Yearning for composition 1 I yearn for the blue sky, its mysterious blue, I want to become a white cloud and wander around it freely forever; I yearn for the sea and its magical blue. I want to be a small fish and swim happily in its arms forever. I yearn for the earth and its simple yellow color. I want to become a deer and run happily in its palm forever. I yearn for the deep forest and its quiet green. I want to be a bird and live on its branches forever. ...
What do I yearn for most? Yes, I long for freedom!
White clouds roam freely in the sky; Small fish can swim freely in the sea; The deer ran freely on the land in the palm of its hand; Birds can live freely on branches.
I long for freedom. They yearn for freedom like white clouds, small fish, deer and birds. Just like flowers blooming all over the mountains, no one will disturb its free life. It gives off a fragrance happily, which is the reward for its freedom.
I long for freedom. Living freely is my dream. The song "King Tai" is always loaded with my joy, anger, sadness and joy.
Free crying, free laughing and free happiness are all gifts given to me by freedom. Let freedom enrich my life and paint my life with gorgeous colors. Because life needs to be colorful!
If I am sad, I will cry loudly, crying out sadness and sadness!
If I am happy, I will laugh loudly and happily!
I love freedom, it gives me simple happiness!
I love freedom, it gives me a colorful life!
Freedom has given me happiness so generously. I long for freedom! Love nature!
When we were young, there were always many things we wanted to do in our young minds: to be a doctor and treat people who were troubled by diseases; Become a teacher and water the flowers of the motherland; To be an athlete and win glory for our motherland at the Olympic Games ... When we see many beautiful scenery in a book, we all want to witness it with our own eyes, even if it is only once. Just like me: I want to see the blue sea, the endless grassland and the magnificent Tiananmen Square ... At that time, our bright eyes revealed our inner yearning, and the seeds in our young hearts were budding and shining.
Now, however, things are different ...
Now, my heart may be tired, and I have forgotten this yearning mood. When friends invite me out to play, they always say they are not interested and don't want to go. But I may not even realize it myself. I have a faint excitement in my heart, that is, the mood of wanting to leave, so strong! When I looked at the photos sent by my friends when they were traveling, looked at the smiles on their faces, and looked at the beautiful scenery behind them that could not be described in words. Although there was no expression on my face, I just moved my mouth and seemed to want to say something, but I didn't say it. But from the feelings in my eyes, I knew that my heart was eager and envious. I really wanted to travel outside and see those beautiful things. Perhaps, at that moment, I seemed to understand that our childhood innocence and yearning mood still exist. ...
Yes, that childlike innocence, that yearning mood still exists. It's not that we lost this feeling, but that we have buried it deeply in our hearts, but we haven't found it yet. ...
Yearning for composition 3 "Sweating on the playground, the sound of reading is endless, the laughter between classmates ..." Everything in the legend is what I yearn for-junior high school life!
In the morning, facing the morning dew, facing the scorching sun, and welcoming a beautiful day with a faint smile on your mouth!
On the way to school, colorful butterflies stop on delicate flowers and suck delicious breakfast; The slender waist of the roadside sapling was blown stagger by last night's storm, just like a drunken little old man, dozed off in a daze.
When I came to the campus gate, several scattered students strolled on the campus path, listening to the sound of the wind and leaves. Look at the swaying of flowers and the madness of branches. ...
When I came to the corridor, the walls were covered with beautiful paintings. There are lifelike angels in the painting, playful and lovely Lori in the painting, and atrix crazy competition in the painting. ...
When I came to the classroom, quiet and tidy desks and advanced teaching equipment came into view.
At this time, some students came to the classroom early, leisurely took out a thick stack of notebooks and books from their schoolbags, took out paper and pens, and wrote "shuashua shua". Yes, it's morning self-study time.
A morning passed, and my eyes benefited a lot from the heavy study. Yes, that's right! My eyes are dry and astringent. In order to protect my eyes, the school radio rang with the singing of eye exercises. ...
The day flies, and school will be over in a blink of an eye. The sun shines on us through the cracks in the layers of green leaves. At this time, the sun seems to be the foil, because we are the representative of the sun, and the sunny smile is the best badge.
Quiet but lively, tired but happy, boring but sunny! This is my yearning for junior high school life!
Yearning for composition 4 "The sky is grey, the fields are vast, and the wind blows grass and cattle and sheep are low". I really want to enjoy the artistic conception described by the poet on the grassland!
Look at the blooming grassland, white clouds are floating in the blue sky; Listening to the familiar pastoral, singing the thoughts of the wind and grass. Ride a horse freely on the boundless grassland during the day to release your inner excitement; In the evening, I sat around the fire outside the finance room with enthusiastic Mongols, singing and dancing heartily. This is the grassland world I yearn for.
I am eager to touch the grass on the grassland. Whenever the wind blows gently on the grass, the grass sways in the wind with its graceful posture. Whenever it rains, the grass desperately sucks the milk given by the earth and gives off new vitality. A piece of green Qinghai, green waves break out one after another, making you intoxicated.
I am eager to be a shepherd of the grassland, waving freely with a whip and driving the sheep to swim in Qinghai. The bleating of sheep and the tearing of horses floated in the air with the fragrance of grass, as clear and melodious as playing a flute. This is the most natural and simple song that nature has given me.
I yearn for lying on the grassland, soft and delicate straw mats, as comfortable as Simmons. Watch the starry sky on the grassland at night. It seems that one hand can catch the twinkling stars in the sky. The quiet environment is so quiet and peaceful, without pressure and pollution.
I yearn to live in the cashier's office, wearing beautiful Mongolian clothes, drinking sweet oil milk tea, eating delicious roast whole sheep and playing with beautiful Ma Touqin. I am so uncomfortable and happy. ...
Ah, grassland, I yearn for everything about you, I love your beauty and I love living in your arms!
I saw a movie called July and An Sheng the other day, which deeply touched me. It is about a pair of good girlfriends with different personalities, a mature and calm July and a cheerful and lively July. They have known each other since primary school. When I grew up, I worked in my hometown in July, and Ansheng drifted outside. Later, for various reasons, their lives changed. An Sheng has a stable family and began to wander in July. It seems that they have become each other. But there was a turning point after the movie.
It turns out that Ansheng has been longing for a stable life, because life has to start drifting. In July, she actually yearned for a wandering life. In order not to disappoint her parents, she always pretended to be a good girl. So in fact, they have found the life they want.
The film got a good evaluation, which reminded me of my life.
Nowadays, our living standard has been greatly improved, and electronic products are emerging one after another. Network has become an indispensable part of our life. People seem to be very satisfied, but I miss us who used to run around eating lollipops every day. At that time, although we didn't have a mobile phone, we were happier than now. Our times are changing, and so are our personalities. We were all happy when the power went out before, thinking it would be fun. Now there is a power outage, and we are all sad because there will be no internet. I think my old life was probably the life I longed for.
The life you yearn for is not the pursuit of luxury, but the feeling is cooking. Even ordinary materials can be delicious on the tip of the tongue as long as they are fried with a serious and responsible heart.
Yearning for composition 6 For snow, many scholars have been praising it and praising it throughout the ages. But I grew up in Guangdong, which is located on the southern coast of China. It doesn't snow here even in winter. Although I have been to Beijing in the severe winter, I haven't seen snowflakes spinning and falling from the sky. As a result, I have a longing for snow in my heart.
I found many pictures about snow, and I was very excited to see the snow in the pictures. But it didn't satisfy my longing heart. After all, it didn't really appear in front of my eyes, and I couldn't touch it. My heart has been touched, and I want to go to the place with snow to enjoy the pure, crystal clear and transparent snow in my heart at once.
The falling snow gave me an imaginary space. In my mind, a white and quiet world appeared. This place, I am not disturbed or defiled. I am snow-white and have a pure and innocent heart. I am eager to go to such a real place. Maybe besides enjoying the snow, I'm afraid to set foot in this place when I grow up. My mind is no longer like pure water, trapped by society.
Accidentally infected by complex human beings, I have a kind of resistance to snow, and feel that it is just a place to cover up people's polluted hearts.
In fact, the hostess in Snow White is called Snow White because she is a pure princess. I don't want to be Snow White, I just want to try my best to maintain the beautiful image of Snow White in my heart and protect my heart from being dyed black. This is my yearning for snow.
My mother wanted me to go to Beijing for development when I grew up. She likes Beijing. Because Beijing is the capital of the country and a middle school of politics, economy and culture. She always told me that you must go to Beijing to develop in the future, so that your father and I will get sick. How convenient it is to go to Beijing to see a doctor. It's a pity that I didn't work hard in Beijing, because I don't like Beijing. Beijing is really a good city. After all, it is the national capital, but the pressure of survival is great and the pace of life is fast. The money earned in a lifetime may not be enough to buy a house. My yearning city is Xianyang, an ancient city with a long history.
Like a city, it may be because of a person. Yes, because I love him the most, because he was born and raised in Xianyang. I have been to Xianyang once to see him. At that time, I only stayed in Xianyang for a few days, so I didn't have time to go to various scenic spots in Xianyang. But in just a few days, I felt the simplicity and kindness of Xianyang people. Xianyang belongs to the northwest, and it is windy all the year round. The wind has blackened people, and some people's faces are red. I like the "biangbiang" noodles in Xianyang, the cold-skinned Chinese hamburger in Xianyang, the people in Xianyang and everything in Xianyang. Because of him, I have a good impression on Xianyang from the bottom of my heart. This is why I yearn for Xianyang.
Now living in a small city in the north, there is not so much pressure to survive, the monthly income is stable, and the life of foreigners is not bad. But this is not the lifestyle I want. I will live in Tianjin in the future, because my other half is in Tianjin, but the ancient city of Xianyang is still my favorite city. Maybe 10 or 20 years later, I will find a chance to go to Xianyang, which I yearn for. I hope Xianyang will always be Xianyang in my memory, and you will always be Xianyang in my memory.
The so-called learning is to learn other people's things and learn other people's knowledge to increase your knowledge.
However, the most important thing in "learning" is freedom and questioning.
Augustine, an ancient Roman theologian, believed that it was better to be a mouse than a pearl. Because mice have life, development potential and freedom of action. So freedom is precious. Freedom is the source of all life, and freedom is the most glorious essence of life. The thrush in the cage sings inaudible songs, and the free butterfly can dance. The sun rises and sets, roses bloom and fall, and they are free and unrestrained. Life is like the sun in the sky and the rose on the earth. Just like being a free "turtle in sewage" in Zi Ning, I don't want to be a lifeless work of art enshrined in a temple.
Learning needs freedom, and only with freedom can people have high quality. However, learning needs to be questioned!
Cheng Yi, an educator in the Northern Song Dynasty, said: "Scholars must be suspicious first." Li Siguang also said, "You can't see the truth without doubt." At Cambridge University, there was a great philosopher Moore. Wittgenstein and Russell are both his best students. When someone asked Moore who was his best student, he said Wittgenstein without hesitation. The reason is that he always looks blank in class, and Russell has no problem, no doubt. Later, Wittgenstein really surpassed Russell in fame. It can be seen that the importance of questioning is not generally comparable.
Freedom is your birthright, and questioning is the premise of your effective study. So study harder, the result of study is to forget other people's things, and then leave a small part.
Therefore, learning means freedom and questioning, and efficient learning is an effective combination of freedom and questioning.
Yearning for composition 9 Everyone has a yearning place in his heart. Whether you like noisy cities or quiet and beautiful small villages, you have a deep love and yearning for the beautiful scenery in your heart.
And what I yearn for most is the sea view by the sea. Please close your eyes and think. In the sun, golden beaches, green sea water, several seagulls flying over the sky, white waves hitting my feet. The whole beach is covered with all kinds of shells, shining in the sun. This is the beauty in my heart. composition
Nature painted all kinds of patterns. I also like to describe walking along the bamboo path, stepping on moss, drinking green tea, eating special snacks and dancing with ethnic customs, but it is not very leisurely. Looking at the wheat field without mature wheat seedlings, the sun is scorching, and the workers' black faces are sweating like rice grains, as if they were trapped in deep water. When the wheat is ripe, gold dominates everything, and the breeze blows up the ripe wheat fragrance. This is the scene in my mind.
In winter, white has become the new clothes of the earth, and snowflakes fall from the sky, like cotton wool clouds, like goose feathers and white hairs. Looking down, the world is white and wrapped in silver. The forest is covered with a white coat, and the ground is covered with a silver carpet, which is fluffy and white, making the earth particularly enchanting. This is the beauty in my heart.
The beauty in our hearts refers to our own, only mine. Fly yourself, fly your dreams, listen to the call of nature, close your eyes and enjoy your fantasy. Pursue your natural dreams and feel your inner call. The beauty in your heart is created and won by yourself.
Outside the window, two or three birds are chirping happily, flapping their wings or playing with their companions. How free.
I was so engrossed that time passed before I knew it. "Ruiheng, hurry up, it's time. It's time to learn English. " Alas, my mother urged me again, and I'm going to cram school again.
Since the fifth grade, my mother has enrolled me in many cram schools, and the weekends are all occupied, and even the time for doing weekend homework is pitiful. In my mother's words, it is: "It is rare to have time on weekends, so it is better to spend more time studying. Linguistics, mathematics and English should be developed in an all-round way, and none of them can be left behind. In junior high school, 0.5 points is a few dozen short. Work hard now and it will be more difficult in the future. If you do your homework, get used to it and speed up. I this is for your own good ... "
As soon as I express my opinion, my parents will put me off with a lot of reasons. I like to compare myself with others every day. I know it's all for my own good, but taking so many classes every day means not only doing school homework, but also doing a lot of extra homework. I am alone, so I will be very tired and need a rest!
I do my homework late every night, and I have endless classes on weekends or holidays. I'm tired of working like a clockwork robot every day. But what can we do?
I am like a bird trapped in a cage. I looked at the blue sky outside the window. How I long to fly under the blue sky.
Alas! There will be class again.
The birds outside the window have flown away, leaving the trees, flying over the buildings and flying freely in the blue sky. When can I be like them?
Yearning for composition 1 1 "I am a bird, I want to fly, but I can't fly high ..." Every time I hear this song, my mood is particularly heavy, for nothing but that I am also a bird, a famous "caged bird"!
Every time I finish my homework, no matter how busy I am, my father will appear in time. It's always like this: after I finish my homework, my father will appear behind me like a ghost and say, "Have you finished it?" I will be happy to say, "It's over! It's all written! " After that, my father would always say something that made me fall from the sky to the ground: "Well, I'll give you a few more questions, and I'll eat when I'm done!" You have plenty of time anyway. I always muttered, "Just do it. "So, the whole night is spent like this.
One weekend, I happily said to my mother, "It's a beautiful day today. Let's go to the park to play! " "But my mother strongly objected:" Play! Play! Play! Just play! You can write a composition when you play! "I have to go back to my room to do my homework.
Do you think I have freedom? How I want to ride my bike alone and have fun in the park without my mother worrying about falling down; I want to lie on the sofa, eat snacks, watch TV and stop being nagged by my mother.
I have an ideal, eager for my freedom, flying freely like a happy bird, flying higher and farther ... Mom and Dad, can you understand?
Yearning for composition 12 blue sky, white clouds, morning glow and sunset glow, and countless birds sing with the sky as the stage. Oh, what a wonderful time!
Now the sky is gray and the clouds are not so white. Sometimes, you can't see the sunrise and sunset. Those birds who used to be happy and sing every day are now preparing to move. People keep cutting down trees, making some birds homeless. No bird wants to stop, sing a song and comb its messy feathers. I'm afraid of myself for a moment.
I can't imagine the future. Will the sky in the future be overcast? Will the soil in the future be so polluted that plants can't be planted? Will people in the future be like birds today? Running around like this? Isn't that the end of the world?
If, now, we don't cut down trees, pollute water sources, litter everywhere and use disposable plastic bags, maybe we can be saved in the future.
However, there is no need to use disposable plastic bags. Who completely fulfilled such a simple request? Free plastic bags are no longer provided in supermarkets, both of which are a few cents. But now, people just don't look at a dime. Those plastic bags, after being used, are thrown everywhere on the ground. Unlike fruits and vegetables, plastics will be dissolved. A plastic bag has been buried underground for tens of thousands of years, and I don't know if it has dissolved. Everyone is using plastic bags. The truly environmentally friendly woven cloth bags have long been abandoned by everyone. Everyone is too much trouble.
We can start from the side and make "no plastic bags, use environmental protection bags" really become a reality. I hope the future world will be the same as the previous world!
Yearning for composition 13 in the morning, I woke up in the sound of birds and gently pushed open the wooden door. The fragrance of leaves suddenly refreshed me. This is the beginning of my favorite occupation-Ranger Day.
Maybe the hot sun will make me sweat like rain, but I won't worry about it. Accompanied by me are more lovely animal companions. Small and exquisite birds sing for me, and the clear voice is lovely; The honest and honest dog followed me closely, and the way it stuck out its tongue made people laugh. All kinds of unknown bugs are whispering, praising great magic and. With them, my mountain patrol is no longer lonely. Every day, this mountain will leave my footprints. I hummed through the forest. All I did was my duty-to protect the forest.
It is also my duty to protect animals and prevent hunters from "exploiting loopholes". Last time I was patrolling the mountain, I heard rustling in the grass ahead. I was puzzled, so I hurried forward and gently pushed a corner of the grass. Sure enough, I found two hunters, with guns, ready to "take down" the deer in front. I am in a hurry. I threw a small stone to scare the deer away, then picked up the hunters from the ground and questioned them severely. The two pig catchers were eloquent at first, and then they began to prevaricate, like a deflated ball. I made a quick decision and immediately called my assistant to send these two heartless hunters to the public security organs. Sometimes when I meet wood thieves, I have no mercy on them.
In order to protect these animals, it is necessary to protect their homes. When patrolling the mountain, I will pay attention to whether there is a flammable fire source. If there is, I will rule it out immediately. You know, once the forest catches fire, the consequences are unimaginable.
Ranger, a seemingly ordinary but extraordinary career, is what I yearn for.
Yearning for composition 14 Sunflower, the national flower of Peru and Russia, is not as elegant as violet, as elegant as peony and as pure as lotus, but it is a brilliant flower yearning for light and hope!
In a distant country-Syria, the people there are enduring the killing, bloodshed and terrorist attacks brought by the war ... In a peaceful country, how can we know how scared and desperate we are in the bullets every day! The photos on the internet are shocking: a one-year-old baby boy is protected by his mother's body; A girl silently counted hundreds of bullet holes in her house: "One, two, three ..."
The air strikes by the Anglo-American and French coalition forces further aggravated the people's despair, and a touching video shocked the whole world: a blind child sang the inner longing of this war-torn country, those broken homes and Syrian Qian Qian compatriots who were also in dire straits in an innocent and pure voice. This group of immature children, in this cruel world, have always adhered to their original intentions. Someone asked them, "Do you hate war?" "I don't know, I only know that we are eager for the light in our hearts. No matter what happens, we will face it with an optimistic and positive attitude. " This is the people! People long for freedom and peace! The selfish thoughts of some countries harm people, not innocent people!
The innocent look of the little girl and the pictures of the children throwing paints at random are deeply engraved in my mind. Now, the tension in Syria has improved. Perhaps the innocent Syrian people who yearned for freedom touched God. They are like sunflowers longing for the light, always looking forward to tomorrow's sun-peace!