Conference topic composition 1 February, dawn. The faint light diluted the thick night, dispersed the stars and the moon, and a cry pierced the sky. The baby's delicate skin is exposed to humid air, and this day is the day when I was born.
My mother dragged her tired body and looked at me happily with her father. Above her mouth, there are two pools of clear water. On this day, I met the world.
The air is filled with mist, and the warm sunshine will not wait. Through the mist, I filtered the soft light in the glass window and gently stroked my cheek. Mom said that from that moment on, my hands were looking for sunshine.
I don't know when I opened my eyes and looked curiously at the colorful world in front of me. I don't know when I learned to walk like a fart; I don't know when, my mother carried me into the kindergarten painted with colorful paints, where children laughed and laughed everywhere. The golden morning glow was broken by the black crown, and under the sporadic light, our little figure ran to the goal.
The books in the bag began to increase and the weight began to get heavier. Looking up at the land in front of you for knowledge is inevitably a bit timid. But the phone calls of several classmates made me gradually familiar with this campus. At the opening ceremony, a bright red belief was tied by me, and the orange-red sun was extracted from the fire-like sky. Today, the weather is very warm.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, you can always see the basket swing twice because of the goal, and the vigorous pace on the playground melts the sweat on the plastic runway. Sporadic bushes, illuminated by warm sunshine.
Open the page and you will smell the book; Leaning over the window, you can smell the unique fragrance of trees. The grass green in early spring, the cicada singing in midsummer, the geese returning in late autumn, and Bo Xue from winter to the sun all met me one by one.
In the afterglow of molten gold, a boat is pressed against the Milky Way, and the boatman shakes his oars, facing the world in front of him and fighting with the world, never forgetting his initiative. When the boat passed by, the water rose and rippled, making it look like a golden lake. The world is hitting my heart, and in my chest, a vigorous force gushes out and will not be collected.
I met you from the first day I came to this world.
I lay quietly in the cradle, and my mother sang children's songs softly beside me. Late at night, the stars in the sky seem to have stopped playing and stopped to listen to this sweet song. In simple and cheerful words, the world seems to be immersed in a peaceful and warm atmosphere.
I spent my golden childhood in lively children's songs. Later, when I grew up, I walked into the primary school gate with my schoolbag on my back. I always remember that in the sunny classroom, the teacher is leading everyone to read aoe, and the naive face shines with curiosity and joy. At this point, the cicada outside the window also stopped running, as if listening to this childish voice. In class, we meet our teachers day after day in your new, fresh, moving and beautiful world.
Since I entered your world, I have formed an indissoluble bond with you. I want to talk to you every minute and swim in your arms like the sea. I grew up with you.
You let me appreciate the beauty of "colorful is always spring", and let me appreciate the tragic and moving of "autumn wind sweeping away leaves" ... In the hot summer, I read aloud the beautiful sentence "The color of summer is golden". In the winter wrapped in silver, I silently murmured such quiet words as "there are some small villages lying on the hillside and some snow lying on the roof of the small villages".
When I am extremely happy, "I am crazy about poetry and books" is an appropriate interpretation. When I am sad and disappointed, "How can I get a sad word this time?" Read my mind. You can always talk to me with colorful words and touching poems. ...
Of course, you also have the worry that "business women don't know how to hate the country, but also sing backyard flowers across the river", and there is also the prosperity of "bagpipes moving, jade pots shining, fish dragons dancing all night"; There is also the indifference of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" ... "Only make Longcheng fly, don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain" is your vision, "Keep cutting, keep worrying, and have a different taste in your heart" is your dream talk when you are sad. ...
You are far away, you are enthusiastic, you are gentle, and you are the most beautiful temple and scenery in the world-literature.
Meeting you is the most gratifying and touching thing in my life. When you tell me the beauty of the world, teach me to be strong, make me rich in emotions and pure in mind, I know that my life is wonderful because of you, and meeting you is the most beautiful!
From acquaintance to acquaintance, in just a few years, our friendship is higher than the mountain, farther than the road and deeper than the water, just like a song of friendship, which is long and deep. Every note in the song is a beautiful fragment and a beautiful memory between us.
It was a distant summer, and now it seems that many centuries have passed, which is so vague. I walked quietly on the road and walked into the gate of No.14 Middle School. I saw many people crowded in front of the school bulletin board. They should be freshmen like me. They are reading the placement notice. I hurried there, too. No sooner had you walked out of the crowd than we bumped into each other. We quickly apologized to each other and smiled at each other. That's a beautiful smile. Later, when we went to class, we realized that we were classmates. After a while, we can talk about everything. Always teasing each other from time to time, laughing and laughing, completely ignoring the image of a lady. In the eyes of others, we are like two crazy people, but this feeling is really great! We run together on the campus playground, talk about life together, share happiness, and walk together in the journey of chasing dreams. ...
On weekends, we get together and wander around the city. You chased me on the road, which caused passers-by to turn back frequently. At this time, we will take a shy look at each other and then continue to run with a smile. At night, we stroll along the banks of the canal, look up at the starry sky, close our eyes and feel the beautiful moonlight, and imagine a beautiful tomorrow together.
Over the years, there have been joys and pains, and there have been estrangements between us. However, with the passage of time, some bad memories will naturally disappear, leaving only good times. I have imagined the scene of our separation countless times, and my heart is always sour. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." There's no need to be sad. If we meet, there will be separation. I only hope that even if we are thousands of miles apart in the future, we can still miss each other in our hearts.
Because of the meeting, let us become familiar from strangers, and therefore have an unforgettable friendship. Even though we will separate the two places, I firmly believe that our friendship will last forever!
When you are alive, you'd better be modest and don't hate others too much, otherwise, you will only make yourself more tired.
We often see that the so-called bad guy in TV series has done a lot of bad things, because that person hates others. Try every means to get revenge, even if you succeed in the end, you are not happy, at least, not as happy as you think. Because, hate others, into their own emotions, because hate, strong hate covers everything, all the emotions in their hearts have disappeared, only hate. If a person has only one emotion, whatever it is, it will eventually bring him endless pain.
Put a dirty sword in clean water, no matter how dirty it is, one day, its filth will be washed clean by water. Hatred, like this dirty sword, time, like this clear water. Come to think of it, no one can hate others for life. In fact, everyone is growing up, whether it is children, young people or old people.
When you are old, when you look back on the past, you will feel beautiful. Because, as you get older, you become more open-minded and you know how to cherish it. Even in the face of people you hated before, you will feel, forget it, after all, it is a thing of the past.
Why do you always feel that children are the happiest? Because children are the simplest, there are not so many suspicions and concerns. They often quarrel with their companions, but they often quarrel in the morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon. They don't know what hate is.
Years later, when you meet someone you hate by chance in the street, try to give him a smile. I'm sure he will give you a bright smile. Wouldn't it be a good thing to turn an enemy into a friend? I think it's a good thing for you to get rid of your feud with him for many years.
The past is like a cloud, and it is the best relief for yourself to meet and laugh.
Remember, don't hate someone casually. It's really hard and painful to hate someone. You are torturing yourself, not hating others. When you get rid of resentment, you will find that the sky is bluer, the sun is warmer, the air is fresher, everything around you is more lovely, and more importantly, you are happier.
Composition 5 on the topic of meeting "Beside the changing river, there stands a stone, which is his sadness that he failed to conquer the State of Wu." He is full of patriotism for hot pillow, but he can't achieve his wish, adding a trace of resentment to his heart. How much he loves this vast mountain and river and hopes that people can live and work in peace and contentment! He once said: "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. " This strong patriotic feeling refined his perfect poetic art, and his poems were first-class in the Tang Dynasty and even in the whole history of China. The words in his works are always empathetic, sometimes extremely sad, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes depressed, sometimes heroic! He is a famous poet-Du Fu.
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " What a beautiful and cold moonlight, in exchange for his homesickness; "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun". Some beautiful scenery is reflected in the deep pond, but my heart is filled with the affection of my friends. "Lonely sails sail in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky." Time passed, and this time, he became a farewell person. He could only stand by the lake and watch his friends leave. All he can do is hope that his friends can reach the other shore safely. Emotions and sorrows flowed under his pen and ink, and what stood out was his imaginative poems, which amazed future generations. Look! He is reciting poems under the moon again! He is the famous "Poet Fairy"-Li Bai.
"You people from my old country, tell me what happened there!" "For me, take a hug home as a symbol of our love" ... he is versatile. He is not only accomplished in poetry and painting, but also proficient in music and Buddhism. However, no amount of talent can hide his strong homesickness. "A stranger in a foreign land misses his family on holidays. If you know where your brother is crawling, you are missing one person. " Deep homesickness made him sad. This is "Shi Fo"-Wang Wei.
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It is my honor to meet them in this life. Although I can't come back to life, the patriotic enthusiasm and love for my hometown and nature contained in those poems will always exist in my heart and will never be forgotten in my life.
Meeting you is like a song, like a dreamy and changeable song.
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Listen to the songs from afar, which you wrote when you met me. This is a children's song and a happy song.
children's song
When I met you, it was summer-night is always a starry season, and that nursery rhyme began to linger in my ear, "Twinkling stars, the sky is full of little stars." I remember that year, sitting on a stone bench, looking up at the sky, pointing to the brightest star and saying, "They say that people will become the brightest star in the sky after death, so do you think my father will be that star?" At this time, I will hold you tight all the time, wipe away the tears on your face, and gently sing "Little Star" in your ear. In the same scene, when I see you again, you are not the little girl who loves to cry, but you are still singing children's songs as a child.
Sing happily
When I met you again, it was already autumn-a fruitful season, and that cheerful song began to linger in my ears. "The blue sky matches the sunset glow on my chest, and the colorful clouds are the clothes of the sunset glow." Do you remember? At that time, you and I always went out early and came back late. You and I always rush out of the house after breakfast and take me to the top of the mountain. I've been thinking about giving up halfway, but it's different. What you expect is the momentum that "all other mountains look short under the sky". After climbing to the top of the mountain. You always scold me at this time. "See you that promise. What about you? Is this generally not enough to give up? " Which is your reprimand. Every time after that, I will not give up easily. I learned to enjoy the momentum that "all other mountains look small under the sky". . When I first met you, you and I climbed to the top of the mountain as usual, enjoying and singing.
Will you leave again after meeting? Yes, what kind of banquet does life have to end? I still remember the agreement under the pear tree, the secret between you and me, do you still remember? I also want to make an appointment with you. Next time we meet, I will sing that children's song, that happy song with you. I will open my heart with you in the moonlight and enjoy climbing the "stones from other mountains can attack jade". At the top of the mountain with you.
Meeting is a song, a happy song of childhood and old times!