Life is a book, and days are like pages. Every chapter of "Days" will be dominated by you. Going against the sky is the preface to a dream; Reversing the past is the order of dreams.
If you sprinkle a touch of fragrance in the flowery season, your yearning will blend into the mellow fragrance of the past and make your altar wine. Looking for a hue on a colorful day, you get colorful answers: red * * *, sweet orange, pure green, cool cyan, melancholy blue and dreamy color.
And the purity of white. I always want to find a point in a quiet day, but I am afraid to break this quiet beauty.
Like the silence of winter snow, the bleak autumn leaves, the cool wind in the shade of trees in summer, and the hope in the green fields in spring. Enrichment and happiness, happiness and eternity are the most ordinary things.
In the confused days, I always want to find a direction, but I don't know where to go. I think I lost a child. It's a long way. Where should I go, even if I know, how should I go? The days of growing up are mixed.
There are always endless stories and secrets. That diary with a lock may explain the mystery of growth. The years of growing up are always lively and noisy, and the madness of peers; Growing up is always lonely, crying quietly on lonely nights! Walking through the traces of years, you will always look down at the people on the road and think of that sentence: "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain."
At the same time, you will remember the happiness and sweetness at the beginning. When the days pass like clouds, you will always have endless feelings and stories. Perhaps, this is the day.
Be a "walker". If I can, I would like to be a "walker". On quiet nights, I like to sit alone.
I like to set up the erhu and slowly pull the bow. The smell of wood fills the nose.
Some rusty ones are still tight, and the two strings overlap, so I can rub them lightly and slide them again. I don't mind if rosin falls on my pants. Aside from the material around me, in the melodious music, I seem to have come to another paradise.
I am deeply infatuated with erhu. But suddenly one day, I found that not everyone has high respect for erhu.
I stood in the classroom and talked happily about my wish to be an erhu player when I grow up. Everyone watched me dance with interest, but there was ridicule in their eyes.
They cheered for the piano player's heroic performance. When they saw the beggars sitting on the street playing erhu occasionally, they turned to me, and there was an unclear color in their eyes, which made my heart ache. Looking at the old beggar in the street and listening to his intermittent hoarse erhu sound, I was speechless.
The students gradually walked away, but I stopped in the corner and remained in a daze. I still like to be deeply immersed in my own world, with only erhu silently accompanying me.
In the dark, I am a lonely singer, singing old songs that others don't like to hear. Then, finally one night, I decided to let this melodious resound through the sky.
I began to attend art festivals frequently, and at class parties, I also shuttled back and forth with my erhu on my back. When I picked up the erhu, I was there.
I sigh like an old man in the moonlight, like knocking on a crutch. I don't ask listeners to shed tears, but I ask them to listen to my inner voice, listen to my attachment to the erhu and wake up their sleeping hearts. I tried my best to tear up the last A?vagho?a in the horse race. I don't want to make everyone excited, but I want them to feel my inner anger-why are you laughing at the erhu and yelling at the piano? When the music is over, I will stand up quietly and bow to them.
I thank them for being dumbfounded, because I know that they have understood what I want to say: behind the erhu is the wisdom and culture of China, which is gorgeous, simple, magnificent and amorous feelings, and can be played with two strings. We can't forget that it was our voice, the cry from China.
Be a "walker", convey your wishes with your own actions, and be willing to wake up everyone's sleeping hearts. Action, though insignificant, has opened a beautiful flower for the road of cultural inheritance.
Me, proud! If I can, I want to be a "walker" and travel around the world with my erhu. Commenting on erhu makes me happy, but the "rustic" erhu is not as good as the "foreign" piano, and even encounters subtle ridicule.
It was this kind of teasing that awakened my action, picked up the erhu and let others hear my heart and China's cry. In this article, the author made a subtle expression of the great righteousness, and pursued it in action, skillfully interweaving personal feelings with national feelings.
The article emphasizes the refinement of words, such as "stop", like a stranded ship, feel dejected; In the end, piety and piety are among them. There are also long and rhythmic sentences.
As a "walker", I once read a story, which made me have mixed feelings after reading it. An old farmer had a very clever son. He was very complacent and always praised his talent.
One night at dinner, my son was talking about his "heroic legend". The old farmer stood up and shouted to his son, "Hands up!" " The son didn't understand but did it. The old farmer said with tears in his eyes, "son, dad has no future in this life, so I'm counting on you." But remember, your hands are higher than your head. Everything is not about talking or thinking, but doing it. " This story reminds me of an idiom "easier said than done".
In this fast-changing high-tech "flying" world, action seems to be slipping away from us step by step. We have long been used to many cold machines doing everything for us. We just want to make life more comfortable.
Also, when we walk on clean streets, no one will bend down to pick up scraps of paper, but coldly say, "Never mind, the sanitation workers will sweep." When we see that those who spare no effort to help us are in trouble, we will only shout: "Come on, you can do it!" " "That.
2.600 words middle school composition grows in frustration.
"The sunshine is always after the storm, and the sky is clear on the dark clouds ..." A person's life cannot be smooth sailing. Failure and frustration are inevitable. Although setbacks will make us suffer for a while, they will also become valuable wealth in life.
Therefore, I always like to hum this song and stroll in the street.
Setbacks and failures can be really painful, such as failing an exam. It may make you unhappy for a short time, but it will bring you long-term persistence and hard work.
In the years to come, what you can remember is not necessarily the glory of the moment of success, but the sadness of failure and a series of efforts after failure.
No matter how happy you are, setbacks are also a process. The process without setbacks is boring, and victory will be a basin of clear water. When you think of setbacks, success is full of energy and always exciting. The success of failure is rich and perfect, and when you think of it, you are elated; Failure and success are eternal spiritual wealth, which will benefit you for life.
Frustration will make people grow up and mature gradually. In frustration, you will see all kinds of things in the world. Disappointment is not only joy and happiness, but also human nature.
Suffering setbacks will make people strong and gradually learn to be human. In setbacks, you will know how to face yourself. Not only advantages and disadvantages, but also disadvantages will help people grow.
Suffering setbacks will enrich people and gradually learn to look at people. In setbacks, you will understand human nature. Not only naive, but also ulterior motives will become human nature.
In short, setbacks and failures are also a kind of happiness, and setbacks will also radiate unique brilliance in the journey of life.
The sparrow outside the window stopped calling and flew away from the tree, leaving me alone in front of the window, because my fate may change with the passage of time, and a thousand words can't express my mood at the moment.
I sat by the window and opened a book at random. Suddenly, a long-cherished yellow leaf fell from the book, and my mood was shocked: even the long-cherished leaf fell to the ground. Does this mean that I will also fail in my three-year study? Regardless of the willy-nilly, I still leaned against the window, listening to beautiful music, waiting for the arrival of the admission notice. One minute, two minutes ... an hour has passed, and the notice has not been delivered. I began to give up waiting because I knew that three years of junior high school were wasted. Just when I was disheartened, the door was knocked and my mood began to change from loss to joy. I knew it was my notice, so I rushed to the door to open it. It is indeed a notice, but it is not the high school admission notice I expected, and my heart is getting cold again. I know, high school may pass me by.
Four days passed quickly. For me, four days is as long as four years. My waiting, my distant expectation was finally shattered, and I cried sadly, because I didn't get into high school, and I failed to live up to everyone's expectations of me. I know better that if I want to go to high school, I can, but I have to pay a high fee. I don't want my parents' hard work to be wasted again. I give up and say "bye bye" to "high school" forever! I began to withdraw my mind and find another way out. I didn't want to go to school again, but I thought: If I don't go to school, my parents have been worried for 16 years, and I will break their hearts. Finally, at the suggestion of a friend, I am going to attend a "3+2" junior college, but I don't know which school to apply to. I have to go to the talent exchange market and choose one that suits me. When I was dazzled by so many enrollment brochures, my father chose Xinxiang kindergarten teacher and said that "girls should be able to dance and sing", but I didn't think so. I only like listening to a few pop songs and writing a few poems in my spare time, but I never thought about being a kindergarten teacher. But even if I have a thousand and ten thousand people who don't want to, I can't go against my parents' wishes, because I let them down. They have raised me for so many years, and I should listen to them. In this way, I chose a school that I was not familiar with at all.
I feel lonely after entering school. I will live in a strange place for three or even five years. I can't imagine what it will be like in the future. Away from my parents and hometown, I am like a broken string. Everything in front of us is dim and unpredictable. I began to feel scared and cried under the covers every night. But I can't let others see it. I must be strong in front of my classmates and teachers. I can't let them know my weak side. No matter how hard and tired military training is, I will hold back leg press's pain in dance class. No one knows how many tears are left behind this strength. At school, I made a lot of friends I can rely on and talk to. They are so nice that I dare not compare with them, because I only cry secretly. I don't know where to start. I'm busy every day and I can only live one day less.
Gradually, the life in the normal school made me feel the warmth of the collective, and the people here made me feel happy. Even when I am sad and lonely, I will bravely face my classmates and teachers. I'm afraid to call home because I'm afraid I'll cry out all the pain. I don't want my parents to worry. I should bear all the happiness and pain alone, and I think my parents hope so. As the saying goes: "Depend on your parents at home and your friends when you go out." A person's life is only a few decades. Although I haven't been with my classmates for a long time, it only accounts for a small part of my life journey, but it is enough to illuminate the darkness in front of me and dispel the fog in front of me.
It's only been a month since I entered school, but it's been a century. Who will help me stop fighting alone? They are classmates and friends. They are my spiritual pillar after entering school. It is fate that brings us together in a warm family, and it is fate that makes our life so wonderful and happy!
Love is the sweetest sound in the world. Let's open our hearts and let the voice of love spread to every corner of the world!
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4. The 600-word composition in middle school grows in frustration
"The sunshine is always after the storm, and the sky is clear on the dark clouds ..." A person's life cannot be smooth sailing. Failure and frustration are inevitable. Although setbacks will make us suffer for a while, they will also become valuable wealth in life.
Therefore, I always like to hum this song and stroll in the street.
Setbacks and failures can be really painful, such as failing an exam. It may make you unhappy for a short time, but it will bring you long-term persistence and hard work.
In the years to come, what you can remember is not necessarily the glory of the moment of success, but the sadness of failure and a series of efforts after failure.
No matter how happy you are, setbacks are also a process. The process without setbacks is boring, and victory will be a basin of clear water. When you think of setbacks, success is full of energy and always exciting. The success of failure is rich and perfect, and when you think of it, you are elated; Failure and success are eternal spiritual wealth, which will benefit you for life.
Frustration will make people grow up and mature gradually. In frustration, you will see all kinds of things in the world. Disappointment is not only joy and happiness, but also human nature.
Suffering setbacks will make people strong and gradually learn to be human. In setbacks, you will know how to face yourself. Not only advantages and disadvantages, but also disadvantages will help people grow.
Suffering setbacks will enrich people and gradually learn to look at people. In setbacks, you will understand human nature. Not only naive, but also ulterior motives will become human nature.
In short, setbacks and failures are also a kind of happiness, and setbacks will also radiate unique brilliance in the journey of life.
I learned a life skill in the original composition of senior high school. My parents assigned me a study task, that is, I should hurry up and review the lessons I have learned during the holidays. At noon that day, my mother came home from work and cooked in a hurry. She prepared several dishes, including meat and vegetables, to strengthen my nutrition. I'm sitting in my room, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping, feeling a little hectic than usual. Yes! During this time, my mother is very busy at work. She often puts down her chopsticks after dinner and goes to work. In order to give me more meals, I am naturally busier than usual "Oh dear!" Suddenly, mother's crying came from the kitchen. I quickly put down my book and ran to the kitchen. I saw my mother's right hand just holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood gushed out between her fingers. I panicked, so I went back to my house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mother simply washed the wound with water, put on a band-aid and continued to be busy. When eating, my mother is as busy as usual. Put down the chopsticks, told me, picked up the handbag and hurried to work. At home, I am alone. I stared at the food on the table and suddenly felt that I couldn't eat any more. The scene of my mother's finger bleeding just now came to my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart is beating in a panic, my eyes are blurred and tears keep flowing ... I cleared the table and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were still red, just looking at myself. Suddenly, a heartfelt voice seems to ring in my ear: you are a junior high school student, you should learn to do housework! You are at home on holiday now, helping your mother cook! Let mom eat slowly at noon, so don't be so nervous. Suddenly, I seem to have grown up suddenly. I quickly sat at my desk and carefully wrote the homework of the day, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn cooking skills and cook for my parents! I came to the kitchen and began to wash vegetables and stew rice. My mind is searching for the way my mother usually cooks and imitating it. I want to recite the formula and do the same: cut the meat evenly; Shredding potatoes, and shredding; Don't forget to put sugar in the fried tomatoes; You should master the amount of water in rice. Time is pressing, and my mother will be home at 5: 30 after work. Finally, the meal was served on the table before mom got off work. With the sound of opening the door, mother went home. She smelled the food and came over in surprise. She looked at me strangely as if she understood everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag or even wash her hands. She went straight to the table, picked up chopsticks and tasted them one by one: this dish is delicious, but low in calories; This is delicious, but there is no salt. This ... I saw a contented smile on my mother's face. My mother turned to me and said, tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it. From this day on, I slowly learned the life skill of cooking.
6. The bell rang for the 600-word composition "Ding ……" for the senior high school entrance examination. I looked up at the wall at random, and it said "Countdown to the senior high school entrance examination? God's brand. 72 days, is this the distance between me and the senior high school entrance examination? I dare not think any more, it's too close.
Then from the moment I was born, there was an invisible line between me and the senior high school entrance examination. Time goes by little by little, and the lines are getting shorter and shorter. It was not until the fourth year of high school that the sign of countdown to the senior high school entrance examination was hung on the wall, only to find that the casual topic with my father and classmates had become so heavy and close. I'm really not far from you.
In fact, in my heart, the distance between me and the senior high school entrance examination is much closer than the actual one. I feel the pressure from teachers and parents every day. Really, whether psychologically or physically, I don't want to face the senior high school entrance examination. But the teacher said that the senior high school entrance examination is the only way in life, and it is also an important step for us to mature and succeed. People who avoid under pressure will naturally be eliminated. I understand all these reasons, but I still can't help asking, the distance between me and the senior high school entrance examination has not brought me laughter and relaxation except trouble and pressure.
However, everyone is working hard. Now, even if there are more ideas and dissatisfaction, we must stick to it, because no matter how I complain, the senior high school entrance examination is coming to me step by step. Therefore, I cannot indulge myself. Only by appointment!
What I see every day is not only the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination, but all the books are marked with the word "senior high school entrance examination". Teachers often remind us that people who are about to take the senior high school entrance examination even write with gel pens. Now, I think the senior high school entrance examination is just a form. The real senior high school entrance examination is around us, even sucked into our bone marrow, and has long been integrated with us.
It's just that school has finished early recently, which has given us a lot of opportunities to sleep. I think the Education Bureau has also noticed the pressure brought by the senior high school entrance examination to students, so I believe that the pressure brought by the future senior high school entrance examination and even the next senior high school entrance examination should not be so great.
72 days, 7 1 day ... time goes by day, but in any case, I just hope that I will continue to work hard and come on! The distance between me and the senior high school entrance examination is getting closer and closer. I must face it, but I also hope that the future senior high school entrance examination will give students more relaxation and courage to face it positively.
7. It's nice to have family ties in 600 words of high school composition.
Affection is a clear sky that clouds cannot cover! Affection is the most beautiful part of human emotions, and maternal love is the greatest love in affection. It is like a cup of pure water, colorless and tasteless but sweet and delicious. It is like a sweet cane, sweet as honey but sweet but not greasy; It is like an ever-burning lamp, with weak light but eternal light. Affection is an indelible mark in the deepest part of human mind, and it is the sublimation of the purest, most sincere and warmest feelings of human beings.
Another Sunday night, my mother took me to the supermarket to buy breakfast. There are not many people here. The salesman selling roast chicken is still shouting, the milk promoter is still enthusiastically attracting guests, and beautiful songs are still playing on the loudspeaker. I was in a good mood at that time, just thinking about delicious food.
We unconsciously walked to the yogurt rack. I looked up and there were many flavors. I subconsciously chose apple flavor directly. At this moment, my mother seems to remember something. "Please choose your favorite breakfast first, and then go home directly. I'm going to buy some fruit. " My mother told me, "Here's the money. Don't lose it. " Then he grabbed a barley bread and went to the cashier. I agreed, but I was absent-minded, and I carefully selected my favorite breakfast. After selecting, I saw a big bag, all of which I like to eat: cheese bread, ham cake, cheese slices, yogurt, egg tarts … everything. I looked at packages of delicious food, and a beautiful smile crossed my mouth, making me feel comfortable. Outside the window, the setting sun sets a beautiful layer of Phnom Penh on the white clouds, and the fiery red light shines on the earth, giving off the warmest and most dazzling light before the darkness comes.
At this moment, the telephone rang. "hello?" There was a lot of noise on the phone. "Honey, what apples do you like?" Fuji? "Mother's urgent voice came from the phone." Yes "I replied. Then, I heard my mother say over there, "Boss, how much is this apple of yours?" I immediately understood, "Mom, are you at the farmer's market?" ""Yes, look at my brain. I just remembered that the other day you said you wanted an apple, and there was only one left at home. I'll buy some. You can take them with you in math class for a while. By the way, when you go home, see if it is on your desk or on the balcony ... "After that, my mother's voice on the phone seems to become a rustling background sound. It turns out that my mother left in a hurry just to let me eat apples in math class for a while. I was shocked by a casual remark I made the other day. I remembered the scene of that day.
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When I came back from school that day, it was cloudy and the wind filled the air with dust. The leaves on the trees are even drier and thinner. Yesterday, the river that stirred up ripples from time to time seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice overnight, which made me shiver. As soon as I stepped into the house, I smelled a strange fragrance, very light, but very warm. The lights in the room emit orange light, which is not dazzling, but very bright. The whole hut is warm and comfortable, as if the inside and outside are completely different worlds. "It smells good! Mom, what are you doing? " I asked at once. "Not a meal, it is freshly squeezed apple juice. Come, you try ... "
From then on, I fell in love with apple deeply, loving its fragrance, sour and sweet, and youthful and ruddy. That day I said enviously, "Mom, apples are delicious."
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There are tempting foods on the shelves next to the people rushing to buy things ... but I don't know what to say. The sunset is only the last ray of golden light, but it is so strong that people can't open their eyes.
Like an angel, light shines on the dark corners of the earth and brings warmth to the lonely heart of the world. She filled all the gaps and filled the whole air. She is everywhere, although not noticeable, but at all times, she gives all the care selflessly, comforting her children like a mother, so that they can thrive under their wings. It is her meticulous love that has sent endless energy to life.
When I got home, there was the last apple on the table. It is packed in a fresh-keeping bag with water drops on it, and its skin is green and reddish, giving off a pleasant fragrance. I sniffed and my heart moved. As night falls, the stars outside the window are blinking here, and the moon shines bright light into this warm hut. They are also very quiet, and they don't seem to want to break this warmth and tranquility. Actually, I haven't done anything for my mother, but she always pays attention to me in subtle places. This is maternal love-the greatest affection of mankind. It is like air, which is always around us and is easily overlooked, but without it, it will suffocate. Let me deeply feel: it's good to have family ties!
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Ten years later, one day in winter, after school, I saw the students of the track and field team practicing running. After running for two laps, they were sweating like a pig in a steamer. They immediately took off their shirts and had a rest. After more than ten minutes, they were frozen like popsicles. They put on their clothes at once and went on practicing. At this time, I thought, I want to be a fashion designer in ten years ... Ten years later, I became a fashion designer, and I designed a beautiful, sporty, convenient dress with suitable temperature all year round. The appearance of clothes is very similar to sportswear, but it is also very simple; But the clothes are exquisite inside! There are buttons in seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Let me introduce the purpose of each button. The red button is a button to change the color of clothes. When you press this button, it can change the color you want and make you feel comfortable and relaxed. Orange is the deformation button. It can be changed into various shapes. If you forget to bring a quilt when you go camping, press the deformation button, it will become a quilt, so that everyone can spend a sweet dream comfortably and warmly. Yellow is a warm button. It can be warmer when it's cold. You don't need to add sweaters, thicken windbreakers and dress chubby. Green is a refreshing button. You can press this button when you are sweating during exercise, so it will be cooler and you won't catch a cold. Cyan is the clean button. If you slip on a rainy day, your clothes will be dirty. Press the Wash button, and it will immediately remove the stains on your body. Your clothes will be as clean as new! Next is the blue button, which is a prop that can put out the fire. If there is a fire on your body, press it, and the fire on your body will go out immediately, and the fire in the fire will gradually disappear. This is a great portable fire extinguisher! Finally, the purple waterproof button. If you accidentally fall into the water, press it, and it will create an "invisible waterproof ring" to cover you inside and breathe! It will also row to a safe place and let you go back to land. You may ask, what's the name of this dress? Haha, if you still can't guess, let me tell you! This kind of beautiful and multifunctional clothes is called "colorful universal clothes". If people have this dress, I believe their lives will become more colorful! I returned to reality and made up my mind to study hard and realize my dream!
9. Write a high school composition about habits. Preferably 800 words or at least 600 words. Habit is a clockwise clock, which takes me through the long river of life every minute. Habit is unhurried quicksand, which flows one by one, not the past; Habit is a girl who walks to the sun. There is always shining hope in front of her, but behind it is sadness that she doesn't want to look back. Because of habit, the girl walked all the way to the place where the sun rose, and the traces behind her, with the wind, with the rain, with the lightning, evaporated a little. Because of his habit, he once ate black ink as sauce, but he didn't notice his bitterness. He just keeps his cultural taste in mind. Even though he is deaf, he still insists on composing music and practicing piano in the middle of the night. He couldn't hear, but he insisted on not showing his unfinished work. His symphony is still dancing, which is the strongest movement in the world. Because of his habit, he always stays alone in the desert of Ditan, not sad or happy, and misses life. He just wants to hear his mother's footsteps again and call him home for dinner. His mother left. But he still loves it and works hard. I often sit by the window and look at the sky carefully. Whether it is sunny or rainy, I insist. I remember my friends' doubts about me, but I can't give up after all. When there are planetesimals, they are my eyes. Through it, I try to look at everything I want, including my father and childhood. When there are no planetesimals, I face the sky, because I know that behind the night is the story I want. My heart lamp was once lit, and my habit continues. Because of habit, I often stay in bed, not because of inertia, but waiting for a phone call-Dan, get up! That's my mother's knock on the door, which has been growing with me. I have injected this voice into my heart. Without it, my heart will be empty. Habit is a kind of permanence, a kind of persistence, and a belief that I will not give up. Habit is a lamp, a person, a story of growing up in the dark. Habit is a tear, which flashes by and nourishes the future. We may have lost something because of our habits. Will be the purest beauty of careful management. Habit is a girl who walks alone in the sun. The girl is very attentive to the sun, smiling, smiling. As for what is behind the girl, it may be disappearing, but it is the past after all. Because of habit, life will continue, and the past and the past will continue.