A person's life is a snap of his fingers. Man is different from other animals because he has thoughts and feelings. Although this life needs to go through four stages: birth and death. It can be said that when people are born, they are more sad and melancholy.
However, isn't this kind of life unusual and meaningful because of thinking and emotion?
Nothing in life is more important than affection.
What makes me feel the deepest is maternal love.
Watching my mother work hard for me; Listen to my mother's nagging and work hard for me; I am deeply moved to think that everything my mother has done is to give me a good living environment and hope that I can study happily. But all these have sown a young species in my young and strong heart.
One day, it will sprout and thrive. ...
Mother is ordinary, but for me, it is a heater in the middle of winter, which makes people red and warm.
I often study late, sometimes I go to bed first and then get up in the middle of the night to "fight".
But no matter how late it is, after I turn off the lights, my mother's vague figure will always appear by the bed: a pair of rough but warm hands will always help me cover the half-opened quilt.
In a daze, I felt my mother's temperature. Although it is sometimes cold, it is always extremely hot when it comes into contact with me.
I often wonder why my mother always wakes up at the first time and summons a dream for me, even in the early morning.
The moon is hanging in the sky, and the moonlight shines on the lonely avenue. Everyone is asleep, and my mother is with me. The night is endless, and my heart will never get tired with the quiet moonlight. Because my mother's love for me will always accompany me, illuminate the darkness and drive away the cold.
Mother is like a compass. With it, I will never get lost. Motherly love is like a bright key, which can open the black box, emit bright light, illuminate my life path and ignite my positive heart.
In my life, there will always be a pair of loving eyes to support and encourage me silently; Love me all my life; Accompany my laughter and sadness all the way.
After a short life, maternal love accompanied me for a long time. ...
Lyric Prose of Middle School Students 2 Listening to Cold Rain,
Wandering in the cold rainy season.
That hasty step,
Is it a return? Or a passer-by
Listen to the cold rain,
Little by little!
A thousand years' long wait,
Just look back at each other at that moment.
Listen to the cold rain,
Once lost in the cold and rainy streets.
Looking back deeply,
Is it gone? Or hope?
Feel the cold rain comfortably,
Slow and urgent!
A gathering of eternal feelings,
The torch of hope is lit only for that star.
Listen to the cold rain,
I pushed open the old doors and windows that had been silent for a long time.
That silent life change,
Is it declining? Or brilliant?
Touching the cold rain deeply,
Bingbingshuang!
The eternal loneliness of this life,
Just for that eternal and firm belief.
Listen to the cold rain,
Once soaked in a fiery soul.
That cold heart,
Is it death? Still alive?
The cold rain in my heart,
Sad and cool!
The dripping romance in reality,
Only for stubborn passers-by
Listen to the cold rain,
Who is the cold rain song sinking for?
I wonder what rain and snow it is in winter, and the fog reflects the truth.
I prefer warm weather to cold weather, and put out the pillow of resentment around the stove.
There is a bright moon in Shen Xing at night, and I want to sleep with Henge.
Dream on Maonan people to enjoy Yin Hui, the north is freezing.
Goose feathers are tumbling in the wild today, and birds are extinct, belonging to cave rocks.
If spring and summer are not chaotic, there will be smoke on the ice roof.
Recalling this night and the cold, I am vain and ashamed.
Look at the moon before seeing you off, and regret not going to the temple because of the cold.
(1) What is the problem? What does this mean?
(2) The meaning of the rain-sounding jade verb
(2) The pillow verb refers to sleeping.
(3) Haze refers to ice flowers condensed by water vapor; The appearance of white air.
(3) Shen Xing studies, which means there are many stars; It seems to be falling.
(4) Yin Hui Moonlight
(5) Heaven refers to the laws of nature.
(6) Standing in ancient Chinese.
(7) The whisper refers to the window.
(8) Not going to the temple means Guanghan Palace.
I don't know what kind of rain and snow it is in winter, but the fog reflects the truth.
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1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1, 1 1 1 1 1 1.
Today1111111,11.
1111Give birth to one, nothing.
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Middle school students' lyric prose 4. Appreciation of middle school students' lyric prose: dispersion, pain and forgetting.
Don't stay, don't look back.
I like to be a quiet girl, but the reality is always not as beautiful as I want. I am lively and even a little provocative.
Everyone around me is pretending, including myself.
My former best friend, A, used to be careless and didn't care about anything. She was a little cute, so she was charming! But now, she has completely changed. She pretended to be cute, restrained her tough side in front of unfamiliar boys, didn't swear, pouted, and her eyes were full of innocence.
I admire her acting very much. This is the only thing I admire about her.
Oh, almost every boy who hasn't taken her class has been cheated. When they talk about A in their spare time, they always think that A is a nice person, cute and naive, with a good figure and average appearance. Ironically, if they knew, how could they say that!
A In fact, several times, she secretly satirized other people's poor figure. She is tall, thin and weak. There is a girl in our class who is chubby and often said by A. A also said that she is thin and wants to gain weight in front of many people! Just say it. What does that tone mean? !
I know I abandoned my fat.
But no one laughed.
Everything in the world has fruit.
Yi's physical weakness is proof.
Don't complain about the unfairness of the world.
I only blame myself for having evil thoughts.
If you have no distractions.
How did you get into such a state?
Middle school students' lyric prose 5 reverie; Row a boat of Knicks in the middle of the month, overflowing the Milky Way, inviting all violent blue spirits outside the universe for nine days, beating gongs in the red fox hut, leading the way with the bow of jade unicorn, carrying a boat of stars, traveling through the clouds to meet the glory of the East, or digging another gap on the shore of the Milky Way, and coming and going freely ...!
Distant feelings; Pretending to sleep on the branches of osmanthus trees, I watched. Listen; Dewdrops on the Moon Mountain jumped up and down, kissed the fragrance of the stamens, and whispered on the leaves, leaving the crystal silk falling and the arrow on the string. Overlooking; The moon shadow and reflection in the clear wave, the giant fish in the deep pool kissed the ray of light and sang with the golden toad.
Blink in the ink wind of Bai Tong to pursue your dreams!
Dreaming; Xiaoxiao's wind! A month in the sky, a month in the wine jar, thirsty, the wine jar dried up, and I drank my heart for a month. There were cats in my eyes and graceful shadows in the shade.
See the shadow of the goose in the sky, or just rest on the tree in the moonlight and decorate it with Bai Tong's pen!
Imagination; Pull a maple leaf, pick a chrysanthemum yellow, make a boat with a big gourd, hand-crank a banana fan and step; Heart sea, heart lake. Solidification; Shan Ye is lush, clear as water, and it blows past the wonders of bridge opening in March. There is a forest of birds singing, a vine extending, a plain green, a wisp of smoke lingering, a small snake blocking the way, and a small white goose fence calling ahead, so you can find this continent in the moonlight; Bluestone table, tea ceremony, Qu Yun, wine poems, hut candlelight-why not!
Distant thoughts, finding a bosom friend, rocking on the moon boat, you have to think about it, or in a dream! Today; Bai Tong used a colored magic pen!
The lyric prose of middle school students 6 "A Man's Movie" is over.
When I wrote 8000 words, a manuscript for trial was returned. Xiao Min said that the knitting marks were too strong.
To tell the truth, I'm really a little unwilling. Once, I had no hope for the manuscript that was thrown out. Later the manuscript was tried. Time goes by day, waiting is long, and my mood fluctuates with the change of time. I always hope that when I can't see the direction, I can turn around. How much struggle and hard work can be gained.
This time, it was so close, only one step away, but it was still empty.
In the final analysis, creation is a happy thing, but it is always accompanied by pain. I wrote 8000 words, and the story should be over. How can we give a happy ending to the story? First, we should impress ourselves, and then everyone who reads the story. The closer it is to the end, the more uneasy it is.
It's not fiction, it's not weaving, it's the natural development of the story. Finally, you can stop writing.
I struggled with these questions all night. Frustration and loss followed. I'm really scared, afraid that I can't get anything from my efforts, and I'm afraid that I can't get results from my efforts. I don't know how long I can hold on under the heavy bondage of work and family. I don't want to keep wandering.
Some words are just so melodramatic. Writing is lonely, but I really like to knock out one beautiful love story after another under my own hands. Not afraid of loneliness, not afraid of wandering, afraid of never finding your own heart and direction.
The next day, I used my free time at work to type the next few hundred words. With the help of office computers and printers, the manuscript will be printed out for final modification and polishing. Read the manuscript carefully several times, and at the beginning of the article, knock down the last name. This novel is called "One Man's Movie", and its name still has multiple meanings.
Send the manuscript to Xiao Min. Many articles she sent touched my heart deeply. Under her, a large number of experts gathered, including my favorite famous petty bourgeoisie writer. In other words, there is still a distance from the requirements of the magazine, but as long as it doesn't stop, what are you afraid of?
On qq, the personalized signature column was changed to a string of characters: "I like to travel alone, stop and go everywhere ..."
May Day is coming, and now I finally have a long vacation to relax my writing for two years. Although the road ahead is confused, we will never back down.
One Man's Movie is a tragedy. The story begins and ends at will. At the end of the story, there is only one heroine left, and there is another question that can never be answered: Who are you? Who is the man who is looking for you everywhere?
I have finished writing One Man's Movie. I hope you will like it this time.
Middle school students' lyric prose 7 dreams in their hearts! Eternal dream! The dream of hometown! _ _ _ _ Chinese Dream!
The capital of China, the hometown of civilization! Surprised fish and fine water, Jiangnan, Wan Li boundless Great Wall;
One of the four ancient countries, the source of four great inventions.
The steel arm forged by unity and friendship holds up the glory from generation to generation!
The track of etiquette civilization construction shuttles between peace and friendship, putting peace in a "foreign land".
First-class thousands of miles to the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River gave birth to people-Wan Li Yellow River, mother river!
The sun and the moon compete for glory, time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle;
The pace of the times is gradually stepping into China, and the rapid development is taking time to pay tribute to the motherland!
China, surrounded by mountains, is picturesque before our eyes.
China, where I was born, where my heart belongs, where my dream originated, created and succeeded! Follow the footsteps of the times and fly your dreams here. Create a perfect life and grow together with the motherland! Create a dream of prospering the motherland with sweat, patriotism and dreams in your heart! Cast an eternal dream! Forever Chinese dream!
2 1 century, high-tech era. At this time, a person walking in the street saw tall buildings and a steel forest. ! The car sped by in front of us and the cruise ship was anchored in the middle of the water. The sound of rumbling planes crossing the Taiping Line has been heard in the air, which witnessed China in the 2nd century! The dream that already exists in my heart _ _ _ _ the Chinese dream of science and technology!
2 1 century, a troubled century. Although the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan has been strangely subsided for a long time, the sudden disaster has left people with fear and shock that can never be erased! Of course, China's spirit of solidarity, mutual assistance and friendship also makes the people of our city deeply gratified and happy, and China's principle of "one side is in trouble and all sides support" remains unchanged from beginning to end! No matter how difficult it is, no matter how serious the disaster is, no matter how much resources and money there are, no matter how far the country is, as long as China is still here! China will save it! My heart is already an existing dream! _ _ _ _ Friendly Chinese Dream!
2 1 century, a century of prosperity and peace. Yes, both peacetime and affluent times are gratifying and happy. The topic of "eight consecutive increases" in China has always been the hottest topic of the whole people in the 1990s. When the country is rich, the people will be rich and the people's lives will be better. Here, everyone in China is enjoying the wealth and peace brought by the government. The era of peace and prosperity is what everyone expects, but at the same time, we hope it can be maintained, because a strong country will make people strong! The people are strong and the country is strong! The dream that has sprouted in my heart-the Chinese dream of prosperity and peace!
Fly your dreams! Chinese dream! Eternal dream! !
The lyric prose of middle school students is 8 years old, and it is already late autumn. I don't know what I'm looking for, but I just want to find something in the last sunset of this autumn. The cold wind blew the fallen leaves and swept my eyes as if to show me something. Bend down, only to find colorful leaves in the afterglow. Are you protesting to me? I'm sorry, except for you, it seems that I am the only one walking in this cold wind, and it seems that I am the only one creaking in this silence. Maybe I feel lonely! Seeing you, I can't help but pick it up and study it carefully, trying to find the secret that belongs to you only.
The cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter has taken away so many secrets of my childhood. I just picked up a leaf from the fallen leaves all over the sky Childhood dreams are like this colorful fallen leaf scattered all over the place. At that time, I didn't know the truth. I just want to hold an umbrella and stay quietly in the rain. I don't know what sadness is. I just like watching raindrops fall and splash, but I just like the sound of rain, but I can't help getting close. At that time, I didn't know the world. I just want to build a wall and hide myself quietly. I don't know what escape is. I just want to be my own king silently. I was just willing to dream in a daze, but I couldn't help but want to hide.
The cold wind suddenly came, holding up the fallen leaves, the cold wind, you are my first love, dancing happily with you. Suddenly, the cold wind carried the fallen leaves in my hand into the distant mud. I don't know what happened, but I accepted the verdict silently. The cold wind swept through the fallen leaves covered soil, rose again, and wandered to unknown places in the distance. The fallen leaves covered with mud struggled on the ground and continued to drift away with the wind, but he was no longer light and could only swing there, watching the cold wind go away alone this winter.
The first snow in winter comes unexpectedly. Snowflakes are beautiful, flying in the air and slowly falling on the fallen leaves. Maybe it can't be called fallen leaves anymore! He is no different from the soil. When the snowflake approached, he was afraid that he was contaminated with that purity, and that the cold wind with snowflake could not give him the answer he wanted. Before he could ask anything, he was deeply buried in the snow. The snow is very cold, and he wants to get close to the towering trees that gave birth to him from here, where there are his companions and traces of his shelter.
When it germinated in early spring, the warm sunshine removed the snow, but there was no trace of it on the still wet land. That dead leaf may only flash in my memory like the sea. With the passage of time, the memory of that fallen leaf may have been buried deep in the corner where I can't look up. However, in which lonely late autumn, the warmth brought by the fallen leaves quietly sprouted hope in which long winter. The picture of late autumn flashed in my sleep. When I saw you floating towards me and holding you in my hand again, my mouth turned up unconsciously.
Open your eyes and look at the sunshine scattered in the room, and you can't wait to find your trace. Those childhood dreams have already turned into fallen leaves and filled the soil in my heart. When the clouds cover my eyes, the soil with nutrients will give birth to new dreams, turn into bright stars and light up the future.
The lilacs in the courtyard of middle school students' lyric prose are in full bloom, and the pleasant fragrance comes to the nose.
I don't know what the flower language of lilacs is, but I know that every lilac represents my father's deep love for my mother, because that year my mother just casually said that she likes the unique fragrance of lilacs, and my father planted lilacs in the garden for her.
I still remember the sudden storm. It's already late at night and everyone is asleep. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden gale, lightning and thunder, and it was stormy. I was awakened by the sound coming from the yard and got up vaguely to have a look. It turned out that my father was afraid that the storm would take away the little life of lilacs, so he got up all night to set up a tent for them, without even wearing a raincoat and umbrella, and hurriedly found a tent and ran up. ......
Looking at his thin figure, I couldn't help crying. Father is old and tired, and seems unable to afford a heavy family. I can't be willful anymore. I want to be good, grow up and live up to expectations. I silently walked back to my room, for fear that my father would know that I was awake and blame myself for being too noisy. Lying in bed, looking at the dim night outside the window and listening to the dripping rain, my inner feelings deepened. A gust of wind blew, and I shuddered, and a little bit of drowsiness came to my face, but I couldn't sleep.
At this time, I was thinking, if my mother saw this scene, would she be moved? Will the relationship between mom and dad go further? I am waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Finally, that year, the lilacs were blooming brilliantly, and other people's flowers had already been badly beaten by the downpour, but the flowers in my small yard were particularly gorgeous and more beautiful than ever. Is it because of dad's careful care? Or is Lilac grateful? I remember that my father had a bad cold after that night, and my mother asked for leave to take care of my father at home for several days until she recovered.
Wow, your flowers smell good. Listening to the admiration of neighbors, mom and dad's faces are filled with happy smiles. Fortunately, I was admitted to high school that year, which was a good ending.
That year, lilacs bloomed beautifully. ......
Lyric Prose for Middle School Students 10 Get up, it's six twenty!
Mother's urging came from downstairs again, hoping that mother's breakfast would be ready again.
I stretched myself and looked at the ceiling darkly, thinking about what to do for breakfast today. I have a beautiful smile in my heart.
It's good to have a mother's child. I'm almost forty years old. Every day, people shout to get up for breakfast, not afraid of being late for work and sleep.
When I went downstairs, I saw several kinds of breakfasts on the table, such as noodles, porridge, steamed bread, buckwheat buns, several dishes of side dishes, sour beans, salted radishes and fried soybeans ... all of which were my favorite since childhood. So, I grabbed a steamed bread and directly stuffed a handful of fried soybeans into my mouth. My mother just told her not to wash her face and ate it. She is almost forty years old, but she looks like a child. She doesn't like hygiene, and she's not afraid of being uncomfortable after eating. With his mouth full of food, he couldn't answer at all. I just nodded desperately to show that I heard it with a smile.
When I was going out, my mother stopped me again and handed me an umbrella. At this time, I found that it had started to rain lightly. It was careless, I said to myself.
At ten past eleven, my mobile phone rang. Needless to say, it must be my mother again. She called and asked me if I would go home for dinner after work. I paused for 20 seconds, took the phone and told her that she had no other plans at noon today and would go home for dinner on time. I hung up my mother's phone and my heart was full of joy.
At noon, my mother changed the pattern and cooked a sumptuous meal. It happened that my uncle passed by my house and had a light meal. When eating, my uncle always praises my mother's cooking, which is not salty or light, not spicy or greasy, with complete colors and just right. My mother's face is a little red, maybe she is a little shy by my uncle, hee hee.
After dinner, I bumped into my stomach, made a pot of tea for my uncle and grandpa, and took a lunch break. I messed up the leftovers on the table and gave them to my mother. It seems that I haven't seen my mother take a lunch break since I was a child. Isn't my mother sleepy? Maybe I didn't get into the habit of taking a lunch break.
At half past eight, I dragged my tired body and hurried home. The company worked overtime again today. Fortunately, I had the foresight to call my mother in advance and report overtime, otherwise my mobile phone would have been blown up. I'm afraid I'll answer it, but she will definitely call every 20 minutes.
I heard my neighbor ask my mother from a distance, is your eldest son still at work? I am still waiting for him to come back for dinner. It's so late. Let's eat early. My mother smiled and said, Oh, I'll be right back. Wait, it's more lively for a family to eat together.
I looked at my mother from a distance, her thin figure, gray hair and expectant eyes under the light. I am really drunk.