Books are lighthouses that can guide us forward; Books are candles, which can illuminate our way forward; Books are faith, which can provide us with motivation to move forward. Books are indispensable elements to support our life, giving us unlimited motivation and prompting us to put on bright wings. The ancients said, "I am full of poems and books." Yes, books are our spiritual food. As the saying goes, a day without books makes everything barren. If you don't take advantage of your youth to study more, you will regret being late. Before, I didn't like reading. I think the story in the book is unrealistic. Although it comes from life, it is more than life. However, I gradually like reading. What makes me change so fast? Just listen to me in detail
For a time, I was under great pressure to study and always encountered difficulties, but my friends ignored me. I was depressed and felt that I had many shortcomings, so I tried to correct them, but it was useless. I can only stand in front of the door and watch them play outside. I have learned to be a person and often do something to make myself happy.
2. Write a 500-word parting composition. Since ancient times, parting sorrow has been the darling of literati, and there are countless poems about parting sorrow. The feelings of leaving home and friends are full of cultural history.
Being in a foreign land, Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Looking up, it is moonlight, leaning back again, thinking about my hometown suddenly" seems bleak in the moonlight. The author is alone in a foreign land, looking at the bright moon, and he is homesick. When he thinks of everything in his hometown, he can't help feeling endless sadness. He can only sing the moon, leaving this famous sentence sung through the ages. When he left his hometown, Li Yue once chanted "I'll take you to my hometown with water, and the original boat is 300 Li", turning the nostalgia for my hometown into a farewell to Wan Li. How clever his thoughts are and how strong his feelings are, he wrote this famous sentence through the ages.
Unlike his friends for many years, Wang Bo wrote in Du Shaofu's Zhou Shu, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor", and they are friends for many years. Today, when we say goodbye, we don't know when we can meet again. We are naturally reluctant to part, but the poet is optimistic, puts aside the feelings of parting, and writes this farewell sentence that has been told for generations. In the face of parting, Wang Wei confided his true feelings in "Seeing Yuan Er An Xi": "There is no reason to persuade you to drink more."
In the narrative tone, the gesture of expressing affection expresses sincere farewell. On the green river bank, willows are folded in half and sent to each other, whispering this beautiful sentence that has been passed down through the ages. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
The ancients knew the joys and sorrows, and so did we. And leaving sorrow is even more emotional.
I like reading ancient poems and appreciating the feelings of parting in them. It seems that I have experienced a trip, lost in it, and even made me not want to wake up. Hope to adopt, thank you! ~。
3. Write a 500-word parting composition. Since ancient times, parting sorrow has been the darling of literati, and there are countless poems about parting sorrow. The feelings of leaving home and friends are full of cultural history.
Being in a foreign land, Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Looking up, it is moonlight, leaning back again, thinking about my hometown suddenly" seems bleak in the moonlight. The author is alone in a foreign land, looking at the bright moon, and he is homesick. When he thinks of everything in his hometown, he can't help feeling endless sadness. He can only sing the moon, leaving this famous sentence sung through the ages. When he left his hometown, Li Yue once chanted "I'll take you to my hometown with water, and the original boat is 300 Li", turning the nostalgia for my hometown into a farewell to Wan Li. How clever his thoughts are and how strong his feelings are, he wrote this famous sentence through the ages. Unlike his friends for many years, Wang Bo wrote in Du Shaofu's Zhou Shu, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor", and they are friends for many years. Today, when we say goodbye, we don't know when we can meet again. We are naturally reluctant to part, but the poet is optimistic, puts aside the feelings of parting, and writes this farewell sentence that has been told for generations. In the face of parting, Wang Wei confided his true feelings in "Seeing Yuan Er An Xi": "There is no reason to persuade you to drink more." In the narrative tone, the gesture of expressing affection expresses sincere farewell. On the green river bank, willows are folded in half and sent to each other, whispering this beautiful sentence that has been passed down through the ages.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. The ancients knew the joys and sorrows, and so did we. And leaving sorrow is even more emotional. I like reading ancient poems and appreciating the feelings of parting in them. It seems that I have experienced a trip, lost in it, and even made me not want to wake up.
Hope to adopt, thank you! ~
I wrote a composition on the topic of sadness, and it took me years to leave my hometown before I recited the flavor of this poem. Perhaps, "parting from sorrow is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water", but the memory of my hometown has become clearer after time polishing.
I often go back to my hometown in my dreams. This is a quiet mountain village. In the summer afternoon, it seems to be a sleeping room. There are always a few cheerful frogs and the cry of the old cow "Cleisthenes-". Sometimes I go back to the stream in front of the village and play with my silly friends. Water often splashes on the rolled-up trouser legs ... everyone in the dormitory says that I often laugh in my dreams.
Time is like a wide river, flowing slowly from the levee, washing away dust and refreshing memories. The mountains, rivers, grass and trees in my hometown are vividly floating in front of me. I have been drifting away for six years. I often miss those simple folks. Do they also miss wandering artistry?
When I first arrived in the city, I clung to my brother-in-law's skirt and dared not let go. Those red candles, lights, melodious saxophone, fast-paced trains ... all came to me, and I was at a loss. The imaginary city should be relatively peaceful and simple, just like my hometown, which has been haunted for many years.
Time sometimes passes slowly, especially when I haven't heard from home for a long time. I circle the letters I receive every day on the calendar board with a bright red pen. For me, that day was the New Year, and it was the most unforgettable day. Round and red are sometimes scattered on every calendar, recording many memories about hometown. Calendar not only gives me clear time, but also gives me many good memories. Perhaps this is the feeling of "root" that Mr. Yu Guangzhong said.
When you ask about your hometown, you often say in your reply what has changed and what has not. So the memory of my hometown is also a little bit trimmed and a little bit perfect. Time has really changed the face of my hometown in the past, but it can't leave her memory in my heart.
One day, I was typing in front of the keyboard, and my memory was full of my hometown.
5. Leave a sad composition of 500 words, and never care about anyone's feelings again.
Once again, the geese fly south, and the autumn water turns. Endless is the sadness of falling flowers everywhere; It is the sigh of long autumn water that licks the ear.
The scenery here touched my endless sadness. On a clear autumn day, the night was quiet.
Immerse yourself in the sad melody like autumn water, silently count the past events like smoke, and wake up like a dream. Love doesn't understand the sufferings of the Iraqi people. Who pity the Iraqi people? Flowers fade, fragrance is scattered, who is worried about sending them? Looking at the other side, sighing, how can we solve this sad heart? A song of lovesickness is endless, it is difficult to get together, and the dream locks the clear autumn.
"Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? Everything goes with the east water, only in the dream, there is a chill. " "Wild silence insects, cold night wind clear.
Mount Yunshan rides, and the shadow of the stream bridge. "In the world of mortals, there is a wonderful poem in the fallen fragrant flowers.
As soon as Yi picked up the beautiful fragments scattered in her heart, she suddenly dreamed. The bridge is still the same, except that 3231313335323635438+034313635358685 e5aeb9313337376430 only increases the sadness of the stream under the bridge.
On a clear autumn night, this wonderful poem is heartbreaking and makes people cry. "The silence of wild insects makes the cold wind clear in jathyapple".
Just like the sorrow of the Iraqi people at this time: when the bright moon is lonely and the heart is full of music, who can listen to the strings? Who * * * Song Qing? "Yunshan rides, Xiqiao shadows." Why haven't you been in the middle of Yunshan, only hearing horses singing, but not seeing horses? Where is the idle shadow? Ask Leng Yue Qingfeng, when will the loneliness near at hand and far away stop? "Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? Wutong autumn moon is like this, so don't have a taste in your heart. "
In the world of mortals, it is always affectionate and heartless. Maybe God has pity on Iraq, thousands of miles away, but the two hearts are wonderfully connected and echo each other from afar.
Like a dream, I will never leave, and you will never give up. In this way, I have never owned or lost it.
Maybe it was a marriage in a previous life. Maybe it's fate in the afterlife.
When you meet by mistake in this life, you only give the fate to Iraq for a moment, but you need to turn it into eternity yourself. In my last life, I knew that on this clear autumn night, I hoped that the husband on the other side would cross the Acacia River with a pole, so that he could really fall in love with the husband who had been warm for a moment.
With deep love, I spent a long and sad night, and no longer dominated Yi's dream with the temperature of the hidden mirror flower. "Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? The eyebrows in the mirror are dusty, leaving only one full of sadness and coldness. "
After waking up from a drunken dream, Phoenix left and burned out. Vaguely lingering is the tenderness of yesterday.
Just because you look back, I think you are in the morning and evening. Looking back at the long road of the world of mortals, it seems that Haitang is still waiting in the rain without regrets, and endless sorrow is beyond words.
Waiting is a bitter word, but there is no lack of beauty, and it is cold and clear in waiting. Look for it; Waiting in the mouth, there is a long-lost name; Looking at the waiting mountains, we can see the weight of thousands of mountains.
Qin treats the bright moon, Han treats the breeze; Waiting for the intoxicated moon. Waiting for the heartbreaking wind; Waiting for the half of heartbreak and ecstasy; Waiting for the warmth in the dream.
"Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? Half-life banana rain, no pain in my heart. " Time flies, autumn water turns; Heaven and earth are long, and feelings spread; Red dust, weak water 3 thousand, only take a ladle.
A string song, no matter how it ends, knows that one day the string will break, and so will three thousand infatuations. Iraq is still the same, quietly waiting for the dreamy beauty in the vicissitudes of life.
In the lonely waiting, depending on the circuitous feelings, I am attached to the dream of locking clear autumn, chasing people's thin shadows, chasing autumn water, accompanying Leng Yue and the breeze, and sending this missing sentence to the other side of the world.
6. I wrote a 600-word composition on the topic of sadness, and it took me many years to leave my hometown to recite the taste of this poem. Perhaps, "parting from sorrow is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water", but the memory of my hometown has become clearer after time polishing.
I often go back to my hometown in my dreams. This is a quiet mountain village. In the summer afternoon, it seems to be a sleeping room. There are always a few cheerful frogs and the cry of the old cow "Cleisthenes-". Sometimes I go back to the stream in front of the village and play with my silly friends. Water often splashes on the rolled-up trouser legs ... everyone in the dormitory says that I often laugh in my dreams.
Time is like a wide river, flowing slowly from the levee, washing away dust and refreshing memories. The mountains, rivers, grass and trees in my hometown are vividly floating in front of me. I have been drifting away for six years. I often miss those simple folks. Do they also miss wandering artistry?
When I first arrived in the city, I clung to my brother-in-law's skirt and dared not let go. Those red candles, lights, melodious saxophone, fast-paced trains ... all came to me, and I was at a loss. The imaginary city should be relatively peaceful and simple, just like my hometown, which has been haunted for many years.
time
Sometimes it's slow, especially when I haven't heard from home for a long time. I circle the letters I receive every day on the calendar board with a bright red pen. For me, that day was the New Year, and it was the most unforgettable day. Round round, red
Sometimes scattered in every calendar, recording a lot of memories about my hometown. Calendar not only gives me clear time, but also gives me many good memories. Perhaps this is the feeling of "root" that Mr. Yu Guangzhong said.
Go to sleep.
When you ask about your hometown, you often say in your reply what has changed and what has not. So the memory of my hometown is also a little bit trimmed and a little bit perfect. Time has really changed the face of my hometown in the past, but it can't leave her memory in my heart.
One day, I was typing in front of the keyboard, and my memory was full of my hometown.
Refer to it and adopt it.