Guarding composition 1 The street lamp in my impression is always so elegant, standing on the sidewalk gracefully, bowing to passers-by, whether or not I always wander by the roadside, it seems that I can't see it and never get tired. In the broad daylight, the iron-gray body covered with poster color is unremarkable. Lonely street lamp, only the big tree around me extended a comforting hand and put on a green hat for her.
It was raining in the evening, as if it smelled of morning dew. The artificial dim light in the wet lampshade, like many bright moons hanging on the ground, cuts into a color with the full moon in the sky, drawing a silver-white fine window screen for the road. The iron-gray body turned into a beautiful light, showing a mixed brilliance.
When the rainy season comes, the air at night smells as mysterious as rotten soil. Under the dim light, swarms of moths can always be seen, dancing all kinds of strange dances like fire. But I don't know that gentle light is a trap of terror, and the pale street lamp stands there mercilessly, waiting for death. Romantic, she became the entrance to hell, and many moths died tragically because of her charm. At this time, the beautiful light revealed an evil face.
Street lamps, which glow in the dark, are also emitting mysterious colors. Iron gray body has fatal attraction, is the tomb of insects, but also the guardian of the night. It is the embodiment of ugliness, but it is also a symbol of beauty.
The place where the guardian sleeps is the monument, which is also the deepest part of people's hearts.
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It was one night, and you and I sat at the table. But unlike before, I have your urn opposite. A thin layer of wood separates the two worlds. It's right in front of you, but I can't touch your head anymore.
I looked at you blankly, and time hurried by at that time. As always, the full moon hangs in the vast darkness, emitting the white light that is not dazzling.
It seems that God is too sentimental. I don't know when it began to rain endlessly, but it also made the night even more horrible, like a fierce beast with its teeth bared. How I wish you were here at this moment. Looking back on your two years with me, I shed tears unconsciously. "Bang" thunder exploded in the rain, and it rained even harder, turning into a gauze dress, but wearing this sinister shady scene was even more eerie.
I hold your urn tightly, and I am afraid that the moonlight will spill on the earth and on my window, but I still can't dispel the darkness around me and the fear and loneliness in my heart.
"Boom", thunder and the roar of fierce beasts seem to be competing with moonlight, the moon and you.
I don't know when the rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed and the scary beast disappeared. I looked up at the sky, looked for the moon, looked for you, but found nothing. I looked at the wooden box, your urn, smiled, and then shed tears silently.
I found a yellow marker and drew a moon on the wooden box, a full moon with white light.
Everyone has a guardian, who will silently guard you alone whenever and wherever. Even though, two worlds apart.
-P.S.
Heaven, a distant, mysterious and desirable country, is so pure and profound.
I met you by chance.
We talked for a long time ... and talked a lot ...
You said you like gouache and calligraphy. I can't help sighing. Why can't I see it? You used to be a hidden genius!
You said that your ideal is to be a biologist. The sigh in my heart can't help but arise spontaneously. Really ambitious!
You said you liked silver gray. Suddenly, I was shocked, and there was a trace of sadness in your words. What is your world like?
You asked me if I like to laugh. I have a superficial understanding of your heart-you are too depressed, and there is not much laughter in your inner world! In order to get to know you better, I replied: No. ...
You always make me feel deeply sad. Your fragility is like a broken glass bottle. ...
The impression of heaven is always deserted, and your heart is like heaven. Everything you say always makes me feel a little pity. There is always an impulse to be nice to you and make you laugh. I can't see your world. It feels like heaven ... but you will always be in heaven, with no color, no laughter, only silver gray and silence. ...
You, the guardian of heaven, can you make me laugh in your heaven? Can I color your heaven?
Let me be your angel in heaven! Guardian of heaven!
Sometimes when you watch the news, you will see reports that parents are looking for missing children. Some of these children who were separated from their parents were lost unintentionally, and some were taken away by traffickers. They can't see their parents and relatives. I am sad and angry. I want to be an inventor and invent the "guardian" of children.
The "guardian" I want to invent is a magical car, as warm and powerful as "Dabai". This car is made of bulletproof material, even the rocket launcher can't explode, but its body is very small, and it is a square with a side length of about two meters, which can accommodate four minors. There is a state-of-the-art machine gun on the roof, which can fire water bombs. If you use it to smash the car glass, it will crack in half a minute. Its greatest power can make an adult stay in the hospital for a month.
The car is also equipped with the most advanced communication equipment, so that children can find their way home no matter where they are and get in touch with their parents in time; It can also inform the police at the first time, and the police can track and arrest the bad guys wherever they go.
There is also a "universal box" in the car. Although it is small, it contains many inexhaustible daily necessities: food, water, medicine ... You just need to move your mouth and it will automatically pop up what you need. All instructions can only come from children, because all the functions in this car only recognize children's fingerprints and voices. With this car, when children go to school or travel, the chances of getting lost will be reduced; This car will be a good "guardian" if the trafficker tries to kidnap.
With this invincible guardian, I hope future children will be safer. I know it's all on my own. Only by studying hard and studying hard can the dream of owning such a car be realized as soon as possible!
You planted that locust tree, which, like you, is flourishing and leaves a shade for the courtyard. In spring, Sophora japonica exudes an elegant fragrance, which reminds me of you-grandma.
I remember you said that you wanted me to be a strong person. When I was a child, I always fell down. I looked at you on the ground, but you walked away, leaving me to cry, then drying my tears and telling me to learn to be strong.
You said you wanted me to be a sharing person. Before you took me to buy candy, I always wanted to keep it all for myself. You saw a crying child on the side of the road, gave him a lot of candy and took him to his mother. I am very unhappy because I feel like a duck flying away. I know you are angry when I see your wrinkled brow and downward corners of your mouth. Later you told me not to be too selfish, but to know how to share, so that others would be willing to make friends with you.
You said you wanted me to be a person who cherishes the present. I remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I didn't take my study seriously and lied because I didn't finish my homework. You were angry when you knew it, but it was a sigh. "You don't cherish it now, and you will regret it when your hair turns white." I still remember your sentence clearly.
What you like best is wearing a navy cardigan, sitting under the fragrant locust tree in the spring afternoon, enjoying the warm sunshine, and the silver hair is particularly beautiful against the white flowers. But now that the flowering period has passed, the white flowers have fallen, and the only struggling floret has been dragged down by the wind-
You followed it and never came back. ...
The scent of Sophora japonica attracted cicadas. In midsummer, withered Sophora japonica will stay in the old courtyard that has not been cleaned for a long time, forever and ever. ...
In June, it fell, but you opened it in my heart.
Guarding Composition 6 "Where did the spring come from, where is the spring ..." With the wonderful and cheerful melody, we came to a wonderful place.
Listen! Who is playing the piano? A beautiful voice pops up, "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic," a child walks by, and the breeze blows the child's hair to one side. The child quickly grabbed it with his hands, and the naughty one didn't know where he had gone. Oh, I see it. Right there. Look, busy! Like a clever girl, she dyed the branches green, the branches of peaches and apricots red and the clusters of winter jasmine yellow with her dexterous hands. Oh, the spring breeze!
Listen! Who is singing that beautiful voice? "Tick-tock, tick-tock," a child walked over, and a "tick-tock" dripped on the child's head, cold and cold, dripping on the child's face ... It ran away, ran to the mountain stream, ran to the field, ran to the grassland, ran to the forest ... No wonder everyone said, "It's a good time to know the rain, when spring happens."
It was spring rain!
Listen! Who is playing the drums? "Boom, boom," a child just walked by and gave it a big jump with a bang. Another kind of voice, like a reminder that flowers are blooming and crops are sprouting.
Listen! Who is ringing the bell, throwing a golden light, sharp as a sword, accompanied by thunder. Oh, everyone knows it's lightning, it's playing with passion.
It is releasing heartily, cheering and cheering for the spring rain.
Storm, lightning and thunder, what a harmonious family, gentle wind, affectionate rain, passionate thunder and electricity, I know you are telling us: "beautiful spring is coming."
Teacher, when I think of you, I will think of hardworking gardeners and hardworking bees. Gardeners water and fertilize delicate flowers every day, and catch insects in the garden ... bees fly around among flowers every day, diligently collecting honey. You, too, give us lessons in class every day, teach us a wealth of knowledge, and take pains to explain our mistakes; Even sacrificed their own rest time to correct our homework; When a classmate is sick, you will give us meticulous care and care ... This reminds me: "Who will you work for after picking flowers into honey?"
Teacher, when I think of you, I think of a big ship, carrying us forward steadily in the vast ocean. You not only taught us a lot of knowledge, but also taught us a lot of truth about being a man, so that we can not only swim in the ocean of knowledge, but also understand that we should learn to listen to other people's speeches and respect every classmate. You told us to use polite language, say more please, thank you and sorry, and be a polite boy. As a squadron member, while being strict with yourself, we should also guide others correctly and set an example.
Teacher, when I think of you, I think of those two tall and straight ginkgo trees on campus, guarding our students. When autumn comes, ginkgo orchards will dance and fall to the ground, covering us with a thick golden blanket. We will play on the carpet, which is very interesting. In winter, leaves dive into soft soil and become fertile nutrients, making full preparations for trees to take root and sprout next spring. Teacher, aren't these golden fans you? You have been silently guarding us on the road of our growth and accompanying us to a better future! Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night!
Guarding Composition 8 "Ah ……" Qiqi looked back and saw a man covered in grass, but he was a man like wood, and exclaimed. The remaining three people also looked at it for the first time and were all shocked. That tree man can actually speak Chinese: "God, Sen, the king of the forest! Appeared, finally appeared! " After that, he knelt down and kowtowed and said, "King of the forest, please forgive me for being an ignorant person. I shouldn't have left you. Please forgive me! " All four people were surprised. Lele said, "Old man, who do you think is the king of the forest?" The tree man pointed his trembling finger at Qiqi. "Me? How is this possible! " Lele was puzzled and asked, "Brother, are you the king of the forest?"? I remember you didn't come! " The old man added, "I will never mistake someone for me!" " You obviously have a leaf-shaped birthmark on your back. Legend has it that there is a leaf-shaped birthmark behind the birth of the king of the forest. "
Everyone looked at Kiki's back. It does have a leaf-shaped birthmark, just like Uncle Shu Ren said.
"I am the guardian of this forest, I am a constant. I was ordered to come to this forest and wait for the king of the forest to appear. Many explorers were caught here by me as slaves and never left. Unexpectedly, you are the king of the forest. By the way, king of the forest, what's your name? " "My name is Qiqi. Thank you. "
After breakfast, I ran out of the house and the building. I was surprised to see a white world. ...
Don't get me wrong, it's not crystal snow, but sentimental fog. ...
Fog, like the sentimental "Sister Lin" in A Dream of Red Mansions, is thoughtful but hidden, which makes people unable to guess, touch or even blaspheme, just like a mystery that haunts you for a long time but can make you scratch your head. Perhaps, she has no answer and is dull ... It's like a gentle woman. The mysterious milky white is like a pair of gentle little hands, playfully covering your eyes, isolating you from all unhappiness and enjoying the peace in the morning. ...
Gradually, the sun rose a little and the temperature gradually rose. Although the fog is reluctant, it can only lift her outermost veil ... I can already see the figure, and there are several birds flying over the treetops in the distance. ...
When I arrived at the school gate, the fog thinned. Walking on the road, you can already see a figure shaking on the playground ten meters away, but unexpectedly, the playground has lost its former excitement but ushered in a long-lost peace. ...
Finally, the fog took off her last layer of spun yarn. I longed to see her face clearly, but she disappeared silently for a long time. ...
After class, everyone is still talking about the wonderful scene just now. I think the fog came and went silently, probably because it understood that silence is golden. ...
Goodbye! Fog that comes and goes without a trace!
Guarding composition 10 "du-"sailed, and I was attracted by the lake. The green lake is like an innocent emerald breeze blowing across the lake. Layer after layer of ripples, round and round, like gentle ripples on the lake, and like the wind and waves whispering, mysterious and slightly inaudible. Groups of white areas hover over our heads, guarding this beautiful lake like angels in white on the lake. They are enclaves, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. They fly in the blue sky, as if showing off their snow-white wings; They leaned over the lake and skimmed; They're yelling, It seems to tell people to give me some snacks. .......................................................................................................................................... .................... Mountain, water, willow trees on the shore and Bai Ou on the lake constitute a harmonious and beautiful landscape painting of Taihu Lake. Distant mountains are looming in the confused clouds, undulating, water green as blue, just like the sky. I can't tell what the blue sky is, what Taihu Lake is connected with the sky, and the sky is connected with the water. There is an island in the middle of the lake, very small. Is that an upturned head? How swaggering! Unconsciously, the ship has landed, and the cool breeze brings the breath of spring, which is refreshing.
This round-headed pig really deserves its reputation. The scenery here is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery here makes me linger.
Guarding composition 1 1 Mr. Huang, the class teacher who taught us in grade four. She has slender hair, a small mouth like a cherry and an elastic face like a white cloud. Unlike other female teachers, she wears beautiful clothes every day, but she wears plain clothes.
She is very considerate. Once, a classmate saw the dragon boat I made and sarcastically said, "Is this a dragon boat?" I think it's a car! "Then, I was left with a malicious laugh ... I was so sad, but my tears were rejected and I had to hold back my sadness. When Mr. Huang knew this, my heart seemed to be broken. What would the teacher think? I walked up to her with a red face, which surprised me, but she said, "Wang Qianhui, I'm sorry, the teacher didn't find out in time! "I walked out of the classroom and spilled a string of pearls. ...
She seems to have changed. In an exercise book, Mr. Huang wrote such a sentence that shocked my heart: "Teacher, whenever I see you write" I'm sorry "in the reflection of the math test paper, it brings me a pain that shocks my heart, but the teacher doesn't care much about you!" Looking at it, I was lost in thought and admired the spirit of the teacher!
Miss Huang, a thoughtful, unique and simple teacher! These two things will never be forgotten by me. Miss Huang has been silently accompanying me in my heart forever!
Guardian composition 12 in order to pay attention to speed, the boss of the shadow legion sent his men to attack the Vongola base directly, so a war was on the verge. In the blink of an eye, they attacked the door. At this time, there was a loud noise in the sky and a tornado fell from the sky. I saw the guardian of the wind standing on the tower shouting, only you dare to come? Look at me. Just as he was talking, several tornadoes were summoned ... This startled the Shadow Legion, and they fled one after another. However, the Shadow Legion is unique, and the whirlwind is eliminated with three strokes. It also summoned a red dragon to attack the guardian of the wind. At the critical moment, the sky suddenly rang wildly and red lightning hit the red dragon. At this time, the guardian of lightning came. See. The Shadow Legion saw that the Red Dragon was dead ... so it tried to escape. However, a shadow appeared, weighed the insulating protective cover, and then aimed the laser gun at the two guardians. Suddenly, the sky was filled with fog and I couldn't see my fingers. Shadow nasty, a burst of volley, but hit the shield, bounce and die. Then the guardian of the fog said, fog, look. In fact, the shadow belongs to the shadow legion ... two generals of the shadow legion died, and the shadow boss went into battle in a rage. Now, the real war is coming. The first generation of Pongler knew. Send out all the other guardians. As a result, each guardian released his skills. Who knew it wouldn't work? In order to defend the family, everyone risked their lives to unlock the seal. Then I woke up. Power is awakened. ...
Finally, everyone decided to use this skill. As a result, the greatest skill in history-"mourning the soul" was unsealed and the world trembled. Sad music makes all evil forces disappear. Peace finally returned to the world, but Vongola became a myth. Nobody remembers. Until that day, people began to pray for the arrival of the devil. Pray that someone can defeat the devil!
City Grade 6: Lv Hao
Guardian composition 13 dad's baby is a beautiful flower. He is the guardian of plants.
Every morning when he takes me to class, my father will water the flowers first, lest the plants die of thirst in the sun all day. After work, I will water the flowers before coming into the house. My father cares about his beloved plants all day.
Under the care of his father, his baby grew up and thrived. Some small plants need a bigger home, and Dad began to look for a bigger flowerpot to hold his hard-working baby. Dad is like the father of a plant, so kind and careful.
Once the flowers in our family were stolen, and one of them was my father's favorite flower, which showed that my father was very unhappy. But dad didn't give up. He planted it from scratch and has grown very big now.
Recently, my father added several treasures, some of which were planted by my grandfather. Knowing that my father is good at plants, he asked my father to take care of them.
On the top floor of my grandfather, there is a garden. I have whatever I want. My father sometimes helps my grandfather grow vegetables together and becomes his good assistant.
My mother often tells me that if my homework is about plants, I will ask my grandfather and father if I can fail them.
My father's baby, except my home, is these plants. A person who can love plants and take care of people is even more problematic.
Guarding composition 14 huahua-a person sweeping the floor in the middle of the road, with a broom in his hand, wearing a white mask and orange clothes. This is because he thinks that an old man in his 500 s has a dark face and often sweeps the floor near my home. I call him the guardian of the city. Every time I see the old man, I feel shabby.
I can see the old man sweeping the floor with a broom very early. I hurried in and asked him, "Why do you have to sweep the floor when you are so old?" He smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, but what will our city be like if no one comes to do this work?" You can imagine. "In the evening, I saw the old man still sweeping the floor there. I admire it very much, because there are many stalls near my home, and the stall owners litter, so much garbage is turning into mountains. The old man has to sweep it more than seven times a day.
I remember once, the old man was ill, very ill. His children can't come back because they are working outside. Knowing that their father was tired every day, the children called to persuade the old man not to do it. The old man died and swept the floor with illness. His story is circulated everywhere and everyone knows it. Now everyone is actively involved in this job, and now I can't see a piece of garbage near my home anymore.
Although this job is not a coffin, they guarantee that we can keep this good mood every day. We should thank them and pay tribute to the guardians of the city!
The Guardian Composition 15 When I first read The Guardian under the Wooden House, I was attracted by its beautiful words, and it was easy to bring you into the artistic conception described by it, so that once I picked it up, I forgot to put it down.
Abandoned by her master, this female tabby cat with twins came to an ancient jungle, where she met an old hound ranger who could sing blues and established a deep friendship with him. After she gave birth to twins Sabine and Parker, she lived trembling but happily with her old dog to avoid the vicious needlefish face.
In the same forest, on the roots and branches of a thousand-year-old tree, there is a beautiful jar. Grandma Moka Alessandro Ferreira Leonardo, a water snake family, is much older than the one thousand years old in the jar. After being deceived by human beings, she became a snakeskin and never took it off. Later, she found her daughter walking at night. She loves her so much that she can't fulfill the happiness of nocturnal travel, and regards the departure of nocturnal travel as betrayal. She hates it, and the venom accumulates in the cotton mouth, the price! She thought so, and her dark blue skin shone with hatred.
These two seemingly unrelated lives are inextricably linked. Tabby cats love their old dogs as much as their children, and grandparents love nocturnes as well. One lost his life for love, and the other was imprisoned for thousands of years for love, with hatred and resentment.
Finally, grandma finally learned to love and chose love. She bit off Lan Jie's chain, helped an old dog and twin kittens, and saw her granddaughter when she was dying.
Sometimes, love is not possession, but giving, understanding and satisfaction. When we love others, don't be blinded by love. When others love us, although it may be in the wrong way, we still have to open our arms and embrace a fiery heart with the warmest embrace.