1 day night, I lay in bed staring blankly, looking at the night sky outside the window. Gradually, I fell asleep. ...
This is a very strange and beautiful blue superstar. It's huge, and its mass is 30 times that of the sun. There seems to be no stain on the shiny blue, and there is a beautiful "Phnom Penh" on the edge. There is a big fire in Phnom Penh. Who would have thought that there would be such a spectacular scene in the depths of this universe? I was shocked. It took me a long time to move the camera to the left and aim it at the front of the spaceship. Suddenly, I felt my eyes shine. Oh, my God, what did I see? A radiation ring is spinning at an extremely fast speed, and nothing can be seen in the center of the ring. It was dark, like an abyss, and the scene was like a beautiful annular eclipse. Jack froze: "Is there such a celestial body in the universe?" I can't get over it. Suddenly, I saw the blue giant changed, obviously pear-shaped. The tip of the pear is pointing to the ring, emitting a shiny "arrow".
"Ah, a black hole!" I came to my senses. I understand that blue giant is being attracted by the strong gravity of black holes, and this is the end of the stars. I was shocked, but I also made a fatal mistake. I forgot that the spaceship is still traveling at the speed of light. And it's the same direction that the blue giant was sucked.
The air in the cabin is getting hotter and hotter, which makes me puzzled. I woke up in a cold sweat. Black holes came at the spaceship like monsters. I realized: "it's over, I made an irreparable mistake, which caused the spacecraft to fall into a bottomless black hole."
The halo of the black hole is spinning wildly, and the spaceship is like a small ant in front of the black hole, occupying more than half of the sky. Because of the speed of the black hole, there is a strong gravitational effect in the spacecraft. Jack can't breathe under pressure. Just then, a huge recoil suddenly rushed over and almost crushed Jack's bones. He let out a cry and lost consciousness. ...
I woke up from my dream in fear and found that everything was a dream. But I was scared out in a cold sweat.
My hometown has a unique scenery. On the first floor of the tile-roofed house, a kind of green plant covers, and layers of leaves form a pleasing green wall, which makes the impetuous mind return to the original nature and tranquility at once. This is Parthenocissus tricuspidata.
In the clear sky of Wan Li, those places with thick green leaves on the wall are all dark green, the leaves are open to the outside, and the scales reflect a little silver light, which makes people feel that this dark green is not lonely, just like an imperceptible smile brewing in the depths. Looking up along the vine, it is light green leaves, and at the top of the vine, it is bright red. People say that "frost leaves are redder than February flowers". I don't think the frost leaves are as red and lovely as it is.
When the wind blows, the tiger climbs like a huge relief, deep and shallow, with distinct layers. The leaves roll in turn and jump neatly, which is a green wave and a sea of Parthenocissus tricuspidata! Occasionally, there are one or two kittens, petite figures running after them, and Parthenocissus tricuspidata patting them, patting their immature childhood and propping up green umbrellas for them. At this moment, when I calm down, I can hear a voice surging, "almost ... almost ...". This is not the loneliness of autumn wind sweeping away leaves; It's not the joy of a stream jumping over a stone. It is low but lively, it is the sea of Parthenocissus tricuspidata, the waves of the ocean, and the rumble of the waves.
In the evening, the drizzle fell on the earth, and Parthenocissus tricuspidata was covered with smoke and dust, and the rain became tighter and tighter. Beads of rain rolled down from Tianshan Mountain, and raindrops fell on the ground, wetting everything. The peony on the other side seems to be impressed by this momentum, hanging its charming head, and the usually radiant rose is also vulnerable at this time. Only the Parthenocissus tricuspidata, shrouded in smoke, did not bow to the wind and rain. It stood proudly in the wind and rain, shook off the glittering and translucent raindrops, and then straightened its waist. The rain is still raging, and the leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata are intertwined ... Despite the baptism of wind and rain, it is full of hope for life in the rain curtain. I admire Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which is deep, tenacious and magnificent. It is the green wall of life, giving people countless strength.
Green leaves! Layers of green leaves, I think, which one am I?
Like all parents, my father has been teaching me the truth of being a man since I was a child. Sometimes his every move, every word and deed can inspire me and push me forward. What I want to tell is one of the stories.
A few months ago, I overheard my father and mother talking about his loss of the position of director. It turned out that his father's unit was merged with other organs, and his original post of director was also cancelled. I'm sorry to learn that, but the most important thing is my poor vanity. Alas! I'm afraid people will laugh at me. But this happened again. At a party with some long-lost friends, I asked my father what position he was now.
This seems to hit a nerve. My poor self-esteem made me tell a lie. "ah! Your dad is really good! Much better than my father! " My friend will comment immediately. But my heart was in a mess, and the chat behind me didn't take the next sentence, and I didn't know what happened. I only regret not listening to my parents that day.
But my father was as cool as a cucumber as if it had never happened, which surprised me. Then one day, my father and I went out and met a friend of his in the car. This man mentioned that problem again as well as my good friend. I really want to tell him the lie I made up. Father was outspoken and told the truth a long time ago. My poor vanity made me blush again. I thought: My father himself. ...
When I got off the bus, I was full of blame for my father, and my face was calm and unhappy. My father seemed to see something and took two steps and said to me, "I know your heart." But I want to tell you that the hero is the one who can bend and stretch. Although I am not the director now, this is a work arrangement and a common occurrence. "Suddenly, I don't know what it's like. I looked at my father and couldn't say a word. I just found out that my father seems to have grown taller, surpassing my "short" height of 1.78 meters.
Soon after, my father was reinstated. Everyone congratulated him, but he was still the same as when he lost his job. Flat and light. For me, I didn't brag to anyone this time. I just said, "He is really a good father."
My hometown has a unique scenery. On the first floor of the tile-roofed house, a kind of green plant covers, and layers of leaves form a pleasing green wall, which makes the impetuous mind return to the original nature and tranquility at once. This is Parthenocissus tricuspidata.
In the clear sky of Wan Li, those places with thick green leaves on the wall are all dark green, the leaves are open to the outside, and the scales reflect a little silver light, which makes people feel that this dark green is not lonely, just like an imperceptible smile brewing in the depths. Looking up along the vine, it is light green leaves, and at the top of the vine, it is bright red. People say that "frost leaves are redder than February flowers". I don't think the frost leaves are as red and lovely as it is.
When the wind blows, the tiger climbs like a huge relief, deep and shallow, with distinct layers. The leaves roll in turn and jump neatly, which is a green wave and a sea of Parthenocissus tricuspidata! Occasionally, there are one or two kittens, petite figures running after them, and Parthenocissus tricuspidata patting them, patting their immature childhood and propping up green umbrellas for them. At this moment, when I calm down, I can hear a voice surging, "almost ... almost ...". This is not the loneliness of autumn wind sweeping away leaves; It's not the joy of a stream jumping over a stone. It is low but lively, it is the sea of Parthenocissus tricuspidata, the waves of the ocean, and the rumble of the waves.
In the evening, the drizzle fell on the earth, and Parthenocissus tricuspidata was covered with smoke and dust, and the rain became tighter and tighter. Beads of rain rolled down from Tianshan Mountain, and raindrops fell on the ground, wetting everything. The peony on the other side seems to be impressed by this momentum, hanging its charming head, and the usually radiant rose is also vulnerable at this time. Only the Parthenocissus tricuspidata, shrouded in smoke, did not bow to the wind and rain. It stood proudly in the wind and rain, shook off the glittering and translucent raindrops, and then straightened its waist. The rain is still raging, and the leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata are intertwined ... Despite the baptism of wind and rain, it is full of hope for life in the rain curtain. I admire Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which is deep, tenacious and magnificent. It is the green wall of life, giving people countless strength.
Green leaves! Layers of green leaves, I think, which one am I?
I recently learned an article about Xiang Yu in Chinese class, and I can't help but feel deeply.
Since ancient times, Xiang Yu has been called a hero, especially when he finally committed suicide in Wujiang, which made the world sigh. Xiang Yu's character is tragic, which also doomed his ending. Xiang Yu is armed, courageous, scheming and compassionate. He is brave and cruel, ambitious and short-sighted. The protagonist's psychology is extremely contradictory.
Heroes should have courage and verve, and cross the rubicon like Xiang Yu. Like Li Guang, in the face of an enemy dozens of times his own, he dismounted and untied his saddle to win by silence; Like Barton, let the mobile division go straight into the enemy's interior until the gasoline runs out.
Heroes should be witty and resourceful, like Xiang Yu, who only takes three days' rations to motivate soldiers to forget themselves and fight; Like Zhang Fei, he skillfully released the military plane and captured Yan Yan alive; Like Mao Zedong, a diversion, four crossing Chishui.
Heroes should have indomitable quality and tenacious style, be humiliated by their legs like Han Xin, and be resilient; Stick to your faith and never give up, just like Lincoln did when he first ran for governor; Just as Deng Xiaoping was sent to receive re-education, we should bear the burden of humiliation and create new ideas for reform and opening up.
Chu and Han fought for five years, the hero Xiang Yu lost, and the rogue Liu Bang won. Why? It lies in Xiang Yu's unpopularity and Liu Bang's flexibility. It lies in Xiang Yu's indecision and Liu Bang's decisiveness. If history can go back and let the hero Bonaparte bring back two generals guarding the rear, then the battle of Waterloo must be another Austerlitz; If history could be turned back and Kublai Khan's navy had slightly improved its warships, Japan would have been extinct and China would have entered modernization. However, the carriage of history has never been reversed, and the cry of heroes has gradually been lost in the historical process, leaving only the comments of future generations, remembering only those vague figures, incomprehensible hearts and sentimentality.
Concluding remarks
The merits and demerits of heroes are left to future generations to comment on.
Chinese is written in black and white, and it is also a heritage rooted in the bones, flowing in the veins of China people.
He is alive, and his heartbeat is hidden in a painting.
I seem to see a girl with fine features, her hair tied in a bun like an old friend, dressed in a plain clothes, a round fan in her hand, and a slight smile on her mouth.
She shook the round fan and read, "When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.". For me, take a hug home as a symbol of our love. "
Feng Dan's eyes were full of faint thoughts.
I think China people are just like this exquisite girl. Although the words are light, the meaning is unforgettable. What kind of language, such as Chinese, accurately expresses your thoughts, chews them carefully, and is reluctant to let go? The feelings of the ancients were passed down through those ancient poems. We carefully touched the bright moon and the pot of tea for hundreds of thousands of years through those black words, which is people.
Chinese is also like a performer on the stage, with a beautiful figure, bright and moving, smiling and touching the hearts of the audience.
Oh, flowing, beautiful and charming.
A thousand kinds of people have a thousand views on her, and the pain and joy are all experienced in the body. The more I think about it, the deeper I am, immersed in her bright eyes and teeth, unable to extricate myself.
Time is like the sea, it washes away some things, but it flushes some things into your face. Four seasons change, from white walls and tiles to skyscrapers, only China people accompany time quietly in the years. She is a line of poems, full of strong words and dusty poetic history; She may just be the small print in her diary, the small pronunciation on vowels, and the red mark next to the Chinese book.
If you open a Chinese book one day, you may find a girl in plain clothes with bright eyes. She said, "There are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood. I'm glad you don't know. "
Next, your heart will move.
It turns out that Chinese has already penetrated into the bone marrow.
In the morning, I was wrapped in a narrow bus and shuttled through the besieged city at dusk. Regardless of the cold wind and heavy rain, I walked alone in this street countless times. I don't know why I feel so heavy this time, as if I were walking in a huge magnetic object with iron shoes at my feet. Probably influenced by that thing in the morning!
Knowing that I was considered to sit firmly on the throne and was pushed out of the top of the English remedial class, I suddenly heard the thunder, and the glory suddenly left me, as if my heart were in the Woods in late autumn. I am like the person who is picking up fallen leaves, and I miss the lost green with a wry smile. I walked feebly, and the road was extraordinarily long. Suddenly, a beam of sunshine stung my eyes strongly. What a beautiful scenery! The sun is struggling to escape from the shackles of the horizon, which is a role unwilling to admit defeat!
In the shadow of the clouds, the sun's rays gradually disappeared, replaced by only a frightening shadow. Is the sun still unable to defeat the endless dark forces? However, I was wrong, and a ray of light appeared again. It achieved this persistence in despair. "Heaven rewards diligence", the sun shines brilliantly on every corner, and the dark clouds yield! I suddenly woke up. Isn't my situation so similar to this scene? It turns out that I'm just the one who doesn't know myself. A philosopher often complains that his talents are not fully exerted, so he says to him, "Can you pick up that sand in the ground?" "Of course not!" Said dismissively. "If there is a pearl in the ground, will you still worry about not finding it?"
I see: Try to be a pearl! This is me, and I am me. Despite the resentment that there is no way out, I still face life with confidence: "One day, I will ride the wind and waves and sail straight across the deep sea." Did I get any inspiration from it?
I really appreciate that I went into my back garden, read and asked the answer in my heart. The same me, with the changing sun, moon and stars on my head, running at my feet, with my special feelings, bravely chasing on my own road. ...
I didn't notice when the oral ulcer first appeared. Who will notice that his mouth will rot so much inadvertently, and it is generally invisible in the mouth. If it weren't for the pain, I don't think I would notice it for ten and a half months. Although it is not as strong as the muddy pain of touching the table, the stabbing pain of needles or the terrible pain of leg cramps, it is the most uncomfortable part of it.
The cause of pain is discomfort. In addition, the cause of the attack is unknown. Some say it's vitamin deficiency, others say it's excessive internal heat. You don't know which one, so you can't effectively prescribe the right medicine, which may delay a lot of treatment in the world and make you suffer more.
I did the same thing when I committed it. At first, the pain was when I was eating, and I felt that I didn't want to eat. It seems that every time I chew food, it hurts, and when I get up in the morning, it will come as scheduled, so you have to brush your teeth quickly to relieve it a little. After going to the hospital, the doctor actually said that it was caused by eating too much sugar. A lot of medicine was prescribed and it took several days to cure. But I didn't know the most uncomfortable place-recurrence. It is said that it will recur all the time. There are various reasons for recurrence, and it seems that there is no cure. Unless I pay attention to my oral diet, there will be fewer recurrences. Therefore, oral ulcers will always leave me quietly in a few days, and you will soon know.
Therefore, it is very important to maintain oral hygiene and pay attention to healthy diet and balanced nutrition. Only in this way can we stay away from oral ulcers and stay healthy.
On a quiet beach, there is a simple but simple hut. On the balcony facing the sea, begonia flowers are smelling the fragrance comfortably.
The oblique view of the setting sun and the faint twilight spread from the balcony to the sparkling sea in the distance. In the line of sight, two vague but clear figures are sitting hand in hand on the shoal in the vast seascape, playing with water gently barefoot. Until the sunset shines again and again, dyeing black hair into white makeup.
This is the sea breeze.
This is a dream that a girl who loves the sea has been carefully weaving. Although this dream is slim, it may never come true. Girls are afraid that one day, in reality, in society and under the influence of the secular, the dreams they once galloped will fade away and then remain. One day, girls will be busy all day and forget that they used to be a girl who loved dreaming. However, she will still face the reality bravely, carefully collect her dreams and put a clear and vast sea in her heart. Tell yourself that you should have a broad mind like the sea and a heart that loves the sea to love the world.
The sea always gives her endless leisure and yearning.
The girl thought that only a fool like herself would have such a dream. Until one time, in an article, she saw a girl dreaming of the wind at sea. It was an indescribable happiness and emotion, as if I had found a bosom friend. So she is very happy and wants to write her dream.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming every day, dreaming always feels so sweet.
Senior one Chinese composition 10 is a distant dream. In the long river of five thousand years, the essence of literature is condensed bit by bit. Humble, reciting immortal poems.
Tracing back to the source, we can see industrious and kind working people working in the fields in The Book of Songs, which is the simplicity of China people. It tells us the wisdom of ancient humans.
Looking back at history, in the Analects of Confucius, we see a saint who never tires of learning and never tires of teaching. He told us the truth of "reviewing the past and learning the new". "Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous" tells us the relationship between learning and thinking.
Through time and space, from Wang Bo' Wang Luobin' Yang Jiong' Lu Zhaolin' to Li Bai and then to Du Fu. When Li Bai was frustrated in the officialdom, he lamented that "it is difficult to get through the Shu Road and go to the sky". He wrote beautiful poems when he was addicted to mountains and rivers. Although Li Bai was frustrated, he wrote against the waves the ambition of "I will ride the wind and waves and sail straight to the sea one day", which showed us his ambition. Ann can frown and do things forcefully, and will never be seen as an honest face! Let us see the spirit, which is the soul of a nation. Du Fu was penniless in his later years. In the face of the idea that "there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the feet of the rain are like hemp", he thinks that "there are thousands of spacious buildings, and all the poor in the world are happy, and my broken house freezes to death alone". How can this spirit not be convincing? This is the courage of a nation!
Throughout the ages, many scholars, poets, scholars and teachers have taught us many truths, such as teachers' advice and persuasion. From their articles, we can see the glory of 5,000 years of history and culture and the profoundness of Chinese culture. She is not only a communication tool, but also the brightest one in the sky.
Chinese is a wonderful art, which will bring a slight breeze to everyone, just like in a dry desert, nourishing the wasteland of the soul and gestating the oasis of the spirit.
Senior one Chinese composition 1 1 As the saying goes, a smile is ten years old. As long as we have a happy, confident and positive attitude towards life, then the world will be full of laughter.
I am a basketball fan, and playing basketball is my greatest pleasure. I will definitely not miss the school basketball court. Well, I'm going to show my skills on the basketball court again and play against other classes.
The game started. I served quickly and made a fierce attack on the enemy, ready to lose with one blow. I didn't expect to come out halfway and stopped me with his "huge body harder than the wall". In desperation, I had to pass the ball to my teammates. The ball went out, but I hit the wall head-on by inertia. I rolled aside like a football and immediately made everyone laugh. Then I was revived by blood, rushed to the ball again and hugged it. Finally, I made the free throw line and made a three-step layup. My jumping point is just 60 degrees away from the white frame of the basketball board. I jumped so high that I almost touched the frame, which was the best shooting place. The audience next to me was so absorbed that they were worried that my ball wouldn't go out. My teammates also clenched their fists and sweated for me. I thought to myself, I will definitely score this goal. Sure enough, I lived up to everyone's hopes and scored. I jumped three feet high with joy, and my face burst into the brightest smile.
Because I scored in less than two minutes, my teammates rushed to give me a high five and we hugged happily. All the worries and tensions just now vanished at this moment. The bright sunshine is shining on the earth, and the birds are singing, as if cheering for our victory.
Happiness is like a book. Open it and you will see hope. Read it and you will gain knowledge. With it, your life will be colorful. For me, playing basketball is the greatest pleasure in this book.
Throughout the ages, there have been countless inventors, literary creators and political thinkers, all of whom are famous for their extraordinary creativity. It can be seen that only by doing things for the people, being an official and being creative can it be delicious!
I remember a child doing an experiment on the train and igniting the carriage. He was beaten up by the train conductor, but he continued to explore science in any environment. I once remember a young man who made thousands of experiments to get mankind out of the boundless darkness, and finally succeeded, bringing mankind into a bright world. He is Edison, a scientist who is praised as "the king of invention" by the whole world.
It is not difficult for everyone to find the motivation to drive him to the palace of success from him, that is, the spirit of innovation. Not content with the present situation of human beings, he has the courage to innovate and make outstanding contributions to the development of society. A creative life like his is delicious enough!
Today, when I saw my classmate Qi Xin doing scientific and technological works together at school; When I saw the exquisite works of craftsmen outside the school; When I saw high-tech products traveling in space on TV,
I am extremely happy, because I see that people have inherited the innovative spirit of our ancestors, made great inventions and achieved fruitful results, which makes me extremely gratified and proud.
"2 1 century is an era of rapid development of science and technology. During this period, the key to a country's development lies in whether its talents are innovative. " In life, I understand the meaning of this sentence, which makes me deeply understand that if the success of national construction is compared to a building,
Then, the bricks and tiles that make up this building are all innovative people; If the success of national development is compared to a sea, then every point of this sea is an innovative person. For the success of China's socialist construction, we should strengthen the cultivation of innovative consciousness and innovative ability. Whether family, nation, collective or individual, only the spirit of innovation is enough!
In our daily life, there are many extravagant and wasteful phenomena. Recently, everyone advocates "practicing economy and opposing extravagance and waste". This move awakened people's awareness of thrift and made us realize the importance of thrift. Yes! Thrift is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Let us continue to inherit this virtue!
There is a well-written poem in "Compassion for Farmers": Who knows that every Chinese food is hard. In today's society, waste happens from time to time In the school canteen, the students left before eating. In politics, officials use public funds to eat and drink, wasting a lot ... netizens attribute these wastes to "waste on the tip of the tongue." The appearance of this word quickly became popular on the internet. What is the reason? It turns out that most people have realized that waste is a shameful act, and we can't ignore this situation, and we have expressed our views and opinions on waste and solutions. I think we should strengthen supervision, improve personal moral cultivation, enhance frugality awareness, and let the roots of frugality be deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Frugality and waste are two pronouns in people's subconscious. We should always remind ourselves that thrift is an honor and waste is a shame. Only thrifty flowers can bloom in colorful colors and compete with each other.
Not only is there waste on the dining table, but there are also things in daily life: turning off the lights at will brings more light to villagers without electricity in mountainous areas; Save every piece of paper and make the world we live in greener; Saving every grain of rice will give those who suffer from hunger an extra piece of food ... In fact, every drop of water, every kilowatt hour and every piece of paper seems small, but we waste a little bit every time. Over time, it is not just a trivial matter. Therefore, saving is no small matter, and we should start from small things.
Thrift and waste are relative, not absolute. We should start with small things in our daily life, save every drop of water and electricity, and remind ourselves and supervise others to make thrifty flowers blossom everywhere, and bloom more, more and more colorful.
Although I am immature, I have shoulders to shoulder heavy responsibilities. Although I am a humble grass, I still stand up after countless storms. Although it is dark, we still have to burn the midnight oil ... even great men have fallen, but as long as they stand up after falling, they will surely win. Students, we should be strong in our studies. In learning, even if you fall a hundred times, you should stand up for the 101st time.
I don't know how to study in the third grade, and there is no learning method. Although I work hard and my grades are still not good, I will not give up and continue to work hard. The first semester scored 85 points in Chinese, 95 points in mathematics, 60 points in Chinese and 83 points in mathematics in the second semester. I'm a little discouraged. When I sleep, I think of a sentence: Even if I fall down a hundred times, I have to stand up for the first time 10 1. Then it occurred to me that many scientists often fail in experiments, don't they? Some almost lost their lives, for example, Edison failed in his experiment and was deaf. Nobel experimental explosives, almost lost his life. What is my frustration? I can't be intimidated by difficulties. I want to get up from where I fell. I think of a sentence from Teacher Wang: "Successful people look for ways, unsuccessful people look for reasons." Yes, I need to find a way. I consult my classmates and teachers. I realized the shortcomings in my study methods and tried to improve them. After hard work, in the fourth grade, I finally got the first place in the township, and my classmates all cast envious eyes on me.
We should stand up when we fall, and stand up from where we fell. We should be strong learners.
Chatting with friends and talking about the article written by my cousin reminds me that I haven't read her article for a long time. Silently opened her anthology and found that the recent articles were all about her sister. After reading it, I couldn't help but shed tears of love. For her, and for myself.
There is a saying that every new life comes into this world by the hand of God, and they should be blessed and welcomed! But I think there are always a group of people who may have been accidentally forgotten by God! Little cousin is, so am I!
I don't have anyone to welcome and bless me to this world now, and then I will grow up in a free-range way. What I have heard most since I was a child is that you are not your own, but adopted. When I grow up, I know the truth. Two brothers and sisters are enough, but one more me, one more me, so I am unwelcome and come to this world with a voice full of disgust. /kloc-when I was 0/9 years old, it was mentioned as a joke again and again, but you didn't know it. It was like a sharp knife scratching my heart. So, I work very hard, very hard, very hard to be excellent and let you know that I can be your pride, but I have been affirmed by all the teachers, but I still can't get you. I have never heard your encouragement, never, not a word. Occasionally tell my brother and sister that I might as well not come to the world for a walk. Anyway, no one welcomes me to this world. They say that I have always been very happy, my uncle dotes on me, my parents love me, and I want to be satisfied. But I can't feel it. I just hope my parents will give me a little love for you, just a little!