep is my true self and my piece of heaven.
So I like to look at the sky. There is no limit, no reason, just an accidental rise.
In the field of vision, there is completely the undisguised sky. Occasionally, a few flying birds pass by, leaving a faint silhouette, leaving a few long-lasting bird calls filling my ears... What flows in the air is the ever-changing white, flawless and clear but not dazzling, always escaping from its original appearance. , coincide again, this kind of sky seems to be the beginning of everything. It does not belong to any color, but accommodates all colors, light and shadow, and can change any desired color.
Sometimes the sun playfully opens a small crack in the clouds, and the warm-toned beam of light points at the world under the sky, projecting layers of gray-tinged blue and sprinkling a few bright warm colors. It seems that I am searching subconsciously.
Under the layers of clouds, through the transparent mirror of the sky, I am looking for it vaguely and aimlessly, accompanied by various passing sounds. It's like the sky in my heart.
You can see the sunset and the pavilions near the water. When the golden sea water flows by, the clouds on the horizon slowly slide down... You can hear the flowing water on the small bridge, the whispering of swallows, and the broken sounds of crickets and insects in the grass. Thinking about it is like performing a piece of music, like a song telling... I know that the sky in my heart contains a world of mine, my own world. When I passed through the night after those empty days, the day after the sleepless night, when I looked up at the sky again, the past of my long-gone youth was just an occasional ripple in the flow of time, disappearing.
And I am no longer the same.
7. Write an essay with the title "Looking up at the blue sky", which should be more than 600 words
Looking up at the starry sky
The grain drying field at starry night exudes a faint fragrance, and the mountains in the distance and the mountains nearby The fields and small mountain villages are hazy, beautiful and quiet under the starlight. They are a haven for the soul away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Looking up, the stars hang very low and very close, as if you can hold three or five of them in your arms while standing on the top of the mountain. One or two owl hoots came from far away from the woods, distant and mysterious, as if they were singing to the lonely starry sky.
The starry sky is like a deep black iron pot with fried rice popsicles, covering my head, leaving me with nowhere to hide. The wheat straw piles beside the grain drying field were covered with colorful starlight. I lay on my back in the haystack with my head in my hands, staring into the dark night with my eyes open, looking at the dense stars in the sky. No matter how impetuous my mood was, I would eventually calm down. Gradually, I couldn't help but walk in the deep time and space tunnel. All the troubles in the world quietly disappeared at this moment, and I seemed to have forgotten my own existence. What was left behind was contemplation and silence that seemed to have frozen in time. The owl that endures loneliness adds pauses and periods to my thoughts from time to time.
Such a starry night reminds people of childhood. The starry sky in childhood is like a curious question from heaven. We open our clear eyes and search tenaciously. We firmly believe that one of the stars in the sky that connects with our hearts can be picked. That stubborn mood is like the eagerness of the grass buds in the mountains. Rain, dew and sunshine. Looking at the vast starry sky, the heart of childhood can't help but open up and have a close dialogue with the mysterious universe. We once pointed at the bright moon and chanted about Chang'e; looked at the vast Milky Way and recounted the joys and sorrows on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. The love story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl was sad and romantic, but it was an eternal topic for lovers in the world. Where can we find the seven fairies who have been with each other all their lives? Where is this pure friendship? And the flickering stars, could they be the fireworks of war, I hope they are just a blazing flame. Looking up at the stars, your thoughts travel through the vast and distant universe. You can't help but think of the sun, moon, stars, flowers, plants, trees, birds, animals, insects, fish, even humans, and even all tenacious lives.
Childhood dreams are gradually lost with the quietly changing years, but the beautiful starry sky remains the same. The thick night is like the papaya jelly in a cold drink shop, which seems turbid but transparent. The speckled stars are white sesame seeds embedded in the papaya jelly, deep and shallow. Listening to the sounds of nature under the silent sky, I feel that the boundless silence is also listening to my inner voice. I think of Bhaskar's famous saying: "The boundless silence makes me tremble." Yes! From the perspective of the entire universe, the earth, moon, Mars, even the sun, and the Milky Way may be just particles of dust floating in the vast universe. The sage said: There is no such thing as great or small. Facing the boundlessness of the universe and the beginning and end of time and space, when I withdraw my eyes and mind and look back at this small world, I see how insignificant the earth is and how insignificant human beings are, just like a drop of water in the ocean. A grain of sand is so small that it is frustrating, scary, and exciting. Human beings tend to forget their own insignificance. Why do humans who live on a speck of dust still have poverty, violence, massacres and wars? Why do people have to worry about missing a beautiful scenery because of trivial things? All this will become a thing of the past, only the starry sky is eternal.
My thoughts are like a soaring rocket swimming toward the depths of the sea of ??stars, throwing away the depression, anger, and troubles in my heart along the way, and gradually, gradually, sinking into the vast sea of ??stars. The shining stars are flying past me. I think that even if they are stars, they cannot expect as much light and heat as the sun, nor can they have the round and round appearance of the moon, but each star will last forever. Keeping its own position, it is dotted with colorful and brilliant starry sky. If a person has no selfish thoughts, he would rather be an ordinary star. Even if the starlight is weak and dim, it can still draw a breath of life on the edge of the dark woods like a firefly flying with light.
The deeper the night, the brighter the starry sky, and the more dazzling the starlight. Eternity can be studied, but who can predict the future? Asking about the vast universe, what it tells me is the concept of time and space that comes and goes without a trace and is boundless. From childhood to now, I have never counted the stars in the sky, nor can I figure out how the constellations are arranged. However, when the spacecraft flies to the dazzling Mars in a seven-month journey, it sends back messages from the distant Mars. I was stunned when I saw pictures of Gobi Desert and desert rocks. Human beings have longed for and explored the mysterious and beautiful starry sky since ancient times, and have paid many lives for it, such as John Thomas, Copernicus, Galileo, and the Challenger, etc. They have continued to do so without fear. So mankind finally set sail into space. Flying to Mars is not the distance from Beijing to Shanghai, nor is it the distance from the earth to the moon. The speed of my thoughts is accelerating, and it is difficult to travel through the universe with ease.
I haven’t been really touched by anything for a long time. Tonight, I was not only moved by the starry sky, but also shocked. It’s hard to describe what it feels like to be shocked by the starry sky. Lying on the starry wheat straw, I silently recited the poem "Looking up at the Starry Sky at Hargai" by Xi Chuan in my heart: "There is a mystery that you cannot control/you can only play the role of a bystander/allow yourself to the mysterious Power / signals from far away / sends light and penetrates your heart."
Whenever I look up at the stars, my thoughts are like a wild horse running wild, traveling through the vast and distant universe.
I have no sleep tonight. 8. A perfect composition on looking up at the stars
This is a letter written to you by a student two thousand years later.
I don’t know why I want to write to you. I only know that because of you, I understand a simple but profound truth: looking up at the stars, you must also be down-to-earth. I remember when I was a child, I accidentally touched a simple thread-bound book from the bottom of the bookshelf. This was my first "encounter" with you.
But this first time doesn't seem very wonderful, because I can't see any emotion on your dark face, only the harshness and coldness of "if you don't finish, you will die." At that time, I felt that you must not be a person with lofty ideals, and you must not be someone who looks up at the stars.
But in the end, I did not put down this book, but became increasingly attracted to it. "Everyone in the world loves one another, then the strong will not cling to the weak, and the many will not rob the few." - Every word in the book exudes a peculiar fragrance of rice.
So every time I turned the page of the book, I seemed to return to that troubled and troubled world where everyone "lost each other". In the vastness, I saw the old man riding a green ox outside the Great Wall slowly heading west, looking at the sky and chanting "Retreat after success, the way of heaven"; I also saw the elegant gentleman talking eloquently on the apricot altar, looking up to the sky and shouting "What can God say? What can God say?" I saw the prosperity of hundreds of schools of thought contending in Linzi Jixia Academy, and also saw the hermits singing on the Chu River, intoxicated with "alone communion with the spirit of heaven and earth."
Finally, I caught a glimpse of you. You did not choose to go into seclusion, nor did you want to engage in useless debates with others all day long.
You are just running around the land of China, appearing in the world as a traveler, running and shouting, saving the people from water and fire, and relieving the suffering of all peoples. "All the eggs in the world are like stones." You are so down-to-earth, and your steps are so solid and unyielding.
I finally understand that you are not incapable of looking up at the stars. Your stars are "the unity of the world." It's just that compared to the rest of the people who only know how to look up at the stars and can only create feeble slogans, you would rather practice your ideals down-to-earth and let "universal love" - ??your starry sky draw a more brilliant light.
So, you are always busy. You once traveled thousands of miles to lobby the King of Chu, and "nine times resisted Lu Ban's siege" to save the people of the Song Dynasty; you also ran around, "not attacking", "not happy", "not destined" and "not Confucian", for this purpose Practically put forward a real "cure" for these troubled times.
You look up at the stars, but never forget to keep your feet on the ground. Therefore, your footsteps never stop, and your footprints are all over the land of China.
And two thousand years later, when exaggeration and falsehood still exist in the world, your steps have become more solid and powerful. It turns out that your eyes are always looking up at the stars; it turns out that your feet have never left the earth! With black clothes, black hair, black eyes and a black face, you look at the stars and have your feet on the earth. You are like a black lightning, cutting through the sky and penetrating the sky, igniting an everlasting flame for the five mountains of Kyushu. ! Human beings need to look up at the stars, because without the shining of the stars, our road will not be successful.
However, when looking up at the stars, we must not forget to keep our feet on the ground and do something practical for others and society. After all, the beauty of the starry sky never belongs to the earth. Only by being down-to-earth can we reflect the splendor of the starry sky with every step we take.
Mozi, thank you for letting me understand this simple but profound truth, and thank you for giving me the most lasting power in my life. 9. Write an essay of 300-400 words with the title "Looking up at the stars." It must be concise and beautiful
Looking up at the stars is like a young child trying to uncover the mystery; looking up The starry sky is like the unforgettable dream of an ambitious young man; looking up at the starry sky is like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life and wants to relive the happy past; and I look up at the starry sky because I want to live endlessly under the long stars that carry my wishes. Reverie...... No, I opened the skylight of night again and let my thoughts wander at the end of the shooting stars. The stars are so bright, a kind of infinity? Is it dazzling? Or is it an infectious force? A star blinks like a lute half-hiding its face. It is they who blink out the exquisite clarity of the moon, it is they who blink out the boundlessness of the night sky, and it is they who blink out the first ray of sunlight that illuminates the darkness. . Their light is dotted among them. Although they are like a speck of dust in the vast night sky, they work hard just for "the stars to surround the moon." They are small, small, but they release the greatest light with all their strength. The journey carries too many wishes. I think that there must be too much sweat and tears hidden in these golden ripples that cannot be released. The shooting stars streaking across the sky are fleeting beauty, short-lived courage, and even more brilliant as the sun. When it desperately carries the wish to outline a rainbow, but has no idea that it will take a little bit of sweat from its own efforts after tomorrow's wind and rain to crystallize, so it droops quietly, and no sound is heard in the night sky.
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