Five minutes before class in senior high school-the speech model essay 1 is a faint dust, which comes quietly, like emotion, like years, like sadness, like a gentle girl, stepping on the beauty she felt emotionally, thinking and dreaming, and the initial years and feelings gradually become sad about the most inaction feelings in her heart, lightly stepping on the world of mortals built by Na Yue.
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Play a dusty "Past", caress a quiet and dusty dream song, pick up the warm and sad memories in that dream with the sadness in your heart, dream, think, be sad, worry, the dream is gone, and your heart is gone, leaving only ignorant and silky feelings, drifting with the wind, dreaming and thinking. The truest emotion, the years are still there, but people have gone and time is still there, but life is unbearable and still gloomy, with a glimmer of hope for past feelings, quietly staying in the original dream of the world of mortals, just waiting for the tenderest memories and sadness in that life.
Life is like a dream, dreams are like life, life is like this, and so is the past time. On the road of life, we need to calm down and listen quietly and remember attentively. We need to use our lives to feel the rhythm brought by this past time, and we need to use our hearts to touch the scenery brought by this time. The past time has made us mature and comfortable, and let us learn to face the world of mortals, life, life and memories calmly. The same is true in the old days. I cherish the warmth of each encounter, cherish the moment of each encounter, cherish the wind and rain that accompanied each other, and cherish the most beautiful memories you gave me in the past.
Quietly, in my mind, if life is an unknown journey, then the past time is a tortuous unknown path in the journey. Under the influence of the past time, constant thoughts and constant worries have given different turning points different meanings, and each turning point has different hopes. In the pursuit of life, we are just passers-by, but it is undeniable that the memory of the past is eternal. It will always be the best in life, the most unforgettable in life, and the most cherished in life. Each of us will experience that wonderful time, wandering in that wonderful time country, wandering at will in the time country, we are all happy in the time country, because we are us, a nostalgia for the past, or a indifference to a better life.
An old chapter opened the curtain of the past, and a light pen wrote the chapter of life. I will use my pen of time to write the most beautiful years in my heart; I want to use that initial memory and initial hope to save the best time in the world. Because love, I know, so I cherish it. The warmth of the past is like years, like feelings, like sleeping, like mourning for the moon, like missing that thoughtless time, and a little bit of missing that heartless time. Time is wonderful because of treasure, wonderful because of years, just like a good memory of the past, warm because of dependence, and dependent because of warmth.
Time is a touch, an encounter, a wordless word and a passionate emotion. Life is like a dream, time is like this, life is like a dream, and time is indifferent. What is the time? Time is a reflection on past memories, a pursuit of dream life, an adventure that can spread the wings of life and release gentle dreams, and a yearning for a better future. The years you gave me are still there, and so am I.
I don't know for a long time, but the yellowed calendar on the wall shows the light journey of the years. The days passed like flowing clouds, and I felt a few feelings in my heart, standing under the eaves of stained glass and looking at the sky without a dome. In front of Chu Qingyu, it rained so elegantly, and the outline surrounded by mountains and rivers was as beautiful as if the fragrance of ink and wash flowed thousands of miles. In this fresh breath, I gradually look for this beautiful journey.
Throw away distractions, unload tedious public works, spread the wings of the soul in the spring flowers in March, roam freely in the embrace of nature, lightly step on joy and freedom at the end of a deep street or choose an elegant leisurely walk. Appreciating the flowers in spring, the bright and fragrant smiles and the drunken beauty of butterflies and bees have nothing to do with romance, but with mood.
I once said that I shed tears under the bridge, and now I still watch the green waves in spring. It seems that this freedom has never been rare. Once, I don't know how many times I was worried about the pulse of my feelings, lamenting the confusion of life and the silence of the past. In the past, I thought what we couldn't take away was sadness and cold, but when everything dissipated after the wind was light and the clouds were light, I felt that the mood was probably related to the season, which made people sigh and was moved by the scenery.
Because the tenderness of spring gives people endless lyricism, in ancient times, the Song Dynasty poet Chen wrote in "Spring Day": "There are songbirds in the morning trees, and red and green help spring to the distant forest", which is full of green branches and green and red, and has attractive and strong inspiration for spring; Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, has a quip in Pastoral: "The milk is swallowed at the beginning of spring water, and the wasp flies home with a small tail", which makes spring full of interest, exultation, vivid and vivid, fresh and elegant, refreshing and so on.
I think, I am just an ordinary person, banging pots and pans every day, walking in the ever-changing world, trying my best to bloom warmly as a sunflower, running back and forth on my ideal road, and living a simple life of getting up early and going to bed late.
Sometimes when I am tired, I go out and stand on the roof, let the breeze blow my tired cheeks and give me a relieved touch according to the brightness of the bright moon. Because the wind is the easiest, it wanders for four seasons, but it won't say goodbye to anything.
Sometimes when I cry, I will raise my cold and stubborn head and wipe away the corner of my eye. Then sit quietly at the desk and write some silent sentences, express some sour feelings through pale and powerless words, open dusty memories, and float into bursts of heartache.
Sometimes when I am sleepy, I will pour something with agarwood melody on my pillow. Tired of the overloaded body, I will quietly and gently bounce the lingering grace into my ears, my heart and my dreams. It's like swimming in a rippling boat in the sea of suffering, hoping that the boat can take me to the beautiful other side. I think at least there is a smile in my dream.
In fact, I know that in the long river of life, there are both the joy of long-term success and the twists and turns of fate. In the distant time, through the joys and sorrows, looking at the once silent ferry, there is an experience that casts a clear and indifferent.
After the young experience, everyone has a story in his heart that he doesn't want to mention. The gradual increase of annual rings makes silence. Or the withdrawal of friendship, or the parting of love, these people are sad, who can witness the next miracle meeting with the expectation of waiting.
I think emotion and sincerity are two different things. Sincerity can endure the secular, but emotion can hardly stand the test of time. I always remember a sentence: sometimes there must be something in life, and you can't insist on it all the time. I have been to many places, met many people, and then silently turned and left the bleak back. After all, what is missed goes by with time, and meeting the right person at the right time is not a unique treasure.
Perhaps, time will tell us everything, waiting is a gorgeous game between a person and persistence, and the outcome is unpredictable. Perhaps, time will also witness the warmth that drips into the heart.
What's the temperature? The meteor is dark. At that time, he said: I am willing to protect each other with you at the right time and not abandon me to go through the ups and downs together. She said: the world is so thin and cold, I would like to watch the running water together. Such blandness, in their view, like water, can make you spend your life.
There are many things and emotions in life, and there are too many unsatisfactory things in this world, waiting for us to solve them one by one. On the edge of rationality and sensibility, we should let life bloom in the tacit understanding between heart and heart like spring.
If there is no pain in life, then I don't know how to cherish everyone around me, shine this existing emotion, seize the opportunity, live in the present, drink to the past and keep my vision for the future.
After washing, the air is filled with this fragrant spring, and the gloomy atmosphere will eventually dissipate at Genting. Please don't cry in the dark, the light of dawn is about to decorate the bright heart. The sun is shining, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the contact with nature releases another elegant mood.
Five minutes before class in senior three-simulation topic speech 3 Sometimes, I feel that time flies quickly, just brush with time and it will be the end of the year; Sometimes, I feel that time passes slowly, and my wishes and longings, even a better life, will never come, no matter how time changes. Tap on the door of the fleeting time and look back on the lintel of the years. Yesterday's wind, today's song, although not back to the past, but the reflection of time is fiddling with the strings in my heart.
Unconsciously, the time of the left hand reflects the time of the right hand, blurred and somewhat sad; Unconsciously, the streamer on the left bank reflects the scenery on the right bank, with less noise and more fragrance.
Over time, colorful dreams are always defiled by the reality of drunkenness. I remember I walked happily through a part of my life. I was lying on the road of youth as drunk as a fiddler, and my sadness and pain were buried deep in the memory of time.
Time seems too fast to think and see the results. Only in the reflection of time can we put the lost, owned, cherished and regretted before us.
The sun and the moon cycle, and the seasons change. Happiness in the wind is always set off by sadness in the rain. An encounter is wonderful in roulette, an encounter is the beginning of a beautiful story, an acquaintance is a kind of music that goes deep into the soul, and a farewell is a poem that cannot grasp the warmth.
Wind and rain are interpreted by time. After the storm, you can only feel your true self in the reflection of time.
Quiet time, faint days, a flash, a day has passed, think about it carefully, at best, it is just a small pebble thrown into the long river of life, and after a moment of ripples, it is still calm. A season has passed in a blink of an eye, with flowers blooming and falling, moving in the opposite direction and refusing. At best, it is just a spring flower and autumn moon in the scenery of life, and it is just a few quiet, beautiful or beautiful words in the chapter of life. In the reflection of time, indifferent face, affectionate heart and gloomy life are always hidden in bright and splendid time, parting in meeting, cherishing in parting, and knowing how to lose and own in cherishing.
In the days when the wind is light and the clouds are light, it is leisurely and gorgeous to walk through the flower path and look at the flowers with lush foliage. This is the front of time. In the vicissitudes of life, I walked through a path covered with fallen leaves, a dark cloud and an autumn wind. Such a time is bleak, silent and a reflection of time.
Life is like this. After the prosperity, it is always the twisted sweet mud that makes the heart feel something. Behind the sunshine, there is always mud lurking. After fat red and thin green, I always sing softly. No one will be beautiful forever. The traces in the reflection can make you meditate. It is the corner of reality and the habitat of dreams.
I know that time needs us to walk step by step, and the reflection of time needs us to think word by word. Perhaps, we will grow in time and fall in the reflection of time; Perhaps we will sink in time and rise in the reflection of time.
I know that the time turned over is yesterday, and yesterday's old chapter is also the reflection of time. I walk through time indifferently, feel the reflection of time, meditate in the reflection, write my happiness into the grain of time, turn my sadness into the rhythm of time, immerse my feelings in poetry, put my life behind poetry, taste the graceful charm in the reflection of time and overlook the ethereal scenery on earth.
I know, the scenery of life, don't regret passing by. I know that the green hills are still there, so that the joys and sorrows of the years are engraved in my heart. I also know that people walk in the world of mortals, their hearts are deposited in the reflection of time, watching time vaguely flow away, quietly sketching the ink and wash of life.
In life, don't chase the ebb and flow, just be yourself; Don't draw a prison for yourself. It's best to see who you really are. Don't say that time is just wasted, but that you didn't learn to pay homage, bury and meditate in the reflection of time.
Life is like this. In the reflection of time and time, from clear to vague, from vague to clear, from ignorance to maturity, and from maturity to simplicity, in the unpredictable shadow, a kind of beauty of life is sublimated.
Actually, time is a mirror, and the reflection in the mirror is you and me. Looking at yourself in the mirror, the scenery of life, sometimes, you need to experience and taste slowly in retrospect and reflection.