My eyesight is getting worse and worse, and my eyes are blurred after typing a few words. Every sentence shakes several shadows and even several moods. ...
14 year's exercise book was changed to 13 year's. Although the sadness of parting ways with good friends still haunts me from time to time, I still feel quite happy. It seems that I have been able to regard myself as a member of the new 13 class ... honor or blessing? Go to this group. When I first entered this class, I forgot what I was thinking at that time, but I felt a sense of happiness. After all, the Chinese teacher I used to like so much has become a happy thing for the class teacher ... The day before the class was divided, Teacher Zhang said that I still hope we are in Class 14, because there is no distance between Class 13. I smiled, hee hee, what should I say? Anyway, I really hope to be in Class 13! The distance will not necessarily change, after all, I always have a feeling of being far away from the teacher! In the self-study class, I occasionally looked up and saw Mr. Zhang sitting at the lecture desk, which seemed a little uncomfortable. Then the corners of the mouth are shallow arcs, which is a kind of happiness! Just like the text I learned at the beginning, the teacher wrote lesson plans in front, the students did their homework and listened to the rustling wind, forming a warm picture ... I didn't expect to be a representative of Chinese class. Being a "common people" for two years is really leisurely for me, not indifferent to fame and fortune, nor selfish. I just want to be an ordinary member. Simplicity is beauty. I didn't want to be a class representative after placement. I was a little surprised and happy ... but I also like this "job" very much. After all, I have always liked Chinese teachers and Chinese classes ... At that time, a classmate in Chinese class was reading a composition. I remember a saying that a strict teacher Zhang was stationed in Class 13 ... The following laughed wildly. Hehe, I will definitely strive for a good job. Well, don't make trouble for my favorite teacher, and don't make her angry. Er ~ ha, be a good boy ~ Although I wrote some typos before to make the teacher feel helpless, it didn't particularly make Mr. Zhang angry, so I have to pay attention to it in the future. In fact, it's terrible for teacher Zhang to be angry ~ I'm not as brave as Haiyan, so let the storm come slowly! (It is best not to come! ! ! ) hee hee ~ my deskmate also ran to another class, a little disappointed. After all, after two years, the seats of the classmates around us have really changed dramatically, and almost nothing has changed, but we have always been deskmates. What does it mean to be in love for two years Laughter in the past becomes a memory. What does this mean? Every time I think about it, my eyes are moist. That day, he asked me if my stomach still hurts often. The second day of junior high school is not very good, and my stomach hurts from time to time. He remembers! At that moment, I was really moved You used to be a prodigal son, so you are also very careful! Thank you, really! He said I was glad to be assigned to class 13. Hehe, I just can't continue to share a table with this good deskmate. It's a pity ... the new deskmate is a monitor with strong interpersonal relationship, so I've met him before and always thought he was a serious monitor, but I didn't expect him to be as cheerful and endless as Guo Guo. I still remember that Chinese class, and I laughed my head off. But teacher Zhang picked him up and looked at his homework answers. He read, um, um, with a smile, but didn't hold his breath. He laughed until the end, and the students around him were surprised and funny ... I even laughed until I vomited blood, hee hee, although I was a little gloating. Of course, I'm still a bookworm, but I just can't compare with it. We are always carefree. Well ... all the teachers have changed except our lovely teacher Zhang. Maybe other classes are worse. After all, all the original teachers except Mr. Zhang have moved to other places. But I'm used to it. I was in tears and didn't want to be divided into classes at first. Maybe you will think that my adaptability is not good. Actually, I don't think so myself I'm just afraid that my favorite Chinese teacher will stop teaching. Hee hee, in fact, I adapt very quickly ... that fat math teacher is always funny and gives clear lectures. I spent a week together in laughter and laughter, and I have a good impression. English teachers are gentle types. Although I have never liked English very much, I think this teacher is not bad. History teacher, chemistry teacher, math teacher and politics teacher are all as good as me. Wang Ai ~ (* _ *) Hee hee ... The chemistry teacher is a little teacher with small eyes, and occasionally two funny swearing words appear, which is a bit interesting. The chemistry teacher is said to be my mother's original teacher. Ha, what a small world! The political teacher has big eyes and is very enthusiastic. He likes to let the students applaud him. Or the old horse teaches sports. (It's a bit rude. ) Hee hee, I hope I don't always stand on the long jump. ...
Needless to say, Chinese teachers are of course the favorite. It has been written above, and he is used to calling himself "Teacher Zhang", and the "head teacher" is also very kind. He's still a little unaccustomed. Hehe ~ I didn't have time to keep a diary, so I ran to type a few words, and my eyes felt uncomfortable again ... Hey, I will continue to fight on the battlefield tomorrow! That's all; That's it!
Essay 2 on the third day of junior high school: "Four hundred and sixty halls in the southern dynasties, several towers in the misty rain." Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Spring" appropriately describes the graceful and hazy spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Many people say that Jiangnan spring is hard to catch. Actually, it's not. After several gentle and delicate spring rains, the hazy grass becomes tender and the weather is getting warmer. Spring rains will bring spring.
Spring rain brings the beginning of all seasons. Although she is graceful, she is determined. Listen! Raindrops are falling on the roof; Raindrops tinkle in the pond; Raindrops rustle on the leaves; What wonderful music!
Rain falls like a broken bead in rivers, lakes and seas; Rain is like an embroidery needle, embroidering a magnificent spring scene. Spring rain falls from the sky, making trees tender and grass green, and everything on the earth green. Intermittent spring rains bring people hope and vitality.
I really don't like Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow" "The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. How can it be a sad word this time? " Spring rain is not as grand as summer rain and autumn rain, but it is not as sad as Li Qingzhao wrote. At the beginning of the year, the spring rain falls happily, nourishing everything, but sacrificing itself for the vitality of the earth. Rain, the spirit of heaven, wrote with life, "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently." Magnificent poetry; Melt the hard ice of the earth with your own blood; Wake up this vast sleeping land with your best voice. Rain, in its unique way, brings the hope of spring and life. It is the spring rain that gives us hope in the hot winter and summer and at the time of difficulties and low tide. Year after year, the spring rain is still continuous, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven obliquely. I walked along the blue river and shouted: endless rain!
Perhaps, only family can comfort you every time you are in a bad mood.
Perhaps, when all the bad things come to you, there will be surprises you can't imagine.
Perhaps, all the people and things that make you misunderstand can resolve all contradictions in one sentence.
Today, I seem to understand more than usual.
I'm worried about making up lessons. Then dad called. "Make up a missed lesson tired? Go to bed early every night when you are tired. Don't be too tired, and don't care how much it costs. When the teacher asks for money, dad will come back. " These are common words, but they can give me great comfort.
I am ashamed, too. I am not a competent daughter. I lost my childhood intelligence and understanding. I lost that consciousness, too
When I was a child, nothing ever stopped me from studying, but now, all my family members have pinned their hopes on me, but I know very well why I didn't act. They created such a good living environment for me. They have booked a hotel for the middle school entrance examination. They have done so much, but what have I done? I listen vaguely in class every day, and my math class is almost ruined. What did you do when you went home at night? How many papers did you buy and write? I'm really ashamed.
I think it's good to work hard now and wait until June to get into the examination room. It would be great to be admitted to a good high school. But that's it, day after day, next June. What should I look like in the examination room? How can I explain the failure? They never say, just try their best, but I'm not willing. Why? After all this, I still can't get the result. I must obey, because I have made a decision. Then I will continue, as long as I am worthy of myself and what they have done, that's good, one of the three most important things in life. Why can't there be beautiful fireworks in the middle school entrance examination?
In retrospect, I didn't experience too many setbacks, but I can't use this as a reason for me to give up. That's stupid. Now that I have said these words, it means that I want to learn. Since I have such a mentality, it will be easier to work hard. I must force myself to forget all the things I shouldn't think at this time. Friendship or youth. I want to work hard and make myself able to repay all my family.
Firecrackers, which had just been silent for a few days, resounded through the sky again, bringing back memories of 2008. On the first full moon of the Spring Festival, lanterns are red, lanterns are on, joy is ringing, and dumplings are out of the pot-this is the Lantern Festival.
Firewood and silver flowers make Lantern Festival.
As night fell, fireworks lit up the deep blue sky and called for a bright full moon. Accompanied by thunder, meteors bloom colorful flowers in the sky and finally become bright stars. On the ground, bold young people lit fireworks neatly, and the onlookers quickly covered their ears and dodged to one side. The fireworks went straight into the sky with people's good wishes; Children are the happiest. They are either holding a singing lantern in their hands, or holding a bunch of shiny light sticks in their hands, jumping and making noises. Gorgeous lights reflect the bright smile on everyone's face, and the weather that has not yet warmed up has not affected people's interest in celebrating the Lantern Festival at all. One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. Xin Qiji's ci is well written, and the beauty of Yuanxiao is vividly reflected in this lively and jubilant scene.
Colorful lanterns shine on the Lantern Festival.
Although I am not as naughty and lovely as a child, how can I not mention a lantern on the Lantern Festival? Walking on the street, there are rows of shops in front of them. Ancient paper lanterns and modern electric lanterns have their own flavors. I picked up a rabbit lamp at hand, and the candlelight shone faintly from the transparent tissue paper. The shape of the rabbit suddenly came to life, and what I saw was clearly a small white rabbit jumping on the lawn. Wandering among the colorful flowers, I feel dreamlike and ecstatic. Isn't the sky colorful? Isn't it a miracle that only exists in the market?
Poetic drunken lantern festival
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. Beautiful poems and lively street scenes are intertwined in my mind. The full moon has climbed up the branch, looking at the bright moon in the distance, thinking that the Lantern Festival 1000 years ago must be the same as today, no, more grand and festive than today. Every household is decorated with lanterns, singing and laughing everywhere, dancing dragons and lions, and gongs and drums are loud. Sentimental poets touched their feelings in the Lantern Festival, and their poems flourished, and the well-known poems spread through the ages; Or a romantic midnight snack, a beautiful or sad story happened, adding legend to it. According to legend, in order to help a maid-in-waiting named Yuanxiao reunite with her family, Dong Fangshuo managed to make every family eat glutinous rice balls on the 15th day of the first month and set off fireworks in the city, so the Lantern Festival is a day of family reunion, celebration and joy. However, unlike the most festive Spring Festival, the artistic conception of Yuanxiao is hazy. The dim lights, such as daytime lanterns and moonlight at willow tips, always make people think and give birth to a feeling of isolation. Yes, people are ecstatic at this festival.
Tangyuan is sweet, tangyuan is sweet.
Enjoy lanterns, see street scenes and solve riddles on lanterns, only the Lantern Festival. I saw the white jiaozi floating up and down in warm water, and the joy of the festival was wrapped in bean paste and sesame stuffing, so I tasted one, as sweet as childhood candy and as sweet as a child's smiling face. Jiaozi in the bowl echoes the bright moon in the sky. I finally understand that at this time, I taste not only Yuanxiao, but also the full moon. Eat slowly and don't worry. Grandma said in a faint and finely Wu language. Fortunately, I was born in the south, so I have the taste of Yuanxiao.
A few glutinous rice balls were swallowed, and there was still a trace of sweetness in the throat. It suddenly occurred to me that after the Lantern Festival, the year was really over. Lantern Festival is the starting point of the new year, the beginning of spring, the wanderer once again embarked on a journey, and everything returned to a busy and orderly scene. With the memory of beautiful festivals, I will continue to move forward and look forward to another Lantern Festival next year!
The reason why flowers bloom is just to wait for withering.
Jimmy said.
Maybe I don't know if I'm simple-minded You and I are running counter to each other. I can't bear it. In junior high school, I turned against your only best friend. I will always remember that you and I are good friends! !
The story begins like this: on the first day of school, I chose my position and a miracle happened. I have a tacit understanding with you at the same table, and you naturally become my deskmate. When I asked you why you chose this table, your answer was beyond my expectation, because your answer was actually the same as mine. Your mother and my mother said the same thing: "You should choose ... places." When we said this sentence at the same time, we both looked at each other in surprise, and then laughed recklessly, feeling speechless, because our respective mothers had the same idea.
The days passed day by day. Although you and I are indistinguishable, you are still you, and I am still me. There is no real integration. We have long lost the passion when we first met, but we are so eager to get each other's surprises. You have your partner, so do I, the gap naturally forms, and he boldly stands among us. I was so angry that I could only watch each other go further and further. I don't know if you are the same.
I seem to sit down with you calmly and talk about our recent situation. We seem to live in such a tacit understanding, but somehow, we have already become the most familiar strangers in our hearts. We can't go back.
Maybe in the future, when we meet again, we won't be so embarrassed. I will easily smile and say, "Hey! How have you been recently? Did you miss me? " As much as I want to know the answer.
Maybe this is the way we should get along, not being the best girlfriends, but being the best "buddies". If you haven't seen each other for a while, you can be passionate and attract each other.
Maybe this is growth. We can't possess each other selfishly. Life, there are always shortcomings, there is always a person to leave early. This is also the reason why we can't get along for a long time, and we can't get along according to our own predetermined trajectory.
In my dream, I want to know how many flowers have been broken; When I woke up, tears flowed like a river.
Your left hand, my years; My right hand, your reflection.
After the rain, nature gave the world a unique gift-colorful, clearly reflecting the charming color of the sun, which was very popular. Youth is like a rainbow after rain, full of rich colors.
Unconsciously, unconsciously, the students have entered the palace of youth, facing the colorful world in front of them, their hearts are inevitably full of joy.
Youth comes with junior high school life. In an instant, we seem to have stepped into a passionate era from naive childhood. We have no time to prepare and remember, and we are at a loss to usher in this throbbing era. At this time, our hearts can not help but add a trace of nostalgia, miss the carefree life of childhood, and fantasize about throwing away our schoolbags after school and disappearing with the noise.
Although I was troubled by nostalgia, the wonderful junior high school life that followed immediately pushed this kind of trouble to the outside of the cloud nine. When we got rid of our troubles, we were relieved and began to experience this beautiful life slowly. Before we could enjoy the short ten minutes every day, we saw the teacher's serious face and a thick stack of lesson plans in his hand appear in front of us. We have to continue to wander in triangles and all kinds of weird figures, walk slowly in the words composed of A, B and C, and find our foothold in the chemical forest with test tubes.
Finally ushered in the long-awaited bell, we stopped thinking and rushed to the vast playground, competing for silver-white football, showing a little immature skills. The surprise after shooting and the loss after being poured appear alternately in the two groups, but no matter whether they win or lose, everyone is very happy. With the melodious bell, we continue to roam in the ocean of problems. ...
For us, youth has both an ideal call and a test; There is the pain of failure and the joy of success. Let us have youth, cherish youth, show youth and praise youth.
The third grade composition 7 "What is youth?"
green
Youth is like mixed colors, neither single nor gloomy, but the main color is biased towards shy green. Like a newborn child who doesn't understand the world, and like a flower in bud, he is too ashamed to bloom beautifully.
Many people like bright colors such as red, green and blue, but ignore green. But I don't know that green is composed of these three tones, which can be described as a combination of beauty and beauty, but she doesn't want to show beauty, just like the blooming youth.
The beauty of youth needs us to discover, and the beauty of youth needs us to bloom. As long as we have a pair of discerning eyes and unremitting efforts, youth will shine like gold, with natural charm and impeccable.
spring
Spring is the most beautiful season among the four seasons, and everything is revived and full of vitality. Look at that piece of flowers, a piece of willow green, only to find that spring is full, so gorgeous. Isn't youth the spring of life? Like a torch, she lit the lamp of hope; It is also like a brush, drawing a perfect stroke in life; Like a gust of wind, it comes and goes without a trace ... she is so mysterious and so exciting. Like the rising sun, it is warm and clear.
Spring is summer, autumn and winter. Just like the passing of youth, enter middle age until old age. It is so short that it disappears before you learn to cherish it. Because of this, we must let youth shine for life before she slips away, and let the light of youth shine in every corner of life. Never waste your youth. "Spending youth is a crime." Don't let yourself go to the prison of life so young.
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Youth, taken apart, is "youth" and "spring". "Green" is a beautiful color; "Spring" is the most beautiful season of the year; "Youth" is the most beautiful season in life!
During the Chinese New Year, my brother and I both got New Year gifts. What is this? A gun (not a real gun, of course) After lunch that day, my brother and I rushed out of the door with guns and brought more than a dozen balloons. Sure, what are we doing? I haven't played with guns for a long time. My hands itch at the sight of a gun.
The weather outside is very good. Although it is in the severe winter, the warm winter days are warm and the blue sky is calm, which is a good weather for shooting.
I made great efforts to blow up some balloons. The new balloon was so difficult to blow that my brother was so excited that he "stood by". I just spent more than ten minutes preparing. I hung the balloon on the shelf and set the rules for playing with the balloon: two people take turns to play, and the younger brother plays first; Hit the biggest blue balloon and get two points; Hit the yellow balloon and get three points; Hit the smallest red balloon and get four points.
The younger brother picked up the gun and seemed to aim intently for a while. He only heard a bang, and a yellow balloon burst. "Oh, oh! I hit it! I hit it! " My brother is dancing with joy.
The second shot is my turn. I aimed at it for a while and hit a red one at once, with a score of four. I saw my brother's face suddenly become cloudy. Next, because of his bad mood, his brother missed a balloon several times in a row. He was furious and shouted, "What's going on!" I also crooked my mouth. It seems that I can still hang a bottle on my mouth!
The weather is getting hotter and hotter. I feel dizzy when I look at the scope, and the balloon is losing face. One by one, my brother wrote and drew in the scoreboard ... Why did he miss a few balloons and then add them to the last check? He scored more points than I did. Uh-huh, it turns out that my brother added all the balloons he blew to his score. All right! You little brat! Originally, it was agreed that the inflated balloons would be divided equally, but you ... He solemnly said, "You are the elder brother, you should let your younger brother ..." It made me laugh and cry.
After the shooting, on the way home, my brother ran and shouted, "I played much better than my brother!" " "We laughed happily together.
Although we only aim for a while, it also makes our arms ache. I think how hard it is for the PLA uncle to stand guard in the frontier of the motherland every day! They can't go home and reunite with their relatives during the Spring Festival. I must learn from their spirit of not being afraid of hardship and selfless dedication, and encourage me to study hard and make progress every day with the spirit of my uncle in the People's Liberation Army.
The ninth grade second hand "Ding, Ding, Ding" points to twelve o'clock. The dim light in the corridor is a bit mysterious. Under the white light of the desk lamp, I still wrote a half-finished math problem ... I folded my hands, closed my eyes, made a pious wish, and then, tired, fell asleep in the first second of the new year. ...
Early in the morning, I got up early, breathed evenly in the bedroom, got up and got dressed, and cold water splashed on my face, and I suddenly lost my tiredness. The breath of mint toothpaste poured into my mouth and nose. I told myself gently, "You should be worthy of yourself in the new year."
Back to the dormitory, I'm not sleepy at all. I sat by the window and watched the night recede and the sun rise. The process is really beautiful. The dignified black light turned into a deep lake blue, and I saw a faint gray released from a gap in the horizon. Then the light of pure gold radiates from the horizon, reflecting the beautiful outline of the sunrise. Finally, the red sun rises slowly, and in an instant, the red sun rises slowly.
After getting up with all my roommates, the sun has risen high and the blue sky is clean and clear. In the winter morning, there is a thin layer of fog on the glass, and the faint golden outline of the sun is printed in my heart.
On the way to school, laughter and good wishes kept shuttling around the campus, and I took a deep breath. Today's air is not as cold and pungent as before, and the teaching building in front is looming, which is purgatory and paradise. Tell yourself gently, "Come on!"
From the beginning of faith, I also want to see the beauty of hope in the dark, waiting for the miracle of dawn in the dark night, but in the cold winter, when the new year is coming, I really smell the breath of spring flowers.
According to the global land area survey, the land area survey in China shows that the total area is the most widely occupied by the ocean, the remaining usable area is very small, the living area is very small, and the cultivated land area is very small ... Therefore, the problems of land loss, housing and cultivated land have emerged ... There is pressure on future generations!
Looking at the high graves and another "village" in the village, people can't help but think of many other places in the world. Is there a broader "solution"? Then, as who predicted, it will be "the dead and the living compete for land", which is obviously in line with some actual situations.
Trees have been cut down in large numbers, the green area has been reduced, and the land has been desertified ... Look at the familiar words and think about the benefits brought by greening and trees. Is there a feeling of unequal exchange? Now, in front of piles of graves, they are likely to replace green spaces like mushrooms after rain. If there is no restriction, this result is natural growth, which is an inevitable result, just like the natural law, "natural selection, survival of the fittest." At that time, astronauts will never see this beautiful planet from outer space. Instead of hers, it's a "horned thing."
However, there are always solutions to the problems. Try to think boldly, put the soul of the deceased under the roots, and then a meaningful tree will stand on the earth. In addition, there are well-recognized morals, such as "the trees are evergreen, the land lasts forever" and "the fallen leaves return to the roots, and people return to heaven and earth". Call it "tree soul" for the time being!