When everything is in the past.
I realized the memory in my heart.
Have an illusion
Still deeply gathered
I just want to wait for you quietly.
I just want to protect you silently.
Nothing can make me give up.
Nothing can make me back down.
I promised myself.
We must live and die together.
How many expectations?
You can look back at me.
Your smile
Let me fall in love so much
How I wish
You don't leave.
I've asked myself a thousand times.
Why did this happen in the first place?
Do not know how to cherish.
2. Don't write anything in the first half and the second half of the Qingxi poem. Qingxi is a five-line ancient poem created by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty.
This poem was written by Li Bai when he left Beijing to visit Chizhou after the autumn of the twelfth year of Tianbao (753). This paper mainly describes the clear water color of Qingxi, creates a sad and quiet realm, conveys the poet's feelings of being fond of being clear and disgusted with turbidity, and reveals the poet's inner loneliness caused by being far away from his hometown and missing his hometown, as well as his unspeakable depression and sadness of helping the world with talents. At first, the objective scenery was endowed with subjective characteristics.
Then, the poet highlighted the clarity of Qingxi water color by setting off the technique. Then, describe the clearness of Qingxi positively with metaphor.
Finally, the poet returned to his own subjective feelings and created a sad and quiet realm. The poet left the bustling and mixed Chang 'an and came to Qingliu. Although he feels "free from distractions", he feels a kind of spiritual loneliness for this poet who has the heart to save the world and the ambition to serve the country.
Therefore, in the evening, the cries of orangutans sounded to the poet as sadness for his long journey abroad, revealing a lonely and depressed mood in the poet's heart.
3. Ask to recite a poem. The first half is soft, like praise, and the second half is bright red party flag, which will never fade. I don't know who the original designer was. Our national flag is the brightest red, just like the sun coming out of the ground and breaking through the darkness. But I know that the blood of the martyrs has dyed the national flag red. After several generations, it is you who lit a single spark and can start a prairie fire. It was you who witnessed those hard and glorious years. Under your leadership, we have grown from small to large and from weak to strong. Under your leadership, we have built a brand-new China world, and the situation is unpredictable. Western prophets watched China to see when our bright red party flag faded. The Tao is as true as iron, and now it is one step closer to the beginning. "The new generation of collective leadership has made bold decisions, carried out advanced education in depth, and ensured that our flag is always bright red and does not fade. Like a tree, it cannot be separated from the earth, like a water drop, like a river, like a fish, like light, and it cannot be separated from fire. The ruling party cannot leave the people's expectations, that is, the party's right to choose is used by the people and the party's interests are sought by the people. This is the true colors of * *! We do not deny the shadow in the sun, nor do we deny how long the cancer of corruption can ravage the red flag. As early as the war years, there were doubts about big waves scouring the sand. Our mainstay is as steady as Mount Tai, constantly absorbing new blood. Our team is growing. Our flag has not faded. Lei Feng, Jiao who served the people, Wang Shunyou and Qi Aiqun who dedicated themselves to Tibet and sang folk songs on the post road. The pioneer of the times leads the fashion ox. The spirit lies in dedication, not in obtaining Niu Yuru. You are the pride of the grassland. Like an eagle, you only flew for 493 days and nights on the desert grassland, but you left an eternal legend. Diligence is for the people. True colors: Ren Changxia, you wrote an ode to the new era with your life. You light up the blue sky in Song Yue. Your achievements have swallowed mountains and rivers, eliminated violence and stood upright. You enforce the law like a mountain. You are sincere. You add color to party flag with practical actions. Zheng Peimin, you are an eternal model in our hearts. The winding mountain road in western Hunan is printed with your deep and shallow feet, to visit the poor and ask for help. The flower of civil servants is open for you. Why do Miao singers sing for you? Why on earth? People love you like the sea, because you pay too much! Too many! Entering the hot July, there is an eternal song in my heart. We sing it from victory to victory. The sun in our hearts will never set. Without * *, there would be no new China bathed in the sunshine of advanced education. We are full of passion and face challenges. We gazed calmly at the bright red party flag. More than 60 million voices are firm. We vowed to fight for the cause of * * *, and let our flag always be bright red and never fade.
4. Composition: The first half is about snow scenery, and the second half is about praising a person (using snow to describe a person). Snow is the messenger of winter and the symbol of white. It decorates the earth with a unique attitude.
Clean as jade, light as smoke, soft as catkins, falling from the sky, making this beautiful world "wrapped in silver and extraordinarily enchanting". Early in the morning, I was walking on the road.
Suddenly, I felt my cheeks cool. Looking up, countless snowflakes the size of rice grains fell one after another, and some hit the roof, rustling a winter symphony. Some hit the branches and turned over naughtily; Some fell to the ground and jumped around happily. Gradually, these naughty ghosts all slipped away and turned into clear snow water, drilling assiduously into the soil.
At this time, it is no longer yukiko, but snowflake. Like pieces of goose feathers, fluttering leisurely, just like a group of little fairies wearing white gauze skirts, holding that soft white dance skirt to show their charm to people.
For a time, the colorful world turned into a fairy tale kingdom of powder and jade. I reached out my hands and caught a few small white snowflakes, enjoying them like treasures: what lovely little snowflakes! More crystal clear than a little morning dew, more detailed than a little autumn rain, as flawless as a jade piece, people can't put it down! Snowflakes are flying in the air. It purifies all the dust in the world and sends away the loneliness in winter. It comes and goes freely, and many famous poems praise it: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! "Xue Rui indicates a bumper harvest year", and it is also a prophet of bumper harvest! The snow is getting smaller and smaller, and a few fluffy snowflakes are scattered in the air.
I opened my mouth curiously to welcome the falling snow. Hexagonal snowflakes fell gently on my tongue, and the cool feeling penetrated into my heart, which made me drunk. After a while, the snow stopped.
The whole earth seems to be wrapped in a layer of silver gauze, and it seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist. The pine trees along the road are covered with "crystal chips", emitting dazzling light.
If your exclamation disturbs the birds in the branches, "crystal crumbs" will splash like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; If you shake the branches mischievously, "crystal chips" will make a crisp sound of "tinkling" and make you intoxicated. However, no one can bear to shake the branches, because no one can bear to destroy the flawless "crystal" crafts.
What a beautiful snow scene! I am intoxicated in this beautiful world. I feel the snow is so lovely and kind. This is really a beautiful snow.
The first half of a good article is description, and the second half is lyric. Since it's Mother's Day, let's have some affection.
Early morning, 6 o'clock.
My sleepy mother has got up. Although I'm still not fully awake, I still try to open my eyes and see my mother tidying up her textbooks lightly, as well as the exercise book she was correcting when I was going to bed yesterday. Then, open the kitchen and make breakfast for me, as well as meals for the whole day. Half an hour at most, my mother began to change shoes. It was still dark when I went out.
At that time, I was three and a half years old and my father had left home.
When I got home from school in the afternoon, I finished all my homework, reviewed all my lessons, cooked dinner, warmed the water in the washbasin, sat at the table and waited, but my mother hasn't come back yet. Look at the door again, the road is unclear, listen carefully, and hear nothing, then go back to the house. When I was already sleepy, I was awakened from my sleep by the sound of opening the door. My mother was sweating like a pig, patted the dust on her body and washed her calloused hands. When she saw all my preparations, she smiled and could hardly see the fatigue after a day's physical labor. She touched my head with relief, took my little hand and began to eat. When holding chopsticks, she vaguely found that there seemed to be a blood bubble in her palm.
That year, I was in the fifth grade of primary school.
In the morning, I was still sleeping in, but I was awakened by a smell. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting a bowl of boiled eggs with sugar on the bedside table. She called my name softly, saw that I was awake, and told me that I must finish my breakfast first, and then go to bed. Then I went out.
This year, I am 28 years old and have become a mother.
Talk too much and choke on your chest; Too much experience, one stop after another on the track of life.
When I opened the photo album in the bookcase, I first saw the only photo of my mother's girlhood, that pink face and shy smile. Yellowing memories of taking photos with teachers and colleagues. After that, it was a whole blank, and then, it was the photos taken at the time of marriage and the fragments of life after that.
Mother's love, love for children, 100% love, eternal love and unrequited love will always warm my chest and give me the strength to face the challenges of life.
If there is an afterlife, I want to be a mother. I also want to hold my mother's hand to see the sea and the sun, and then hold my mother's hand to eat boiled eggs with sugar.
6. What is the structure of the composition? There is an argumentative narrative. First of all, a good composition should focus on the central idea of the article.
The first idea is to know that no matter who or what you write, you should write about your true feelings.
Secondly, the characters in the narrative should be prominent and more vivid.
Third, we should grasp the center, don't write the central idea very vaguely, don't build a center around the center, and highlight the center, such as the pressure of junior high school life and study.
When writing a composition in a fourth language, don't get tired of Chinese.
Usually, you can read more extracurricular books, more famous books, and more books, poems, essays, novels and short stories in newspapers, so that your composition will be improved.