I like the ballet dancer's wonderful one-legged flight, which is the melody of strength. The muscles raised by bodybuilders are lines of strength; Runners sprint like lightning, that's the speed of force. I like the shock of my body.
After a heavy rain, the bonsai in my backyard was washed away by the rain, which was particularly beautiful. The tender leaves are refreshing green, and there are a few faint scents. I laughed, right? I followed the scent and looked down to smell it. Hey, why is there no fragrance? Oh, it's the orchid on the side.
How disappointing! The smile sprouted last week, so why didn't it bloom? I stroked the green leaves silently and suddenly found several cracks in the flowerpot. Which naughty boy pounded the egg? Probably because of these cracks, I didn't even "laugh"!
I called my father, and he was very angry when he saw that the good flowerpot was broken. He asked me if anyone had broken it, but I couldn't say why. Dad had to find some wire to tie the flowerpot tightly.
But after a few days, the wire was loose and the cracks became bigger and bigger. Dad had no choice but to buy a new flowerpot.
Father smiled and poked in the hole at the bottom of the flowerpot as usual. It's strange that pots and flowers can't be separated. I studied the jar carefully. In addition to cracks, the surface of the pot has become uneven, and the circle of the pot mouth has also become an ellipse. Dad simply brought a hammer and soon smashed the flowerpot. At this time, my father and I were shocked. The flowerpot is full of light brown roots, where can you see the soil!
Anyone can think that with the lush foliage, the roots will grow, but who can think that when the small flowerpot can no longer hold the roots, the roots will struggle, the roots will resist, the roots will roar and the flowerpot will deform and crack. This is the power of roots, an invisible power.
I like the power of roots, I admire the power of roots, and I am shocked by this indomitable spirit. I think this is like a symbol of the root power of the Chinese nation, and it will surely take root and sprout on this fertile soil that belongs to it. ......
I like composition 2 in the senior high school entrance examination. My favorite school is my alma mater. Not to mention the mountains and rivers of my alma mater, nor her flowers and trees, the classroom that still echoes our laughter, the playground that records our footsteps, and the street lamps that reflect our activities again and again remind me of my memories and arouse my deep affection. ...
Classroom laughter
How many times have I laughed in class? I can't even count myself. The most impressive one is at your fingertips. I remember that English class, the English teacher who made us respect and scared us asked my deskmate to get up and answer questions. She misspelled a letter in a hurry and said "we travel by boat" as "we travel by herding sheep". There was a bang in the classroom and everyone almost burst into laughter. The English teacher's eyes are wide open and her face is red. I think he is holding back his laughter. My deskmate also bent over with laughter and twisted her fingers on my back. This scene is really unforgettable.
English classes are still like this, not to mention exciting classes such as skipping rope, interesting Chinese classes such as physical education class riding a wooden horse, reading poems and telling stories, and historical biology.
The affection between teachers and students.
"The teacher unforgettable, this is true. The alma mater is permeated with teachers and students everywhere.
By the end of the second day of junior high school, it was already hot summer. It was sultry that day, and I was trapped by the summer heat. I felt sick during the class, threw up everything in my stomach and spilled it on the new shoes of my classmates at the next table. The teacher stopped at once and took out money to ask my deskmate to help me to the infirmary. The school doctor hurried to ask questions, give injections and take medicine ... When I got back to the classroom, it was clean and all the dirty things I vomited were gone.
What good teachers and classmates!
Christmas carol
Every holiday is our happiest day. On New Year's Day this year, there was a heavy snow, but it didn't affect our party mood at all. The students sang and danced one after another. Students who are good at Xin's performance performed a series of hilarious sketches; Students with good eloquence recited beautiful poems. The atmosphere is warmer than that raging fire!
Alma mater, I like you! Even with the literary thoughts of Li Bai and Du Fu, it is difficult to write my love for your mainland. Even Qi Baishi's brilliant brushwork can't describe your charming charm: even Beethoven's musical attainments can't play the melody you evoke in my heart. Alma mater, I like you, you are my favorite school!
There are many parties during the Spring Festival, and various parties are broadcast by major TV stations one after another. However, the Spring Festival Gala hosted by CCTV attracted the most attention of the audience.
There are many programs at the party, including sketches, cross talk, dancing, acrobatics, singing and magic ... all kinds of programs are pleasing to the eye.
Favorite sketch program "Not Bad Money". Performers include Zhao Benshan, Little Shenyang, Bi Fujian and Mao Mao. The scenery of the program is only decorated with a table, a sofa and a sign that says "Scottish sentiment", but these performers are very emotional and humorous, and the language in the program is humorous and ironic.
The sketch first tells the story of an old man who wants his granddaughter to participate in the "Avenue of Stars" hosted by Mr. Bi. He took his granddaughter to the most expensive restaurant in Tieling. He wanted to invite Mr. Bi to dinner, but he left the thirty thousand dollars he had prepared at home, leaving only a few hundred dollars in his pocket. But because of his face, he tipped the waiter 130 yuan and told him not to order expensive food. After Mr. Bi came, grandpa moved in with Mr. Bi, made Mr. Bi his grandpa, and sang Li Na's Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Later, the waiter also wanted to go to the Avenue of Stars, saying that he also had a grandfather named Bi, who sang "The First Snow in 20xx" and Grandma's "Flowers Bloom in Shandandan". In the end, the two were appreciated by Mr. Bi and invited as they wished, so that they could form a group to perform on the Avenue of Stars, and the name was "not bad money" to buckle the topic. At the end of the program, grandpa said that he also wanted to go to the Avenue of Stars, and his surname was Bi. Finally, the program ended with laughter and applause from the audience.
This sketch satirizes those who do whatever it takes to become famous. Warn people that if you want to be famous, you must get it through your own efforts, and don't be opportunistic and take improper means to get it.
After the sketch was broadcast, it caused a great sensation and many classic lines were widely used. Everyone said that this sketch was well performed, which made a humorous satire on the bad phenomena in the real society and gave people great inspiration.
I hope there will be more good programs to make our life better.
Sometimes, it's not that I'm stupid and slow, but that I don't have a good thinking habit.
A few days ago, at a restaurant, a drunken migrant worker asked for an invoice and even scratched the prize. He doesn't usually need that kind of invoice now. Even if he knows, it will take a few days. The migrant worker said that he would give 16 yuan without this invoice (he has been spending 106). The boss said he could earn six dollars, but the workers didn't want to live or die, saying that he also opened a restaurant. At first glance, it is a lie!
Because of this, the workers began to shout, making the clerk speechless and saying that they wanted sixteen. The boss has a bad temper and says he has no money to eat. The worker put a handful of fifty dollars on the table, and the clerk said to come and get it tomorrow. The worker kept shouting and losing his temper.
In fact, that kind of invoice only scraped five dollars, and he didn't want him to take six dollars. He was really drunk and the clerk didn't say anything. It is always the employees who lose their temper.
After that, a little girl who was doing her homework stood up calmly and said, "don't you run a restaurant?" I asked you three basic catering knowledge, and you got it right, without a penny. "
"What are the three requirements of catering? This question must be written to fill in the catering license. "
The workers were silent.
"Well,no. Second, what is the basic charge for catering?"
"20% higher than the cost."
"Wrong, it is thirty-five percent, and this dish is less than twenty percent of what you said. The last question, what is a string of numbers that need to be filled in on the catering license for catering? "
The workers were silent. But it's still unreasonable. The girl picked up the phone and called the catering department. The catering department said that the decision is up to the hotel itself. If it doesn't work, she will call the police and wait for him to wake up. Just as the little girl was preparing to call the police, the friends of migrant workers came out to pay the money and forced them to leave.
I have to say, this little girl is so talented. If it were me, I would record him, talk while recording and continue to argue. More than 90% people in the country can surf the Internet, so I posted him on the Internet and made him "famous overnight". Everyone despises him except those who can't afford to eat.
Then I asked the girl how she knew those things and whether she was familiar with food. But what she said was nonsense. This is how to deal with this kind of migrant workers, because he doesn't know how deep the significance of catering is. ...
I like the senior high school entrance examination composition 5 "Hey, kid, do you have a lot of question marks?" When the familiar melody rings, I will slowly hum along with the audio.
This is my favorite singer Jay Chou's song. Just like the lyrics, they all sing my song. Now many people can really sing your songs and express their feelings to the music.
Thanks to the appearance of Jay Chou as a teenager, when you turn on MP3 to listen to incense, you will think of the scene of playing by the river with your favorite person in summer. The sparrows outside won't listen, and the small fish we caught is delicious. I want to share this summer-free taste with my favorite people most.
As soon as the latest "Waiting for Your Class" comes out, I feel the same way. Every day when I come home from school, I will watch him pass by from my window. I also want to know if the headphones he wears are the same song as I listen to, whether it is music, words or speeches. I have no possibility of getting close to him. I do not belong to the same school. It is difficult for me to see him. Fate gave me the opportunity to live not far from our home. I can still see him when I go home on holiday every month, just 50 meters in the alley. I will follow him until I disappear.
I regret not being admitted to the same university as him. I asked my friend to inquire about his college entrance examination wishes. If I failed, I chose a school closer to him. Maybe I can pursue it slowly in college, approach him slowly, and let him discover his own advantages slowly.
In the end, I didn't get what I wanted. I can't get into any schools around him.
Youth has passed for a long time, but I still remember some small unrequited love and feelings.
I am grateful to those people in my life who make my heart beat. When I want to go back to that year, I will listen to his songs and meet people I haven't seen for a long time in my memory. I don't want to forget them.
I like composition 6 in the senior high school entrance examination. Seeing the composition topic, my thoughts returned to the Chinese class that impressed me deeply-
The classroom became noisy as soon as the bell rang. The students nervously recited the "I love this land" they learned yesterday. I looked at the door nervously with my back on my back, praying that the teacher would be late.
At this time, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom, and I was extremely nervous: "It's over, I forgot all about it this morning ... If I ask questions later, it will be miserable ..."
The teacher cleared his throat and everyone stopped reciting. Sure enough, the teacher said, "Let's check the text recitation." His sharp eyes were mixed with a little encouragement to scan the class, and the classroom was silent, even quieter than when studying. I secretly looked around, and everyone's heads were almost low on the table, nervously looking at the book. The teacher suddenly added: "Today, my classmates will ask me questions."
Our heads were lifted in an instant, and our eyes were fixed on the teacher. We were both monks-scratching our heads. I cast my questioning eyes on the same place, and she whispered, "What medicine is the teacher selling in the gourd?"
The teacher went on to say, "Reciting has always been an arduous task for students. A classmate asked me when I was reading this morning. Teachers always ask students to recite. Can I recite it myself? " I suddenly realized that in order for students to recite the meeting, teachers should first set an example, so I decided to recite this lesson by myself. "
We suddenly got excited, looked at the textbook carefully and checked whether there were any mistakes when the teacher recited.
"If I were a bird/I would sing with a hoarse throat …" The charming voice of the teacher echoed in the classroom, and we were brought into a brand-new world of poetry. In this world, there are poets who deeply love the motherland, hate the invaders, deeply love the motherland ravaged by Japan's iron hoof, and are passionate about contributing to the country. ...
After the teacher recited, we were still immersed in eloquent recitation. Then, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom. The teacher's face burst into a happy smile. Outside at this time, the wind is rustling and birds are singing.
This is my favorite Chinese class.
Lotus is a symbol of sacredness and beauty. She is flawless, fragrant and natural, exquisite and pure, modest and graceful, and lovable.
Approaching the lotus pond, the first thing you see is the endless lotus leaf, like a green ocean. Some lotus leaves are only a little tender and cute; Some have grown as big as the palm of your hand, and the breeze is blowing and swaying with the wind, standing tall; Some have grown into "blockbusters" and are full of vitality. The lotus leaf was squeezed by Egypt, as if it were a group of brothers and sisters, heart to heart and intimate. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the "green ocean" suddenly fluctuated and the lotus leaves rolled in succession, which was very beautiful. The wind stopped and the "Green Sea" calmed down again. The water drops on the leaves rolled around, crystal clear, like beautiful pearls. It's really "a gust of wind turns the blue waves, and the pearls are hard to clean up."
Take a closer look. Lotus flowers are all white and flawless, pure as crystal. Some people have only one white bud in the green, and they are shy to talk. Some are only half open, some petals are scattered, and some are surrounded by stamens, just like a beauty with incomplete clothes; Fully open, dancing like a girl in white and plain clothes; Others, the petals are gone, revealing green lotus flowers. The small holes in the lotus seeds seem to be small mouths, opening their throats and shouting, "I am mature, come and pick them!" " Lotus flowers exude a fresh and elegant fragrance, attracting butterflies to dance and pleasing to the eye. Naughty dragonflies flapped their wings and flew from flower to flower, playing happily with lotus flowers. I was intoxicated and felt that the lotus in front of me was a dancing lotus fairy.
Lotus is not only beautiful, but also very useful. Its leaves can be used to make tea and traditional Chinese medicine, and lotus root can be eaten. Lotus seed is the best food to cool off in summer. In short, the whole body is treasure.
Lotus is not as elegant as peony, nor as fragrant as plum blossom, nor as delicate as orchid. However, she exudes the fragrance of summer in obscurity and brings coolness. Ah! I love the lotus flower, its graceful posture, and its noble character of "coming out of the mud without dyeing, making waves without demon"!
I have been looking forward to Sunday morning, especially to get rid of the heavy book bondage, take a sweaty walk, take a deep breath in the mountains and enjoy the pleasure of nature and liberation. In February and March, in addition to sports, mountaineering has another kind of fun of "seeing flowers in the fog".
February and March every year is the season when peach blossoms, plum blossoms and cherry blossoms gradually bloom. Business is full, only for a few weeks. When I visited again, I jumped out of a piece of green, white, brilliant red or clear yellow, which was very inconspicuous; If you add a fog cage to lock the top of the mountain, it looks like a colorful patchwork on a quiet path back to the mountain. When you turn a corner, you may find an unexpected surprise. Sometimes you can't see your fingers when you walk in the fog. Although I don't have the vicissitudes of the poet Bai Juyi, I can still quite understand his poem "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog." It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn. That kind of feeling of coming like a spring dream is not long, and going like a floating cloud can't find a place. Even the water vapor condensed on the branches of cherry blossoms all over the mountains has a clear and hazy aesthetic feeling, full of clear and distinct glass shining in the fog.
Hazy beauty lies in implicit agreement, beauty lies in its abstract illusion, and every form can be compared, just like "endless words, endless meaning". In fact, I often feel this subtle state of mind. For example, as I grow older, I know more, knowing that many things seem to have many "uncertain" but "clear" aspects, which require more time and wisdom to learn; Unlike when I was a child, I always had to ask clearly, "The answer to this question is …" "If … then why not …" Questions like this often taught my parents to be at a loss and beg for mercy.
Once upon a time, this "spirit of seeking knowledge" actually decreased a lot with the growth of age and knowledge. It turns out that in this overwhelming world, there are too many things that cannot be explained by scientific principles and principles. What is "youth"? Where are the definitions and boundaries of friendship and love? What is the meaning of "life" and "living" ... Although I have accumulated too many unanswered questions, my understanding of the world seems to be gradually clear and my life goals are more clear and firm. Perhaps this is the so-called "growth".
I like to see flowers in the fog and indulge in silence. Perhaps it is like the sound of air, the moon in the water and the image in the mirror in this world, which is specious, as if nothing had happened, full of infinite possibilities. That's a mystery, which is why it looks so beautiful when there is no solution.
Just like the composition of the senior high school entrance examination, 9 is a poetic waterfall, and it is April on earth. This is an extremely rich era, but also a barren and impetuous era, and people's energy is dismembered into pieces unconsciously. Only when you calm down and appreciate it slowly will you find the true meaning. Slow down, I appreciate it more and more.
There are many alleys in the city where I live now. If there is a breeze, the wind passes through the branches and steps on the leaves of camphor trees, rustling like a pen on paper, and it feels really good. Sometimes I see an old woman who often takes a nap at the door. She is really old and has become a part of the alley, so it fits well. Just like an enamel bowl with gaps, she was put in the corner, holding a bowl of old scenery with her body and giving it to every careful passerby, and then she still felt at ease. Sometimes when she passes by the alley in the morning, she can smell the smell of steamed bread from a distance and watch the young students eat and laugh. Everything is so pure. I appreciate the beauty of this world more and more.
In my spare time, I like to listen to the old grannies in the countryside telling stories about the past. I was huddled in the quilt with some friends. The winter in the country is cold and long, and the wind blows in through the crack of the door, and one or two grains of dust fall from time to time, making the lights wobbly. At this time, ghosts, foxes and fairies also appeared together. During the day, there were several layers of ice in the pool, and the rain all over the country lay here, like a dragonfly standing motionless by the pool, and it seemed that several wisps of dust were raised on the water. Everything here makes me reluctant to leave and makes me appreciate it more and more.
In my opinion, the bus route is the most beautiful. I like taking the bus on rainy days. As soon as the bus arrived, I put away my wet umbrella as quickly as possible, stepped into the car door and wet my sleeves with rain, feeling very relaxed. I prefer to take a breath, thin white fog will appear on the window, and then doodle with my fingers according to my mood. The raindrops rolled down the window, and the waterline blurred everything outside the window, just like a wonderful painting, comforting my eyes that became dry because of doing the problem. Sometimes it's sunny, and I happen to see a woman in a plain white dress arranging flowers in front of a flower shop, so I got off and bought two gardenias. Even in dreams, gardenia is a faint fragrance. There are scenery all the way, and I know how to appreciate it more and more.
Drunk with the breeze weaving curtains, cut the moon into the sky. Things go up and down, idle people are often not really idle, and busy people are not really busy. Steal half a day's leisure, feel the world with your heart, understand its beauty, and let yourself appreciate it more and more.
I like the composition of entrance examination 10. Occasionally, I turned over the book and saw a sentence: there is nothing outside my heart, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. My little heart can't help trembling. A few words, endless deterrence, it made me hide my inner desires, put down my jealousy and disgust, and stopped my messy steps. Perhaps, youth is fleeting, but I pay more attention to inner enrichment, and I like the time of thinking alone more and more.
I used to play boring soap operas on the screen and gossip about entertainment news on my mobile phone. I feel sad or happy for the protagonist for no reason, and I like to join in the fun in crowded places. When I met this sentence, I didn't care at first, or maybe I was at the age of five out of ten who were determined to learn, so I had these heartbroken feelings.
The next morning, when I was free, I went to grandma's yard to have a look. Sitting on the steps, quietly thinking about this sentence, there is nothing outside my heart, enjoying this luxurious solitude time, and there is an inexplicable desire in my heart, which has never been seen before. At this time, the time is cool and fragrant, like mint liquid in water, and the breath emerges in front of you. As Hu Yinmeng said: If you can go back to the most boring, boring, exciting and endless daily life, there will naturally be a song in it. In the past, this quiet environment was the most boring. At that time, I never settled down to think about it. The spinach and cabbage in front of me are planted by my grandmother. When my grandmother planted vegetables, she may have planted a normal heart. Only this heart can quietly appreciate the beauty and true love of this world.
Bead-like time rolled down from spinach leaves and took away my impetuousness. I became more and more obsessed with this quiet and lonely time, knowing how to appreciate and think.
The night came quietly, and the moonlight was like water, diluting the noise and busyness of the day. I haven't walked for a long time, so I just walked alone in the moonlight. No trivia, no gossip, only a touch of body and mind, the moonlight is cool. The breeze blew across my face, and the sound of insects came into my ears across the moonlight, melodious, singing and sighing, just like the elegant gathering of poets. This unique feeling makes me feel brand new. In this environment, quietly think back to the past, quietly weave the screen of thoughts, filter the beauty and ugliness of the world, and eliminate those meaningless troubles and bitterness in your heart.
Walking alone on a moonlit night has never made me feel so light in body and mind, and the years are safe.
Time alone, let me learn to observe, let me learn to think. I like a person more and more, and I hear the voice of my growth.
I like the senior high school entrance examination composition 1 1. Miss Liu is an art teacher in our class. He is twenty-seven or eight years old. His big head is covered with curly hair, his eyes are bright, his upturned mouth is always smiling, his teeth are white and his voice is loud, so his class makes us hear clearly. Teacher Liu is slightly fat and has a small "general belly" full of "wisdom and humor"! I like him very much.
I remember when he gave us the first art class, he introduced himself and said, "I'm not happy." My name is Liu. Don't get me wrong! From now on, we study together. We are friends. But remember, I am a big friend and you are children. Children should listen to their big friends, right? ……"。 Teacher Liu is laughing on the podium, and we are secretly laughing below. Teacher Liu is so humorous and interesting!
Teacher Liu always calls me "pro" kindly. Warm in my heart, there is always an impulse to laugh. Teacher Liu often criticizes poor students with some humorous language. I remember one time, I didn't pay attention to the lecture in class, made small moves and drew badly. Teacher Liu patted me on the shoulder during the visit and said, "Wow! What a big pie! Give me something to eat? " I blushed instantly and said in shame, "Sorry, Miss Liu, I drew tires." Immediately caused the whole class to burst into laughter, and I was no longer distracted in class.
Teacher Liu is always so humorous that he naturally gets the love of his classmates. Humor teachers sometimes get angry. I remember one time, the classroom discipline was very poor, most of the students were whispering, and Mr. Liu's warning didn't help. I saw Mr. Liu's eyes wide open, with a straight face, and said gruffly, "It's too much. The whole class stayed after school to write a review! " . Teacher Liu's angry look is even uglier than crying. The students were dumbfounded and the classroom was silent. Who knows less than a minute, Mr. Liu smiled again and said, "The weather has changed in Japan!" " The students all breathed a long sigh of relief, and the tense atmosphere was dissolved by humor.
Teacher Liu taught us knowledge in humor and brought us a lot of happiness. He is like an "urchin" and is our mentor. I admire him most and like him!