-Inscription I don't know which celebrity said: "I don't understand the true meaning of life. I'm just a playful child who picked up some beautiful shells on the beach. " When I savor this sentence carefully, it seems that an endless sea emerges in front of me, but I wonder how many shells symbolizing knowledge have been harvested in my small backpack. Cannonball (1) Patience+confidence = In the exercise book before success, other places were already dense, but the topic below was blank.
My brain is spinning fast, but the correct answer is to hide in the corner and refuse to show up. "What's the problem! How? " I can't help complaining.
"It's so difficult, don't do it!" My deskmate whispered something, and then I dropped my pen. I don't know where I went to play. I looked helplessly at the dense topics, as if I were reading a gobbledygook, and I really wanted to put my pen down smartly.
"I have to do it myself and be a toad waiting to eat-wait for the teacher to tell me what it is! I will definitely do it! " After thinking about it, I'd better lower my head and work hard. "I finally succeeded!" I breathed a long sigh of relief, and my sore hands had a chance to rest. Somehow, I seem to have gained something: patience+confidence will always gain something! Shell (2) books make people wise. After class, everyone else is chatting in twos and threes, chattering like sparrows.
I took out a book from my desk and studied it carefully. I was intoxicated by these beautiful words. The charm of books is infinite. From the first day I started reading, I understood that books make people wise. Reading made me understand Li Bai's lofty sentiments, Su Shi's indifference, Du Fu's concern for the country and the people, and Meng Jiao's gratitude to his mother. Experience the beauty of Bing Xin's prose, the bitterness of Cao Wenxuan's novels, the humor of Yang's stories and the profound philosophy of Lu Xun's essays; For the first time, I understood love and hate, life and death, right and wrong, and people. Shells (3) Facing the vast ocean of knowledge, like that famous person, I never expected to learn all the wisdom. I just want to bend down like a child and pick up that beautiful shell again.
2. The fourth grade, 47-48 ancient poems, the first volume of the book, picking up shells from the sea, is "Xilin Wall".
Su Shi (Northern Song Dynasty)
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain.
Shu Hu yin xian sheng wall
Wang Anshi (Northern Song Dynasty)
The eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One stream will protect the green field and two mountains will be green.
Send yuan twenty-one Xi
(Tang) Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Summer quatrains
(Song) Li Qingzhao
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Wangdongting
(Tang) Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Jiangnan memory
(Tang) Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
This river is as green as blue in spring. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
April in the countryside
(Song) Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (Ⅰ)
Fan Chengda (Southern Song Dynasty)
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Four Seasons of Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (Ⅱ)
Fan Chengda (Southern Song Dynasty)
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Yugezi
(Tang) Zhang
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn.
(Tang) Wang Changling
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Biedongda
(Tang) Gao Shi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
(Tang) Li Bai
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain
(Tang) Liu Changqing
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
3. Write 700 words, don't copy it, but describe it. When I was ignorant, I walked into the ocean of knowledge, boundless and boundless, and I began to wander alone. I started from the stream, crossed the winding mountains and flowed into the new world I was pursuing. I entered the depth of ice love from the dispute of the Three Kingdoms. I walked into Jing M.Guo's dream from the sadness of the red dream. There are tears, joy, deep thought, rise, ups and downs, and restless hearts are always rippling in the ocean of knowledge. Learning to pick up shells, the world is difficult, and the raging waves that hit the dam of life in the ebb and flow are rushing to sigh the rhythm of the years. Life is a lonely boat, and several years have passed between cold windows and waves ... I try my best to straighten my direction and swing forward. Infinite feelings, infinite joy, anger like the tide, hope like the sea, swim in the ocean of books, and life becomes more magnificent. The difficulties and obstacles in learning the sea are only short-lived storms, which will only make the sky more brilliant and beautiful after the rain. I walked forward resolutely against the wind and rain, and the sky was fresher after the rain, and the rainbow was brighter after the rain. My restless heart is still searching. There is no end to learning the sea, and the past is long. The gate of memory can't shut my heart, a hard work, a harvest and a melancholy. Perhaps blood and tears have already soaked in the past, and success or failure is just around the corner. However, the past will eventually pass, and the future voyage will start from scratch ... I open the skylight of my heart, shake off the feathers flying high, shout loudly to carve new hopes into a new world in the vast sky, and fly to the far edge of the learning sea with open arms, where more glittering shells shine.
4. At the beginning of the composition, you can write down what you will learn from reading the book How Steel was Tempered. The first paragraph summarizes the benefits of reading, which makes people benefit endlessly. In the second paragraph, write the main content of XXXXX, and write the feelings after reading this book, such as how steel is tempered, so that you can understand that people can't do it in the face of setbacks. Study! -Gorky said, there is no end to learning and no end to suffering. In the process of "rowing", we can always find beautiful and rare shells! Never regard learning as a coolie's labor, let alone a burden. The word * * is omitted below. Learning is a process, not an action. You should know how to experience happiness in the process, instead of getting tired of repeating actions ... The shell of the word * * is dazzling and gorgeous after life's tempering, and learning also needs persuasion to make it a positive result. ...
5. Is there a short and beautiful poem 1 that buries a city and turns off all the lights?
Your sunset, my face, whose third year.
The dancing of the pen tip is the strongest touch of brilliant red in the spotlight.
I watched the sunset at the seaside and snuggled up on a pillow, but I couldn't swim out of memories, but I couldn't learn to let go and walk.
Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain.
6 hide in the doomed street and walk through the water under the bridge with a smile.
7 whose scenery and heart passed by the city injured under the eyelashes.
In the light silence, you opened a shopping shop and waited for the forgotten cape skylight.
The witch's kiss spell came for the first time, and the wet oath went out. I sat on the sea mending the net, and you fell on the bottom of the sea to sing the song of Dai Yue.
10 Wait for a person or a story.
1 1 Swim across a world, a life and death.
Who did you sing the end of that song about us to?
13 whose city is the gorgeous erotic line of your palm entangled in? Laughing and laughing.
14 Write love as an immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates. Then, will you cross the ice and snow?
15 carved our story on the weathered gable, and passers-by cried when they saw it.
16 who are you? A teenager who misses your pen tip turns into a song on the desolate road of the city.
17 It takes a thousand years to love you and ten thousand years to forget.
18 Who has a scarlet mole in the corner of his eye to complete your prosperous life, and whose mountains and rivers have given you ground-breaking empty joy.
19 Love song in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are.
The dazzling array of things in the window is full of life.
2 1 That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
A player enters a painting and spends his life in the world.
As beautiful as flowers and jade, the enemy can't pass the time.
Did anyone collect the passing scenery for you?
25. I am in the memory of flying snow all over the sky, but in which dictionary do you interpret the transformation?
Draw a life-and-death game and write an ending for our story.
Irish snow, Turkish blue, Moscow tears. I collect them in the small sun, sunny days and smiles. Persian Gulf Sea, Vienna Hall, Arabian Legend. I wrote them down in a thick photo album. And seven powders and the princess.
28 perfect hiding sadness.
For whom to sing farewell songs, for whom to love, and for whom to write the world.
Who smiles and pretends not to be sad?
3 1 pin the drunken tomorrow on Pandora's strings and spend the rest of your life pretending to sing heaven and earth.
32 is the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation.
In whose era and whose world.
In that prosperous era, we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.
There are so many lonely people suffering.
Who owns whose beauty, who feels whose sadness, has a panoramic view.
Did I ever tell you that love is my unchanging belief? Did I ever tell you that love means keeping someone in your heart forever?
38 favorite songs, listen quietly. People you like, far away.
I have a process and an ending. If I pester myself again, I feel greedy.
Sadness is self-inflicted, happiness is yours.
4 1 A woman who is afraid of cold must have a cold heart.
What we are guarding is a disaster that is hastily refuted, and an illusion that can't be beaten in a lifetime.
Step by step no return, first frost face.
If a pair of eyes shed tears for me, I would like to believe this sad life again.
The story of the star is to walk with you in the sea of people, but it won't make you get lost.
The Miao man stuck between her tongues wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.
47 nights are cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.
Complex experience carved deep lines in my eyes, and I turned to carve a flower.
I sing with my bare hands, you play Chopin, but I am blind.
I have been wandering for so long, but I don't want to go home, because if you are not at home, I will never have a home.