Did you get a look at him?
My dear you. Full of youthful passion.
Such as freshly plucked tender green willow branches, swaying slightly in the green.
The skirt leisurely in the middle of the water is the same as yours.
My graceful posture is full of hope.
Did you get a look at him?
Honey, you are like a bell.
The hazy ideal and the rising sun in Shaoyue.
Like white beads, full of enchanting blazing light.
But still soft and melancholy, confused in the details of the future.
Growing up, looking up at the light in your heart.
Youth is only once, why can't you wander?
If you see the mirror image of the wind and Jingming, there are only patterns.
Dear you, did you see it? This pattern of youth.
Chapter two: 800-word composition of Lost Time.
Gorgeous snowflakes dotted with loneliness in winter, the window sill woke up, and the world left in the pupil was too painful to look back. The breeze is mixed with the rich smell of gasoline and the rust smell of metal, chasing time in the direction of the season.
In a corner of time, there is a golden age, a picture that has never been immersed in human vicissitudes. In this crumbling world, there is a Bai Lianhua-like fragrance, which contains a neglected light.
I used to fantasize that I could still stay in that time and savor the almost transparent blue. However, the present cruelty cannot tolerate anything to disturb its selfishness. The dam of dreams can't stop the torrent of reality after all. In this crowded little world, I can still do what I am as small as gravel, that is to keep a clear dream in my heart and sing that clear nursery rhyme.
Childhood is the best stage of life. At that time, children were a flower and a fruit, a hazy intelligence, an endless activity and a strong desire. -Balzac
If I were at that time, I could tell my hard-working parents that no matter what the world is like, their son will always love them.
If I were at that time, I could bring them pure happiness, joy and warmth, and make them happy and loving.
If I were still at that time, I could sing them a nursery rhyme with a tender voice and sing out my happiness. In a certain evening, everyone quietly blooms the brightest smile, as beautiful as sunset and as pure as lily.
The running water flows slowly but firmly. ...
More than a dozen Spring Festivals have passed, and now the Spring Festival is coming again. In this noisy atmosphere, that time has already become thin, and this past reality can only become the present past, sealed in the deepest part of memory.
On the coordinate axis of time, now is the origin, make a parabola of y = x 2, the second quadrant represents the past and the first quadrant represents the future. The past always takes care of the future, but with the passage of the time axis, it is getting farther and farther away from the present time. ...
I set foot on the road of youth, I clearly feel the passage of time, the promotion and urging of time, like an invisible hand, telling you precious significance. ...
With meditation on past encounters and life, tears gently flow on the grass on the road of youth. I wonder if this soft grassland will bloom everywhere in 2008 to commemorate my lost happiness.
The west wind is getting old and the sun is setting.
Move forward firmly. I know that those beautiful fantasies can only be fantasies after all. I am no longer in that era, and those beautiful fantasies are so close to me, but more distant.
The water still flows slowly and steadily. ...
Article 3: No regrets. Composition 1000 words
The quicksand is like light, and the shadows fluctuate in the chaotic flowers. I've read about wounds for thousands of years. The quicksand years have taken away the ups and downs that can be fluttered with the wind, leaving a long-lasting fragrance. ..................................................................................................................
It's another spring. I look forward to the blue sky through the dense green branches and leaves. White clouds float in the blue sky with the wind. I slept by the river in my hometown, talking quietly with nature, and the breeze mixed with flowers was blowing slowly towards me. Today, thousands of years have just begun, and the footprint of history seems to be still in sight. Standing by the river of the years, watching the water slide gently, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds sink in Yun Qi. Inadvertently, a petal slipped gently and fell into a calm sea of hearts, which seemed to arouse some ripples in my heart. ...
Years are like the wind, and vicissitudes have changed the sky for you and me.
History paved the way for the rise of new China. As a new human being in the 2 1 century, shouldn't we strive for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation in this spring with infinite scenery? If it is a flower, it must be fragrant; If it is a river, it will run; If it is a bird, it must be high; Even if it is an ordinary grass, it should bloom the most fragrant fragrance in the bottom of my heart!
Perhaps, many people like to say: can spring and winter be far behind? But have you ever thought deeply about what spring represents?
When the grass comes out of the ground, it reveals its little head for the first time, when the first blooming flower appears in front of you, and when the cold winter passes quietly, have you ever thought that spring has come quietly with her gentle steps, and she has taken care of everything with her broad mind and vigorous vitality? "Cold night, spring is flat. Spring has come quietly; " Jasper makeup is as tall as a tree, and it hangs green silk for thousands of years. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Willow branches have been playing with the wind with her soft waist; "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently. "But when you are still asleep, the first expensive spring rain has quietly arrived and moistened everything; ""many branches are easy to fall, and the buds will be discussed in detail. "The war scenes in spring will slowly open; There are also "the spring water in the Yangtze River is green, and the lotus leaves are as big as money", "the grass trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple flowers compete for wheatgrass" and "a thousand weak willows and apricots, half of which contain spring rain and half drooping silk", which depict a thriving spring scene.
Therefore, spring represents vitality, positivity and endless fighting spirit. Because she is a new starting point, new hope, just like our youth. If you don't squander your youth, the expiration can only be invalidated; If we don't squander our youth, we will have nothing.
I am immersed in the ink-scented picture scroll, crossing the distance of thousands of years, picking up the mood of drizzle and idle flowers; I walked through the resplendent palaces of Ming and Qing Dynasties, the bustling markets of the seven countries, and all the historical dust, just to sort out my chaotic thoughts, enhance my motivation, and let spring perform all her perfect times.
The quicksand of the years has never stopped, from which I know that in the long journey of life, you have to undergo the baptism of wind knives and frost swords, the test of stormy waves, the tempering of thorns and swamps ... just like you choose the sky, don't long for sunny weather; If you choose the earth, don't long for a smooth road; If you choose the ocean, don't be eager for smooth sailing. ...
In that case, I will be in live high in spring! Meet challenges, remove obstacles, clean up thorns and go forward bravely.
"once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber." I hope we can all draw colorful rainbows in our spring!
Article 4: Writing a composition that seems like a fleeting time.
My life is dribs and drabs, and my heart has a Qian Qian knot. Green, the garden of youth, is the most addictive taste. Taste the water of life with your tongue, and you will have thousands of feelings. At the end of the blue sky, after discovering the beauty of the sky, there will be seven-color rainbows with your eyes. It turns out that life has always been beautiful. Because of its clarity, you will see that it is a reflection of life.
Seeing yourself in the water will keep you young when you are "nervous" every day. As long as you don't miss any time, look at you living in the water. You will find the meaning of life. But everyone will only close their eyes in front of the reflection, "fast asleep" and don't know that time leaves quietly like running water. When you open your eyes, can you believe it? Face it again?
The beginning of every day is born after refreshing with clear running water. We are busy with life and have troubles every day, and we will never forget them before the end of the day. At the beginning of the next day, I began to be busy with heavier burdens. Time, like water, is the best way to dilute all sadness. Why should we care so much about yesterday? Shouldn't we care about tomorrow
When you meet happiness and family, shouldn't you hold on to it? Shouldn't we have a taste of life? When encountering danger, should we escape or face it? Do you dare to break him with your hands in the years like water? Or close to it and face it silently?
Bury youth with records, wash years with running water, cherish warmth with thoughts, and face the truth with indifference. Isn't this the life of water? You know, we subverted the whole world just to straighten my reflection.
Water can be as swift as a raging torrent.
Gentle as a stream.
I can be "lively" when the tiger is out of control.
Quiet as a rabbit.
Isn't this what water and people, reflection and life have in common?
Time is like running water, time is like brocade. I'm the one who tidied up all the "fleeting moments" in memento mori.
Article 5: Love is like a fleeting time.
There is an eternal love in the world that has always been with me. It is the greatest love in the world-maternal love.
I think there is a gift in the world called "Mom", which is the best gift from God. It will help us solve problems and enjoy happiness with us.
Today, as soon as I got home, I said to my mother loudly, "Mom, I love you and thank you for your dedication to me for so many years." After listening, my mother couldn't restrain her excitement and picked me up. She didn't listen and said, "My daughter has finally grown up. Don't worry about me!" " My mother cried when I said this. I couldn't help feeling a lot when I looked at the silver thread on my mother's head!
In the past, my family was not rich. The income of nearly 2000 yuan a month has enabled my mother to support this incomplete family. My parents divorced when I was 3 years old. My mother raised me through hard work. In order to make me have a happy childhood, she paid twice or more maternal love to make up for the incomplete fatherly love.
Once I had a fever, and my mother was so anxious that she rushed me to the hospital. The doctor said it was a cold, and my mother always blamed herself for not taking good care of me. When I hung up the water again, I saw that all the other children were accompanied by their parents, so I asked where mom and dad were. This sentence is deeply rooted in my mother's heart like a thorn. My mother said to me, "Dad is on a business trip!" " "I said," I'm on a business trip. I am on a business trip. It's always like this. I don't think we should be left behind! " "Mom cried, I also cried. I said, "mom, I'm sorry I won't say it next time!" " Mother said sadly, "Good boy, it's mother who is sorry for you!" " ""I learned later that this is a divorce, and I am also afraid of "separation" here. Because it made me lose my father and my father's love.
Later, I also heard from my uncle that once my mother had a stomachache, and my uncle accompanied my mother to check. I found a small spot on my mother's kidney, which is suspected to be a malignant tumor. So the success rate of surgery as soon as possible is still 85%. But my uncle said that my mother didn't want to live or die, and that what should I do if the operation was not successful, so she must work hard to earn money now and leave some money for me. My uncle didn't believe that my mother had a malignant tumor, so he went to the hospital and said that it was just a common stomachache caused by frequent skipping breakfast. Although there was no malignant tumor, I was moved by what my mother did.
Motherly love is selfless and great. Motherly love is like a turbulent sea, like a trickle, quiet but long, with sunshine-like kindness and warmth. This kind of maternal love will accompany us to the ends of the earth, to the ends of the earth, to the ups and downs of life, to the joys and sorrows.