Bang! A sense of powerlessness and pain surged up. I tried to growl at the only two creatures I saw before I closed my eyes-humans.
Looking at the impenetrable high fence around me, I was confused. I'm not dead. Seems a little excited, I began to walk around the fence step by step, looking for a nonexistent exit. I looked at my claws, which could tear up almost everything, and tried to scratch the wall that left only shallow marks. I want to go out and be free. I kept grabbing and growling, staring at the wall with latosolic red eyes, eager for a miracle. However, nothing was left, only the crimson paw prints on the wall. I want to give up, but I can't. But this is really just the beginning.
I don't know when a lot of food appeared in the fence In the past, I might swallow it crazily and burp happily. But now I only long for freedom and still cling to the wall. How many days of unremitting efforts seem to have holes in the wall, I see hope, my heart is full of fantasy, and the endless forest is about to unfold. Bang! I felt weak again, and when I opened my eyes again, I was desperate. The wall was repaired intact. I hate humans, but there's nothing I can do. All I can do is growl and growl angrily with my last strength.
Finally, when I fell down, I saw death, and I came slowly with the sickle of death. It turns out that that ferocious face doesn't look terrible, because the forest is really going to appear.
I am still a free tiger.
2. Write an 800-word article about "all aspects of intelligent robots". Thank you. One day, I watched robots with my friends. It is really interesting there.
I felt small when I entered, but I didn't expect it to be big. The teachers took us to the classroom. I come from Class Two. A teacher took us to the shooting range. One round has passed and it's our turn. I play with two little boys. I got up the courage to rush forward, and the people behind me covered me. We beat them completely. We won.
We went back to the classroom. There were nine classrooms, and everyone in each classroom spelled out an amusement park. Finally, we won the first place. We are so happy.
Then it was lunch break, and we had a good sleep in the classroom. Seeing us like this, the teacher smiled knowingly. Between you and me, I didn't sleep at this time.
What an interesting day! I want to play again!
3. Rewrite the "magical robot" into a poem. Robots are machines with certain intelligence. It can imitate human eyes, ears, mouth, nose, hands and other organs, and do various actions according to human instructions. The earliest practical robot in the world is called Unimet, also known as "universal producer", which was successfully developed by Americans in 196 1 year. Since then, with the continuous development of science and technology, robots of various models and functions have been "born" everywhere.
In the vast universe, robots, as pioneers of human space activities, took the lead in landing on the moon and unveiled the mysterious veil of the moon; Then fly to Mars to see if there are signs of life on Mars. Since then, robots have been cruising in space and showing their talents. In the vast ocean, robots, such as treasure hunting, catching oil dragons, sailing the Wan Li and searching up and down, have become the main force for human beings to develop the ocean.
Robots are widely used in factories. Welding, painting, TV assembly, drilling, coal mining, handling, they are hardworking everywhere. In rural areas, robots grow crops, irrigate fields, plant trees, pick fruits, milk cows, shear wool and feed livestock ... They sow rain in Daiyue Fei and Yun Geng, becoming the first generation of "iron farmers".
Robots also go to society and join the crowd. They are brilliant, intelligent, good at singing and dancing, and have a glib tongue. Some become chess fans, masters of calligraphy and painting, sports talents, and some become medical doctors, surgical experts and nurses. With the progress of science and technology, robots will come into space, society and family more and more, and become our assistants in life, work and study.
4. Rewrite the composition of short songs, 400 words for wine, life geometry.
There is no need to sing your favorite song to the wine. As long as you can drink ordinary beer with friends, fall in love together, or sit in a quiet place with your favorite object, have a long talk while drinking milk tea and walk on the road with a smile.
Life is like morning dew, and it seems that 2 1 year has passed in an instant. Looking back on these twenty-one years, I had the naughty and joy of my childhood and the rebellion and publicity of my youth until I had the high spirits of young people.
All this is nothing more than making this 2 1 year full of ups and downs and flashing colorful light. However, every time I think back, I have to sigh that "it was much harder to go to Japan in those days."
Confucius said, "Young people's blood gas is uncertain, so it is important to abstain from it." Maybe every young person will have a sincere heart and a romantic and pure love vision. Maybe everyone will be driven by their own feelings. "What kind of person must I be for her!" "As long as she likes a man of any character, I will do that!" "I want to love what she likes!" Hey, why bother? Sometimes there must be something in life, and there is no need to force it in life.
In life, there are always essential likes and dislikes. Why bother you? In this world, it is enough to get a bosom friend. It is a natural tacit understanding. I always believe that an angel will appear and fill my youth needs with light.
Lonely people are like a lamp under the cover of night, which illuminates their body, but can't clearly illuminate the road ahead; Happiness is like a torch formed by the intersection of two beams of light, which not only illuminates your body, but also illuminates the stranger in front. Loneliness will revive the music you used to like to play.
A tune trained for the object I once liked is no longer so entrusted, so heavy, so sad, so passionate, but has such a faint fantasy about a new life. "Don't look back, why don't you forget.
Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water.
Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger. "In this silent night, there is only the ornament of moonlight, the noise of crickets and the company of music.
Hey, Qingqing Zitiao, leisurely in my heart. But for your sake, I've thought it over.
That man is like a meteor, I don't know when it will appear, maybe it just flashed across the stars and disappeared in front of my eyes; That person is like this round of bright moon, I don't know when I can take it off and hold it in my arms; Or the dew in the morning, I can see and touch it, but once it is late, I miss it. Alas, the troubles come from this and cannot be cut off.
Who could she be? Is it a lotus hidden in the lotus leaf, or a flower I don't know yet? No matter the sadness in the past or the surprise in the present, let's live high boldly, enjoy ourselves bravely and pursue our goals calmly! I will always believe that there is a flower in the lotus, which is specially opened for Meng Lang.
Please ask the master to write a short story rewritten by Qiu Si in 400 words. Qiu Si poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.
Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory. Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less.
Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it." * * * 356 words.
If you want to write well, choose the second article. Title: Zhang Ji, an evil poet in autumn wind and autumn rain, left his hometown and traveled to Luoyang city.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, making people feel that the world is extremely bleak. Zhang Ji can't help but feel a surge of thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people ... Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents.
It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety.
There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory. Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less.
Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time! Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout and pour out his wishes.
6. Give me some essays of 400-500 words. The dream of writing in American literature is the driving force of continuous struggle in life.
Everyone has his own dream, and everyone is fighting for it.
Life is a train that goes all the way, and dreams are the driving force of the train.
Dreams are beautiful life expectations, and dreams are real life.
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When I was a child, I stood under the blue sky and looked up at flying creatures. I long to have a pair of wings and my own sky. I can freely shuttle between the white clouds and dance under the blue sky, just like my love for toys at that time, full of infinite desire.
I used to look forward to my sky with confidence, which would give me white clouds, warm sunshine and bright colors.
In fact, it's just a microcosm of countless dreams in my heart. The idea conceived by a teenager who saw many fairy tales when he was a child gradually came to understand that such an idea is called a dream.
With the growth of age, dreams have changed many times. When I was a child, I dreamed that I would become the bird with its wings spread. I also dreamed that I had many toys that I could control and eventually filled my whole room to show off to other children.
Now I think those dreams are simple and easy to realize. But my dream now is incomparable.
When I was a child, my dream was simple and simple. When I grow up, my dream is difficult and dangerous, just like walking on a wide and flat road and suddenly encountering a narrow and rugged path, which I can't finish smoothly. But many people still firmly believe that the road ahead will be the holy land of their dreams.
So many people, with their dreams in their hearts, began to set out and move towards their dreams. The road ahead is sometimes blocked all the way; Sometimes, the journey goes smoothly. Dreams have been frozen in my heart, but in reality, some people laugh and some people cry. Chasing the footsteps of dreams, stepping on the traces of years and depicting wrinkles on the face.
It is dreams that keep our lives struggling, and it is years that make our faces wrinkled. Because when we pursue our dreams, years have made us old.
The sudden appearance of a beard made me understand that I am not as young as before; Desolate eyes make me sigh, I have been mottled by years. So, I keep asking myself in my sigh, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter I have crossed and how many dreams I have realized in my long and short life journey?
Chasing hard dreams can turn black hair into white hair. The sharpness of years has worn away the sharpness of my youth and brought us to a supreme realm. In this realm, there is no dispute, no noise, only a quiet world of their own, a quiet of their own. That kind of feeling is like an old man's unique state of mind in his twilight years after stepping through all the noise in the world. In this state of mind, even though there are still storms in his life, this state of mind is fearless of all the difficulties in the world. When we are old, we can look down on everything, but dreams accompany everyone's life and life becomes fresh.
Recalling the past, like the long axis of a story, those impulsive years, those fresh people and those dream-chasing teenagers who struggled together have long been separated in their respective life journeys.
It is expected that at the beginning, only students and teenagers are in their prime; One eye is now, but each one is scattered all over the world, with a haggard face. Who can remember who, and who has forgotten who? At the end of the song, there is no sound at the end of the story, and everything is in the past tense. After tasting, it is like a cup of bitter and fragrant coarse tea, giving people a feeling of endless aftertaste. In the process of pursuing dreams, all people, including themselves, have been measured by time and marked with different values.
In the finite life composed of time, if life is eternal, will our life be defined at different levels? Either from inferior stage to high-quality stage; Or from the high-quality stage to the poor-quality stage. In meditation, I found that meditation has no meaning. Only dreams support us all the way forward, and only dreams let life continue to struggle.
Then embrace your dreams, make your life full of efforts, and let your people live in struggle, and then our life will become meaningful.
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7. Rewrite the composition of Occasionally in Spring and write 400 words. It's spring season. I'm going to the suburbs to play.
There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, which look like pieces of white silk dancing from a distance. There is a breeze blowing in front of me, just like a child's tender little hand stroking my cheek.
Near noon, the sun radiates warm sunshine and shines warmly on the body. I walked among the willows.
Strong willows are like a huge umbrella. They dance like strong girls, and their waterfall-like hair is swaying in the spring breeze. Colorful flowers on both sides of the road waved to me frequently, as if nodding to me.
Unconsciously, I boarded the stone bridge in the forest. Standing on the bridge, looking around, white clouds, breeze, sunshine and flowers and willows constitute a colorful spring picture! At this time, I miss playing with my friends in my hometown when I was a child.
Being in this pleasant scenery, I was completely intoxicated. There are passers-by in twos and threes pointing at me in the distance.
They don't know how happy I am! I seem to hear them talking about me and say, "Look at him, he is so old, and he is as busy as a child, playing everywhere!" " "How did they know that I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery! After many years, I still remember this spring outing vividly. Whenever I recall this incident, I will have a deep nostalgia for my hometown.
8. How to rewrite the clear-sky boat crossing Anren in Wan Li On a cloudless day in Wan Li, Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, took a boat to Anren County.
Sitting on the big ship, he looked at the green river and lost in thought. He can't help but sigh: the river in the country is so beautiful! Just as he was thinking about this problem, a boat came into view. There are two children sitting on the boat. One of them is paddling, and the other is punting with a wooden pole. After a while, the two children stopped rowing. They put away the wooden poles, stopped the oars, picked up an umbrella and fiddled with it.
Yang Wanli is very curious about the strange behavior of two children. He thought, how sunny it is. Is it raining? Why do they open umbrellas? Then a child picked up an umbrella and held it high above his head. Facing the wind, Yang Wanli watched. I can't help laughing. Oh, no wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turns out that they don't want to shelter from the rain, but want to let the ship move forward with the help of the wind! I didn't expect these two children to be really smart! Thus, this scene was written as a poem by Yang Wanli: two children crossed a fishing boat in Anren and stopped on the boat.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.