That kind of vastness, that kind of profundity, that kind of remoteness and that kind of generosity can give people endless enjoyment. Looking up at the blue sky, I can lie on a comfortable lounge chair, on an outward balcony, on a roof with a platform, on a grassy slope, on a mountain peak where the wind is whistling, or on a vast grassland ... I feel the deepest on the surface of a microwave oven.
The stroke I am most familiar with, like and willing to adopt is backstroke. Lying lazily on the water, let the green water like Joan float the secular body, with gentle ripples spreading quietly; In the water that can dissolve everything, we can put down all our thoughts, quietly look up at the cloudy or cloudless sky, watch it quietly, and float slowly ... Maybe we can paddle our arms a few times, and the slight underwater sound will be so long.
The idea of swimming is purely accidental. I haven't swam for a long time.
After entering the city, I really can't swim in the swimming pool in Xu Fang, which is crowded and full of meat. I want to swim on my way to work.
My residence should be two kilometers away from where I work. It should be in the second half of last year, I listened to a friend's "order" and began to walk to and from work as much as possible.
Walking on the way to and from work, I always feel that someone is coming in a hurry, or the ground is going far away. Alas, people are wandering in the world! During this journey, there is a large construction site not far away. A hill was carried away by car. On a sunny day, the speeding traffic raises dust all over the sky, which often makes me have to stop and close my eyes. Ah! How I long for the blue sky! In this way, all of a sudden, I remembered backstroke, and I remembered looking up at the blue sky.
Not far from my hometown, there is a small reservoir called "Lotus Pond". The area is above 60 mu, but it must be below 100 mu.
Although the reservoir is small, even the high-end swimming pools in the city can't compare with it. When I was a child, watching adults and children play and shout in the water in the evening, the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear without a trace, and the clear green sea really attracted me endlessly.
I first "swam" when I was about five or six years old. It was a sunny noon, and I couldn't resist the temptation of water. Although I didn't care about the lotus pond that was too big in my eyes at that time, I took off my clothes with a cow-watching friend who was two or three years older than me and sneaked into a small pond at the foot of the mountain.
Water is mysterious, especially for children. I remember when I was a child, I saw adults swimming in the water and asked my father: People can walk into the water, why can't they walk into the soil? Before dad could answer, an aunt on the side slowly spat in her mouth and told me what the child was talking nonsense.
I didn't know until I grew up that walking into the soil is a taboo. The mountain pond is small and the water is shallow.
When we first got into the water, we were still very scared and carefully moved into the water bit by bit. However, slowly, the pleasure brought by the coolness of water made us forget everything soon.
As we poured water on each other, we walked slowly in the middle of the incense hall, and soon we reached the chest-high water. The buoyancy of water makes it difficult for us to control our bodies and movements at first, and a panic attacks our hearts.
Maybe this is our cry. At this moment, a passing adult came and walked into the pond, which screwed us both up. That night, I got the first scolding and flogging from my father twice in my life, and my mother echoed that I should fight.
That night, I knew I had made a mistake, so I took a bath early and went to bed. Shortly after going to bed, mom and dad came in. My dad had about five or six dry straws in his hand and asked me if I dared to sneak into the shower again. At the same time, he hit me hard and the broken branch fell on the bed.
I looked at my father with tears in my eyes and picked up the crumbs that fell on the bed with my little hands. As a result, my mother quickly carried me out, and my father went to make up my dirty little bed.
Mom and dad are both standard "landlubbers". I have never seen them swimming in the water.
Mother has an indescribable awe and fear of water. Just when I grew up and went out to study in college, every time I left and walked a long way, I could still hear my mother shouting, "Don't swim in the river!" " "Although she knows that her son can swim around the lotus pond in front of his house countless times.
What taught me to swim was that I was the father of a landlubber. To my surprise, the night after I was beaten, my father led me to the lotus pond I longed for and walked to the shallow water.
My father walked into waist-deep water in shorts, and then told me to take off my clothes and walk down. That's it. My father held my stomach in his hand and taught me to swim.
When I learned to do things in the water, my father often let go of the hand holding my stomach until I saw that I was really going to die. Although it suffocates me every time, my father always pretends not to hear it, and even my mother watching by the pond sometimes protests loudly.
Slowly, I can finally float by myself, and finally I can swim freely beside my father. At that time, I often liked to let my father hold my back with his hand. He would turn slowly in the water, and I just looked at my father's smiling face and was comfortable in the upper reaches of the sky. Sometimes, I even paddle with my hands while deliberately splashing water drops on my father's face.
That sweet happiness washed away so much poverty and sadness! Later, my father stopped going with me. When I grow up, I still like to swim backstroke. I can't see my father's face. I can quietly look at the high blue sky.
If the stars come out at night, I will remember what my mother taught me: "There is a star in the sky and a star on the ground.
Write a composition about looking up at the blue sky.
Standing in the wide field, I looked up at the vast blue sky.
Looking up at the blue sky, I saw Nu Wa. The sky is about to fall, and Nu Wa is trying to forge colorful stones to repair the hole in the molten slurry in the sky. With the strong will in her heart, Nu Wa finally made the sky wider and clearer. I saw the persistence and tenacious spirit of the mother of the Chinese nation, Nu Wa. Although the earth is broken, the people of Nuwa will make their homes colorful again!
Looking up at the blue sky, I saw Dayu. Open the canal, drain the canal, and go through the house three times without entering. With his wise mind, his great virtue of caring for all the people in the world, and his fighting spirit of bravely overcoming difficulties, Dayu finally subdued the flood that ravaged his homeland and won prosperity after 13 years of hard struggle. At this time, the Kansai dammed lake caused by the earthquake hung high above Dayu's hometown Beichuan County. I think, since Dayu can pump away the water, the danger of closing the West Lake will be eliminated by Dayu's descendants!
Looking up at the blue sky, I saw Wen Tianxiang. Yuan Bing's money and the inducements of senior officials only brought Wen Tianxiang's eternal loyalty that "no one died in life since ancient times, but kept his heart and repaired his history". For thousands of years, China has never lacked brave people who are willing to give their lives for the country and people. At the moment, looking up at the blue sky, I see hundreds of thousands of people's soldiers, rural cadres and ordinary volunteers on the front line of the earthquake, risking their lives to save those weak lives by relying on houses that may collapse at any time and roaring mudslides. It's not that they don't care about their own lives, just because they put the interests of the people above everything else, just because they have the motherland, the people and the selfless spirit of serving the country in their hearts!
Looking up at the blue sky, I saw China, one of the four ancient civilizations. It keeps growing, jumping and overcoming all obstacles on the way forward, because it knows, "one day I will ride the wind and waves and sail straight up and cross the deep sea." I think it is this indomitable spirit with a long history, this strong character of never giving up and never giving up that makes China shine with the light of an ancient civilization, and makes China become a more powerful nation after experiencing countless natural disasters!
Looking up at the blue sky, the strong light shines on the world.
I saw it. This is the spiritual light of a great country. This light will bring a better tomorrow to the Chinese nation!
3. Write a composition on the topic of "Looking up at the blue sky", looking up at the starry sky, more than 600 words.
The threshing floor in the starry night exudes a faint fragrance, and the distant peaks, nearby fields and small villages are hazy, beautiful and quiet under the starlight, which is a harbor where souls away from the hustle and bustle of the world are moored. Looking up, the stars are hanging very low and close, as if standing on the top of the mountain can hold three or five in your arms. One or two owl calls came from the distant Woods, which were remote and mysterious, as if singing for the lonely starry sky.
The starry sky is like a dark black pot, with the fragrance of rice and flowers hanging over my head, leaving me nowhere to hide. The wheat straw pile beside the threshing floor is covered with colorful starlight. I lay on my back with my head on my hands in the haystack, staring at the night with my eyes open, and watching the dense stars all over the sky, and my impetuous mood will eventually calm down. Gradually, I couldn't help walking in the depths of the time tunnel. All the troubles in the world are quietly disappearing at the moment. I seem to have forgotten my existence, leaving a kind of meditation and silence that seems to be frozen in time. Only the owl, who can't stand loneliness, stops and stops my thoughts from time to time.
Such a starry sky can't help but remind people of childhood. The starry sky in childhood is a very curious question. We open our clear eyes and stubbornly look for it. We firmly believe that the one that connects with our hearts in the sky can be picked. That stubborn mood is like grass buds in the mountains longing for rain and sunshine. Looking at the vast starry sky, my childhood heart can't help but open up and have a zero-distance dialogue with the mysterious universe. We once pointed to the bright moon and recited Chang 'e; Looking at the vast galaxy, it tells the joys and sorrows of the two sides. The love story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl is sad and romantic, but it is an eternal topic for lovers all over the world. Seven fairies together forever, where can we find this kind of pure friendship in the world? And that twinkling star, unless it is the fireworks of war, I hope it is just a raging flame. Looking up at the starry sky and thinking about the vast and distant universe, you can't help thinking about the sun, moon and stars, flowers and trees, birds, animals, insects and fish, even human beings, and even all tenacious life.
The dream of childhood faded away with the quietly changing years, but the beautiful starry sky remained. The thick night, like papaya jelly in a cold drink shop, looks cloudy but transparent. Stars are white sesame seeds embedded in papaya jelly, which are deep and shallow. Listening to the sounds of nature in the silent sky, feeling the boundless silence, listening to my inner voice, I remembered bhaskar's famous sentence: "Infinite silence makes me tremble." Yes! From the perspective of the whole universe, the earth, the moon, Mars, and even the sun and the Milky Way may be just floating dust particles in the vast universe. The sages said: people are no big or small. Facing the endless universe and endless time and space, when I look back at this small world with my eyes and mind, how small the earth is and how small the human beings are, just like a drop of water in the sea and a grain of sand in the desert, which is frustrating, frightening and exciting. It is easy for human beings to forget their own smallness. Why do people living on a grain of dust still have poverty, violence, killing and war? Why should people be annoyed at missing a beautiful place because of trivial things? All this will be a thing of the past, only the starry sky is eternal.
My thoughts are like a flying rocket, swimming towards the depths of Xinghai, scattering my anguish, resentment and troubles all the way, and gradually sinking into the vast Xinghai. Shining stars fly by. I think, even stars can't expect the sun to emit so much light and heat, and they won't look like the moon, but each star will always maintain its own inherent position, dotted with colorful and dazzling starry sky. If a person has no selfish distractions, he would rather be an ordinary star. Even if the starlight is dim, he can draw the breath of life on the edge of the dark forest like a firefly flying with light.
The deeper the night, the brighter the starry sky and the more dazzling the starlight. Eternity can be elegant, who can predict the future? Ask the boundless universe, what it tells me is the endless concept of time and space that comes and goes without a trace. Since childhood, I have never counted the number of stars in the sky, and I don't know how the constellations are arranged. However, when the spacecraft flew to dazzling Mars during its seven-month journey, I was shocked when it sent back a picture of Gobi desert and desert rocks from distant Mars. Since ancient times, human beings have yearned for and explored the mysterious and beautiful starry sky, and paid a lot of lives for it, such as Tang Ruowang, Copernicus, Galileo, Challenger and so on. They wave upon wave, fearless. So man finally set sail for space. Flying to Mars is not the distance from Beijing to Shanghai, nor the journey from the earth to the moon. My thinking speed is accelerating, and it is difficult to travel easily in the universe.
I really haven't been touched by anything for a long time. Tonight, I was not only moved by the starry sky, but also shocked. It's hard to say what it's like to be shocked by the stars. Lying on the glory of wheat straw, I silently recited the poem "Looking at the starry sky in Hargil" by Nishikawa: "There is a mystery that you can't control-you can only play the role of a bystander-so that mysterious forces can send signals from far away-shine in your heart".
Whenever I look up at the starry sky, my thoughts are like a runaway wild horse, crossing the vast and distant universe. I didn't sleep tonight.
Look up at the sky, a world full of miracles and unknowns.
Often fantasize, a person lying on the grass, the sky is blue, without a cloud, how blue it is! Blue is clean, blue is thorough, it retains all the sadness and pain in the world, but it also shows the rare happiness in this world. When I was a child, why did I imagine so much and feel so different from the sky now? When I was a child, I had no worries and thoughts, only a holy heart; No jealousy, no sadness, only a pair of clear eyes like water; There is no greed, no sadness, only a smile that keeps hanging on your face.
Looking at the sky at that time, I was full of curiosity and doubt. Why the sky is blue, why there is a cloud, why there is the moon and the sun in the sky, and why ... These questions are really funny in retrospect, and I am also surprised by the rich imagination, but when I think about it carefully, the sky was really blue at that time ... Now, I go to school facing the morning glow and bathe in the sunset glow every day. Occasionally doing homework under the sky, the sky is still blue, without a cloud, just like when I was a child. Why do I feel that the sky is so close that I can touch it with my hands, but has it really changed at this time? No, Murphy ... I've been thinking about this for a long time. I closed my eyes under the blue sky and cleared all other thoughts. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, as if I had returned to my childhood.
I see! But the mood is different, maybe it is grown up, maybe it is mature, maybe it is used to it, maybe it is ... the sky is still so beautiful, there is still no cloud, and we have grown from that ignorant little guy to a happy and sad teenager. Is that really the case? At first glance, maybe. I'm only 1 1 years old. My height has jumped to 1.5 meters and my weight has increased to 70 kg. I'm really not the kind of kid who likes to stare at the sky in a daze.
Now, I prefer to think quietly in the sky alone; Now, I don't like holding a lot of bottles of sour and sweet drinks and gulping them down at the sky, but I like to sit quietly on the grass and yearn for savoring the taste of boiling water; Now, I don't like playing on the lawn with a lot of plush toys. I prefer to write quietly under the sky with pens and paper. Now, I am madly in love with blue, which symbolizes deep melancholy, instead of pink, which symbolizes the sweet little princess. Now I, ... The world has not changed the sky, but changed us. Postscript: If I can, I would rather abandon everything and pursue the sky of childhood.
5. Look up at the sky. Beautiful clouds flying in the air will make my mood as relaxed as clouds.
Clouds in the sky are varied and varied; If you are not careful, it will become another cloud that you can't find. It moves slowly, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like a crocodile with a big mouth, sometimes like a luxury car you have never seen before ... look! The nearest cloud seems to be a beautiful angel. She looked at me as if inviting me to be a guest. Look again, the clouds on the distant horizon have different shapes and unusual characteristics. The color of the clouds on the horizon is very light, just like all the clouds are gathered there and paved. There is a cloud that looks like a white palace. There are many small islands around the palace. It seems to have laid a carpet for me, and it seems to want me to pass.
The sunset glow is beautiful. I carefully observed the shape of the luminous cloud. It's orange. This dark color almost renders half the sky. It's very nice. Look carefully again, its color changed from light yellow to orange, blending with the color of the sky, just like watercolor painting in art.
When it was dark that day, the sky was completely dark, and there was no cloud in sight, only countless little stars were flashing. The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the way for pedestrians.
Clouds, beautiful clouds and white clouds float from one side of the sky to the other with thousands of gestures. Not long ago, a scholar told me: "If someone looks up at the sky with rapt attention, that person must be very lonely. Only when he looks up at the clouds in the sky will all his troubles disappear without a trace. "
I firmly believe this sentence, whenever I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Really, as the scholar said, all my troubles have disappeared. Looking up at the sky, the clouds are moving, which will make my mood flutter with the clouds.
6. Looking up at the blue sky I am not an introverted girl, but I like looking up at the blue sky.
Looking up at it will make me feel extremely comfortable. The blue of the sky is faint and looks very comfortable.
Looking up quietly, there are thin clouds like gauze. Occasionally, a few birds fly over the blue sky and scream. How comfortable! If you still lie on the green grass, you will feel better! Looking up at the blue sky can empty your mind and heart of all unhappiness.
Only leave happiness and happiness to you. After a monthly exam, I walked home with my schoolbag on my back and a test paper with a red cross in my hand.
Tears fell silently. I was scared. I did badly in the exam. What should I do? When I got home, there was nobody at home.
I went to the balcony, chin in my hands, looking at the blue sky. The sky is still so blue, as if there will never be sadness, it will always smile! How nice! If only I could do that.
Looking at the sky, suddenly, I understand a little. Why are you so depressed? What can a poor exam mean? Try harder to catch up next time! Yes, I can't vent my anger! If you fall, you must get up. What a big setback! "Thank you, Blue Sky" I greeted it and started my tutoring program. Really, I like watching the blue sky.
In my opinion, this is a kind of enjoyment. Blue sky is a special beauty in my heart.
It will always have a place in my heart, irreplaceable! Friends, please don't be sad for a little thing, don't be discouraged for a little failure, and don't give up for a little setback! If you really can't do it, please follow me: look up at the blue sky! Look up at the blue sky, put aside all the troubles and sadness in your mind, and let the happy mood follow you forever-remember to be a happy person and live happily in this world.
7. Write a short essay of more than 600 words on the topic of "Looking up at the blue sky". The first one: it has just rained and the air is very fresh.
The sky also took off its gray coat and returned to its original appearance. Faced with such weather, I was ecstatic when I left alone.
I walked silently on the boulevard, watching the sunset on the horizon, falling slowly bit by bit. Land and houses are inlaid with Phnom Penh.
Raise your head and unconsciously look up at the high blue sky. I spread my arms and breathed out the humid air.
The humid air, coupled with the fragrance of Magnolia grandiflora on both sides of the avenue, makes the whole sky so refreshing. In the air, several domestic swallows suddenly flew by.
I really don't understand why there are birds in this air. Although I had so many curious hearts, I didn't bother them. This is the most harmonious picture in nature. God, it's bluer.
My heart, along with those little swallows, is also flying in the sky. I looked up at the blue sky again.
A gorgeous rainbow appeared in the sky. White clouds are floating, like boats, full of wishes; Just like a piece of cotton candy, it soothes the day just after crying.
I walked aimlessly, and before I knew it, I came to a hill. This is the second mountain in the city, and it can be seen without money. This is a symbol of the end of our city.
I hesitated and climbed up. At the top of the mountain, I looked down on the whole city.
The city shrouded in this big tent in the sky exudes charming light, overlooking the iodine pile and staring at the lack of winter paintings. I picked some wild flowers, slowly raised my head and scattered them on the ground.
The sunset has completely set, and on the hillside, only I am hanging like peas and carrots. References:
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8. Looking up at the blue sky The composition always likes to look up at the blue sky, especially the autumn sky.
The deep blue sky without any impurities is boundless; Velvety clouds, tangible and intangible, make people ecstatic and imaginative. Open the heavy curtains, I sit alone in front of the window, facing the blue sky in autumn, breathing the breath from the autumn wind, and my heart warms up a little.
Suddenly, I seem to have gone back to the past years, that innocent childhood, that infinitely happy teenager … I always feel that what happened before was yesterday. In the journey of my life, I met many people. Some people are like autumn clouds, which float and disappear in the blink of an eye.
Some people, like the blue in autumn, will stay in my memory forever, echoing on my heartstrings over and over again ... Life is like this, joys and sorrows, and fate is endless. Pure friendship, selflessness, and sincerity are like the vast and deep blue sky, so I especially cherish the tacit understanding between intimate friends and the beauty of this world.
Little red flowers, how warm; Autumn is everywhere and a little warm. Thank you for the beauty of this autumn gift. Looking up at the blue sky in autumn, I suddenly understood what is broad and what is profound.
The world is wide, the sky is wider than the ocean, and the human mind is wider than the sky. Looking up at the blue sky, the distractions in my heart are eliminated bit by bit.
Under this blue sky, I want to take out my past one by one and put it in the sun to see if it is moldy. Oh, those lost days are the wealth accumulated in my life, and I believe it will always remind me, remind me.
Looking up at the blue sky, my thoughts are flying ... looking up at the blue sky, looking up at the blue sky, is a wonderful feeling. That kind of vastness, that kind of profundity, that kind of remoteness and that kind of generosity can give people endless enjoyment.
Looking up at the blue sky, I can lie on a comfortable lounge chair, on an outward balcony, on a roof with a platform, on a grassy slope, on a mountain peak where the wind is whistling, or on a vast grassland ... I feel the deepest on the surface of a microwave oven. The stroke I am most familiar with, like and willing to adopt is backstroke.
Lying lazily on the water, let the green water like Joan float the secular body, with gentle ripples spreading quietly; In the water that can dissolve everything, we can put down all our thoughts, quietly look up at the cloudy or cloudless sky, watch it quietly, and float slowly ... Maybe we can paddle our arms a few times, and the slight underwater sound will be so long. The idea of swimming is purely accidental.
I haven't swam for a long time. After entering the city, I really can't afford to swim in Xu Fang Swimming Pool, which is crowded and full of meat.
I want to swim on my way to work. My residence should be two kilometers away from where I work.
It should be in the second half of last year, I listened to a friend's "order" and began to walk to and from work as much as possible. Walking on the way to and from work, I always feel that someone is coming in a hurry, or the ground is going far away. Alas, people are wandering in the world! During this journey, there is a large construction site not far away. A hill was carried away by car. On a sunny day, the speeding traffic raises dust all over the sky, which often makes me have to stop and close my eyes.
Ah! How I long for the blue sky! In this way, all of a sudden, I remembered backstroke, and I remembered looking up at the blue sky. Not far from my hometown, there is a small reservoir called "Lotus Pond".
The area is above 60 mu, but it must be below 100 mu. Although the reservoir is small, even the high-end swimming pools in the city can't compare with it.
When I was a child, watching adults and children play and shout in the water in the evening, the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear without a trace, and the clear green sea really attracted me endlessly. I first "swam" when I was about five or six years old.
It was a sunny noon, and I couldn't resist the temptation of water. Although I didn't care about the lotus pond that was too big in my eyes at that time, I took off my clothes with a cow-watching friend who was two or three years older than me and sneaked into a small pond at the foot of the mountain. Water is mysterious, especially for children.
I remember when I was a child, I saw adults swimming in the water and asked my father: People can walk into the water, why can't they walk into the soil? Before dad could answer, an aunt on the side slowly spat in her mouth and told me what the child was talking nonsense. I didn't know until I grew up that walking into the soil is a taboo.
The mountain pond is small and the water is shallow. When we first got into the water, we were still very scared and carefully moved into the water bit by bit.
However, slowly, the pleasure brought by the coolness of water made us forget everything soon. As we poured water on each other, we walked slowly in the middle of the incense hall, and soon we reached the chest-high water.
The buoyancy of water makes it difficult for us to control our bodies and movements at first, and a panic attacks our hearts. Maybe this is our cry. At this moment, a passing adult came and walked into the pond, which screwed us both up.
That night, I got the first scolding and flogging from my father twice in my life, and my mother echoed that I should fight. That night, I knew I had made a mistake, so I took a bath early and went to bed.
Shortly after going to bed, mom and dad came in. My dad had about five or six dry straws in his hand and asked me if I dared to sneak into the shower again. At the same time, he hit me hard and the broken branch fell on the bed. I looked at my father with tears in my eyes and picked up the crumbs that fell on the bed with my little hands.
As a result, my mother quickly carried me out, and my father went to make up my dirty little bed. Mom and dad are both standard "landlubbers".
I have never seen them swimming in the water. Mother has an indescribable awe and fear of water.
Just when I grow up and go out to college, I come here every time.