1. Are there any composition books suitable for excerpts?
1. If the blackboard is the vast sea, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea.
The moment *** sounded, you used the faculty whip as an oar to paddle the textbooks moored in the port like a ship. On the desk, the problems are piled up like a reef. Your gestures are as vivid as a flying bird, waving a graceful arc on the podium - the ship passes... Not a single cloud floats in the sky, just like your bright heart , a lofty one.
2. Hope comes from disappointment, and uplift comes from worry. As a poet said: Those who feel hungry must digest well, those who feel urgency must be efficient, and those who feel crisis must have good digestion. Progress quickly. 3. Don’t wander under the trees, don’t meditate in the rain, don’t cry in the dark.
Look forward, don’t look back. As long as you have the courage to face it and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking forward, there is still a bright sky, which will not make people feel hesitant.
4. The soft sunshine hangs slanting on the everlasting branches and leaves of green pines and cypresses, looking so quiet and solemn. The green lawn and white cement are peaceful, and the footsteps rise and fall so lightly. Everyone's But my heart was filled with excitement and thoughts. 5. The ocean of life is not like the rippling blue waves of West Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes with splashing waves, and sometimes with huge waves soaring into the sky... People tend to become stronger after enduring the test of strong winds and waves. .
6. When you are in the spring scenery with warm breeze blowing on your face, birds singing and flowers fragrant, green mountains and green waters, and fertile fields, you will definitely be intoxicated; , you will definitely be overjoyed during the fruitful golden autumn season. Have you ever thought that the lush spring scenery is the heroic appearance after being baptized by the severe cold, and the beautiful scenery of the golden autumn is the crystallization of the smelting heat.
………… 7. If you want to harvest fruits in the golden autumn, then in the cold early spring, you should roll up your trouser legs and work tirelessly to open up fields, sow seeds, and cultivate until the day of harvest. . 8. Life is like a path winding in the mountains, bumpy and bumpy, with ditches and cliffs on the sides.
I fell down. If you want to cry, just cry. What are you afraid of? Don’t worry about pretending! This is straightforwardness, not weakness, because crying does not affect the journey, but can actually increase caution. The mountain flowers are blooming and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, just laugh if you want, but don’t pretend to be reserved! This is straightforwardness, not pride, because smiling once does not affect the journey, but can actually increase confidence.
9. Love is a piece of sunshine in winter, which makes people who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world; love is a clear spring in the desert, which allows people who are on the verge of despair to see the hope of life again; love is It is a sweet rain sprinkled on the long-drought land, which brings immediate spiritual comfort to the lonely and helpless people. 10. The days are always like fine yarn passing through the fingertips, slipping quietly inadvertently.
The sorrows and misused injuries of the past have gently passed away under the wash of the passing years, while the joy and smiles left behind remain fresh in the depths of memory. 11. The melancholy mood evaporated.
12. Fading memories. 13. Gunsmoke is burning in the peaceful home again.
14. Some memories are burned, and some memories are buried deep in the heart. The age of innocence flows through the golden age like running water. 15. I want to melt into the pink peach petals and wipe away the worries in your heart all day long.
16. I completely understand my parents’ minds. 17. Maternal love is a masterpiece that I will never be able to finish reading; maternal love is a sky that I will never be able to fly out of.
18. When the withered autumn leaves swayed in the wind, late autumn stood outside the school. Under the moonlight, my father’s shadow stretched very long. The huge windbreaker wrapped the skinny father in it, and I felt sad in my heart. . 19. The true love in the world is like a big net, which always warms people's hearts. Just like a mother's love, it never ends.
20. Time is a poem, a poem containing rich philosophy. Time is like a camel, carrying the dreams of countless people. 21. The fate of a boat is to drift; the fate of a sail is to chase the wind and waves; the fate of life is to grasp it. Only by grasping and believing in life can you stay young and innocent.
22. The past is like a song. In the journey of life, despite the ups and downs and regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let us remember that sentence: I will not cry if I miss the sun, otherwise, I will miss the moon and stars.
23. If you fail in life, please do not write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a kind of gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business.
24. I once thought that a helpless cry was all the vicissitudes of the world; a small setback was all the failures in life. It was the age of fourteen that told me... 25. The moonlight is quiet.
The patter of raindrops hit the hut. Under the dim light, my mother was sewing the clothes of the wanderer tightly. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind squeezed through the window of the hut. My mother seemed to catch a cold, with a thick feeling. He coughed a few times out of fatigue.
I woke up from my dream and stared blankly at my elderly mother under the lamp... 26. At night, the spring breeze blew softly.
I held my chin and sat on the colorful steps, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind. 27. Family love is a strong umbrella that protects you from the wind and rain; family love is a thick cotton coat that protects you from the severe cold; family love is a soft bed that makes you forget your fatigue when you are tired; family love is a A dry towel wipes away the tears in your heart when you cry; family love is a cup of sweet iced black tea when you smile, making you sweet from your mouth to your heart... 28. I have a little sister at home, who is only seven years old.
Not quiet enough, but more than naughty. The joy of playing with my little sister is self-evident. The childish behavior of my little sister often revives my childhood memories: I always hope to eat more snacks, always hope that the teacher will assign less homework, and always hope that the teacher will give me less homework. I pray that I can play more... I remember when I was in first grade, I always envied my neighbor's big sister. She knew so much and could do everything. Now I have become the little sister's big sister. When I am a little sister, I use that kind of When the envious eyes I once had looked at me, I knew that I had really grown up.
29. Walking with dad often yields a lot. Gain knowledge, gain life, and gain happiness.
When I take a walk with my dad, there are always many topics to talk about. Study, work, and life. When my dad and I are walking, we often debate a certain topic for a long time, and talk about it a lot. There is no quarrel. There is only debate. Walk all the way, debate all the way. After the debate, I seem to have grown up a lot. Walking with my father always brings me a lot of happiness. .. 2. Are there any magazines or books with many good words and sentences suitable for high school students to copy, which can improve their writing skills?
Put on your schoolbag and snacks, and happily come to the Silk Road Museum.
Silk Museum, Silk Museum, tie-dyeing is so fun, we laugh like apples. Silk Museum, Silk Museum, there are so many varieties! When I was a child, I only ate sweet potatoes, but never dug them. I got addicted to digging them once.
Lou Jiayi and I were in a group, and the only tool we had for digging sweet potatoes was a bamboo stick. The teacher took us to a sweet potato field and told us that where there are many stems, there must be many sweet potatoes.
With strong curiosity, Lou Jiayi and I found a "feng shui treasure land" and started working immediately. At first, I was like a blind cat who encountered a dead mouse. I was lucky and dug one in three or two. Later, my luck was not so good. I dug for a long time, but the sweet potato seemed to be playing hide and seek with us. Ken showed up.
Looking at Yan Kuan and Yu Lisheng, the sweet potatoes they dug have piled up into a hill. This made me so anxious. I was like a headless fly, digging here and there, but I couldn't find anything.
I even doubt whether the teacher's words are true. After all, Lou Jiayi was still experienced. She calmed down, thought about it, and said to me: "The reason we didn't dig the sweet potatoes may be that we didn't dig deep enough. You see there are so many stems here, we will definitely be able to dig a lot of sweet potatoes."
After listening to what she said, I thought it made sense, so I accepted her opinion and started digging deeper... Through the tacit cooperation of the two of us, we were able to achieve different results. 3. Are there any books with beautiful sentences and good vocabulary? Prose is best, suitable for the composition of the third grade of junior high school.
I recommend the essay "After the Rain" by the writer Peng Yilin, which describes the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. I hope it will be helpful to you.
After the Rain
Peng Yilin
In front of the rain are dark clouds, and behind the rain are eyes.
After the rain, the mountains, rivers, trees and light in my eyes are very full and clear.
It’s like the eyes of an angel, or my eyes and heart become like an angel. .
But when I looked up upstairs, the dark clouds in the distance were rolling and gathering above my head.
It seemed that I could touch them if I just stretched out my hand.
Thinking of the small towns in the south, whether it had just stopped raining at this time. Now that I am trapped in an office building, what I feel most deeply is still the cuteness of the small town.
The mountains, water, lakes, waterfalls, bridges, and boats are all touching. Even the beggar under the bridge seems to be the low-key Abing.
In the early morning, there are aunties singing laundry songs by the lake, and at night, there are smeared old theater fans having sex in the pavilion.
It’s all about the grievances and resentments of the past few centuries. There is no meandering plot, and I can only listen to the gongs, drums and erhu. At this time, I am gray-haired and full of tears.
I am standing in the small town, and the small town is standing in the scroll.
It is both simple and market-oriented.
The fruit it gave me was bitter, like a stepmother, and wanted to drive me out.
I have said goodbye many times, but no matter where I go, life is always in a mess. We should not blame fate, but the inability to adapt to the environment.
If I still miss the small town in the south, I can only bear it with my longing.
The peace of the past has been replaced by the turmoil of today. The turmoil often brings people not ease but suffering.
The joy of traveling is always on the road, after departure and before arrival.
And behind the dark clouds, in front of the eyes, is the pouring rain. So, I stayed in the rain.
Kerouac said that being on the road is a disease, so there must be a cure for being in the rain.
In my memory, getting wet in the rain became a habit. I wouldn’t go home until my lips turned purple and I was shivering.
Before I got home, the sky was sunny. Find a stone or a bench to sit down on, soak in the sunshine and feel as slippery as a fish.
Of course, that was a very long time ago.
If you don’t advance, you will retreat. This is true for many things.
Family affection is the same as love. When the distance is far, the emotion will fade. Even if infatuation is replaced by deep love, the relationship between two people will not be the same. Every now and then, one person will let go, and the cycle starts over and over again.
Therefore, the last words of our predecessors are that time and space are the executioners of love.
Throughout our lives, we are constantly picking up and throwing away people.
Those once warm faces, clear eyes, and delicate hands.
One day, everyone quietly hid in the forest of this world.
In fact, you should be grateful to be alive.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world. Since we can know each other and meet again, why do we have to be fish in the same boat?
Through the water vapor of memories, we wet each other, moisten each other, and finally forget each other. Yu Jianghu.
Time is short, and it will definitely leave some clues to future generations and become physical evidence of the love at that time.
A wooden comb, a bracelet, or a chess piece engraved with special symbols,
When you are old, you pack up the books and find it sleeping peacefully. Bottom of book.
In fact, this is a frequently occurring problem and cannot be avoided.
The beautiful lady is gone, but the poems written for her are still there. There are more poems in the future, just destroyed in silence.
There are fewer and fewer people who know them well. Even in this Internet age, those words that once piled up like mountains will turn into dust.
It’s better to clean up all the words after this rain, but the dark clouds above my head seem to imply that those youthful pains will set off on time in the next heavy rain.