I feel that living in the city, I have long been accustomed to the busy life every day, the bustling sound and the noisy roar of cars. Sometimes I have no feeling about these things that often happen around me. Always looking for something different. Can the busy streets on weekdays make me feel a little different? I came to a bustling area and wanted to feel the lively atmosphere here. In this street, there are many people wearing fashionable clothes and strange clothes, as well as various promotional activities and billboards filled with merchants. Some people are dazzled, some people are heartbroken, and some even put two big influences at the door. Deafening music keeps ringing, and people's ears can never be quiet. But sometimes it can still attract a large number of customers and pedestrians, and the dazzling array of goods can really give people a feeling of walking into a shopping paradise. Walking in this street, I feel that I have participated in a lively carnival, and it is easy to be infected and assimilated by this atmosphere, which makes me crazy.
Leaving that bustling area, I want to find a quiet place to rest. Compared with the noisy streets, the library is a much quieter place. I decided to go to the library to have a rest and enjoy the quiet atmosphere. Walking into the library is like going from one world to another. I saw the big static words written on the wall at a glance, which gave people a slightly dignified feeling. There is not much noise here, and there is no deafening music. The bookshelf is full of different books. I feel that I have stepped into the ocean of knowledge. There are many people reading books, and it seems that everyone is integrated into this quiet ocean. I took a book and sat in an armchair. Only in this place can people read a book calmly, forget the noise and forget the noisy streets.
After leaving the library, I returned to this world, and those familiar voices rang in my ears. It is also very rare to find a moment of peace in the city. Walking through an alley, I saw bonsai of different sizes at the door of the shops on both sides. There are all kinds of flowers on it. From a distance, it looks like a country road full of green trees and red flowers. I walked into the alley and smelled a faint fragrance. I feel like I'm really walking in the countryside with green trees and red tassels. Go out of this alley and come to a nearby park. There are many tall trees in the park. In the morning, there are often many birds chirping in the treetops and many people walking in the park. This is a forest in the city. I'm sitting on a bench, and I can still hear the sound of cars driving in my ears. The most frequently heard voices in the city often ring in my ears. Sometimes I really envy the rural life I see on TV, but since I live in this bustling city, there are always things to face and accept, whether in the city or in the countryside. It is necessary to feel the changes of things around you and understand what is happening around you.
There was a warm wind blowing head-on. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm wind and the harmonious atmosphere of nature.
Feeling composition 2 "Class", "Stand up" and "Hello, classmates! "Hello, teacher!" -The boat of knowledge is sailing again. Talking, writing, reading, talking and laughing ... there are many questions that only one person needs to answer, but the casual nudge has triggered a heated and immature debate. The spirit of Mr. Hamel shocked the students; Lu Zhishen's three fists made the students applaud; Kong Yiji's tragedy made the students cry; The bravery of volunteer soldiers makes students yearn for ... At this time, the classroom is like a boat, floating leisurely on the ocean of cultural time and space.
I like the feeling of walking on campus. As the sun sets, the campus is shrouded in the warmth of the sunset glow. Respond to the greetings from passing students, walk, look at flowers, trees and grass. On the railing outside the classroom corridor, a row of students pointed to the distance with great interest; On the basketball court, the teachers' team and the students' team are fighting fiercely, and the whistle is sometimes urgent and sometimes long; On the grass, several juniors laughed together for some reason; In the shade, students in twos and threes sit in a pile, reading, talking or singing; By the flower bed, I don't know which class is watering the flowers intently; Under the wall newspaper, several students are pointing up ... Xia Guang, Green, Campus and Students. You can't help feeling that life is so quiet, beautiful and peaceful.
I like the feeling of starting a new semester. After a winter vacation or summer vacation, everything on campus is new. The classroom that I haven't stepped into for a long time is still so kind and quiet, wiping away the thin dust and making the desks clear; The new textbook has a faint scent of ink, and even chalk seems to be full of expectations; The campus, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became lively. Teachers are busy everywhere, and students' cheerful laughter can be heard everywhere ... The spring of the new semester is full of vitality, or accompanied by the crisp maturity of autumn, which always gives people unlimited vitality and expectation.
I like the feeling at the end of the term. With heavy joy, I look back on the past semester and suddenly find that I have made a lot of efforts and gained a smiling face, and I can't help but feel a few warmth in my heart. Looking at another campus, watching students who are busy going home, watching crumpled textbooks and listening to other voices, I will suddenly feel a little reluctant to part.
I like the feeling of self-study in every classroom early; I like the feeling of noisy and energetic campus after class; I like the feeling that the bell rings and students flock into the classroom from different corners; I like the feeling of quiet harbor set off by fluorescent lights during evening self-study; I like the feeling of students twittering and giving ideas when the blackboard newspaper is published; I like the feeling that students wipe their sweat and laugh at others' faces when cleaning. ...
I like the feeling of being a student!
I feel that time flies, and I am crossing the threshold of youth-the days are going, but I haven't paid attention for a long time. Looking back on the past, I suddenly found that many good things in my memory have gone with the passage of time, leaving only shallow footprints, but the persistent sincerity in my heart is still true and true forever.
Xiao Shan, Xiao Qi and I were the closest friends when we were young, and we could see the three of us together whenever and wherever. Experience every birthday, Xiao Qi, shan and I will give each other gifts. 10 years later, I can still clearly remember the gifts they gave me. To tell the truth, whether it is a pencil case, exquisite hairpins or gloves, they are the pillars in my heart, a sincere concern, a spiritual comfort and a bond of friendship.
It is my birthday again. As time goes by, we all grow up. "Happy birthday, this little gift is knitted by myself, which is a little rough ..." She smiled. At this time, I seem to see her clumsy hands knitting under the lamp, and I ask my mother for advice from time to time. I understand everything. "Jun, wait, happy birthday, this is my carefully prepared gift for you!" Xiao Shan showed a proud look. "Hey? Xiao Yan will give you this? " Say that finish, show disdain eyes, proudly turned to leave. Suddenly my heart cooled a lot. Back in the classroom, surrounded by my classmates, I opened this exquisite gift box. "Ah, what a beautiful crystal apple, so green, look at another, look at another, what? Give you this glove as a birthday present! ? "A large group of classmates surrounded me. Listen to the students' views on choosing friends by things. I was silent. Is that really the case? Friendship should be like the kindness of the blue sky to white clouds and birds, and should be like the acceptance of mountains and rivers by the earth. It is sincere care, spiritual comfort, exchange of love and a scenery that will never disappear. Friendship needs to be sown with loyalty, watered with enthusiasm, cultivated with principles and cared for with understanding.
In such a noisy space, interpersonal relationships are becoming more and more superficial and stylized. We can compliment girls' ugly clothes against their will, and we can laugh at humorous words in an exaggerated way. But do we realize that this is really a loss, to some extent, a loss of conscience and a loss of self? Whether studying or living, Xiao Qi can always put himself in others' shoes. This is the original "friendship".
When people grow up and are suffocated by worldly narrowness, should they be unfriendly to each other? Have we abandoned the innocent, childish and ridiculous movements, clear and transparent eyes without any impurities, and the yearning heart is "childlike innocence"? Every step people take will leave something behind, and what people often throw away at will is also the most precious.
The feeling of growing up is different, but through this incident, it sounded the alarm for myself and made me understand that we should learn from others. Indeed, people should always use the mirror of "childlike innocence" to examine their decaying hearts.
I feel that composition 4 of senior three starts from scratch and ends with friends.
This kind of discussion can only be seen in the letter, and the emotions in the writing are clearly revealed. Art is here, walking in life. In these letters, art is no longer mysterious. Although this theory is scientific, it is sometimes difficult to approach. Starting from life and entering art is my greatest feeling when I read Fu Lei's letters.
I often feel that I don't know where to start, or I am enjoying learning. It's hard to meet a sincere and enthusiastic person in this life. There is always sadness, but there is only one sincere life. I am a hopeful person, but only in books can I see this romance and fantasy. Maybe I should be a little satisfied. After all, my ideas can find a home in the whole history.
This time, he is no longer a great man, but a man with feelings. Look, this is the man. He really stood in front of me. Isn't it that simple for a person to be himself?
Back to the discussion of art, most of Fu Lei's books are about music. In this respect, only my favorite poems can produce songs. I don't think I know much about poetry, but reason and emotion always make me choose to face it. When I meet music in Fu Lei's books, I always use artistic perception to experience it. How I wish someone could give me advice, but I am so self-centered, and I don't want people I meet occasionally to give me too much help. Now I can reduce the influence of people around me. This is my effort. I am not a conceited person, but in my judgment, it is still difficult to find anyone who can help me.
Reading is my only comfort. The discussion about art in Fu Lei's letters will be a bright light for me and give me hope to go on.
Art needs to persist all the time to see new scenery, and the scenery here is always so charming.
I have to hurry back to Xi 'an, but the distance in this book is getting farther and farther. I just want a friend. His first point of view is also art and science. Why should I criticize me for being divorced from life? Anyway, I am stubborn. If there is nothing to yearn for in life, how to be a climbing campbell flower? Lonely and cold winter wind, the heart has been constantly recovering like a warm spring.
Many people seem to be urging me to turn around and have heard some hopes for me, but now they all seem to have vanished. Even though I sometimes disappear, after the time jump, I return to the original point. All my thoughts started here, and all the leaves fell back to their roots. I have been addicted to traveling for a long time, and I like it the same.
Listen, how I wish someone would listen. I don't need that interesting soul. I just want him to live a sincere and serious life. He can talk to me all the time that day. Yes, my friend, I cried, but where have you been?
I think today is a very special day for me, because today I'm going to make my first impromptu speech. For the first time in my life, I am really nervous. On my way to school just now, I felt uneasy. If I don't succeed, I can't think about it any more.
As soon as the morning reading bell rings, I really feel that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the ground. After the previous classmate finished speaking, the Chinese teacher came up to me shaking a pile of papers in his hand, and my heart really jumped out of my throat.
I finally stepped onto the podium and made this speech entitled "Feeling Today" in front of everyone. Today's feeling is really hard to forget.
That uncontrollable tension and stage fright still control me until now. This reminds me of two stories I once knew: when the former Indian Prime Minister, Mrs. Indira Gandhi, gave a speech for the first time, she was too nervous to say a word; Later, she hardly knew what she said, but an audience commented on her speech: "She was not talking, but screaming, and Mrs. Gandhi ended her first speech with laughter; When former US President Ford made his debut, he stuttered and made the audience uncomfortable, calling him a "dumb athlete". It can be seen that the "ancient sage" debuted for the first time. How can I not be nervous and be called "modern man"? Everyone has stage fright. The key lies in exercise and persistence. Some people say that "poets are born and orators are acquired", which just shows that the ability to speak is acquired by practice and hard work. Let's give two more examples. Former Japanese Prime Minister tanaka kakuei suffered from stuttering when he was a child. In order to correct his stuttering, he repeatedly practiced reading and reciting slowly, and corrected his mouth shape and the position of the base of his tongue in front of the mirror. After unremitting efforts, he finally became a shocking speaker. Another example is Bernard Shaw, a master of realistic drama, who was very shy when he was young. When I first arrived in London at the age of 20, I once went to a friend's house for dinner. I lingered at the door for 20 minutes, but I still didn't have the courage to ring the doorbell. Later, under the strong persuasion of his friends, he took part in a debate. Everyone asked him to speak, but he managed to say a few words. Afterwards, he felt that he was a clumsy fool, so he vowed to practice oral expression. Later, people can always see Bernard Shaw's speeches in schools, parks, markets, docks and many other places. 12 years, he made more than 1000 speeches and finally became a humorous speaker. From this, I deeply feel that the reason why saints are sacred lies in their courage to hone their own spirit. They won't lose confidence in themselves because of their first failure and avoid doing things they can't do well. In order to succeed for the hundredth time, they often willingly endure the failure and humiliation of the first 99 times. Think of yourself, isn't this kind of impromptu speech a good opportunity to exercise yourself? I can't help feeling suddenly enlightened today!
Our life is no longer an idyllic melody, but the rhythm of a vibrant modern symphony. A broader, richer and more complicated world is unfolding before me, you and him. Good eloquence will bring you more happiness and gains in life, work and study. Take courage and try hard!
Today, my feeling begins with nervousness; However, at this time, my feelings will end with excitement and pleasure!
Some people say that happiness is like a candy, sweet, and some people say that happiness is like a bowl of medicine, bitter first and then sweet. Others say that happiness is a sugar-coated gourd, and a bite is sour and sweet. I feel that happiness is very close, right beside us.
I used to be an out-of-control child, always making my parents angry. My parents are heartbroken for me. I remember once, a classmate showed me that her clothes were xx brand and shoes were xx brand, and finally we talked a lot. I felt ashamed at that time. Do I have a grudge against myself? So many people have to show off in front of me. Later, I got tired of listening and said a few words, and I didn't know who started it. The scene is very chaotic. Finally, the teacher separated us. I went to the office with her and finally invited my parents. I come from my mother, and she comes from her mother, too. After the two sides met, * * * mom was as fierce as a bitch. My mother sat on the side indifferently. I was angry, but I swore a few words. * * * scold more fierce. I almost got into a fight with * * * mom again, but because the head teacher came, in the end, both sides took a step back and shook hands.
On the way home, my mother was silent and I was too lazy to talk. As soon as I got home, I saw my father holding a feather blanket and wanting to say hello to me. My mother quickly waved her hand and said, "Nothing, forget it!" "I returned to my room angrily.
I went to bed early because I was a little sleepy at night. In my sleep, it seems that someone is talking to me, my ears are buzzing and my brain is blank.
"Hey, where is this?" I have a hoarse throat. Move your feet. What's going on here? When I looked, it turned out that my mother was asleep by the bed. The early morning sun shone softly on her, as if she had been covered with a golden halo. I was fascinated by it. The creaking door brought me back to reality. It's my father. He is carrying the breakfast he just bought. When he saw me awake, he motioned me not to talk. When I came out, I nodded and went out with my father.
Dad was silent for a while and said to me, "Daughter! I know we are usually too busy to take care of you, which makes you what you are now. Yesterday you fought with your classmates and went home to sleep. We invited you to dinner, only to find that you couldn't wake up, which scared me and * * * to take you to the hospital overnight. The doctor says you have a high fever. Daughter, you should take care of yourself! Don't let me and * * * worry!
I nodded and said, "Dad, I'm sorry. I will correct it. I won't make mistakes again. It's my fault that I broke your heart. " I said slowly in a choked voice. The door creaked and my mother's eyes were red. She hugged me and said, "Son, you are sensible and grown up. I'm so happy for you. " I hugged my mother and gently answered "hmm". My dad smiled and hugged me and my mom.
I thought to myself: this is the feeling of happiness! Like my temperature, it will always be around 37℃. I want to keep this happy temperature forever, forever.