Looking up to youth _700 words
What a beautiful word spring is: everything revives and a hundred flowers blossom. Young and ignorant, we have had many such dreams. Dream of the future, dream of a better life. We yearn for a place called the future.
Cicada accompanied by drifting clouds, after the memory began, I quietly looked at the distance. I never thought about the future, just want to hold on to the present. Keep smiling faces, friendly voices and cheerful steps of classmates. Apart from their mistakes, I don't know where to start with a thousand words.
The moon is like an empty room in a light smoke cage. People wander and think alone. They lie in the middle of the night listening to the wind singing, whispering, recalling the past, sipping warm tea and leaning against the west window, where the wind hangs in Suo Xiang. In the past, it was like a dream, and I hope I will never forget it.
May is the month of flying dreams, and fifteen is also the age of chasing dreams. Sadie once said: No matter how old a person lives, the first twenty years are the longest half of his life. In this budding season, I look forward to the best years in my life _ _ _ _ _ youth.
Maybe youth will bring us setbacks and disappointments again and again. But we firmly believe that plain sailing youth is not a good memory. Do you still remember that in the best years of my life, although we were all busy and sleepy, we still smiled at each other every day. We love the fragrance of Chinese rose in the flower bed outside the window, the warm milk tea in the winter milk tea shop, the physics teacher with mushroom head, Newton's law, and the young and sunny boys who can see when they turn their heads. Time will pass, and these favorites will be forgotten. May we leave no regrets and look up to that distant youth.
I can't go back to the years, I can't remember the words, even if it's just a mistake, why mention it again? I am a beam of light, and you are a face. Unfortunately, there is only one intersection. Youth is like a seed, hidden in the depths of fairy tales. In the mixture of darkness and light, a garden called dream was born.
Youth is not old, we will eventually regain it, and time is gone forever. The past can only be recalled, and we will keep the present youth. We will hold our heads high and head for the peak of our ideals.
Read micro happiness _700 words
Time is too thin, fingers are too wide, and a casual glance has passed for several years. Looking back, that person is still that person, that fragrance is still that fragrance, that feeling is still that feeling.
Sunshine is like you and me. Open your palm, face the sun, watch the sun shuttle through your fingertips, and see yourself in the sun. A breeze blew and messed up your hair, my hair, and they were intertwined. Naughty sunshine jumps in it. I just looked at you with four eyes facing each other and smiled at each other. You move your hands flexibly, and I sit quietly beside you, making no noise and making no noise. I occasionally pick up the old cattail leaf fan and keep driving away the heat for you. Look at your hands intently, a drop of sweat stays and disappears in an instant. You work in the sun, and I will drive away the heat for you. The air is filled with faint fragrance, and the picture is frozen.
Two changes into one. Looking back, it's different. But the smell hasn't changed, people are still the same, and the feeling is still the same. What changes is that two people become one person. The moonlight is clear, under the old locust tree, I am alone, gently shaking the cattail leaf fan, looking at the moon and thinking about people. Pushing open the familiar mottled wooden door, memories flooded in, and bits and pieces of the past surfaced. In the twilight, you and I appear in memory. Reach out and instantly fall apart. Tears welled up and fragrance wafted in the air. Well, deja vu. This is happiness, and this is my happiness with you. Gently wipe away the tears, pick up the cattail leaf fan again, savor it carefully and chew it carefully. Understand that it is happiness, understand the feelings. I see. .......
Walking in the years when I walked hand in hand with you, stroking a wisp of breeze, carrying it like practicing Japanese culture, watching the fleeting days, quietly remembering that simple and beautiful micro-happiness.
Under the moon, people and trees. The moonlight is as cool as water, the stars in the dark blue sky are regularly scattered around the bright first quarter moon, and the clouds are dancing lightly. It's a quiet and sultry day in summer, and I'm lucky to have a place to enjoy the cool. Under the old pagoda tree, there is a table, a chair and a cattail leaf fan. After a busy day, it's time for dinner, and then the most pleasant thing in the day is to sit under the old locust tree and enjoy the cool. Wipe the sweat off your face with your little hand, then lie in your arms and listen to your story. You work during the day, and I will drive away the summer heat for you. At night, I lie in your arms, and you drive away the heat for me. In the air, Dimfragrance floats.
Time goes by silently, the fragrance remains the same, the feeling remains the same, and people remain the same.
I did it once _700 words.
Cut it for a while and put it in the most beautiful section. Fresh clothes and angry horses, fighting swords all over the world. Writer Lin Yutang once said: "Have the courage to be yourself, stand by yourself, and don't want to be others." I said, "Just be yourself."
After class, the head teacher came to my seat and handed me a book to recite. I felt the eyes of my classmates again, so I had to bend my head and turn over my notes.
"I am a slow climber, but I never walk backwards."
On the day of the competition, my classmates and I sat in the player's seat waiting for admission. I feel my heart pounding and my thighs tense. At that time, the head teacher patted me on the shoulder and smiled at me. "Relax, don't be afraid. My mood soon calmed down. The supporter said, "Just give me a smile the next time you recite. My classmates and I walked onto the stage.
When our class won the second prize, we smiled at each other.
A month ago, the school held a speech contest. When the class teacher announced that I was one of the contestants, the students looked at me in surprise, and I couldn't help but bow my head. Yes, I am very introverted, and I blush when I answer questions in class, let alone recite them in front of the whole school. I didn't hear anything in that class, and my mind kept flashing pictures of my classmates whispering to each other.
When I got home, I sat at my desk and watched the leaves falling outside the window. I don't know how long it took, but a snail appeared in my sight. In front of it, it is a "huge" dead leaf. I watched it turn left, turn right, and finally return to its original position. It hasn't moved for a long time. I thought it had given up. Suddenly, it jumped to the edge of the leaf until it moved forward. The snail crossed the obstacle, and it once did.
This sentence suddenly occurred to me. Yes, I have no reason why snails can't do it. I gradually became full of fighting spirit, and began to find out the details that need to be mastered in reciting, the cooperation of background music and so on.
The background music played and the microphone was handed to me. I read with confidence:' I can't repay it, how can I forget it? Give me a smile, like a thin glass of wine, like a gentle wind. '
I am very happy with myself and will work harder in the future.