2. The process of growing up is to break the cocoon into a butterfly, struggling to shed all the youth and ugliness, shaking the light and beautiful wings in the sun, shining, slightly happy.
One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then, in a casual moment, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried so hard to forget.
When tomorrow becomes today, yesterday, and finally a day that is no longer important in memory, we suddenly find ourselves being pushed forward by time unconsciously. This is not the illusion that we are moving forward when we are in a stationary train and cross with adjacent trains, but that we really grow up on this matter and become another ourselves.
For a moment, we thought we had grown up. One day, we finally found that the meaning of growth is not only desire, but also courage and strength, as well as some necessary sacrifices.
No matter how strong you are, there will always be someone better than you. No matter how good you are, there will always be someone better than you. So don't refuse to learn new knowledge easily, because it is not others who refuse, but your own growth!
I hope it works for you!
2. The first poem about sunshine: the sunshine in the morning depends on laziness, and the white clouds render it like saying goodbye to the fatigue in the morning. How I want to sink into my eyes and blur last night's dream? The shadow of the morning light is soaked in the morning light, intoxicated in the gentle dream and moving safely. The morning sun is paved with a golden layer, and the distance is not like saying goodbye to dusk. The second part: the sunshine folds a bouquet of incense, picks a ray of sunshine to fill the gap with warmth, lets love wander around, quietly walks into your window, gently taps your heart, gently explores, and persistently looks for your hope. The wind gently shook the new green wicker, breaking a little vitality and taking away a little hope. Waiting for your field with your heart is waiting for you to enter this gentle harbor and this paradise shaped by love. Remember your cold face and your shy appearance. You are the most perfect goddess that I have been looking for through the window. Flowers lonely dark corridor looking for the faint light rising in the east, whether the fiery red face carries the hazy hope that you will become someone else's bride and walk into someone else's bridal chamber, but your pure and indifferent eyes, like the warmest sunshine in March, deeply touched my ignorant heart, leaving the deepest yearning for you to watch, but you finally disappeared on your shoulders in expectation, and the sunshine sprinkled lazily on me, listening to me, and the faint sadness dripped into my heart to calm down. The indelible feelings are rippling. Adolescence love disappeared like a meter of sunshine, but it left my lonely imagination. Part III: Enjoy the sunshine. Outside the window, the green grass is in bud, the buds are in bud and the branches are like Wolong. All these pleasing flowers and trees have experienced the bath of spring breeze, hot summer, withered autumn and cold winter, but they still thrive in order to enjoy the warmth brought by the sun and wash away all the troubles and boredom. Along the way, the middle of the river is full of charming and provocative flowers, emitting a refreshing fragrance. A happy crow lives in a towering tree. The arrival of new life has added a lot of warm atmosphere to this nest, but there is not a parent in the world who doesn't want to see his son become a phoenix. It is this that the mother crow saw the goose roaming leisurely in the water, which fascinated the mother crow and made her give birth to a child. I can't wait for my children to follow the little crow who can look forward to the embrace of the blue sky. I don't want parents to think that their children are not sensible and that their decisions have laid the foundation for their children's future. They cruelly pulled the little crow to the river. Tragedy happened. The crow struggled in the water several times and then slowly sank to the bottom. Perhaps what we feel from this little story is no longer that a father loves a mountain, but a mother loves a sea. It is the parents who unintentionally and cruelly ruined their children's ability to soar and held everything in their hands forever. The children are like puppet toys dragged by people or chess pieces at the mercy of others, and they are like a kite with tight threads. Even if children resist and discuss with their parents, they can surrender under the invisible mace every time, but they have no choice but to smile again in the face of the pressure of daily ranking. How high do you have to score in order to squeeze into the wooden bridge that hundreds of millions of people have to cross and reach the ivory tower smoothly? It is a wrong educational policy to pull out the seedlings and encourage them. Please let the broad seedlings regain their instinctive vitality. Without warm sunshine, the child's inner world is just a cold and hard heart, without the innocent, lively and carefree feeling that children should have in childhood. Give the mood a little light, use it to melt the indifferent heart and give it back to the child. The child's wings compose the blueprint of life, so that she (he) can soar again, pursue the best dream in her heart and find her ultimate foothold. Chapter 4: Trees and sunshine die when they wither, and my rebirth comes in your light.
The dawn of prosperity touches the eternal oath. I am a tree, a reborn green tree; And you are my eternal sunshine, watching on the long horizon.
On a hot afternoon, the earth wrote the meeting of trees and sunshine. At the last minute, I waited for hope. Chapter 5 A ray of sunshine in the morning is chilly in spring, but the crying of the sun is growing wildly. It is submerged in the wind, and the body dream curled up in April and spring can't be stretched. The wind is very cold, and the silent night wrinkles my heart. It is another sleepless night. Who let spring walk in impermanence, secretly collect a touch of warmth and plant the sun to escape from the invisible net and stay away from sadness? If it is not in the state,
-Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" 2. The sun and the moon shine on the earth. -"The Book of Songs, the Sun and the Moon" 3. Look at the sun and the moon and think about it.
-"The Book of Songs Xiongluo" 4. The low gold cup sparkles in the morning. -Su Shi's Huang Kui 5. It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.
-Li Shen's Compassion for Agriculture 6. The mountains are beautiful in the evening, and the flowers are fragrant in the spring breeze. -Du Fu's quatrains 7. Clouds and sunshine.
Sad and windy. -Cao Zhi's Miscellaneous Poems 8. The light in winter is bright and warm.
-Bai Juyi's Freedom 9. White sunlight is reflected on the side, light and elegant. -Chang Jian's "The Third Peak" 10, the sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sunrise.
-Han Yuefu Poetry 1 1 Xiangyang These beautiful days here have fascinated my old mountain! . -Wang Wei's Looking at the Han River 12, the setting sun is white and the tide rises all over the sky.
-Wang Wei's "Jixing Guizhou" 13, the stone is high and the card is north, and the sun stays. -Du Fu's "Ode to the Lord" 14, tomorrow will reflect the sky and the dew will cover it.
-Ruan Ji's Thirteen Love Poems 15, Yang Qingyaoling, Hefeng. -Ruan Ji's Thirteen Poems of Huai 16. The sun is not far away, and the moon leaves the Danyuan.
-Ruan Ji's Song of the Payer 17, four episodes of Chaoyun, scattered in the evening. -Ruan Ji's Thirteen Love Poems, 18, the mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river.
-Wang Zhihuan's stork house 19, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. -Li Shangyin's Le Garden Scenic Area' 20. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
-Wang Wei's "Climbing the Fortress" 2 1, from the north of Chonggang, the sun stays. -Du Fu's "Praise to the Lord" 22. Yin and yang are light, and autumn is full.
-Su Shi's "Li Yuan" 23, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. —— Wang Wei's "The next berth in Beibao Mountain" 24. The front door is full of sunshine and the snow is half court.
-Bai Juyi's "Early Spring is Things" 25. It's amazing to be near white sunlight, but it's not a blue cloud. -Bai Juyi's Addendum to the Initial Grant 26. The boat flies through the waves, and the iron horse shoots at the sun.
-Lu You's Wine on the River 27. In the middle of the sunset, I suddenly fell into turbulence. -Guo Wei "Looking at Wushan".
Do you want to write a poem about growing up in the sun?
A Raisin in the Sun
The sun shines through the window.
Through the new wooden lattice window
Shoot on the newly dyed ink
Bright, shiny; Shine, shine
We are a weak tree.
Grow up in the sun
Resist the torture of the wind and the sun
We are a winding stream.
Grow up in the sun
A cushion to withstand storms and dark clouds
We are a Zhang Mingliang rice paper.
Grow up in the sun
finally
Open your own freshness.
A Raisin in the Sun
We can do it.
4. Sunshine grows with me. The morning sunshine, with vitality, came in from the window, and the warmth blew into the house with the morning breeze.
The golden sunshine woke me up when I was asleep. In this way, year after year, day after day, the sunshine grew with me.
Every morning, I walk in the sun and come to school with a good mood. Sometimes, when something goes wrong, I feel depressed.
At this time, I always look up at the sky, charming sunshine, golden color, with vigorous spirit, which makes me suddenly angry and throw myself into my study. I like to bask in the sun and be caressed by it.
Every time I go out, I always like to take a walk in the sun. In this warm sunshine, I can stretch, run, be free and unrestrained, forget all my troubles and relax myself.
At this time, I feel like a sunny girl, growing up healthily. I-like a grass, absorbing nutrients in the sun, will become a towering tree, shading people and cooling off the heat.
I can't grow without sunshine, but sunshine makes me tolerant, cheerful and lively. I like walking and resting in the sun.
The sunshine is beautiful. I study and live in the sun and enjoy all the fun in the sun. The setting sun is beautiful, too, and half of it is flushed, like a ripe apple.
After a while, it emerged from the clouds and turned them red. After a while, it hid on the other side of the sky and shone to the sky. The sky is red as a burning flame.
Soon, the last ray of sunshine in the sky ended. I love sunshine, its vitality and vigor, its warmth and warmth, and its pleasant colors.
Sunshine makes me intoxicated, sunshine makes me grow, and beautiful sunshine will always accompany me-forever.
5. Poem about Sunshine Teenagers, Healthy Growth (1) "We Grow in the Sun" Author: Lv Xian rooster crows, children get up early.
Carrying schoolbags to school, we are good saplings of the motherland. Warm wind gently caressed my face, and the rising sun shone on me.
How proud I am that the red scarf is floating on my chest! Love learning and work. We are United and friendly as a family, which is a fine tradition-I have written it all down.
The teachers in the school are as amiable as my parents. They taught me knowledge and looked forward to growing up. Classmates are more like sisters and brothers. We study and play together.
The school is a big garden, as colorful as the ocean, with birds singing and dancing and butterflies dancing. We grow up happily in the sun. Today I am a sapling, and tomorrow I will shoulder the heavy responsibility of my motherland.
Study hard and make progress every day, and the future home will be more beautiful and prosperous! (B) "We grow up in the sun" Author: Deng Sunshine is so bright, the air is so fragrant, and our hearts are so broad! We grow up in the sun, our roads are getting wider and wider, our hearts are getting brighter and brighter, pigeons are flying in the blue sky, birds are singing beside willows, and our faces are raised. How happy we are! We grew up in the sunshine, our roads became more and more spacious, and our hearts became brighter and brighter (3) "Sunshine Boy" Author: Wang Zhigui 20 17 this spring, where peach blossoms were in full bloom, we made a wish with songs, red clouds floated in the distant sky, and our hearts flew away with winter beliefs. Life has changed color, so can we. Having sunshine and growing up with dreams in a beautiful campus, since we set sail, how can we be infatuated with the past life? How can an occasional cloud hide the warmth of the sun from us? That smiling face is our happy sunshine boy (4) Author of young chinese People: Only when the world breaks ground in autumn can grass enter spring? Only when we face the sun directly can the buds show colorful colors? Only after the storm, the seedlings can grow into towering trees only by flying high, the chicks can embrace the whole sky only by opening the fog, and the rising sun can conquer the world. They are never afraid of falling and failing, and never refuse unknown obstacles and difficulties. Grass, flowers, seedlings, chicks and the rising sun are all burning with blood and shouting flags. A passionate world will always remain young and beautiful. Dear child, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are your arteries. The Great Wall and territory are your blood.
Please keep your mind pure, don't let the ugliness of society pollute your eyes, and don't let the distortion of human nature pollute your soul; Don't let human greed pollute your enthusiastic teenagers. Remember to loosen the soil for the grass, fertilize the flowers, straighten the seedlings, give the birds a free sky and give heartfelt applause and praise to the rising sun. Only when you are pure in the pulse of blood vessels and surging in blood can the Chinese nation flourish, China become strong and the country become rich and strong. Then China will be strong. This is the cry of a nation and a country. China teenagers, China teenagers stand in the East and warm the world (5) "Sunshine Boys" Author: Compaq, whether happy or sad, whether lucky or sad, has become an unchangeable reality. Although fate is ill-fated, life goes on. The sunset in the evening dyed the sky red. Teacher Bai, who came towards me, saw the warm light falling on me and smiled at me and said, your body is full of sunshine. Life should be full of sunshine. This is a day of smiles and smiles. Why not live a little more freely?