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Longferro
When I'm right
What I got and what I lost,
What I missed has nothing to do with what I got,
Found nothing to boast about.
I noticed that.
How much time was wasted;
Good intentions are like an arrow,
I gave up halfway, or flew away like an elephant.
But who dares?
Measure gains and losses in this way?
Failure may be a disguised victory,
The lowest dynasty is the beginning of * * *.
Life praise
Longferro
Don't give me a sad tone.
Say that life is just a dream
Because the soul is exhausted, it is equal to death.
Things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Live seriously!
Its destination is not the grave;
For the soul, can't say that:
"You are dust, and you will return to dust.
Our destined path or goal
Not happy, not sad;
It's action, it's every Ming dynasty
Listen, we've gone further than today.
Art is infinite, and time flies;
Although our hearts are brave and strong,
It's still like a deep drum,
I'm afraid to send my funeral to the grave.
On the vast battlefield of the world
In the open-air camp of life
Don't be like stupid, driven cattle and sheep!
Be a war hero.
Don't rely on the future, a better future!
Let the dead past bury itself.
Let's go! When we were alive.
Use your heart and the sky above you.
The deeds of great men are thought-provoking
We can create a brilliant life.
On the quicksand of time,
When you leave, leave footprints-
This footprint may be another person.
If you see it, it will refresh.
When he floats on the ocean of life
Unfortunately, his ship has sunk.
So, no matter what fate.
Don't lose heart! Be positive.
Keep moving forward, keep moving forward
Learn to work and learn to wait.
Go to the seaside
Shu Ting
sunrise on the sea
How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt admiration
Sunset at sea
How many poets have been provoked to cherish their tenderness?
How many songs were sung on the cliff?
It is also blown by the sea breeze day and night
Whispering day and night
How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?
How many sails have been raised on the horizon?
It's all kept secret by Haitao
Secret burial
There have been curses and sorrows.
There have been praises and glory.
Ocean-a Changing Life
Life-a turbulent ocean
Where is the hole dug in childhood?
Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?
Oh, the sea is your wave.
It can erase memories and some shells.
Scattered on the hillside like stars on a summer night
Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.
Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.
Oh, of course life is ruined.
Numerous pure dreams and some brave people.
Like a petrel flying in a storm
The night is as calm as the night on the coast.
The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.
From the coast to the rocks
How lonely my shadow is
From dusk to midnight
How proud I am inside.
"the element of freedom"
Let you pretend to roar.
Let you be hypocritical and calm.
Let you take everything from the past.
All the past-this world
Have the pain of sinking
And the joy of awakening.
I'll come back and open the door.
Li ao
Because I've always been like that,
So you think I'll always be like this
But you're wrong this time,
I have changed beyond your imagination.
Bad things will eventually turn into good things,
The weak will eventually become strong.
Who would have thought that an ugly pupa,
It turned into a beautiful butterfly.
Like the lotus at night,
Like a homing bird,
Or like an old hermit philosopher.
I lost all my advantages and light.
The dark tunnel was finally opened,
Thousands of mountains will be climbed,
When the flowers wither,
I'll come back and open the door!
Evening, dear friends.
lake
In which forest did your bottle fall?
You drink with tears in your eyes, and in what Woods do you bury your loved ones?
On which river bank are you loneliest?
When you move into an empty house, you are the loneliest. Turn on the light.
What season are you most melancholy?
Put down the hectic laundry list
The land is vast, and rivers run.
Who lit the lamp and lit you up?
Which carriage will take you far away and run away?
Run away, you leave and never come back. Which car is it?
If talent is not recognized,
Wang Guozhen
If talent is not recognized,
Persistence is better than curse.
Accumulate strength through persistence.
Work silently
Curses are useless.
You can only dim the original light.
In the dim light
Lost people have the spirit of a big tree.
It's a floating cloud.
The clouds also floated away.
start from today
Nobody knows a star.
So tomorrow
Why not make a bright moon?
enjoy life
Wang Guozhen
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
Believe in the future
forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
someday
Gomai
One day, I will win the whole world.
One day, I will make up for my loss.
One day, I will continue to beat the past.
People who cherish me, you are not pretending.
I will turn flesh and blood into gold and food.
Solemnity and broadness dedicated to you.
People who love me, I didn't let you down.
Your waiting, though gloomy and cold, is slim.
But one day, the truth will come out.
Bitter and condensed sweat
Will be compensated one by one ...
Wisdom that comes with time
Yeats
There are many branches and leaves.
There is only one root.
In the days when youth is wasted.
I shake my branches and leaves in the sun.
Now, I will disappear into the truth.
Seek a poem and prose, not too long, the content is suitable for junior high school students, urgent! Immortal insomnia
Author: Zhang Xiaofeng
He failed the list! 1200 years ago. However, the list is big and long, but there is no his name. Ah! Unexpectedly, his name "Zhang Ji" cannot be accommodated alone.
The names of the people who took the exam are all written on the list, which is known all over the world. Strangely, in his feeling, it is well known that he failed in the exam, which made him feel ashamed and depressed.
Leave Beijing! After negotiating the price, he set foot on the boat. This is not the expected plot. There might have been an affair of arranging flowers and stepping on the street, and there was the glory of returning home in splendor. However, after ten years of cold window, although he was a thorn in his side, he didn't have a corner seat at Qionglin banquet.
The ship is sailing like the wind.
Jiang Feng is like a fire, holding a cold flame on the shore. At dusk, the ship arrived in Suzhou. However, this beautiful ancient city is just another place that touches Zhang's sad feelings.
If there is anything to do during the day, for a scholar, it is reading! What about at night? You should go to bed at night to keep your mental state and watch it the next day. However, tonight is a sad night. Tonight, in a foreign land, by the river, in the season of autumn cold and high geese, allow a down-and-out taxi to indulge his sadness. The river can hold the tears of all unfortunate people indefinitely.
On such a night, I sat cruelly, listening to the sound of my heart being bitten by something and disappearing one by one. And look at your life like a residual lamp in a strong wind. All your strength is spent on resistance, the oil is running out, and the small fire may go out all the time. However, what is hateful is that it has never been gorgeous and brilliant in its life!
The river slept, the boat slept, the boatman slept, and the people on the shore slept. Only he, Zhang Ji, can't sleep. The deeper the night, the more awake I am, awake like a dead tree with fallen leaves, like an empty nest beam where I went.
At first, sleep rejected him. Let nature take its course, haven't you been rejected everywhere in your life? ) Then, he got angry. Well, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep If you wake up all night, you will simply take a thorough look at yourself. Why not?
The moon is slanting to the west, looking listless. There is a crow, rough and hoarse. It is a crow. The moon was darkened by its frequent cries. On the river bank, I think it's frost grass. The stars in the night sky are like clear frost, and the grains are all desolate.
In the corner of his beard and brow, he felt as if he were cold and gloomy, waiting for the frosty flowers in early autumn to decorate his bleak young face.
Fishing and fire on the river two three, what are they doing? Fishing, right, or shrimp? Do they also cast nets? Times are hard! Even a clever fisherman can't help jumping into the storm, can't he? However, hard work is also a kind of happiness! Tonight, the moon is bright, the frost is cool, the people at ease are sleeping, and the people at work go to work. Only I, Zhang Ji, don't accept anything. I have neither the right to work nor the right to sleep. ...
The bell rang, the strange late-night bell of Hanshan Temple. Generally, drums and morning bells are ringing in temples, and the "midnight bell" in Hanshan Temple is shaking the earth. The bell is near the water. For others, the sound is just the vague background music in their sleep. However, in him, one by one hit the heart, right in the middle. The bell is beautiful, but does it hurt? He couldn't sleep, so he pushed the pillow up and wrote the word "a night-mooring near maple bridge" in the dark. Then, just copy the remaining 28 words. I say "copy" because those 28 words stand out in his mind, just like the black words on the white wall:
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
Thank God, if there were no last Zhang Ji, there would be a good poem missing in the history of poetry, and no one would speak for us in a certain mood.
1200 years later, who is the champion on that long list (that is, the paper gold list that Zhang Ji can't squeeze in)? Ha! No matter who he is. The name that is really remembered is "Zhang Ji, a laggard". Will anyone remember the grand parade of the champion in red? Don't! We only remember the frustrated man on the autumn night passenger ship and his immortal insomnia.
(for your appreciation)
"urgent! My Mother by Hu Shi, a famous narrative prose.
Liang Shiqiu is one of my Chinese teachers.
Liu Hongfu's father.
Feng Zikai's "Sending Examination"
Wang's "Watching Social Opera"
Sun Li's The Story of Shoes
Liu Zhicheng's Miss Red Fox
I remember these are narratives.
Are there any experiments suitable for junior high school students? ~ urgent ~ ~ online frog dissection and so on
Or cell observation, etc.
Urgent ~ ~ for a famous essay on dealing with loneliness and confusion, my mother.
My mother ... what words should I use to evaluate her? In fact, none of the words are appropriate. Barely speaking, she should be considered "unique".
She is beautiful (I think she is beautiful, but I always think she is ugly) and has a good figure. She belongs to the kind of "thin but not fleshy". Her voice is slow and deep, and sometimes it becomes high and sharp.
She seldom cares about me. It's so rare, as if I'm not her son at all. If I break the plate, she will smile and hand me the broom and the money to buy the plate. And the money will be deducted from my pocket money in the future.
In my childhood memory, she always bullied me. I remember that time when I wanted to drink coffee, I happened to bump into her in a bad mood. I actually added ten cubes of sugar to a cup of coffee and brought it to me with a smile.
Sometimes when I am "bullied" by her, I will pull her hair in revenge, she will pick me up and slap me in the face jokingly, and then I will retaliate ... until everyone has no strength, we will laugh happily together.
Before I was twelve, my impression of my mother was that she was a playful woman. At that time, I went to junior high school and began to understand. I see that many parents of students are dignified, and I vaguely feel that my mother is really abnormal.
That's true. My mother is a very lazy woman. She often doesn't fold the quilt or sweep the floor. The wardrobe is always in a mess. Sometimes she can stay at home for a day in her pajamas. This room often smells of smoke, too. Strictly speaking, she is not a good mother at all, let alone a bad mother.
During that time, I was dissatisfied with my mother for the first time and the last time, and I didn't want to mention her to my classmates. In addition, the students rumored that my mother was a very disorderly woman, as if she had an affair with a man with a family when she was a student.
Speaking of which, I have to talk about my father.
I've been thinking, what kind of man would want to marry a woman like her mother? I didn't know my mother was never married until I was about ten years old. I was adopted by her. In terms of age, she is twenty years older than me, but at best she is my sister.
Anyway, I didn't explain my life story to my classmates after I knew it.
This kind of thing is often worse, save some saliva and talk to me. This is what mom said.
Because of this "unknown origin", I am often isolated at school. Long-term loneliness makes me seem silent and boring at school, and I can only fight with my mother when I go home.
12 birthday, my mother said to me, "I feel very sorry. I became your mother, but not out of love for you, just because I was a little lonely. Finding you to fill my emptiness ... I feel mean and cowardly. I've been cold to you, haven't I? I'm afraid to interfere with you, afraid that close life and feelings will change you. Because in that case, I will assume the responsibility for you ... I'm sorry, I dare not and I'm not qualified to ask you to forgive me. I just hope that ... you don't expect too much from me. "
I don't think it is as serious as she said. We live a good life like this. There is no such thing as forgiveness, meanness, responsibility and guilt.
But mom doesn't think so. She has been deeply blaming herself.
From that day on, I found that my mother is a very complicated person. She's too good for me. But on the other hand, isn't she cruel?
I think she should be a modern person, and modern people can't understand her.
Some people say that modern people are three-dimensional: pay attention to the image, enrich the inside and master the future.
But my mom, she doesn't have to pay attention to her image. Her every move is elegant and beautiful, even changing with her clothes. For example, when wearing sportswear, the movements will be exaggerated and irregular. When she wears women's clothes, she behaves like a lady in a novel (although she is so untidy at home).
As for enriching the heart, I don't think she needs it at all. Her mind is full of secrets, and no one dares to say that she is shallow.
Grasp the future ... she always stands outside the secular world, looks at all the changes in the world coldly, and then slowly expresses her shocking views. She doesn't follow any trends, but she always has her own style. So, she is her, and no one can replace her. Although she always thinks she is ordinary, it's useless to be ordinary. )
After I was fifteen, I got to know my mother more comprehensively.
I found her like a ghost-don't get me wrong, I mean, she's getting more and more mysterious. She seldom laughed at first, and often stayed in the room, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window. Silence, as if he were dead.
I know, she is thinking very serious questions. But what is the problem? I did not ask her. Because I think she will lie to me.
Then I realized that what I saw in the previous fifteen years was just my mother's "face". Her heart has been hidden in front of me. Her world has been avoiding me.
I want to walk in. I want to know her heart.
I don't know why, this idea is stronger than any of my previous ideas.
"Human beings are very fragile. You will die for anything. Daggers, poison, roads ... and even some vegetables may kill people. Even if nothing happens, people will still be lonely and die of old age quietly. Compared with accidental death, old age is just more pain. So I have always felt that there is not much difference between death and life. " My mother smiled and said to me, "I don't know what happiness is in this life." But I hope you can find happiness. "
"... don't you feel happy? Is it because you don't believe anyone will love you at all? "I'm serious.
She froze.
"I think so too. I always thought that no one would love me and no one would tolerate me. Except for you.-My mother. Or you just out of a sense of responsibility to me, but I regard you as my only ... "I vaguely spit out a few words.
"The only what?" She asked me.
I changed the subject. "Maybe I don't understand you, maybe I will never understand you, but no one can replace your importance to me. As long as I am by your side, I can feel warm. So ... so, I think happiness is being with my mother. "
After saying this hypocritical truth, my face turned red.
But she still didn't speak and looked at me quietly.
Just when I was about to get up and leave because I couldn't stand this embarrassing atmosphere, she suddenly grabbed me, threw herself on my back and whispered, "Thank you."
From the opposite mirror, I saw her face-it was a real and heartfelt smile.
I feel very happy.
I finally got to know her better.
But my happiness didn't last long.
The next morning, I found that she put on a mask again and shut me out again. When I tried to walk into her heart again, I found that I had never walked into her heart.
Her "thank you" is probably just a simple "thank you".
That winter, two days before her birthday, I went to other places by train alone and visited the school where I was going to study after the winter vacation. By the way, I bought a box of chocolates for my mother-she always likes this childish food.
When I got home, I was shocked.
The room was unexpectedly neat, everything was spotless, the cushions on the sofa were neatly placed, the floor was shiny, and even the wardrobe was cleaned.
On the kitchen table, there are two plates, two knives and forks, unlit candles, and a note: I have bought a cake, which is in the refrigerator:)
Just as I was reading the note with a smile, my neighbor came.
They only said one thing: she died and committed suicide.
There is a piece of blood on her bed. There is a decorative dagger on the floor. On the shiny blade, there is dry dark red blood.
On the table, there is her cosmetic box. Before she cut her wrist calmly, she obviously had a good comb.
I lay on her bed and looked at the ceiling quietly.
I didn't cry, I just closed my eyes and lay down.
I can't believe she's dead, because she died so casually without warning. Just like shopping, you just died.
This is very much like her style. I told myself that sixteen years had fully demonstrated her indifference to life. Maybe today, she suddenly felt satisfied, and now nothing can make her look forward to and pursue, so she committed suicide.
On the day of cremation, I just handed in the formalities and took the urn. I don't have the courage to see her one last time before cremation.
In my imagination, she must be very beautiful
It's beautiful.
On the day of cremation, no relatives came to see her. It is said that her parents are both out of town and both died many years ago. Because of her withdrawn personality, she never had any friends. She has always lived alone. She never keeps a diary or writes prose. Her diary is completely empty. So, she can't understand everything.
Who the hell is she?
From where?
She has no past and no future.
She is like a ghost who came to the world from the nether world, coming and going, leaving nothing behind.
I think, I'm afraid I'm the only one in the world who knows that such a mysterious woman once lived in this corner.
I really want to tell her that when I first confessed to her, I said, "... I have always regarded you as my only love ..."
She will never know.
I cried.
Two months after her death.
Outside the window, the snow is falling quietly. One, two, one thousand ...
It's best to enjoy the famous prose of about 1500 words! Look at Xi Murong's essays. It will be a great inspiration to you ~ ~ ~
Seek the famous essay "Walking" suitable for junior middle school students to read aloud.
The fallen leaves in Zhu Chengyu are tired butterflies.
Feng Jicai calendar
Recommend Su Shuyang's erotic dream.
English songs suitable for junior high school students are relatively simple and should be suitable for junior high school students.
You need to write 500-600 words of landscape lyric prose, not a famous writer. Urgent ~ The snowflake on Christmas Eve is stepping on the bell of Christmas Eve. You come quietly from the distant sky, just like a beautiful angel sent by God, falling into the world with light steps and putting on gorgeous silver for Christmas Eve.
Ah! It's snowing, looking at the white snowflakes flying all over the sky. At this time, I forgot the fatigue of a day's work and enjoyed the beautiful snow scene on Christmas Eve.
At this time, when we look around, snowflakes are like flocks of jade butterflies flapping their wings, sometimes twisting and dancing in the air; Sometimes I will walk with you and whisper; Sometimes I bend over my head, kiss your cheek and talk to you; Sometimes I walk with you in the crowd and have a safe night.
Snowflakes falling from the sky are as white as jade, as light as fog, and like dancing elves. Snowflakes fell on the branches of the road. The branches are covered with shiny silver flowers. When blown by the wind, they are like dandelions all over the sky, and like countless young lives flying in the boundless night sky. The whole city was decorated with snowflakes and turned into a world of pink jade. High-rise buildings have also taken on a new look. Snowflakes also refreshed them on Christmas Eve, putting on snow-white hats and silver scarves and waiting for the city like Santa Claus.
At this moment, I suddenly discovered how beautiful snowflakes are. It has purified the whole city and every corner of our hearts. He came silently, fell softly, and instantly turned into rain and dew, nourishing the thirsty earth, nourishing our hearts and purifying our hearts, as if they were integrated with nature.
The snow is still falling on Christmas Eve. Seeing your arrival, so pure, so beautiful, so moving, let me spend the sleepless Christmas Eve with you. Let happiness accumulate until next season. The rising sun will come out of generate, and the golden light will rise with the steam wheel, penetrate through the layers of fog, and look at every corner of the city with deep affection. Colorful streets, because of the sun's affectionate moment, with Zhao Hui's tenderness, gently faded ivory dream yarn. Silent street lamps have fallen asleep, eyes closed slightly, and pairs of beautiful images are wrapped in sight. After that, I slowly realized.
The fallen leaves lock all the sadness into the night, and the yearning for green leaves is carved into a heart boat. With the seasonal water flow, they cross the cold winter, let the cold current penetrate the body and lower the body temperature to freezing point. But she always treats her sadness lightly, soothes the last fallen leaf with infinite loving eyes, depicts the face of the fallen leaf in her dreams, and secretly misses her every night. Because she believes that the promise of green leaves will not blow like the wind. At the moment, she is capturing the green information on the top of the tree with the eyes of the sun. Sanwen 8.
Ear, the familiar melody is moving, like the rhyme that deepened in the song yesterday, like endless love words, like endless tears. It is always difficult to restrain my ups and downs, and my eyes are quietly moist. In the dim sight, I try my best to find the figure I miss most.
I often think back to that most beautiful night. Although the air is full of honey and sweetness, I still can't help but let tears slide down my fingertips, pen waves protrude, and I store the memories of love, and clearly shed tears from bitter to sweet. That adventurous love is like a romantic TV script. Sweet dialogue is endless tenderness, and touching stories are endless sweetness. Memories of walking whisper the sweet rhythm, forming a love chapter of roses, stroking the agility of the soul, knocking on the fluttering heart door, and singing the immortal legend of love.
That night, the gentle wind with the clouds of love turned into smiling raindrops and gently plunged into the eyes. It is too late to realize the casual panic, and the fragrance of roses is flying all over the sky with the night. From then on, the gentle lingering refused the rainy day, the sweet lens swayed with care and attachment, the sweetness of love was like a quiet warm current, and the language of love was euphemistic like a song. How many times the eyes that want to rain are cleaned by love, even the gentle moonlight can't compare with the eyes that love looks back. Gently lean on the shoulder of love, down-to-earth to express love road no longer wandering. I want to keep this moment and play it every day.
If you love tears, I believe that the blue sky will lose its memory, the sky will be very painful, and the sun will sleep instantly; If you accidentally shed tears, wet the memory of love, and put your feelings into a difficult problem, it must be the winter when love crosses emotions.
Time flies quietly. When we embrace love, we should experience it bit by bit. Tears linger, and broken fragments fall into the edge of dreams with the coming of love.
Outside the window, the whistling leaves call for peace in spring and autumn, much like my endless yearning. Sweet feelings fly with thoughts. In the cold winter, love turns the heart into a bright spring, and along the oath of spring, a piece of green is used to interpret emotions. Looking up at the sky, the clouds of love float to me, holding hands with love and telling the sunset of next season.