It rained for several days and the sky was gray. Sitting in the window downstairs, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a jasmine flower, which made my heart tremble like a lamp.
What a beautiful jasmine flower it is! Under the baptism of heavy rain, it stands proudly and does not bow to the wind and rain. A gust of wind blew it from side to side, as if it were going to break in the next second. But this is not the case. It is still like a soldier who will never fall, desperately fighting against disaster. The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the rain is still fierce. Next to the flowers and grass have fallen, but this jasmine flower stands upright, as if swearing to the storm: Come as you like, I am not afraid!
Looking at this jasmine flower, my eyes move from bottom to top. Suddenly, I saw its flowers! That strong and unyielding flower is white with a faint yellowish color. It is like a snow-white pearl ornament, dazzling, white and beautiful. It looks so cute under the impact of heavy rain. It does not give up life, even if the petals are washed away by the rainstorm, it will not leave the stem and fall to the ground. This flower seems to be the embodiment of a tenacious messenger, which can't be broken or defeated. I was shocked by what I saw. I can't believe my eyes.
Look, how brave those green leaves are! After the storm, they not only did not move, but were washed brighter and more beautiful. Every leaf can't hide bursts of green, which can be described as bright green. I can't help admiring their perseverance and endurance.
I can't help but feel heartbroken and look at this jasmine deeply. How tenacious it is and never give up! From flowers to leaves, she shows abundant vitality and vigorous vitality everywhere. I sigh for its indomitable spirit!
The rain finally stopped. In the chaotic field, how dazzling this jasmine flower is, and its strength and courage have made it a brilliant life. My heart is already pounding.
When I was growing up, there were always a bunch of eyes following me. Suddenly, I turned around and met those deep eyes. I only felt a quiver in my heart, so I seemed to be silent, caring in silence and moved in silence.
Four years old, that makes me sad. In front of the kindergarten, seemingly unintentionally, I carried my schoolbag and was led into the courtyard by the teacher. Turning around in the cold wind, I bumped into my father's eyes. Suddenly, when I was young, I felt a quiver in my heart, and a burst of sadness came to my mind, and the drops on the road came back to my eyes. My father took me to kindergarten by bike, day after day, without stopping. In the cold wind, he bent down and rode hard, and his hand holding the handlebar was red with cold. Every time he shakes it, he subconsciously holds the shed in the back seat with his hand, because I am curled up in the back seat. Before the red light, he got out of the car, poked my nose with his finger through the transparent curtain on the carport and gasped at me. When I was a child, I could vaguely feel the kindness and childlike interest in my eyes, stroking my nose silently, as if I wanted to detect the residual temperature left by my father's big hand.
When I was eight years old, I was awed and moved by that look. After the results came out, I excitedly showed off to my classmates, but I felt that the sharp eyes not far away were the same as mine. I turned my head gently and looked at those heavy and Lisu eyes, and the pride on my face was swept away. On the way back, there was silence. The sun will print two figures, one big and one small, on the ground, with my father in front and me behind. In every corner, my father's furtive glance gathered in my heart, only to feel a warmth in my heart, and I trembled unconsciously. Maybe this is silent love.
At the age of ten, those eyes let me go and let me feel silent encouragement. I plunged into the rain curtain in order to completely abandon my resentment and unhappiness. I don't know whether it is tears or rain dripping on my face, but the voice of quarreling with my friends during the day echoes in my ears. Tired of running, I squatted by the bench in the yard, waiting for the bright sky after the heavy rain. Inadvertently looking up, I met my father's eyes looking out from the balcony, and my attention was distracted by the acquiescence of love and doting. When I got home that day, my father didn't ask much. Before I fell asleep, he just looked at me through the door. When my eyes collided in the air, I smiled and my heart suddenly warmed up. I turned my head and my father smiled.
I stumbled on the road of growing up. When I am lonely and helpless, when I am happy and excited, those eyes always follow me and sprinkle the sunshine on the road. So, when I look back, I only feel my heart pounding and my eyes moist.
Let's seize this heartache and realize our dreams together.
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When I first saw the guzheng, I was fascinated by it. Autumn rain was falling outside the window that day, with a hint of sweetness and coolness of autumn. On TV, a woman in ancient costume lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, playing an instrument I had never seen before. Her fingers were motionless on several slender strings, but without any complicated gestures, she played the most elegant music. This music is sometimes like a few faint ink marks, elegant and beautiful, uncontroversial; Sometimes it is like a galloping horse, bold and vigorous, revealing a stream of blood and passion. However, no matter how many emotions and exciting melodies there are, this long black instrument always sits there in a calm and extraordinary posture, allowing the players to sway all kinds of emotions on it. My heart was immediately moved by the wonderful music and the quietness of musical instruments, as if I had suddenly been hit by something-yes, I was really moved.
I begged my mother to buy me this instrument and signed up for a training class. It turned out that it was called Zheng! In order to practice what I saw and heard that day, I began to practice day and night. I repeat the same movements on those thin strings day after day, playing a monotonous sound, which is far from what I saw on TV, but I am not discouraged. The strings are gradually worn out, broken, gone, new, and I can finally play a song on the piano with dignity. Playing "Fishing Boat Singing Late" explains the beauty of dismay when the sun sets, as well as the fright and tenacity of fishermen when they struggle with big winds and waves on several strings; Playing "Fighting Typhoon" used a variety of complex techniques and high-spirited tones to praise the Chinese nation's perseverance in fighting typhoon; Playing "Snow Mountain in the Spring Dawn" is like the whisper of the first clear spring in the mountains, which opens the first morning light on the snowy mountain in the plateau. The beauty is intoxicating. In this different beauty, I seem to find the true meaning of life, the beauty of nature. I am more addicted to guzheng, and I can always find my initial heart in its indifference and silence. It taught me to persist, let me realize the colorful and beautiful life, and let me learn to accumulate in silence and flourish in excitement. I love Zheng.
At the beginning, I was very excited and chose the guzheng, which taught me a lot. I love guzheng and will always carry it with me in the future, so that I can always find a warm feeling from it.
Sincere seventh grade composition 4 vanished, because the wind woke up; The moon rises because the sun sets; I smiled because I understood. I have learned that besides my parents, others are kind to me, and I have learned the selflessness of friendship. Because of her beauty, that smile made my heart beat
I didn't come to class that morning As soon as I arrived in the afternoon, she asked me for a notebook and carefully copied my morning notes. I looked at the pen that danced fast. In my eyes, it was like a beautiful angel, showing me her graceful dancing. The light shone on her face, and she wrote carefully with a faint smile on her face. That smile made my heart beat. The wind outside the window blows the leaves on the tree, and a yellow leaf falls down because of the power of the wind, like a beautiful yellow butterfly, spinning and spinning in the air. My heart is warm and I can't feel the cold outside the window at all.
I remember that everyone was eager for military training. I have drunk all the water, because I have asthma, and I can't live without water. After she knew it, she immediately gave me the water without saying anything. At that time, I thought she smiled beautifully, beautifully. That beautiful voice brought me back to reality.
She told me that she helped me copy my notes and gave me my notebook. At that time, she smiled sweetly, leaving two lovely dimples. That smile made my heart beat. The sun went down, leaving a watery red strawberry in the sky. The sun around is very red, spreading half the sky. I looked at the neat notes, like bundles of warm sunshine shining on me, warming my heart; They are like lovely elves. They used magic on me to make me feel uncomfortable no longer. I was deeply moved. At that moment, I felt I was the happiest girl in the world.
Bacon said, "Friendship doubles happiness and halves pain." I'm lucky to have a friend like her, and let me know what friendship is. I think I will cherish this friendship, cherish that smile that makes my heart beat.
Sincerely seventh grade composition 5 "pa! Bang! Hey! " The audience applauded, and all the teachers and students cast admiring eyes on me.
It was a sunny morning, birds were cheering for me and flowers were applauding for me. I stood under the flag-raising platform and began my first speech in my life
At the moment when all the teachers and students arrived at the flag-raising platform, I seemed to see the speechless expression when I stood on the platform, and heard the teachers and classmates say that I was not fluent in my speech and my voice was not good. I feel very regretful. Why should I agree to the task given to me by the teacher? Will it be okay if you don't promise? Now, I can't wait to run away from the flag-raising platform
Suddenly, the scene of that day came to my mind: it was cloudy and crows croaked in the sky, as if warning me not to agree to the teacher's request. The teacher walked quickly in front of me and told me that I would give a speech on the flag-raising platform next Monday, and I had to go on stage if I didn't write. The teacher said that I am the most courageous person in our class, so only I can do this task. At that time, I heard the teacher's praise for me and agreed confidently. Now I ...
My heart trembled when the host on the stage read my name. I thought: will I waste the teacher's trust in me At the thought of this, my feet didn't listen to me and trembled. Too late to flinch, I took the receiver with trembling hands and stood trembling on the stage. At this moment, I saw my Chinese teacher. She is wearing a red coat and a pair of high heels, holding a mobile phone and concentrating on video recording. She seems to know that I will succeed. So, I got up the courage to speak. Unexpectedly, I actually finished my speech fluently. Suddenly, the applause thundered and the opening scene appeared. At that moment, my heart was broken: fortunately, I didn't give up, otherwise I would have failed my Chinese teacher's trust in me.
If I hadn't tried, I wouldn't have succeeded; If you try, you may succeed. Obviously, I succeeded. Although this incident is very small, it makes me understand a lot of truth: the elders always care, love and trust us, and we can't live up to their care, love and trust. We should be brave enough to challenge ourselves and overcome psychological barriers. You will succeed only if you try, but you will never succeed if you don't try.
There are many past events, most of which have been forgotten by me. Like the smoke dispersed by the breeze, like the fog evaporated by the hot sun, it disappeared in my mind. Only a few small things are engraved in my heart for a long time.
I was not very gregarious when I was a child. I always quarrel with other children, and then I hide and sulk alone. It was I who found this little wild flower growing in the corner.
When I went to primary school, my depression increased day by day. I often sit against the wall for half a day, and only this little wild flower accompanies me.
One night, a sudden storm swept the whole city. Thunder roared outside the window, and the heavy rain fell on the ground intensively, making a "scratching" sound. In the room, I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, still thinking about my friend Xiao Wildflower.
I went to the window and saw that the little flower was almost swept away by the strong wind several times. But it still stood there, resisting the repeated blows of strong winds with its petite body. A drop of rain fell on it and tried to destroy it, but it held its head high and was not afraid of difficulties and blows. Thunder frightened it, rain attacked it, and the wind blew it, but it stood there like a hero without the slightest fear.
The next morning, I walked out of the house and saw the rain falling from it last night, which was particularly beautiful. At that moment, my heart beat.
There are always many difficulties and blows on the road of life. Some people are afraid of difficulties and choose to escape. Some people summon up courage to challenge difficulties. Naturally, those who escape will eventually be defeated; Those who bravely challenge difficulties will eventually overcome the storm and get a new life like that little flower.
In early spring, everything in the world began to wake up, and the earthy smell brought by the wind was intoxicating. On this sunny day, my father took his brother and sister to visit the newly-built Fengqi Lake scenic spot in the urban area.
As soon as we arrived at our destination, we jumped out of the car and lay on the grass to play. Suddenly, a flower jumped out of my sight: a few small leaves were attached to a long branch, holding up a pink flower ball. This plant is really mediocre! I snorted, picked up a branch on the ground, approached the flowers and began to do it.
I waved branches and whipped the branches of flowers and plants. Once, twice, three times ... after some tossing, I was exhausted and weak, but this flower still stood proudly on the hillside. The huge flowers are intact, but the skin on the branches is slightly tilted and swayed by the wind.
I pursed my lips a little unwilling. My brother suddenly came to this factory and poured the water gate full of bottles into it. "Tick-tock, tick-tock, the branches of flowers and plants are bent like a stretched bow, ready to go, shaking off the water drops on my body, and then standing as before. I crouched down and examined it carefully, only to find that the flower ball of this green leaf is composed of small flowers! Flowers are like little people hugging each other. It can be said that there is a spirit breeze of "don't abandon, don't give up". They are holding hands and dancing cheerful songs, showing their beautiful style to the fullest! Suddenly, a small drop of water on the petals flows to the branches through the gaps of several small flowers. I tore off the rough skin from the branches of flowers and plants and stroked the place where the water drops flowed back and forth with my hands. I feel the rapid pulse of flowers and plants and its exuberant vitality! I got up and took another look at the whole plant, and a feeling of heartache suddenly flowed all over my body.
When I got home, I recalled this flower again, and I couldn't help but realize a truth: no matter how weak and ugly my life is, as long as I try to bloom my beauty and strength, it will be enough to make people feel heart-pounding!
Sincerely 7 th grade composition 8 rain, quietly came.
The drizzle, like thousands of silver wires floating down from the sky, fell to the ground. I just looked out of the window and watched the ripples caused by the rain dripping in the low-lying ditch; Watch the rain drop on the budding flowers; Watching the rain fall on the eaves is like a beautiful bead curtain. Breeze blowing, rain oblique, can't wait to rush to vegetation and walls. Raindrops fall on the earth, as if to accompany a beautiful piece of music and pour out its feelings.
I have a very comfortable and refreshing feeling in my heart, which is cold. I think my impetuous and irritable mood was washed away by this "moist and silent" rain, washed away all the dust and troubles, and everything was clean.
Rain, gradually stopped talking to me about its cheerful mood. I couldn't restrain my active heart and went outside. After the rain cleared, the sun washed by the spring rain gently stroked my cheek, which was warm. The air with the unique smell of fragrant soil is refreshing and nourishing my lungs and throat. My heart hurts the Buddha in the boundless wilderness. The sky is as blue as washing, like a crystal clear sapphire. Several cotton-like white clouds are playing leisurely in the sky. The whole world has been washed away by rain, which is different from the past and everything is so brand-new.
Inadvertently, my thoughts fluctuated greatly and my heart was deeply shocked. That's because I saw beautiful flowers blooming after being washed by rain. I am very touched. Go over there. Look, it smells good. Raindrops touch the edge of delicate petals, and under the sunshine, crystal beads shine like diamonds, adding a bit of grace and temperament to it. It was clearly in the rain just now. I saw it was so fragile that a gust of wind blew it up! But now, it is so charming and moving. Under the breeze, like a graceful, charming and shy girl. I stood by and was deeply moved by its beauty and indomitable spirit in the wind and rain.
The road of life will not be smooth sailing, and everyone should be brave to face difficulties and obstacles. Such a rainy day, such heartache, engraved on the title page of my memory, a flower is so fearless in the face of danger. What reason do I have to back down? So, keep your feet on the ground and move towards your firm goal, and never give up when you encounter difficulties. The wind and rain will eventually stop. Temper, and you will eventually survive.
The flowers in rainy days are so strong that it hurts me!
My heart is broken. With a whistle, I breathed a sigh of relief and ran slowly. Facing the football lying quietly on the grass, I flew and the ball flew to the upper right corner of the goal. The net is shaking worse, and my heart is beating as violently as the net.
When I was a child, I sat on my grandfather's shoulder and watched my father play football. My father swung his thigh outside the penalty area and kicked the ball into the goal. Then he ran wildly and roared with open arms, which fascinated me. After my father's game, I boarded the football field and stood in front of the penalty spot. I'm a little nervous. This is my first penalty kick, and my heart is pounding. The sun released warm sunshine in distress and wanted to see a child kick a penalty. I went straight to the football, ran to the ball, took back my right leg and kicked it. Small sneakers make the ball roll smoothly on the ground. My father looked at me cheerfully, leaned slightly and let the ball into the door. I saw the net shaking and I knew the ball was in. My heart, which was still beating slightly before, suddenly gave off infinite energy. "Knock, knock ..." In this pounding heartbeat, I found the fun of football.
In a few years, he may be young, but he can take part in the competition. At the end of the game, we took a big lead. My brother won a penalty and he gave it to me. Let me shake the net first. The sun glowed lazily with golden light, dismissing the penalty that had nothing to do with the result of the game. The football lay on the penalty spot and rolled forward slightly under the breeze, as if to touch the net again. Under the gaze of a group of bosses, the nervous heartbeat came again. I looked at the goal that seemed to be specially made for the opposing goalkeeper and hesitated: if I kicked it to the left, it would be crooked, and if I kicked it to the lower right corner, he would block it with his shoes. When the whistle sounded, I hesitated to run up. At the moment I touched the ball, I didn't know where the football would fly. The ball flew out, and I was eager to see the net shake, but when I saw the ball pressed tightly under the opponent's goalkeeper and the quiet net, the energy of the heart that had been beating for a long time disappeared. At this time, I understood that only with firm confidence can we get a pounding heartbeat.
I have grown taller and run surprisingly fast, and I have grown into the main striker of our class. Our class was suppressed in the game for a long time. The other team attacked desperately, hoping to score. We defended desperately, looking for a chance to fight back. We all lost our strength. A ball came out of the crowd. I blocked the ball with my chest, pushed forward with my arch, and ran forward quickly. No one on the other side can catch up with me. I ran in the cheers of the audience. There is only one goalkeeper in front of me, and my heart is beating. I hope to see the net shaking. It's ten meters away from the goalkeeper. The right foot was thrown out and kicked. The ball roared into the goal. Tennis is shaking violently, just like my heart is boiling with blood. In the cheers of my teammates, I heard my own heartbeat.
After school, I continue to run on the court, because the net that can make my heart beat and represent success is waiting for me to break.
Stunning seventh-grade composition 10 "Nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it." Every time I see this sentence, it can bring me an inspiring touch and guide me to the future.
Knowing that it was an ordinary afternoon, in the world-famous tourist attractions, the stone wall was engraved with the spirit of the sentence: "Nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind." I stood in front of the stone wall, slightly speechless. Who carved it here? Did the person who carved it have the same experience as me?
High mountains and flowing water are hard to find a bosom friend. I not only like this piece of music, but also like its scene: Boya broke the piano for the first time. How beautiful, but the most beautiful scratch in the middle part is always not practiced well, and it pops up intermittently without underwater sound. If this work wins the prize, it will be brushed off in the preliminary selection. Why don't you change a tune? Anyway, the contest doesn't mean that you can only play this song. You just like its momentum and make you feel amazing and graceful in Youlong. I stopped practicing when I was discouraged. I picked up my cell phone and started playing. I accidentally turned to the photo album and saw a photo of Shi Bi and me. What does this sentence mean? Free translation means that you can overcome all the difficulties as long as you make up your mind, right? However, what is a "willing heart"? Do I count? In a blink of an eye, I looked at the guzheng abandoned by me and sat down to continue practicing.
I know the meaning of "where there is a will, there is a way". I did it, and the sound of the piano on the stage is the best proof. The dim light shone from the top of the platform and shone on Zheng's sea. It is so soft. The stress that spans two octaves leads to the whole song and brings people into the majestic mountains. The big string thunders to show the main scene, and the small string whispers like pearls, crisp and bright. I'm surprised to remember that the hardest part is over, right? The rest is the end of the overtone, right? Li Qing took everyone in the venue to the mountains and rivers, and Boya wandered around the broken piano. Piano sound constitutes an eternal picture under the art of light and shadow. Whatever the outcome, I know I won. I beat myself and became a real "man of heart"
The ten words "Nothing is difficult to a willing mind" are full of deep emotions, which converge into a clear outline and pride. This is the so-called epiphany, a heartstring that is inadvertently plucked. After many years, I think I will still say that sentence proudly, because it made me a real "man with a heart".