Among the vast literature works, the most classic is poetry, which is the crystallization of the essence of China culture and an eternal star in the long river of literature works. Just like a simple and luxurious blue-and-white porcelain, this indigo is condensed with short words, and it is a quaint style that crosses the long river of time. Poetry is beautiful music, with singing voice and touching melody; Poetry is a gorgeous picture, slowly unfolding, with a thick ink fragrance; Poetry is an immortal legend, passed down from generation to generation and become an eternal classic.
I grew up in the ink of poetry, and my family also likes poetry. In this way, poetry deeply took root in my childhood heart, and simple and clean flowers quietly opened with my growth.
Dad is the person who loves me the most, and his company with me is the flying flower of poetry. According to his memory, when I was two years old, I started a story with poetry and started my vision and imagination of another world.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. The sky there was blue, the white clouds were white, the ears of wheat in the field were golden, and everything was harmonious and healthy. There are many artistic conceptions that peers can't get.
I still remember my first contact with poetry, which is still fresh in my mind. Occasionally, I walked hand in hand with my father on my way home in the country, and suddenly I saw a few leisurely big white geese in the pond, probably raised by my neighbors! Feathers are covered with snow-white feathers, and their necks stand high. They keep calling: "Ga-ga-". Their voices were hoarse and happy, playing happily, and they broke the duckweed in the water unconsciously. Crisp green ripples with the water lines, and the big white goose plays happily. I cried. My eyes looked at these happy angels curiously, and my father was happy to see me intoxicated. Then, he chanted loudly: "Goose. Goose. Goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm playing clear waves'. This is a poem written by our ancestor Luo when he was four years old. It's called "singing geese". What he saw at that time, like what you saw, was a big white goose in the water. " I looked at them with ecstasy, and I vaguely read: "Goose. Goose. Xiang Tiange Goose ... "This artistic conception coincides with this poem, so this poem has become the most precious wealth.
I don't know why, but the sunset in the poem has a special liking for me. Perhaps the memory of the country doomed my love for the sunset in the poem. Every evening, silence becomes my paradise. I sat quietly on the firewood pile and looked at the west. It is a huge sunset that casts a layer of excitement or sadness on my inner world. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." I have felt the disappointment of Li Shangyin and the flight of time. "Birds are singing in gu cun, and the sunset is red in the village." I feel very quiet and carefree, and that yearning has been brewing in my heart for a long time.
From this poem, I read the concern that "she sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late"; From the poem, I read the harvest of "planting a millet in spring and harvesting 10 thousand seeds in autumn"; From the poem, I read the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; From the poem, I read the pleasure of "appreciating strange articles and analyzing doubtful points" ...
Write a 500-600-word composition entitled ... It's for me. I live in a difficult situation.
If a child lives in fear, then he learns to worry; If a child lives in irony, then he learns to feel inferior; If a child lives with encouragement, then he learns to be confident; If a child lives in sincerity, then he learns to be confident; If a child lives in sincerity, then he learns to live in peace with insurance; If a child lives in trouble, then he learns to suffer.
My life has been disappearing since I was sensible. Colorful colors slowly turned into black, a terrible color. My troubles have been increasing since I was sensible. There is an idiom that goes like this: "A close call". Some people mistakenly think that a hair weighs a thousand pounds, while others think it's a joke, but it's true. Hair grows longer every day, and troubles increase day by day, and one head becomes two big ones. Monks want to shave their heads, which may be the reason! Afraid of the past and troubles coming one after another, just shave it off and the troubles will float away.
I often learn to understand something profound and forget my troubles, but it is like a part of my life and I can't give up.
Everything in life can be my trouble: my parents love me too much, and I often think, will I become rebellious because of their love for me? My parents have great expectations of me, and I always wonder if I will live up to their expectations; Teachers don't value me as much as before. I've been thinking: Will they not value me and give me up as a student? My friends gave me the cold shoulder. I have been thinking: did they dislike me and cut off our friendship bridge from now on? When I fall behind in my grades, I always think: will I lose all my love because of this?
These troubles have been bothering me. My personality has changed from cheerful to silent; My heart turns from warm to cold; My life is so full of troubles that there is no room. It is simply a black "bottomless pit" that can't be black again. My heart has been falling into the "bottomless pit". I don't know when it will end. I don't know if I found that light, even if it's just a burning match, it can at least give me a little comfort, a little light and a little warmth.
Worry makes my life miserable and melancholy. Tears flow into a small river, looking for that beautiful dream, that unbroken rainbow bridge and that unbroken seven-color light for me.
I live in a difficult situation, how I wish I had an innocent smile, so that I could feel the innocent childhood of that baby. How I wish I could go back to my childhood and let me feel the taste of living in love again. Now that love has become trouble, I know that there is more than love in the world, and there are many feelings.
When will the bottomless pit life end? When will the wheel of fortune give me back my happiness?
I live in happiness.
Facing the morning sun with a smile is a new day; Facing the sunrise with a sad face is also a new day. It's been a day since I smiled and said good morning to Chaoyang. After a frustrating sunrise or a day, what reason do we have to be unhappy?
Sunshine dolls always smile, so God can't bear to rain when he sees the smiling face of Sunshine dolls. So, is the rain doll just a sad face? No, the rain doll smiles more brightly than the sunshine doll. When God saw the bright smile of Rain Doll, he couldn't help crying.
A fake reef by Dongqian Lake. The waves beat against the rocks, stirring up one spray after another and splashing on me. It was very cool. Looking at the leisurely boat in the lake, my heart seems to be as calm as the lake. The breeze blows the willows on the shore, and the willow branches gently brush my cheeks, itchy and cool. I am willing to sit on this shore all the time, forget the sun and the moon, forget the stars; Forget tourists, forget time.
The bus station outside Dongqian Lake. Happiness belongs only to children. 90 1 came, and people in front of the station flocked in and wrapped the car tightly, which was in a dilemma. According to the regulations, how to open the door and get on the bus in the middle of the main road? The car can only scream desperately, trying to disturb some people, but people are indifferent to the "howl" of the car. The car was surrounded and could not move. On the fitness equipment next to the station. The children are swinging and playing on the seesaw, but they are not attracted by the roaring cart at all. Finally, with the help of the security guard, the bus pulled into the station. As soon as the door was opened, the crowd crowded up desperately. On the swing, the children on the seesaw are still having a good time. Some people seem to laugh at adults being stupid-they will definitely get on the bus anyway, and there will definitely be no seats. Why are you squeezing? For a long time, people were compressed in a small carriage, and the children reluctantly left the "amusement tide" under the cry of their parents in the car. When the carriage stopped, it was full of children's laughter
Everything is happiness, even those sad things, from another angle, are happiness. Even in the office, I laugh when I am lectured by the teacher, because I know another thing-this is wrong. Therefore, tears do not necessarily represent regret; Laughter is another expression of regret.
Every bit of life is the source of happiness. Collecting the bits and pieces of life together is the happy Pacific Ocean!
Please write an article about what is suitable for me, 400 words, which I have read and grown up.
What is the word grow up? Nothing more than loneliness, bitterness and upward. I don't understand.
I understand growth-maturity.
When I entered junior one, I really felt that its pace was much faster than that of primary school, and I also knew that I was anxious about my future. Huh? Have I grown up? It used to be crazy, but now it's getting more and more mature. I have always been denied and looked down upon, so I never care. I just cried in boredom. Before I do it, I must find someone to solve this problem. If the big deal broke out and my mentality changed, I should have accepted that sentence a long time ago-people don't know but don't care.
I understand growth-loneliness.
Growing up is a person's. When I was a child, I wanted to tell my family everything. Why don't you talk now? Sometimes I really don't know how I provoked others to slander me like this. The pain in my heart can't be expressed in words, so I have to put it in my heart. In fact, after a long time, that feeling will be numb and will be forgotten. Sitting in a noisy classroom like a market, there is always a kind of' bystander' interest, and I feel lonely all the time, so I should answer the sentence' It seems that I am the only one who has really grown up'.
I understand the joy of growing up.
When you have completed the transformation of growth, you will find that only joy remains. I always wanted to grow up when I was a child, so I have to grow up. Whether you like it or not, growth is an inevitable process, not something you can decide. Isn't the change of mentality also a kind of growth? Ordinary trivial things in life don't have to be depressed because of this. You know, there is joy behind depression.
I understand the growth-maturity, loneliness, upward, joy. I believe I will interpret these words incisively and vividly!
Hope to adopt. . .
Please write a 400-word composition on the topic of "The Moment". An unforgettable moment.
In life, there are many beautiful feelings, all of which are quietly passed away inadvertently. My friend, don't let this wonderful feeling slip away from your fingertips like fine quicksand. Please learn to cherish! -inscription
In the bright light, I was doing my homework seriously, and my pen rustled in my exercise book. Mother kept shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom. Every time I look up, I can see my mother's busy figure. The sound of running water and bowls from the kitchen made me stop writing and recall an incident that happened a few days ago.
That day, I didn't do well in a quiz, and I was afraid to tell my mother when I got home. But then I didn't know where my mother knew, so I asked why I didn't tell her. I just perfunctory that I didn't do well in the exam. My mother got to the bottom of it. Finally I said, "Why don't you take the exam?" Mom looked gloomy at that time. Sure enough, as I expected, my mother didn't talk to me like before and joked for a few days.
When my mother saw that I stopped writing, she came over and asked me kindly, "Why didn't you do it?" Are you sleepy? "In the face of this sudden greeting, I woke up suddenly, shook my head at my mother, smiled apologetically and continued to do my homework. When I looked up again, I found a steaming cup of coffee on the table. Looking at the rising heat, I was lost in thought again. ...
A night breeze blew, and I couldn't help shivering. My mother came over and touched the cup and said, "The coffee is cold. I'll make you another drink. " Ah, tea is cold, you can change water, but maternal love, like coffee, can't change a drop of water. My mother treats me with her selfless, purest and truest love and never changes a drop of water.
Motherly love is like coffee. It took me thirteen years to taste its profound meaning and hidden flavor. Motherly love, like coffee, exudes a special fragrance with a little bitterness, but the sweetness always precipitates at the bottom. Only by savoring it slowly can we taste its real delicacy, and so can maternal love.
At this time, neither guilt nor gratitude can make up for my 13 years of disrespect for my mother. At this moment, I know that my willfulness and stubbornness have brought too much harm to my mother, but my mother has always contained all my ignorance and willfulness with her broad mind.
In this quiet and serene night, I once again experienced maternal love. Some people say that father's love is the mountain and mother's love is the sea, but I think mother's love is sometimes more like a cup of strong coffee: it gives off a special fragrance, and the sweetness is always at the bottom.
Write a composition with "_ _ give it to me". Hello, please accept it if you are satisfied!
Football for me.
The dusty past, the green and incomplete present, I still love football deeply enough to affect my life.
Once, I chose the sky, but I couldn't be a shining star, because I fell on the football field I loved deeply, and I waved goodbye to the football field that accompanied me for three years. If I hadn't fallen on the football field four years ago, I wouldn't be suffering in pain now, staying at the wrong angle. However, football doesn't allow us to have so many ifs, as Figo said, "I am old, but I still stand under the national flag of football." I'm still intoxicated by every noun that comes from football.
You may be able to build a story about football with sweet words, but you must never talk to me on paper, because I used to pass the ball so lightly, but you didn't have mine.
Perhaps, we are sad because we were born in a country with a population of 65.438+0.3 billion, but there are no 22 good players. Perhaps, we are poor, because there are so many "stars" in our country who discredit football in various ways. A few months ago in Berlin, people all over the world were crazy about the charm of football. However, a few months ago in China, there was a super girl who defiled football with vulgar words; Blog articles in the name of football, but for the purpose of money, have attracted more attention than the teams in China. They will never understand everything on the court: the Argentines are crying in front of the door, the orange army is looking down around, and the Gaul rooster falls down at the last minute ... I have to say, you are sad, because you broke into a world that doesn't belong to you at all and will despise your mercenary thoughts.
I still remember a waist-long hair, a pair of rotten shorts and a dirty jersey. I was scarred, but I got up and rushed to the door. It turns out that I had such a childhood; It turns out that I have such courage; It turns out that my position is no longer on the court; It turns out that I was once far away from football, but I couldn't say goodbye.
There are still some football newspapers stuffed in the drawer, and the pictures of the past are replayed in my mind from time to time ..... Four years ago, even four years later, football is still regarded as everything in my world: whether it is a painful past or a sad present; Whether it is fate that makes me suffer, or I have to look after my old classmates who were sent to England for training with a straight face. Life is smooth sailing, no stumbling, no falling on the court is lucky, but you can see it at a glance. Where is the aftertaste?
The plane shattered by time is folded into eternity by the earth's crust, but my love for football stays on the surface forever.
Please write a composition on the topic of "opponent". 400 words to meet you again, opponent, I must beat you!
I have been defeated by my opponent several times before, and I am determined to beat you this time!
Now, the difficulty I face is to walk from here, which is the "stone bridge" on the pool. Speaking of stone bridges, in fact, the surfaces of stones are uneven, and there is a long distance between each stone. There are deep ponds on both sides of the "bridge", which will fall if you are not careful. However, in order to reach my destination, I have to walk from here. Only in this way can I hit the other side.
I
Take a deep breath, then take a deep breath. First, put one foot on the stone, stand firm, and then move the other foot over, but the stone is uneven and I can't keep my balance. People will fall to the left for a while, then to the right for a while, and my head will start to feel empty.
Sweating, my legs are weak, no, I'd better go back to the shore! I hurried ashore and prepared to leave. At this time, I seemed to see my opponent looking at me on the "stone bridge" not far away and said contemptuously, "Give up so soon!
And you said you were going to hit me? "Then I laughed coldly. I am on the horns of a dilemma. Suddenly I asked myself: What am I here for, just to challenge it! My confidence came back, and I silently said to my opponent in my mind:
I'm coming. I crossed the first pass, keeping my balance and looking for a relatively stable place for the second stone. I found the "target" and walked up. It's in a small corner. I plucked up my courage to continue.
Ok, but the difficulty played a joke on me at this time. The one in front turned out to be a small stone that can only stand on one foot. What should I do? Just skip to the next one? I threw caution to the wind, slowly moved my foot to the front and jumped again, but I worked hard.
Suddenly, my whole body was leaning, and I finally controlled my balance. I was scared out of my wits, and my "opponent" laughed at me in front. I was completely angry and crossed to the opposite side in one breath. This means that,
My opponent was defeated by me.
I finally defeated my opponent-myself. Maybe you will forget it on the journey of life, but it is a very important "person". Beyond it, it's like getting the master key. After that, everything will be smooth.
The biggest opponent is actually yourself.
Please write an 80-word composition about my friend.
My friend Ling is a kind boy. We are in the same class. He is shorter and thinner than me. He is good at basketball. He likes eating meat. He also likes playing games!
Please write a 500-word composition on the topic of contradiction, and make calculation and reasoning; History books made me understand historical allusions. Father's love is like a book, a book that I will never finish reading ... or that quiet campus, and the sun is still going down to the horizon.
My father. I have been waiting for me after school in the scorching sun. After class, I dare not go out because my father is so ugly that I am afraid that my classmates will laugh at me. But I'm ambivalent. My father saw it and turned away. In the evening, my father walked into the dormitory, handed me dozens of dollars, and said, I gave it to you at that time, but ... so I will give it to you now and behave well at school. I'm leaving. At this point, my heart ached, father, thank you. But my father didn't hear me. I didn't say a word to my father because I was too proud. My heart is full of guilt. But I hope my father can forgive me.
When I got home after the holiday, I thought my father must be very sad and would teach me a lesson, but he didn't. From then on, I gradually alienated from my father, not because my father ignored me, but because I couldn't face my father. I am ashamed of my father.
The third day of Fushan No.2 Middle School: Yang Jingjing
The second contradiction in the garden
One day, Zhang, a vegetable farmer, was weeding in the garden when he suddenly heard a chirping quarrel. So, he put down his work and wanted to listen. Ah, it turns out that tomatoes and red peppers conflict.
Mature tomatoes hung on the branches and proudly said, "Look at me, everyone loves me. How beautiful!" " The red one over there is not convinced, pointing to the tomato: "You look like a round-headed melon brain! Look at me in red, slim and high-spirited! " They refused to give in to each other, kept putting on airs and quarreling, and the contradiction reached a fever pitch.
The sound of "a wave is higher than a wave" woke up the tall and stout grandpa Zhang Shu. Grandpa Zhangshu said bluntly, "Beauty is not based on appearance, but on whether it is good for human beings. You see, sweet potatoes, taro, potatoes and peanuts are all covered with soil and never show their faces, so they have high nutritional value. What a good quality! "
Tomatoes and "Chaotian Spicy" listened calmly, nodding their heads again and again, and fell silent. The garden was quiet, and Uncle Zhang began to be busy with his work again.
Grade 3, Class 3, Li Antang No.2 Middle School, Nanchang County, Jiangxi Province: It's raining heavily.
The contradiction between my classmates and me.
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I had a conflict with my deskmate.
That morning, in the first class, I was doing my homework carefully. My deskmate has nothing to do. He had a bad idea, so he secretly hid my pencil case. After a while, my handwriting was wrong. I'm looking for an eraser. I looked in the drawer. Why is my pencil box missing?
Just when I was very anxious, I saw my deskmate laughing beside me. I wonder if he stole my pencil case?
I said to him, "Can you look in your drawer?" He suddenly became nervous, and I knew from his expression that it must be him. I had a big fight with him.
His face is redder than a red apple, and his eyes are full of anger. His hands are clenched tightly, and the wrinkles squeezed out by anger look fierce, like an angry little lion, as if trying to swallow me up in one bite. I was so scared. Afterwards, I apologized to him and he apologized to me. We're back together.
This incident taught me that students should live in peace and help each other when they encounter difficulties.
Grade 5, Jiuting No.2 Primary School: Chen Yuling
Article 4 Neutrality of Contradictions
I am very ordinary, almost no one can know, and I am always thinking about some annoying things.
I don't care about other people's opinions, I am idle all day, bohemian and lonely, and I am determined to go my own way.
There is infinite sadness in my heart. I always suck a burning wound when no one can observe it in the dead of night.
I am single-minded. As long as it is what I think is right, I will try my best to pursue it no matter how many difficulties and obstacles I encounter.
I am very bad. There are always so many ideas in some people's hearts that I can't believe them.
I have no self-control. As long as others say a few words, I will do anything for others and die.
I am very happy. I have many friends who really help me. They are the most beautiful scenery in my own world.
I care about what others think and think about what others think of me all day, but these are inevitable. I must do my best in everything.
Am I famous? There are many people who know themselves at school and will not be lonely.
I am a contradictory unity, balancing everything, without any thoughts in my heart, living blindly but living to death.
What kind of person am I?
Article 5 the contradiction of kingship
A breeze blew and lifted the strings buried in my heart.
Late at night.
Don't move. Be quiet.
Me, quietly online,
Just to find someone,
That's me, the real me,
On the internet, I can volatilize what I have at will. Unlimited
Wang Zhifeng, with the passage of time, the wind is out of sight, out of sight, without a trace. Sometimes, I don't feel it. This is a void.
Style, helpless, feel so arrogant, in fact, I am nothing, I just live in my own world and don't want to intersect with it!
Easily moved, easily sad, easily confused, easily ...
Being touched can make me feel sad for a long time, and I will make it disappear as soon as possible … I am actually a madman.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, and heaven and earth are in harmony. What wonderful words. I gave a sneer. Will there be?
The wind shook the heartstrings and played an intoxicating song.
That is helpless, helpless.
Contradictory thinking is constantly beating.
Every time it is night arrival, in silence, contradictions are like the water of the Yellow River.
My struggle can only be buried in my heart, and I don't want people to think that I am not pragmatic and care about fantasy!
Helpless, I chose to muddle along. Because I really don't know what I should do!
I don't want to shock the ignorant reality, I will take it step by step.
In the third year of the mortal world: Wang Qing fell
Please write a 400-word composition on the topic "_ the source of my happiness". I have a hardworking and kind mother.
He is not tall, and his modest eyes are full of expectations for me. Two eyebrows, a slightly flat nose and two thin lips make up his mother's kind face.
In my heart, my mother is always so strong. On that weather-beaten face, there will always be that confident and strong smile. Since my mother was laid off, she hasn't stayed at home, but has found a new job. She goes out early and comes back late every day. No matter whether it is cold or hot, she never complains and goes to work as usual even on holidays. Sometimes she catches a cold and never takes a rest.
One day, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and when I saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, I struggled to sleep and went over. It turned out to be my mother, who was still washing clothes there, constantly repeating those seemingly simple but laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, throwing, and occasionally wiping her forehead with tears. I froze, this is the first time I saw my mother's hard work. Thinking of this, I feel a little uncomfortable: my mother, who has worked hard all day, will wash my clothes until midnight before coming home. If only my mother had gone to bed early, I made up my mind to wear clean clothes in the future to reduce my mother's burden. Thinking of this, I went over and said, "Mom, go to sleep quickly. I have to go to work tomorrow, so I must wear clean clothes in the future." My mother looked back at me and said, "Son.
Later, I was admitted to Shenyang No.2 Middle School, a provincial key high school. When I was celebrating for myself, I saw my mother's smile, so happy and hearty. The summer after the senior high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me to visit the Expo Park. I have been to several places more or less during my spring outing before, but my mother who has never been there is always very busy. This is her.
This is my mother. She always wears such a kind and strong smile on her weather-beaten face. My mother has always inspired me since I was a child. He can't dare to play the godless mode of the world. It is also her smile that has accumulated my confidence and made me forge ahead.
This is my mother, a strong and great mother.
I love my mother.
Please write a 400-word composition on the topic of Jin Fan's failure in the exam. Seeing that Jin Fan insisted on not taking the exam and that he was a scholar, he said, "Sir, have you just come back from the exam?"
"Master, just got back from there. I don't know if I can win? "
"Well, since I am a scholar and have a child at home, I don't miss my job since I was a child. If you don't mind, can you teach your children to read? This money should be regarded as a book fee. "
Jin Fan suffered from dark circles all his life, but today he met a bodhisattva and thanked him again and again: "No, it's an honor to be born late." I'll report back tomorrow. "Two people spoke a few words, Jin Fan hurriedly bought a meal back.
After dinner, Jin Fan said to his mother and wife, "I went to the exam the other day. I wonder if I can win the exam. Now Master Xin Deyi can help solve the problem of food and clothing. " That is, you have been favored by others, and there is no reason not to return it. My son promised to teach his children to read. If he fails, he will learn and teach. On the one hand, I contribute to my family, on the other hand, I prepare for the next exam. "Mother and wife listened and answered again and again.
The next day, Jin Fan went to teach. I didn't know this young master was a bad guy. He tossed Jin Fan around every day and said it was useless. Go home and complain that Jin Fan wants to retreat and live a poor life, but when he remembers that he has received a penny or two from others and has to pay it back, he has to frown every day.
This afternoon, when I came back from teaching, I saw the butcher Hu waiting in front of him with a catty of meat. When he came back, he smiled and said, "I just learned that you are teaching in the master's house, and I can see that you have achieved a lot." You know, that master is the richest man in our county, and he has a relationship to ensure that he will have food and clothing for the rest of his life. Don't always wait for others to report what you have done. It's all self-deception People like you, who are full of yin and don't have that kind of luck, still obey this master and don't expect too much. " Butcher Hu told him to sit down, and another long speech poured in.
Jin Fan admitted his bad luck and taught a little devil a lesson. But seeing my husband's remarks, I was afraid that I would be scolded again in the future exam, so I made up my mind not to expect rewards and started my bad career again.