The wind of the four seasons is still blowing, the rain is still falling, the flowers are blooming and withering, and reincarnation is still happening. Only those unforgettable days turned into the gentle wind, the gentle rain, the gentle year and month; into a touch of tears, a touch of smile, and a touch of morning and evening.
Loss
When we are young, we can’t help but ask ourselves: What have we lost in the past years? "Your selfishness has caused you to lose a cherished friend; your inferiority complex has caused you to lose an opportunity to show yourself; your unruliness has caused you to lose the youth you have passed." My heart finally broke. I opened my mouth that had been closed for 17 years, fearing that I would owe a huge bill for my youth because of my youth and ignorance. "What has passed will become a fond memory. Don't care about what you have lost, but you must remember how you lost it."
Composition
When we are young, we always I can’t help but ask myself: What have I gained in the past years? "Your sincerity has given you a friend worth cherishing; your self-confidence has given you an opportunity to show yourself; your understanding has given you the memories you want to have." It turns out that what you have There are quite a few. But why? My heart became uneasy. I am afraid of losing, especially afraid of losing again after gaining. It is like a ruthless downpour, cooling my whole body. "What has passed will become a fond memory. Don't care about what you get, but you must remember how you got it." My heart continued to tell me patiently.
Worrying about gains and losses composition
When we are young, when we don’t get it, we try our best to get it; when we get it, we are afraid of losing it; we are always entangled and wandering in the gains and losses. . When we are young, we don’t know when we will be able to correctly treat gains and losses and manage our emotions. "What has passed will become a fond memory. Don't care too much about gains and losses, but you must remember that there are losses before gains, so don't worry about gains and losses anymore." My heart taught me earnestly.
The past is the past after all. Whether it is joy or sadness, gains or losses, they are all things to be recalled, so don’t care too much. What we should do is to remember those unforgettable years with a normal heart. What we should do is to remember those unforgettable years with a normal heart.
Unforgettable years, you and I parted ways, *** recounting our friendship as classmates!
Unforgettable years, you and I parted ways, *** recounting our friendship as classmates!
Author: Lu Xinxin
Having just sent away the gentle and amiable spring girl, a summer lotus stands proudly in the river, taking advantage of the passionate season, ushered in again It’s time to say goodbye to my sixth grade brothers and sisters. I will never forget the loud sound of my brothers and sisters reading in the classroom; I will never forget your silhouette like an arrow on the sports field; I will never forget your melodious singing and moving dance on the stage of the party... Each scene, one scene after another, is like before my eyes. , it seems like it just happened, but as the years go by, your figure is no longer on campus, and the deep love in my heart becomes stronger and stronger, flowing gently. Composition
At every sports meeting, you are sure to win. After a loud gunshot, your figures galloping like wild horses on the playground are left behind. The footprints of big and small flow with your hard work. Sweat; engraved with the joy of your victory; remembering the pain after failure again and again, learning from the pain, you chose to be strong, because there is no such word failure in your dictionary. Victory always comes quietly like a naughty child. Your perseverance is a beautiful campus scenery!
Every time after the bell rang, we played happily on the playground. The joyful laughter broke the tranquility of the campus. You were having so much fun, but did you notice that there were bursts of laughter upstairs in the sixth grade teaching building? The crisp and melodious sound of reading is the symphony that you use to study hard and study hard during your after-school time. It is this sound of reading loudly that stimulates my motivation to explore the mysteries of knowledge. What secrets are hidden in the thick textbooks, what treasures are hidden in the heavy schoolbags, and what makes you so obsessed? With doubts in my mind, I began to explore, and just moved forward, leaving behind my bitterness, pain, sweat and victory. In the end, I finally understood that victory and sweat confirmed my existence. Composition
"Let us swing the oars,
the boat pushes away the waves.
The beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea surface,
Surrounded by green trees and red walls.
The boat floated gently in the water
The cool wind blew in my face..."
The sweet singing couldn't help but make me intoxicated in a longing for a holy land. , this heavenly sound is the chorus of the brothers and sisters in the sixth grade during the Xiaobailing competition. Their singing continues to echo in the beautiful campus and spreads far away. Their heavenly voices remind me of my childhood. A series of beautiful memories, their singing couldn't help but moved me, and also moved every teacher present. We closed our eyes and flew on the wings of singing, sometimes flying to the top of the clouds and imagining the future, sometimes flying to the sky. Create a beautiful home in the wilderness, and sometimes pass by the campus to express the feelings of classmates!
Do you remember that during the green action, you were sweating with shovel after shovel, looking at the rows of small trees, you will The smile in my heart; Do you still remember the earthquake in Wenchuan, the drought in the south, and the student aid actions again and again? The figure is so cheerful!
In a flash, several semesters of campus life are coming to an end! Although the brothers and sisters in sixth grade are about to step out of the elementary school and welcome the new junior high school life, However, they have left indelible and indelible memories on campus. Let us study hard, inherit our strengths, and use our actions to encourage our brothers and sisters in the sixth grade!
Unforgettable years
We will never forget each other because of those confusing, chaotic, and gloomy six years. It is because of our unforgettable friendship. Those days when we were together have been engraved on each other. In the other person's life, never forget, never forget, never, never...
On September 7, 2000, I became a primary school student and met you, teachers and classmates.
In 2006, we became migratory birds about to set off. Our plump and powerful feathers are the sweat and crystallization of our teachers.
Our years are like a moving song. I still remember the lyrics: " Before you set out, everything is just a dream, but after you set out, everything is a challenge..." Composition
However, the passage of time is an unchanging truth, and no one can resist the laws of nature, even though we have experienced so many ups and downs , but still maintains the true self
There are cheers and tears. Composition
I still remember the lyrics: "In the wind and rain, this pain is nothing, wipe away the tears, don't be afraid. , at least we still have dreams. ”
Childhood is like poetry, picturesque, and dreamlike.
We still want the teacher to lose his temper. We are smiling, and the capable teachers are also smiling. Childhood is innocent and innocent in our eyes. , everything is just a fairy tale, there is no ending, I want to read it forever.
Look! Our figures are floating in the sun.
Look! We are left running in the grass.
Oh! There are occasional cries of grievance in the childish laughter.
Unforgettable years
The years are passing by, but they will not pass away. My childlike innocence; the river is polluting, but it cannot stain my soul. My mother often told me that I must be filial and grateful. My mother has worked hard to bring you up. How can you repay me every day? It hurts. I will never forget that scene!
We often see a figure in the garbage dump of the school. She is so thin that it seems that the breeze can make her fall. An old woolen coat with an unclear color, and a tattered dress outside, shivering in the cold winter, you will be surprised and fall to the ground. It turns out that she is a woman in her late seventies. A ten-year-old man with a head of silvery, disheveled hair and a wrinkled face, so thin that there was only a piece of skin left on his face. Why was she picking up garbage in the dirty and smelly garbage dump? No children? No, she has children, she has a family, but she was abandoned by her family. They disliked her, disliked her for being dirty, disliked her for being smelly, disliked her for being old, and disliked her for not being able to work and only eating free food. I think if the old man had not given birth to those unfilial sons, she might not be in the situation she is today.
The classmates kept pouring the garbage in, and the dust was flying everywhere, and her figure became blurred. . She didn't stop, she was still searching there carefully, she was afraid of letting go of a scrap of paper!
It's my turn today! On that day, several classmates and I walked towards her carrying a heavy basket of garbage. I was very careful, for fear of dumping the garbage on her. The old man looked up and looked at me indifferently, without any expression. , I lowered my head and continued to look for her "baby". I looked at the old man, my nose felt sour, and I ran away. I lowered my head and walked slowly towards the classroom, my heart was heavy! It seemed like I was wearing shackles, and I couldn't move forward without a heavy burden. Composition
When I returned to the classroom, that scene was deeply etched in my mind and I couldn't get rid of it. The ragged clothes, the indifferent expression, and the action of picking up rubbish came to mind again. From then on, when I saw the old man working, I would think of the old man picking up rubbish in the school garbage pit. < /p>
Unforgettable years
The wheels of history roll forward, and the wind of time blows by, leaving traces of traces.
The long years pass with a flick of the finger. between.
Some people say that on the bells and tripods covered with oracle bones, one can read the spiritual childhood of the motherland; on the Great Wall covered with beacon fires, one can read the heroic youth of the motherland; and on the earth covered with poetry and science, Then you can read the maturity of the motherland. When we stand on the majestic and winding Great Wall, when we stop at the edge of the Yellow River that rolls eastward, when we stand quietly on the shore of the vast Bohai Sea, with our hearts surging, how should we rush? How should we lament the great changes! Looking at the territory of 9.6 million square kilometers, it is prosperous, tall buildings stand tall, the sea waves, and the Great Wall dances. The giant ship of China is sailing all the way, riding the wind and waves, moving forward bravely, and sailing to the other shore!
In 1964, those winds blew through my heart
On October 16, 1964, this loud noise came from the sky above Lop Nur in the Gobi Desert. Huge mushroom cloud, China's first atomic bomb exploded successfully. This marks that China has become the fifth country in the world that can launch nuclear weapons with its own missiles, following the United States, the Soviet Union, the United Kingdom, and France. When the news came, the whole country rejoiced. Composition
That sleepless night in 2001 will always be deep in my memory
At 22:00 Beijing time on July 13, 2001, the much-anticipated host city of the 2008 Olympic Games finally arrived. It was announced at the 112th Plenary Session of the International Olympic Committee in Moscow. There is only one name in Samaranch's powerful declaration: BEIJING! At that moment, the hearts of hundreds of millions of Chinese people were tightly united, and countless passions were ignited in an instant. The Chinese people will remember this moment! The Olympics will remember this moment! In 2008, let us gather in Beijing. Composition
In 2008, we will always be together
2008 was the most exciting year for the Chinese nation: the Seven Flying Gods walked in space, earthquake relief attracted world attention, cross-strait relations cleared the clouds, Beijing The Olympic Games are dazzling! In this unusual year, there is so much tragedy, so much touching, so much dream, and so much glory. Our great motherland is using her generous arms to hold the mountains and seas on her shoulders, hold the people of Yan and Huang in her arms, support the flesh and bones, enlarge the vicissitudes of the pupils, and move forward bravely and firmly step by step!
"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will hang straight across the sea."
After sixty years of wind, frost, rain and snow, my spine is still straight;
Six After ten years of arduous journey, we are still strong-willed;
Sixty years, we have walked hand in hand...
Thinking about "Unforgettable Years" after reading
This At that time, I sat in front of the window, and the scenery outside the window was extremely beautiful. A breeze blew by, blowing the book in my hand to the third page. Yes, the book in my hand is none other than "The Golden Years", one of the school textbooks. The content on the third page will also benefit me throughout my life.
"Time flies, and twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye." This sentence can be said to be a lesson for others and a guide for others to follow! When I looked at it, I saw that I was only fourteen years old. Why waste time at such a young age? I often think that time is very long, after today there will be tomorrow, after this year there will be next year, after now there will be a future... In this way, I always feel that the road of life is long and endless. However, things in the past are like yesterday, and a period of fourteen years is just like one day. It comes when the sun rises and ends when it sets. Time is so fast and so little. If we don’t waste time now, when will we wait?
"In the hard years of bran vegetable and corn woudou", is this a meal to remember the hardships? No, this could be considered a delicacy of the time. Where have the children growing up in honeypots seen these? Every day there is either chicken, duck, or fish, and after the delicacies, there are expensive clothes. I sit in the spacious and bright classroom all day long, holding fragrant textbooks in my hands. The living and learning conditions are so good, but today's students do not cherish them. They only know how to eat, drink and have fun, without seeking to learn and improve. sad!
"Cheer up, poor child!" It is such a sentence, a teacher's teaching, that makes me full of confidence; it is such a sentence, a glimpse of the life-saving spring, lingering in my heart, It was immediately unforgettable for me; just such a sentence, a song in a quiet night, came to my mind, and I suddenly became enlightened. The "I" in the article changed his mind after hearing this sentence. Why can't we do the same? Wake up and move towards the road of progress... Composition
In the sentence "I am frugal in life, and I can't help but move forward bravely under the light", the article ends, leaving only my hidden thoughts...
Unforgettable years, brilliant achievements
The wheel of history rolls forward, and the wind of time blows by, leaving traces of traces.
The long years pass by in a blink of an eye. Some people say that on the bells and tripods covered with oracle bones, one can read the spiritual childhood of the motherland; on the Great Wall covered with beacon fires, one can read the heroic youth of the motherland; and on the earth covered with poetry and science, Then you can read the maturity of the motherland.
When we stand on the majestic and winding Great Wall, when we stop at the edge of the Yellow River that rolls eastward, when we stand quietly on the shore of the vast Bohai Sea, with our hearts surging, how should we rush? How should we lament the great changes! Looking at the territory of 9.6 million square kilometers, it is prosperous, tall buildings stand tall, the sea waves, and the Great Wall dances. The giant ship of China is sailing all the way, riding the wind and waves, moving forward bravely, and sailing to the other shore!
In 1964, those winds blew through my heart
On October 16, 1964, this loud noise came from the sky above Lop Nur in the Gobi Desert. Huge mushroom cloud, China's first atomic bomb exploded successfully. This marks that China has become the fifth country in the world that can launch nuclear weapons with its own missiles, following the United States, the Soviet Union, the United Kingdom, and France. When the news came, the whole country rejoiced. Composition
That sleepless night in 2001 will always be deep in my memory
At 22:00 Beijing time on July 13, 2001, the much-anticipated host city of the 2008 Olympic Games finally arrived. It was announced at the 112th Plenary Session of the International Olympic Committee in Moscow. There was only one name in Samaranch's powerful declaration: BEIJING! At that moment, the hearts of hundreds of millions of Chinese people were tightly united, and countless passions were ignited in an instant. The Chinese people will remember this moment! The Olympics will remember this moment! In 2008, let us gather in Beijing. Composition
In 2008, we will always be together
2008 was the most exciting year for the Chinese nation: the Seven Flying Gods walked in space, earthquake relief attracted world attention, cross-strait relations cleared the clouds, Beijing The Olympic Games are dazzling! In this unusual year, there is so much tragedy, so much touching, so much dream, and so much glory. Our great motherland is using her generous arms to hold the mountains and seas on her shoulders, hold the people of Yan and Huang in her arms, support the flesh and bones, enlarge the vicissitudes of the pupils, and move forward bravely and firmly step by step!
“There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.
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After sixty years of wind, frost, rain and snow, my spine is still straight;
After sixty years of arduous journey, my will is still strong;
Sixty years, We walked hand in hand...