The following is my world composition 1 Gorky said: books are the ladder of human progress. I like reading, because I have my own world here.
Once my parents took me to Xinhua Bookstore. I remember it very clearly. This is the first book I chose. I saw its beautiful cover with the words "The Wizard of Oz" written in big letters. The paper quality of this book is very good, and there are color illustrations in it. I immediately chose it and gently took it off the shelf. All I could think of was that I had to finish reading it. Passing by some bookshelves, no matter how beautiful the book cover is, it can't attract me. I held it tightly in my arms for fear of breaking it. On the way home by bus, I carefully opened the first page and began to read.
The protagonist of this book is a little girl named Dorothy. Her house was swept away by a tornado and she was taken to a strange place. I immediately began to imagine that things in Dorothy's house were rolling, and as soon as the wind stopped, they broke down. The more I think about it, the more I worry about Dorothy. So I looked down eagerly. It was the book The Wizard of Oz that opened my imagination. After reading a small chapter, I will quietly close my eyes and continue to write for it. And my sequels are always different from Frank Baum's. If it comes down, it will be another wizard of oz. From then on, I fell madly in love with reading.
Now, you know why I said I like reading. In books, people are omnipotent. Although the result was beautiful, the journey was really difficult. In books, animals can also talk, play and wear beautiful clothes like people. In the book, the castle is magical, and the floor tiles can jump down from the sky. You see, the world in the book is so beautiful!
I like reading. Reading can enrich my brain, beautify my life and cultivate my sentiment. There is a world that belongs to me!
This is my world. This is my world, the world I never forget. -inscription
The moment the plane landed, the heart that hung for a year also landed. Finally, I returned to this city and my own world.
Sitting on the bus, watching the flashing neon lights and passing cars on the street, breathing this slightly polluted but familiar air, we seem to see the sound of that street, talking and laughing, submerged in the noisy sea of people, so small, but so comfortable. Because this is my world.
Back to the city, if that campus, time seems to have returned to a year ago. Nothing has changed, just born in spring, mango trees that are always littered with mangoes in summer, sidewalks that lack a brick, canteens that are always crowded with students, and roofs that we have escaped countless rains. The sky here is so blue, the wind here is so soft and the sunshine here is so warm. Because this is my world.
I have spent more than ten years in this city. I can walk home with my eyes closed. I think I will never forget the number of stairs. The key, the door, the bed in that room, everything that has accompanied me for more than ten years, are all there. Back here, it is no longer a strange face, no longer a strange building and street, no longer a strange life. Because this is my world.
I think the world is beautiful. Sometimes sunny, sometimes drizzling, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad and lost. In this world, there are beautiful things that have passed away, stories that we wrote down word by word, and our original appearance.
Some people say that a city will make you unforgettable for a long time, probably because there are people you love deeply and youth that will never return.
Here, there is a world that belongs to me.
Here is my world composition. Snowflakes are falling, covering the earth with sacred clothes. They walked in twos and threes, rolling and spinning beautiful traces in the air.
Walking in the street, the sound of car horns and people's sighs were covered by the roaring snow. I feel a silence that I have never felt before. The snow on the bridge is clean. I can't see anyone stepping on it. I walked softly, for fear that my footprints would ruin this clean and white world.
Walking alone in the white world, the cold wind is raging, mixed with a few snowflakes, and I can't help but wrap my heavy clothes tighter.
Suddenly, a plum blossom on the bridge caught my eye. Stand on tiptoe, take a closer look, and the buds that can't stand the cold wind fall to the ground, dotted with white earth.
I squatted down gently, picked up a fallen flower and gently wiped the snowflake off my body for it. Holding it in my hand, I stared at it for a long time and was shocked by his beauty. After numerous blows, it is not damaged at all, and it is still so charming and dazzling.
Put it gently in front of your nose for fear of damage. Smell it. Wow, it still smells good. "Come out of the mud, don't dye it." After so much interference, I am still so clean.
Looking at the plum blossoms on the branches that don't give in to fate, I can't help but immerse myself in my own world. "Plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. " The plum blossom spirit deeply touched me, and I can't extricate myself from this arrogant and colorful realm without losing its connotation. I vaguely felt that there was a touch of red passing by and stopped in the plum blossom.
Looking at the white earth, I was excited by inexplicable power. Thin crystal snowflakes fell on my clothes and spread. Snow covered the road, young smiles and flying youth. In my own world.
There is my world here. I like the feeling of standing on the stage because there is my world here.
Dancing gives me courage.
"There are still places for cultural performances. Who wants to participate? " I have dreamed of dancing since I was a child. I looked around and slowly raised my right hand, ignoring the amazing eyes and contemptuous ridicule around me. I have the courage to give myself wings, because I firmly believe that dance has my own world.
Dancing taught me to struggle and persist.
When I came to the dance studio, I stood in the front row carefully, just to see the movements taught by the teacher better. Every morning, I am always the first to come to the dance studio, listening to music and reviewing the moves I taught yesterday. Every time I practice basic skills and grin with pain, there is always a force that keeps me going. Whenever my progress is not as fast as others, my heart is full of joy of hard work. Because of this, I seem to be a little closer to my dream. Dance belongs to my world for my persistence.
Dancing brings me a smile and confidence.
Standing on the stage, the lights shone, looking at the audience, smiling, raising your face confidently, dancing to the music and immersing yourself in your own dance world.
"This dance really suits you!
"Really? Thank you. " In the face of other people's praise, I smiled confidently and stopped living like an invisible man.
I like the feeling of standing on the stage, because behind my back, I have paid countless sweat. I like the feeling of standing on the stage, because at this time, I got the joy of reward. I like the feeling of standing on the stage, because dance has its own world.
There is a world that belongs to me. I like reading poetry because there is a different world that belongs to me.
Sometimes I want to be a poet. Travel around, feel the vitality of spring grass, experience the vitality of summer insects, recite the beauty of autumn leaves and bathe in the warmth of winter. Like countless bards, I admire life and fear nature. I use words to express my love for life, and I use poetry to build a world that belongs to me. Because there is a world in the poem that belongs to me.
Open the collection of poems and walk into my world.
I seem to see the brave yearning of Haiyan and the hazy sadness of the rainy lane. I heard the deep feeling that "when you are old, there are people who love your pious soul", and I heard the homesickness falling in the moonlight ... In my world, there are more Gorky's passion, more Dai Wangshu's sadness, more Ye Zhi's romance and more Cohen's tranquility. My world is more wonderful because of poetry and more vivid because of poets. I long for freedom, I long for running, I change impatience, I want to think. It is poetry that enriches my world.
It is poetry that makes me long to feel every minute of my life; It is a poem that makes me grateful for the beauty of youth; It's poetry It gave me a whole new world.
Open the poetry collection of time and feel the silence of the years. Everyone is a poem, and everyone's life is a collection of poems worth remembering, either earth-shattering or still as water, but there is a beautiful world in the poem.
There is my world and my sky in the poem.
This is my world composition. Six Chinese characters, ancient poems with long meaning and clear pronunciation, constitute my world-Chinese. Chinese characters are the essence of Chinese. From simple Oracle Bone Inscriptions, to dignified printing, to elegant cursive script, thousands of Chinese characters * * * write wonderful language. The evolution of Chinese characters again and again bears the love of Chinese children. Every time I see a smart and elegant Chinese character, I enter my world. Poetry is the soul of Chinese. Poetry is a willow in the Tang Dynasty, a fly by the riverside, a fish in the Song Dynasty, a wisp of wind in the Ming Dynasty and a horse in bluestone, galloping in the vast grassland. Every time I read this wonderful thing, I enter my own world, where there are thousands of poems by Qian Qian, and I am alone. I am not lonely, because with the company of poetry and China people, my heart is as full as spring flowers. Chinese belongs to my world. Pinyin is the core of Chinese. Every pinyin of Chinese characters needs to be carefully carved, and the clever notes shine brightly, falling on the land of Chinese, opening Chinese flowers and circulating sweet pronunciation. Every time I hear these wonderful notes, I enter my own world. In the moss-covered hut, there was a gentle voice: outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the beautiful voice of grass and sky was washing the dusty heart. Chinese belongs to my world. I enjoy and touch Chinese in my world because Chinese belongs to my world.
There is a world that belongs to me. There is a world that belongs to me.
In the early spring, a cluster of pink by the river gently embraced my heart.
Flaming red, pure white, charming purple, shy powder, all red as Xia and white as snow. Welcome, a flower fragrance, robin singing, slow voice; In a hurry; Time height; ● Time; Scattered all over the sky intermittently, quickly and slowly.
I stopped and stared at the pink, the delicate color and the charming figure, which wrapped everything around me like cotton candy. There is a world that belongs to me. With the faint fragrance of flowers and leaves, it has created a unique flower viewing space for me.
Of course, in this world that belongs to me, safflower still needs green leaves. Green is unpredictable, lush lawns, green banyan trees and green leaves are all highlighted in the expectation of spring rain.
This is my world. Peach blossom, apricot blossom and pear blossom are like dreams. Their footprints are everywhere on the leaves, the tender grass and the bluestone steps. Standing under the tree, the petals fall gently, in the mud, in the water, the water gurgles and the petals fly.
In my world, there is no regret of "helpless flowers falling", but there is a surprise of "deja vu", a pleasure of "handing the boy a golden flower in exchange for good wine" and a passion of "the sunrise makes the river red and the spring makes the river green as blue".
In this world that belongs to me, I hope this is the flower forest where Daiyu was buried. I also hope that in my world, there is a color of "knowing the east wind and flowers will last forever", and I hope to grow old together in the Woods of "silent spring, sunny trees and soft water".
This is my world.
The following is my world composition 8: a pot of jasmine, a ray of sunshine, a good book and a wooden chair. These simple things constitute my world.
In the morning, a ray of sunshine hid in my room through the glass, like a child playing hide and seek. I like sunshine, I like a bright and fresh world, and I like a world full of sunshine and cheerful laughter. Jasmine bloomed on the balcony, and the fresh fragrance of flowers with naughty sunshine squeezed into my world.
I am a girl who likes fantasy. Sitting by the bed, looking out of the window, my thoughts drifted away. I am not someone else's hostess, maybe just a supporting role, or even just a passer-by, but I know my world is up to me! I won't share the story with others, chew the beauty in my heart alone and indulge in the world of dreams.
When I am free, I take a book, sit on a wooden chair, bathe in the sunshine, taste the book, and let the smart people in the book live in my heart one by one. The elves in the book are naughty and playful children, jumping around and making my heart ups and downs. At this time, no matter how impetuous before, my heart will always calm down.
I prefer a sunny and quiet world to a noisy and prosperous life. Where can I cry without scruple? I can ignore other people's eyes, let my grievances leave with Jin Doudou, laugh heartily, tell all my stories to plants and show my true self.
I can indulge in dreams, swim in the sea of books, play with sunshine and smile with flowers. Here, there is my world!
This is my world composition 9. Beautiful and sweet music surrounds my ears, like a clear spring seeping out of my ears, and like a clear stream floating in my body, my body is so ethereal and bright. Looking up into the air, only the night as dark as the abyss, everything is so quiet ... no starlight shining, no noisy voices, only melody lingering and weaving in the air, just like a transparent barrier separating the city from the balcony door, making it a natural world.
This is my world, belonging to my inner world. The night sets off silence, only the melody floats. The same melody brings different tones, making my world constantly changing: passionate, sad, cheerful, frivolous ... making the night sky colorful and fascinating. The covered moonlight shines bit by bit through the dark night, and I am no longer afraid that the dark night sky will cover the light it should emit. Even if it is so dark, I want to show it in this beautiful picture. Music seems to awaken the whole world. Day after day, every night, I was trapped in the frame. Every day, different music opens different worlds, and my imagination becomes a meteor falling in the air. The place where it fell is full of hope. Looking forward to turning into a firefly, swaying in the mysterious and chilling forest, leading my eyes to the endless jungle path and illuminating the blurred road with faint light. The breeze of music blows through my world, the flowers that have turned into life around me, and the soft grass under my feet. The fragrance of grass and the sweetness of flower of life accompanied the wind blowing through me ... The sound of freedom was in my ear, and the relaxed melody slowed down my fatigue.
My world, the world that fascinates me ... With my growing heart, it will also transform my beautiful world with music.