Whether in school or in society, everyone has heard of prose, right? Some may also often write essays? Essay usually refers to a genre of prose, which is recorded at will, lyrical, narrative or commentary, and has a short length. Do you know what kind of prose is praised by everyone? The following is my essay on longing. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.
Essay of longing 1 "People create ugly literature with a longing for good feelings."
"It would be nice if you could understand his sadness that he is on the verge of despair, but he still perseveres in trying to create a fragile' clown flower'."
"Although it was completely futile, I was still intoxicated with that hopeless beauty."
"That kind of well-trained adults, at best, is to compromise with their own lives, where did young people learn? From this boring third-rate novel? "
"Am I not a mixture of chaos and self-esteem? Ah, ah, why am I in such a hurry to judge all this? Where did you learn this kind of petty spirit that you have to sort out all your thoughts to survive? "
"I had to grab the Songkhla of the cliff color and climb up. Bear without mottled crescent moon', the bear is looking for a place everywhere. I didn't use drugs to paralyze my brain, and I didn't pretend to be crazy by drinking. I died with an unfettered normal will. Please see clearly that my reason has not become blurred until the last second. However, I silently care about my appearance. I want a clean and depressed shadow. "
"Not depressed, but like a fool. And I didn't think it was as easy and painful as the rumor. I could hardly help screaming "ah-ah-". It's not pleasant at all I tried to whisper until I liked my voice, and then suddenly I couldn't help crying. "
-Osamu Dazai's The Clown Flower &; God of wild talk
Looking forward to the essay 2. Outside the window, the first light snow fell since the spring of this year. ...
Sitting next to the computer, chatting with my classmates about the past, my heart is full of sadness. Although the story happened fifteen years ago, that relationship still reminds me of my passionate love!
With a dream, I walked into the provincial capital. In this big city with a population of one million, I remembered the sad words of this city because of a love affair. It has been more than ten years now. Every time I mention this passage, my heart is full of spiritual comfort as before!
Time is like a song. Although the temperature outside the window has dropped several degrees, the warm breath of spring is still walking in the humid air. Snowflakes, with the warmth of the season, are not as cold as winter, humming the songs of spring in the morning breeze and quietly entering the world. ...
A season is a complete novel, and a relationship is not a memory of our life. Snow is still that piece of snow, crystal clear and white; The wind is still the wind, gentle as water; Green, or that green, dazzling youth! If the memory goes back to fifteen years ago, that love has become a slip of the tongue under my footprints. Listen to the voice behind the figure. Is it wind, snow or green? I was confused at once. Can a beautiful relationship really be abandoned if it is abandoned? Contradictory me, I can't let go of the amorous feelings left in my heart!
The past is the past after all. What reason do we have to let the past affect our present?
Love is like a scenery in our spring, fleeting. When we are not careful, love will pass away like the wind. Looking back, that smile, that recycling, that walking, has already become a beautiful image behind us. Once, I went to that city to do business. In my spare time, I tried to go to the place where I was attached to that emotion and look for that lost memory. People are still bustling, some are hugging, some are crying, perhaps sad or helpless; Someone is wandering, or remembering, or looking for it. ...
Walking in that once familiar place, witnessing the sunset, an infinite loneliness comes quietly, just as my classmates said, our meeting is doomed to face such an ending?
Many years later, in the chat with my classmates, I accidentally remembered that relationship, that thing, that person, and now people are middle-aged, but the memory of life in this spring was originally deeply engraved in my life. When I look back on spring, I feel a little sad, but more is a sincere blessing to the emotion that has gone far on the road of life. That share has not been obtained, but let me know that it is more valuable than having it!
At the moment of parting, it was also a snowy night, and we arrived at the small park where we met many times. In this park of only over 20 square meters, where there are flowers and grass, the moon shadows scattered in this small park bear witness to our love. She held my hand and I hugged her waist, touching. What's it like?
Love has nothing to do with marriage. Now it seems that this sentence really has some truth!
When you are in love, there may be no reason. A look, a smile and a concern can ignite a fire between two men and women. Small spreads life, while big spreads beauty. This is love; But when we are apart, there will be many reasons before love. There is a saying that giving up is also a kind of love. I agree with this reason. It is happy to love someone, and it is also happy to be loved by someone. As someone said, love and being loved are worthy of respect!
Life is an endless book, and love is one of the contents of this book. Whether we go forward, look back, remember, forget, or really come, we will stay in the words of our lives, and so will love; If a person wants to forget his ex's love just for the next love, it is blasphemy against love. What is the value of love?
After reading my own love, I thought of the love of others and the feelings that love is understood, and I suddenly felt an infinite comfort!
It is another season of seed germination. Time can take away our lives, but it can never take away the rhythm of youth in this season. This is the attraction of spring. Now, although the early spring in the north is still bare, there is green under the snow. This greenery starts from people's hearts and continues to be reluctant to go back to the spring!
Spring has come, we are eager, expecting and sowing. This is our mission!
How many such inspiring moments can you meet in your life? It was only yesterday that I remembered that my wonderful childhood was not over. I play hide-and-seek with my friends, catch bugs and play Zizyphus jujuba in the fields. Today, I have entered the age of no doubt. What kind of myself will I be tomorrow? I really don't know how to write here, and the word "desire" flashed through my mind!
Vision is the most beautiful word in our life. As long as our hearts can care for these two words, we will certainly grow up happily under these two words!
Looking forward to the essay "Three Hundred Years of Olympics, A Hundred Years of Dreams"! Now, this dream will come true!
With the approaching of the 2008 Olympic Games, the Olympic torch relay touched the hearts of hundreds of millions of people in China.
With the theme of "harmonious journey" and the slogan of "ignite passion and pass on dreams", the torch relay of Beijing Olympic Games will pass through 2/kloc-0 cities on five continents, pass through 3/kloc-0 provinces, autonomous regions and municipalities directly under the central government, and reach the highest mountain in the world-Mount Everest. The transmission time is 130 days, and the total transmission mileage is about137,000 kilometers. The torch relay of Beijing Olympic Games will be the torch relay with the longest route, the widest scope and the largest number of participants in Olympic history, and will write a glorious chapter in the history of Olympic movement. As a middle school student, I am looking forward to this moment as soon as possible, and I am looking forward to that sacred and great moment. Looking forward to, looking forward to, this day has finally arrived!
On March 24th, 2008 17: 46, in the ancient Olympia, under the banner of the Olympic Games, the eastern and western civilizations complemented each other, and two ancient civilizations, Greece and China, performed this classic scene for people all over the world.
When the flame rises, the whole world is watching, gazing, praying, blessing, recalling and yearning. This sacred and glorious moment belongs to China! As a native of China, I feel happy and proud. At this moment, no matter how beautiful the language is, no matter how beautiful the music is, no matter how wonderful the dance is, it is redundant and difficult to express our feelings. That eternal moment will be engraved in my heart forever.
The Olympic flame, a sacred and pure flame, is burning in the hearts of every Chinese descendant. This is the wish of the people of China and the hope of the people of China. No matter what, it can't put out the flame of enthusiasm. The Olympic flame, which represents the sportsmanship of fair competition in the Olympic Games, will also be transmitted to every Olympic participant, including all athletes, staff and spectators, along with the torch relay and illumination. Seeing the grand and warm scene on the TV screen, I want to join the torch relay and feel the light and warmth brought by the flame. Although we are far from Beijing, my heart has already flown to Beijing!
I am looking forward to the Olympics, longing for the Olympics, and my heart is beating with the Olympics. I feel the spirit and enthusiasm of the flame, apply this energy to my study, listen carefully, finish my homework on time, and actively participate in various practical activities, so that I can develop morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically in an all-round way, become an excellent student and make a gift for the Beijing Olympic Games.
I don't know when it began to get cold, and I don't know when it entered the clear autumn. Forget the fleeting time, forget the noisy and messy emotions in the fleeting time. When I wrote my diary yesterday, I remembered that it was already October. It was really fast. There are still two months left. This year passed, and I left the world in a hurry. What did I leave behind this year?
In September, I entered the third grade, joined a new group, and started a completely different life, nervous, busy and exciting.
Until now, I still feel a little sick. Unconsciously, the weekend is gone, and the only Sunday is still used for homework. The seven-day National Day holiday became three days. I played for one day and made up my homework for two days. I watched people carrying travelling bags and silently carrying heavy schoolbags. There are more newspapers in three days than in a week I am troubled by "going to school" and "taking the senior high school entrance examination" every day, which makes me feel what pressure is.
I began to think about something I had never considered: should I give up my only hobby? The teacher said that by the third grade, the mobile phone can be put down, the TV can be turned off, the broadband can be unplugged, and interests such as basketball and music should stop. What we should do is devote ourselves to learning.
What the teacher said has little influence on me. My mobile phone is hardly used, and I'm too lazy to watch TV. I'm not interested in soap operas with the same plot, and I can't play basketball. As for surfing the Internet, I didn't play games. My computer can be said to be purely learning-assisted. I like listening to music, but I can't sing five notes.
However, it is really hard for me to give up writing. If I can't write, where can I put my mind? There are no friends to talk to, only one or two get along, and I rarely send a Q. I can only express my feelings by writing a diary. At first, the teacher agreed. She said it would help improve my writing ability. But when I write more and more diaries, I find my composition is getting worse and worse. The teacher doesn't like my writing at all, and I don't like this kind of literary thing either. It is a little difficult for me to write something as old as others, so my composition is habitually marked as failing.
Many people say that my article is well written, at least better than non-mainstream decadence, but teachers often don't like Taigu's constant innovation. I can only say that the teacher is rigid, but this can only be said orally. After all, she is a teacher, and I began to think about whether to give up. Although my answer is very clear, maybe I should give up, because the teacher said my article was hopeless, so I might as well recite a few notes and only pass.
I write because I like it from the bottom of my heart, not to give teachers high marks, but because there are often contradictions between ideals and reality. Is writing prose and poetry doomed to failure? Is the teacher's viewpoint obsolete or the composition grading method obsolete? I don't know. I don't know whether I should go with the flow or not.