Life, can I only be a pawn?
If I were a bird flying alone,
Fly from the sea to the snow-capped mountains,
Take the spray, send it out,
Take a snowflake and send it out.
If I were a small tree,
It roared into the sky,
Pick a wisp of rosy clouds and send them out,
Pick a star and send it out.
If I were a marigold,
Right in front of my desk, open all year round,
Leave a beam of sunshine,
Save it for a spring delivery.
However, can I only be a pawn?
I can only say to heaven:
God, I love you.
Imitate "Can I only be a pawn?"
2. Mom, can I only be a child? (imitating poetry)
Mom, can I only be a child?
If I were a bird,
Fly from the sea to the snow-capped mountains,
Hold the spray for you,
Hold a snowflake for you.
If I were a small tree,
He roared into the sky,
Pick a rosy cloud for you,
Choose a star for you.
If I were a marigold,
It's on your desk all year round,
Leave a beam of sunshine for you,
Save a spring for you.
However, I can only be a child.
I can only say to you every day: Mom, I love you.
3. 400 words for the fifth grade composition of primary school: Can I only be a child? I 10 years old, grade 4. I have a pair of bright eyes, which are the tallest in my class. However, I am also very naughty.
I went to my brother's house two days ago and found that my brother bought a beautiful mountain bike. My brother said this car would take two days, and I thought, you don't want me to ride it! Cheap!
After lunch, my brother went to his classmate's house to play. I feel like a duck to water, and I can't wait to push the car out. I felt very proud when I got into my new car! Some children looked at me enviously, and I felt more excited and rode faster.
Just when I was elated, I suddenly found a stone in front of me, and I didn't have time to brake. I fell to the ground with a bang, and I forgot the pain. I hurried to help the car. Oh, my God! The handle of the car was broken, so I pushed it back in despair.
I was scolded by my father when I got back, and I apologized to my brother. My brother forgave me.
This is me, a naughty boy.
4. Write a composition on the topic that I am a child of xx. 1 How to write it. I am a strong child. 1. I also want to draw all the windows on the earth, but I don't have a brush, so I can only find the light without a head.
Sometimes, the beautiful vision is not so charming, and all kinds of changes may lead to the opposite of the set goals. "If I were Sleeping in the Wind" describes the image of a teenager who is contrary to his original dream.
"The Story of Teddy Boy" said, "I feel like sleeping in the wind. I was born to fly and fell asleep in the wind when I was tired. I only stop once in my life, and that is my death. "
As the hidden line of the article, this sentence runs through the whole text, alluding to the yearning and intoxication of teenagers for inner freedom and inner world. The background of this paper is that parents mistakenly express their expectations of their sons by constantly putting pressure on their children.
It leads to teenagers' hopelessness in this world and their obsession with their inner world. The main idea of this paper is to talk about weaknesses, and this competition also requires daring to say their own shortcomings.
So I use the image of a teenager to represent the psychology of most teenagers seeking freedom under pressure. Through a teenager's dream, his heart was completely revealed.
A teenager, like a madman with a razor, hastily ended his life. Everything has become a beautiful world in my mind, and freedom is no longer a luxury I dream of.
Everything around me is not important. And he himself has become a longing for sleep in the wind, flying carefree in the sky without knowing why. What he saw in his eyes was that the loneliness and death of a teenager were not what he thought.
But to avoid the endless cowardice of this world. His life is like a paradise cinema. "If you don't go out for a walk, you will think that this is the world."
The world in which a teenager lives is just an intolerable world in his ideal. He always thinks that he is not strong enough, and weakness is his greatest weakness. When he woke up, he realized that life went on because of his weakness and what he thought was incompetence.
It is precisely because of his wandering and withdrawn character that he faces the world directly. The full text tells the meaning that "death is a minor operation, only cutting life, even leaving no wound, and the person after the operation is unusually calm".
As Yu Hua said, "Death is not a loss of life, but a departure from time." When you are unhappy, smile and look calmly.
There is a saying in Paris Lovers, "Smile when you want to cry." Instead of being a lonely person.
Flowers are doomed to wither. Time, carve a scratch on your body.
People should learn to be strong and be a strong child. Even if you know the end of your life, you should cover your eyes and greet all the coming misfortunes with your initial smile.
2. I am a child who loves to laugh. I am a girl who loves to laugh. Whenever, I will laugh. What a hearty smile, happy smile, inexplicable smile ... I followed closely. I will laugh at all ridiculous things, and this kind of laughter will often drag my classmates into the water, attract teachers' criticism, and then attract everyone to blame me for seducing them.
Once in an English class, the teacher taught two words: bus and must, and then let everyone read them. My deskmate couldn't pronounce correctly, so I couldn't help laughing because my tone was blunt and I heard "Dad is dead" and "Mom is dead".
The whole class also burst into laughter under my "leadership". The teacher repeatedly banned it, but he couldn't control it, so that he couldn't lecture. Finally, the whole class was scolded and punished.
The teacher took special care of me when I entered the office, but I was still immersed in what happened just now, and my thoughts suddenly fell to the ground. The teacher kept saying there, I was still thinking "Mom and Dad are dead". As a result, I snorted and laughed, and the English teacher almost didn't go crazy.
Back in class, everyone came to blame me for this culprit. Naturally, I did my duty and retorted confidently, "I love to laugh, and my mouth is on me. I laugh happily." .
Besides, did I make you laugh? I can't help myself. Why do you blame me? "Under this, the students were speechless, I laughed again, also calculate to celebrate what I just said. Come to think of it carefully, I like to laugh like death for two reasons: one is the inheritance of my parents.
Mom and dad are both people who love to laugh. As long as I can remember, I haven't seen them frown and unhappy. Their faces are always sunny, as if all the good things in the world happened to them, so I was born an authentic descendant. The second is the warmth and harmony of the family.
My parents never quarrel. They care about me. The smiles of three people build a happy and warm home, surrounded by laughter. I have no reason to be unhappy! Wherever I go, laughter follows me. I often don't see anyone. Smell me laugh first. Does everyone like to laugh, too? Then let's laugh until the end, because: smile, ten years old; In a good mood, troubles run.
Or in reality, I can be said to be a gentle, taciturn, lively and laughing girl. You can always see a sunny smile on your face.
Even if there is no hearty laughter, there are small dimples. Three years ago, she won the first prize in a children's piano competition. She finally smiled frankly, which was worse than the cheers of the whole audience.
Those envious eyes, all kinds of comforting words and unforgettable experiences are inevitably detected from her. In fact, getting this award is behind so much effort and the energy of everyone who has always supported her.
She won the third place in a calligraphy competition and now she can't forget it. Smile again.
During her 14 short life journey, there are many things that she will never forget. She also supports every moment with laughter.
Laugh it off. The first five years of primary school were smooth sailing.
But in the sixth grade, perhaps the pressure of study and parents' expectations made her become more and more silent. It is always difficult for her to fall asleep in the dead of night.
In the face of the scandal in the class, she thought about turning back many times. But she knew that she had got on the boat and would not start all over again.
"Why doesn't she go out for a walk now? Why do you always sit in front of the computer? " "Hey, who doesn't like her?" "Why did she do so badly in this exam?" She, facing these boring Analects of Confucius, has been walking with a smile.
Write a headline composition on the topic that I am not a child. I'm not a child anymore.
Level 6 | 600 words | Other
Time slipped away in a hurry somewhere I didn't notice. In this lost time, I found-I am no longer a child.
In my childhood memory, I often play hopscotch with my friends. When the stone was kicked into the last box, my mother told me to go home for dinner. Now, however, our partners are still there, but our hearts are full of sadness before leaving. Those innocent childhood memories are just the loss after the break. I'm not a child anymore.
In the first grade of primary school, I was criticized at school. When I get home, I can lie on that warm little bed and cry loudly, and there will be adults to comfort me. But now, no matter how painful my heart is, I won't cry like before. Gone are the days when I was carefree and spoiled for adults. I'm not a child anymore.
Looking at the original white composition paper full of black handwriting, I remembered the first time I wrote a composition. My mind has gradually matured, and I am no longer so naive as before. With the growth of age, my body has gradually grown up, and seeing a thing is no longer so superficial. I'm not a child anymore.
In memory, who is turning the windmill in the story and talking about our confusion willfully? The kindergarten built in memory is still full of people coming and going, and there has been no change because of our departure. Still the same as before. Only we have changed, and those lost days are gone forever. We are not children anymore.
Time is gone, childhood is gone. The lost days are gone forever, and we can only watch it rush to the distant horizon, but it can't be redeemed. We are all growing up, and the good times of childhood have quietly disappeared, leaving only memories. All this tells me the fact that I am no longer a child.
The clock ticked away and nothing could stop it. At this moment, yesterday's everything completely disappeared. Day after day, year after year, everything in childhood is gone.
"I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval", I found-I am no longer a child.
6. Write a 600-word composition saying that I am no longer a child. From then on, I was no longer lonely. The weather in the middle of winter is cold and dark, just like my mood at the moment.
I don't know when a light snow came from the sky and rustled on the ground, like something was broken, in my heart. The result of the final exam almost suffocated me.
I'm bored, I'm helpless! I obviously worked hard, but with a wave of God's huge hand, my efforts turned into disdain and ridicule, which was maximized and occupied the whole screen. Tomorrow is my birthday.
Every year, this has become a fate. The difference is that my exam results were earlier than it was born this year! Suddenly I feel that there is no spring, summer and autumn in life, only this cold winter ... out of the house and into the fields.
The snow here seems smaller than at home, and the sky is a little brighter than mom's eyes. I picked up a dead branch and danced like the wind, sweeping the snow in the air.
Snowflakes were not afraid, but still whirled and danced like butterflies, and finally fell to the ground. The ground is already a thin layer, white and soft, so that I can't bear to go any further for fear that it will destroy this clean and white world.
At the crease of the sleeve, a white angel floated. Is it snow? Gently fiddle with it, but there is no response; Look again, it's not a common hexagon.
It turned out to be a goose feather! A small "alternative". In the wind, it was lifted again and again, and it was put down again and again, silently without regrets.
"Gravity equals 9.8N/kg", and those complicated things flashed through my mind. Yes, because of gravity, it fell to the ground; Because of its otherness, it is lonely and friendless, and it is blown away by the wind.
But it seems to be very happy, without the humiliation of being teased by the wind and the loneliness of having no companions, and still stubbornly falls to the ground to find its own home. I could have caught it, but I didn't.
I chased it to see how this non-life life would end. It won't know that someone is watching it, but it still floats happily, falls silently, dances silently and laughs ... Finally, it stays in a clump of hay. Is this its final destination? I squatted down, gently picked it up and held it in my hand, like holding a priceless treasure.
"Come with me," I said to it gently. "Who let us meet in this snowstorm? It is also a friend in need. " I know, this year, this may be the only birthday present I received.
It is very light, almost weightless; But it is also very heavy, reminding me that people have gains and losses in their lives. We must be brave in facing difficulties and be optimistic in order to succeed. A goose feather, my birthday present-no, it's a gift of life! It flutters in my heart.
From then on, I was no longer lonely. With its company, I am no longer afraid of the wind and rain ahead. Full score reason ... This is a beautiful lyric prose about the scenery.
Cloudy and snowy weather, lonely and depressed mood, in the delicate and vivid article description of the little author, achieved the effect of blending scenes. The failure of the exam coincides with the arrival of the birthday, which can be described as "the intersection of sadness and joy", and because of the bad weather, this "happiness" is getting dimmer and dimmer.
However, an unexpected goose feather has become the turning point of the article, which finally makes the author walk out of loneliness, regain his confidence and make the article play a high-spirited melody. Goose feather and snowflake seem to be completely different, but the author links them together and becomes an opportunity for emotional turning point, with clever conception; Coupled with the delicate portrayal, people have to admire the author's ingenuity and writing skills.
The full text focuses on the topic from suppression to promotion, which fully shows the spirit of a student who is good at adjustment, brave in facing difficulties and high morale. It is a rare masterpiece in the examination room. A piece of goose feather is a gift of life. This gift is faith. Because of faith, we are no longer lonely. From then on, I am no longer confused. Everyone has his own book. The dim and brilliant theme depends on the author's mood.
I won't believe that a person will be dim or brilliant all his life. I just think everyone's book should have a chapter to record the turning point in life.
I often look through a book that belongs to me. Laughter and tears, success and failure, and the turning point of life constitute that meaningful chapter.
I got full marks in the first exam, and my father praised my efforts. Cooking for the first time didn't burn the rice. My mother praised my ability. The teacher praised me for successfully organizing the first class meeting. Ah, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and flower of life is brilliant.
However, life is not always smooth sailing. On a stormy night, there was no moon, and I was lying in bed, tears blurred my vision.
Why? Why do all the misfortunes come to me alone? I keep asking myself that. I remember it was a day when it never rains but it pours: my grandfather, who always loved me, suddenly left this world; Mother was admitted to the hospital because of sadness and illness; I was absent-minded in my studies, so I turned on a red light during the final exam.
Life seems to be gloomy in an instant, and the gloom for several days in a row is discovered by friends. Without much language, she simply said, "Facing misfortune, challenging it and overcoming it is a different kind of happiness." I read what she said.
As a result, all the misfortunes became insignificant, and I still lived as usual, and my life became moist again. The sky is not all blue and the clouds are not all white, but flower of life is always brilliant.
When I was a child, life made me understand what a habit is; When I grow up, I understand that people should learn to break habits. The alternation of failure and success makes me really realize that failure is the mother of success, and the fierce competition makes me see the reality of not advancing or retreating.
When my friend handed me a farewell guest book, I suddenly tasted the taste of separation ... Life is an encyclopedia, and as long as you read it carefully, you will certainly understand something. After experiencing the nourishment of happiness and the baptism of wind and rain, facing life, more should be in-depth thinking.
And the result of thinking is: I am no longer confused. From then on, I was no longer depressed. The cold wind can only destroy the body of the flower, but it can't destroy the will of the flower.
-Inscription autumn, arrival, unconsciously. The autumn of the soul has also arrived.
In the evening, sitting under the lamp reading, I can't help but feel depressed when I think of yesterday's bad English exam. Or out altogether.