What are the traces of 600 words in a composition with traces of poetry? What kind of ripples will it arouse? Describe in detail such a process: life is a kaleidoscope as a whole, and the world is divided into small pieces by a prism and a polished sphere. After each rotation, you will see different traces of life. At this time, we took out an opaque box, which is a particularly magical box. Press the shutter "click" and the trace will be preserved forever, and you can taste and recall it at any time. Well, this is the trace, and there are two processes-deduction and acceptance by memory.
In the three years of junior high school, our class changed classrooms twice. In the first grade, we were arranged in a two-story house by the school. Our class is in the second classroom on the second floor. There is no electric fan, let alone air conditioner. The fragile glass makes a loud noise when it explodes, which makes people feel insecure. The new teaching building is brand-new and solid, but after leaving the dilapidated old classroom, the students recalled the old classroom: there are corridors on both sides of the old classroom, and the corridors are very spacious. The trees in the old campus are tall and lush, and there is often a breeze blowing from left to right with the fragrance of plants. The classroom of Grade Two is on the second floor of the big teaching building, and there are no curtains. Before school starts, the setting sun will shine through the front door and extend backward from the desktop of the first student in the second group, which is very warm. In the third grade, the classroom in the class moved to the fourth floor of the big teaching building. At first, I was not used to climbing stairs. Every morning, I come into the classroom panting. At this time, the school is building a new teaching building, and the two-story house where I took classes in grade one is useless.
Three years of junior high school life, we spent in three classrooms and stored traces in many places. Those three blackboards, written and erased, erased and written, repeated over and over again, you can't see them, but they remain in the hearts of every student; Open and close six doors, in the opening and closing, print the palm print of each of our students and keep our hearts; Every conversation, every lecture and every laugh that reverberates in the classroom air is engraved in the sea of our lives, helping us to forge ahead, and the waves we stir up beat out the magnificent movement of life.
We leave traces, and traces will inspire us to grow.
The head teacher of junior high school has been very concerned about me for three years. My grades are always ups and downs, unstable, unreliable and rough. Every time I fail, the teacher always helps me find a breakthrough. She told me: "The height of the next rise depends on the amount of effort at the bottom." This gives me motivation, so that I can persist in overcoming every small difficulty and meet the big light at the last moment without impatience. Until the second year of high school, I can still work hard with confidence in myself, which is also inseparable from the encouraging traces left by too many people in my life. Caring for others is a beautiful trace, which will give others the strength to work hard and the belief to advance.
In the colorful kaleidoscope, in the fine film, the trace is a brand that makes us progress in the aftertaste. Every trace is old and brand-new.
Please write a composition on the topic "If I am-". 600 words. Junior high school should not be too good. If I am the headmaster, if I am Feng, if I am a teacher, if I am a bird.
All the above ideas can be chosen according to your own ideas.
I hope I can help you!
Another way of thinking is an essay besides poetry. Dear teacher Lin, please stop!
You see, you sincerely tell us that we study for ourselves every day, but how many people really listen? This exam is also a test of our learning attitude. Just tell me about myself. I am also very careless. I always like to talk in your class, sometimes I care about myself and sometimes I draw pictures, but you always remind me patiently, but I am always ungrateful and "oppose" you again and again. I only got 83 points in this math exam, and that's it. I'm not stupid. I'm not stupid. It can be said that it is easy to get more than 90 points, but why is it only 83 points? The reason is my learning attitude in this unit. You know that we didn't listen carefully in class, so we explained the error-prone questions over and over again, only to find that many people made mistakes in the same questions on the test paper. You must be worried about this, right?
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The color of dreams
When it comes to my dream, I think of many things. I want to be a great writer like Grandpa Mo Yan, a great scientist like Grandpa Yuan Longping and a great hero like Uncle Yang Liwei. ...
Speaking of dreams, my first thought is Grandpa Yuan Longping, the "father of hybrid rice". In that famine era, he dreamed of solving the problem of food and clothing for the whole country forever. At this time, he resolutely chose to live a life of "facing the loess and facing the sky" in the field to help the country overcome the famine and let the people live a good life. Finally, his persistence touched the sky and made the impossible come true-19731kloc-0/0/0. In October, the "three lines" of indica hybrid rice in China were successfully selected. His contribution to the whole country is enormous, and he used it to write the power of dreams for us.
A person, with a dream, has the motivation to move forward.
A person, with a dream, has a compass of life.
A person, with a dream, has a stepping stone to success.
A person's dream is a peak, and we need to put it into practice with our whole life's efforts. Maybe we will never reach it, but dreams and hopes coexist! The realization of dreams requires step by step efforts, always thinking about waiting for rabbits to come and get them. Dreams are dreams after all.
With a dream, the next step is to go forward bravely!
Dreams are always colorful, that is the color of the rainbow, and it is also the unyielding belief that "after the rain, it will clear up"!
Please write a composition on the topic of _ _ _ _ _ (semi-proposition) 1 Walking out of one's own fence is easier to write, and writing one's thoughts and experiences after walking out of the storm. . . .
Walking out of that swamp means meeting the same thing.
I want to contact and think for myself, hoping to help you.
In a blink of an eye, the life in primary school no longer belongs to me, and the time doll took it away, and it is impossible to return to the former campus, classroom and seat.
Stepping into the middle school gate, I already know: I am no longer a primary school student. From today, from now on, everything starts from 0! Junior high school life has honed me bit by bit.
My pebbles are also polished bit by bit. I'm not that smooth pebble anymore.
I have changed and become confident. Everything starts from scratch! This is what my mother told me on the first day of middle school.
Junior high school, like primary school, will run for class committee as soon as the school starts.
When I came to this strange place, no one knew me. Who can know each other's skills? I never dared to imagine running for monitor in primary school. There are too many excellent top-notch people.
I really don't know what to do.
After several psychological struggles, I chose the position of monitor.
On election day, my mother gave me a note: I hit myself first, how can I hit others? I suddenly realized: Yes! Self-confidence is the lubricant of success! Come on! In this way, I confidently stepped onto the podium, and I succeeded! Since then, the light of confidence has helped me to have that negative night again and again.
Smooth pebbles, I have confidence, just like I want to be the target of a sharp axe. This is my first step.
I have changed and become strong. I once again confidently run for the Young Pioneers Brigade Committee. I thought I had done well and got a great blow in my life, but another small cadre in my class turned out to be the deputy head.
At that moment, I almost cried. I have never failed, although I once wrote in my composition that failure is the treasure of success.
However, instead of crying at home, I stopped the sad flood with a strong forest.
Because I have figured it out: tears can't wash away the pain, but only prove that I am not good enough, so I will work hard! Since then, being strong often makes me face failure with a smile.
My smooth pebbles achieved the second step. I have an advantage! The dream is coming true! Then, I just need to work hard to make my dream my life!
Please write a composition on the topic of "Wisdom in Emotion". A wise life is to overcome challenges with more courage and face challenges with less timidity. A wise life is to face opportunities with more confident charm and less giving up; A smart life means that we can experience this process more without fear ... We can enjoy beauty and happiness in wisdom, which is a smart life. In this way, we can enjoy the grandeur of "other mountains are short under the sky". I realized that "since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" Share the artistic conception of "Yang Liuan Canyue". At this time, we no longer seem to pay attention to gains and losses. More importantly, we have a vigorous history of struggle and our lofty aspirations.
Beauty comes from a wise life.
The worrying Sichuan earthquake has brought people the destruction of their homes, the separation of their loved ones and the trauma of their hearts. However, the charm of life also appeared in the ruins. This is a miracle of salvation and a magnificent poem of intelligent life. 104 hours, 109 hours, 140 hours ... Maybe they don't have the material support of life, but wisdom holds up a green umbrella for them. They are struggling with the source of wisdom on the edge of life and death, never giving up, never giving up-the respect for life is too noble. Based on this, they also realized that the value of life lies in experience, experienced the hardships and pains of life-and-death struggle, and experienced how precious life is and how important time is. Perhaps gains and losses are no longer important, and life and death are no longer terrible. Their efforts inspired and shocked people. Maybe some of them have entered heaven happily, but they have a clear conscience about themselves, and they have not wasted their lives. Even if they wander between life and death, they choose to fight death with wisdom. What a happy person and struggler this is!
Please write a composition about where you have been. Where have you been for 500 hours? "The little feet in memory and the fleshy mouth gave him the love of his life, only for the parents." Hearing this, I remembered the love my parents gave me all my life. As soon as the song was over, I fell into a long meditation. I really want to ask: where has all the time gone? Is there anyone smart enough to answer this question? Where has all the time gone? Hearing this song and seeing the photos of Da Mengzi made me feel sincere and frank. Some people say: this song bursts with deep feelings for family members and sad tears. It's not a tragedy to discover that my parents are old one day. Although I will burst into tears when I think about this, it is indeed a reality that we all have to face. I don't know where the time went. Maybe it's hidden in parents' increasingly white hair, in parents' increasingly unable to stand up, in parents' stumbling back, in parents' more and more medicine bottles, in parents' eager eyes for their children to go home ..... Where has the time gone? Childhood playmates, carefree childhood, all the memories seem to be yesterday.
Cherish time and write a composition on the topic "I found that () has changed".
Time, he is a passer-by in people's lives, and often leaves quietly without leaving a trace before we know it. It is often after his death that people gradually realize that there is not much time left for themselves. It is precisely because of this that the ancients lamented: young people do not work hard, and the elderly are sad.
How can we keep this "friend" who comes and goes in a hurry? The power of example is enormous.
Einstein never wasted time even when he was doing housework, but found time to think. Once, he took a walk on the road in Bern with a stroller. With heavy steps, he stopped every ten steps, took out a pencil and paper from his coat pocket, wrote down a few lines of numbers and formulas, looked down at his sleepy son, looked up at the clock in the bell tower, and walked forward again. ...
Facts tell us that time can be controlled as long as we are willing. As Mr. Lu Xun said: Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always something.
Whether you can grasp time often determines the fate of a person's life. Tao Yuanming said: it is difficult to get up in the morning if you don't come back in the prime of life. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. Life is only a few decades, and it is difficult to achieve success and reach the top in such a short time. It is precisely because of this that it is extremely important to cherish time. Behind every successful person, there is often a story that cherishes time.
Mozart, a famous Austrian writer, even considered music creation when he got a haircut. He often can't help but stop his hairstyle and write down his own new music. He said, "whoever studies as hard as I do will be as successful as I am."
Mozart has a point. Maybe if we study as hard as he does, we may not be as successful as he is, and we may not reach the height he can reach. But at least we tried, at least we reached the highest point we could reach. We can stand at the top of life and say to people: I tried my best, and I didn't waste every bit of time left by fate.
Dante said: The more a person knows the value of time, the more he feels the pain of losing time. And there are too many people in the world who don't know the value of time. Maybe nine out of ten people know that an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. But they don't necessarily understand the true meaning of this sentence. Will they be so happy if they know?
No matter how tight the time is, he will always come as long as we are willing.
Cherishing time means cherishing life. Make full use of every minute that fate has given us. Don't be the slave of time, be the master of time. At that time, let this one rush by and stay with you and me forever.
Walking in the disappearance of writing.
When I have to say goodbye to your intoxicating face, my beloved girl, you know how broken my heart is.
"Taihu Lake is 36,000, all in smoke". Dr. Fan, who retired after his success, was in high spirits and rowed 72 peaks with him, lingering in Dongting Mountain. How beautiful it is.
Two thousand years later, when I stopped in front of Deng Weishan in the sunset, I wanted to see the stunning face of this girl who died in the country, but I found that she had gradually drifted away.
The lake is no longer clear, the fragrance is green, and the evening is tired and hazy; Meiying is sparse, I think I'm tired of too many mediocre people's comments; On the lake, there is no longer the laughter and laughter of the fisherman girl who came home late in the past, which is so quiet that it is scary; In the distance, a few homing birds chirped and dragged long and narrow shadows. I wonder if they found dinner for the cubs waiting in the nest. Suddenly I remembered a poem, "Three turns around the tree, no branches follow".
Is Dongting Mountain "blue lake and blue sky, with peaks and shadows floating in water" safe? Will there be too many ordinary people disturbing the peak Xianke? Is the head of Taihu Lake still full of cherry blossoms? Is there too much trivial world of mortals to cover up your feelings of hurting spring?
Not far away is the bustling city, where there are glamorous men and women and charming fans. "Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing * * * flowers to cross the river." Who can appreciate the songs of the sad people on the banks of the five lakes, and who will care about the sound of the beautiful piano two thousand years ago?
So, Taihu Lake, my beauty, you quietly turned around and drifted away in the twilight. On the other hand, colorful men and women are enjoying another game called "Wuxi Water is Expensive".
When I have to say goodbye to your intoxicating face, my beloved girl, do you know how broken my heart is!
Another way to walk
□ Ni is from Ke Qiao Middle School (walked to Peking University)
I remember the words of Li Jing, a master of the Southern Tang Dynasty: "Fragrant fragrance sells green leaves, while the west wind worries about green waves." Yes, in the face of beautiful scenery, human feelings are always happy when they are gained, and sad when they are lost. However, from another perspective, this is a sad word.
The disappearance of life is just another existence of life and another way of life.
Always moved by the philosopher's words: don't be surprised by the gains and losses, look at the flowers in front of the court. Such a calm mind (editor's note: it seems to be "calm") can make him deeply understand the way of reincarnation. Master Zhao Puchu left a sentence before his death: Life is happy, death is calm, flowers are still blooming and water is still flowing. Yes, the lost life is not gone forever, it will always be reborn in some causal form. Therefore, in the face of the bleak west wind and the withering of many fragrant flowers, we might as well think that next year, it will still be a group of fragrant flowers vying for spring, with the same flowers and the same singing and dancing. In the face of an autumn pond where "the lotus leaves wither and only cover the sky", why not think about the freshness of spring and the prosperity of the summer rhyme of "the lotus leaves are infinite and the lotus leaves are different colors"?
The end of one cycle is the beginning of another. In this way, life holds an eternal feast in a fleeting way.
In this grand feast, the disappearance of individual life makes the life of the group go into eternity. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Gong Ding 'an's poems not only show the deep affection of falling flowers, but also show the preciousness of life. Flowers are similar year by year, so that they will wither year by year. This year's flowers are walking enthusiastically in the fading. It exists in the form of genes, soil and nutrients ... to ensure that the flowers in the coming year are as beautiful and robust as it, even more beautiful and robust than it. In this way, the chain of life of flowers is interlocking and will never break. And imagine that if there is a kind of life, its individual will not disappear, and this life group will flourish?
In this grand feast, the disappearance of an individual life makes another life great. This is particularly evident in human life. Of course, some stars are shining in the starry sky of human history and reality. They are either political giants, literary giants or masters of science ... but there must be countless physical life, artistic life and scientific life to lay the foundation for them ... The ancients said that "once you succeed, a thousand bones will dry up" (editor's note: it should be "once you succeed, a thousand bones will dry up"). How many successful generals shed bitter tears in the face of radiant generals.
Therefore, in the face of lost life, you can be sad and indifferent, but don't forget to kneel down and hold a tear!
Walk in decline
□ Liza from Zhuji Middle School (walking to Nankai University)
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing. People go forward, chasing the wind. Memories are like the wind. When you stop and go, you may playfully camp on a sunny grassland, bathing your heart in warmth and tenderness, or you may stay in a valley full of haze, leaving only tears on your face. However, this stop-and-go memory does not seem to be tempted by the scenery along the way. They spend most of their time walking. Someone once said, "Forgetting is an instinct of self-protection." It makes sense to savor it carefully. Everything is disappearing, sad, happy, important and unimportant.
Can you watch it again, lost hero? Surrounded by songs and sounds, the tears of beauty are rippling in front of my eyes. The overlord who summoned and responded once lost his ambition and domineering in the face of this tragic situation under siege. Killing Wujiang became the final outcome, and the dominance of nearly a hundred years vanished in an instant.
Can you see it again, lost rose? I had the biggest wedding in the century, walked into the marriage hall in the eyes of the whole world, envied other people's lovers, and was as beautiful as a fairy-tale prince and princess. However, this almost perfect marriage ended awkwardly in a few years. What is even more unexpected is that the protagonist of the story also died in a car accident, and the most beautiful rose in the English garden also died.
Can you listen to the lost swan song again? "Peach-pink and willow-green, flowers and grass, maple leaves and reeds, wrapped in silver, the four seasons curl in your fingers." The lingering sound of the piano made the two fallen people in the world achieve a perfect ideological unity, and a pipa line made Sima Xiangru's shirt wet. However, thousands of years later, through the thin pages, we may only use imagination to construct this artistic conception and weave this beautiful melody.
It seems that everything is so easily lost and forgotten. What is left in the troubled world that can be firmly in your own hands? A firm voice answered: love! Yes, only love can travel through time and space, and the incarnation is instantaneous and eternal.
We will never forget our love for literature, walking on the Gobi Desert, holding camels and shaking camel bells. We will never forget the lonely figure who had no choice but to go to the temple. What we can't let go is the eternal feelings of the Red Chamber. We will never forget the soul that jumped into the Guluo River and how much responsibility it assumed for the country.
Love is on the left, love is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds everywhere and blooming at any time, so that this thorny road is full of business, so that those of us who wear flowers and brush the moon will not feel stinging, tears can be waved away, and we are sad!
Walking in the fading, love walks with you!
Walk in decline