In fact, everyone has their own strengths and meaning of life. You must believe in yourself and fully reflect the value of your life. Below are the high school composition materials about life that I have carefully compiled for you. I hope it can help you.
Life, life
I often stand on the rooftop and watch the pigeons gliding past in the sky, or occasionally look up from the desk. Watching the ivy on the mountain wall and stone forest, it is stubborn but arrogant.
I am very grateful to this mountain and the ever-present sky above my head for giving me peace of mind and spiritual enjoyment in this noisy city. Every time I see the pigeons flying? The sound of flying from the ground will always bring me a hint of life, freedom, and their own frivolity. Therefore, the rooftop and study room have become my favorite places without exception, and I often enjoy this leisurely and floating time alone.
I often express emotions, either melancholy, desolate or passionate. I never worry unfoundedly but I can never stop having those crazy thoughts. I love my randomness, my publicity, my melancholy, and my reverie. Of course, the root of all these gives me my thoughts and my life.
As time passes, it flows like light, like the twinkling of stars in the sky, or the moment of gliding. As a living being, what I feel is the warmth passing by. Yes, every joy and every sorrow has a temperature. Even if it is so cold in winter that it feels like walking on thin ice and the wind is biting like a flake of snow sliding down the fingertips, it is still a trace. I have been daydreaming about the lifespan of time or whether it is the legend of immortality. Yes, I said that time is immortal. The eternal years pass by my feet like a gurgling stream. In this flow, that is, the rhythm of movement, I can often feel that life can also feel still. I think it can be a state of whiteness beyond the faint ink marks in the moving blank ink painting. It can also bring a kind of exile and a little comfort to the soul. Then this moment of peace comes. Not easy.
I am a person who likes quiet. The bustling and noisy city always makes me feel infinitely depressed and messy. I need a space to breathe freely in the most natural and primitive place of life. Not chasing light is still. Of course, this can only be an imagination, and the only clues sought are memories. In my memories, time flows forward and the flowers fall. I want to follow the vines and feel the darkness, but my unlimited thoughts are always jumping, and I want to fully occupy their solid positions? My heart, my thinking, and my life. Finally, I firmly grasped it, the garden, and the hill in those jumping, no, should be "jumping" pieces.
What is absolutely certain is that they will all become the mark of my life. I remember that every morning or evening when I was young, the garden that belonged to me alone in the yard would be filled with the laughter and laughter of my childhood. I still remember the plants in it very clearly. I watched them sprout every spring, and the flowers were shaded even more in summer. The leaves are still dense, and the fruits in autumn are extremely sour, but when winter comes, only the fragrance of the young leaves hidden under the pillow in spring is left. I once said that summer is gone and never comes back. I left, but the garden is still there, but the extremely sour fruit can no longer be tasted. We have accompanied each other's hope in life, but we have also experienced growth inadvertently. Later, when I moved to another place, that small garden truly became the past of my childhood. The only deep impression I had on my new home was the mountain, standing next to the green hills of a winding river. There are many plants on it that I can't name, but I clearly remember the pear tree that I hugged. When pears mature in early autumn, they often bend the vines. However, I have never tasted the taste of pears, and I once had an unforgettable joke. It was the first year after moving to a new house. The mountains were covered with ivy climbing all over the broken rocks. The colors were really layer by layer. The innermost layer is still green and oily, with a light green color accompanied by the first yellow, and then the yellow leaves are also mixed with a little bright red. I wonder if the roots of the pear are too full or the soil is fertile. One hung on the branch like a lantern and trembled. I have never seen such a big pear. Thinking about it, I was so excited that I shouted: "Hornet's nest - hornet's nest - the wasps are all living in the trees." ?The father was shocked. He hurriedly went upstairs to have a look, and replied with a smile: "That's a pear, I ate it yesterday." ?The ivy took root in the back mountain from the moment the door was opened. At that time, it was only a small circle, and when the uncle wrapped it around his hand, it was not as thick as wool. But it survived after all. It also guards this mountain and does not allow arbitrary wind and sun eclipses. The mysterious veil of the mountain has prevented me from ever stepping into it, but I am also reluctant to do so.
I really like this poem by Haizi: There is nothing in the distance but distance. This is the despair and desolation of my love, like a yellow leaf falling to the ground and lingering in the loneliness of disordered meridians. It whines in the wind but can only curl up in the world with incomplete leaves forever. How many people are dividing its scars, and every one of them The scars all lead to the cracked exit. The sunlight I see in the leaves and fingers is unique in its beauty. If it is said that one flower is one world, then this world must be full of scars, and there must be an outlet for the death and end of life, but the spirit is not old and can last forever.
Imagine an independent green pine looking into the distance at dusk with the sea and sky following the waves. This majestic yet subtle beauty always pierces my heart like a thorn.
The depth of intoxication and fantasy, along with the strength and loneliness you give yourself, eventually settle into memory, and time will never stop due to human imagination and thinking, that is, the movement of the brain, let alone recollection or memory. When life passes away, those precipitated spirits and non-material existences, I think the meaningful things will definitely be transferred because of their value. At this time, those scenery that have been in my memory may eventually become what I have been there. This world has been frivolous, flamboyant, existed, joyful, and cried, the traces of my life!
Life life
Life, it is precious. Nothing can compare to it. Everyone has only one life. Once lost, there will be no second life.
Some people can’t let go once they encounter setbacks. I think everyone has seen this news before! Huang Rong, the heroine in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", she acted very well in the play and was deeply loved by the audience, but she couldn't think about it because she was broken up, so she committed suicide by jumping off a building . She could have had a bright future, but just because she encountered a minor setback, she couldn't think of committing suicide. Some of our peers have committed suicide by jumping off a building just because their teachers or parents were too strict or they didn't do well in an exam. This is obviously psychologically unhealthy.
A person must not only pay attention to mental health, but also physical health. The greatest enemy in life is disease. If a person does not have good living habits, he will not live long if he gets seriously ill. Wouldn't it be a pity to die young and have unfulfilled ambitions? Sometimes serious illnesses arise from minor illnesses. If you get sick, you should go to the hospital immediately. If a person wants to avoid getting sick, he must first have good physical fitness. If he wants to have good physical fitness, he must exercise every day, enhance his resistance, pay attention to nutrition, develop good living habits, and get rid of bad habits.
Life is precious and cannot be bought with money. Let us develop good living habits from an early age, maintain mental and physical health, and cherish our lives!
Never give up the hope of life
In the morning, a lumberjack went as usual Go to the forest and cut wood. When he cut down a thick pine tree with a chainsaw, the tree trunk rebounded and pressed heavily on his right leg. The severe pain made his eyesight feel dark. At this point, he knew that the first thing he had to do was stay awake. He tried to pull his legs out, but couldn't. So he picked up the ax at hand and chopped hard at the tree trunk. After three or four chops, the ax handle broke. He picked up the chainsaw again and started cutting the tree. However, he soon discovered that the fallen pine tree was at a 45-degree angle, and the huge pressure could jam the chainsaw blade at any time; if the chainsaw broke down, this place was inaccessible and there was no other way.
He was cruel, picked up the electric saw, pointed it at his right leg, and amputated it himself┅┅