"We are all children who can't play ball." Wood looked sad, so he dragged me around every corner of this town, and finally we all collapsed to the ground.
"Do you think your desire to play basketball has been made up?" "No, I just want to exercise." I have to continue my dream-a sweet dream-and run with him at the same time. When I looked up to wipe my sweat, I saw a dream in the eyes of wood.
"I want to write down my dream," I said to the wood. Wood just looked silent.
When I was ready to start writing, I found that I could not express myself well. I said to myself, "You should learn to write articles this week." The next day, the wood still dragged me through these streets. I walked around and found that I was surrounded by my favorite French phoenix tree.
But I didn't find it before. Just when I secretly called Wei, Fang Mu ran into the bookstore. When Mu Ran walked out of the bookstore, he was holding a copy of "Professor XX teaches you to write articles".
I was suddenly shocked to see the word professor, because it was a word instilled in me by everyone since I was a child, so I picked it up unnaturally and put it in my pocket and ran away. At this time, I saw the wood covering my chest in the dazzling sunshine. It was a painful expression. "Nothing, nothing," Wood said with a wry smile.
After returning to school, I lay prone on my desk and read the book that once made me despise. There are many theories that I don't understand, such as "quoting at the beginning can make the article get high marks, and using metaphors can add value." I flipped through the book and saw the title "Professor XX teaches you to write articles".
I'm a little suspicious of my eyes. I am a professor. How can I make a mistake between the topic and the content? Maybe a good article is equal to a high score in people's eyes. "Is the article written for the exam?" I asked wood.
"Are you writing a dream for the exam?" Wood asked me. I shook my head.
Four "Go to eat noodles." Wood said.
I answered "Yes". So wood and I ran in the cool autumn wind and ran through street after street.
The surprised eyes of passers-by made us smile. The wind cuts on my face, which really hurts.
But when I saw that they were all wrapped up in clothes and wanted to go home quickly, I found it very free and easy. Once again, after the row of French phoenix trees, the branches that once grew freely have been trimmed neatly. I seem to see children without edges and corners laughing at us, but their appearance makes me feel distressed.
"They can't help themselves," Wood said. "I know."
I know that one day Wood and I will be like that, and we will be helpless. The wood is still silent.
In the noodle restaurant, I was carrying a bowl of steaming noodles, and the pure white hot air mixed with the smell of pepper rushed into my eyes, so tears unconsciously dripped down my cheeks, but these cold tears did not make the hot air smaller. "I want to go to Tibet," Wood whispered.
"I want to go, but we don't have time and money, and nothing can make us go to Tibet. Moreover, we have to go to school and get into good high schools and universities. " "Yes, you must go to college."
"Don't you want to go to college?" Then I saw the tears of wood dripping on my face. We couldn't eat two bowls of noodles, so we got up and planned to leave.
The moment I stepped out of the door, I heard the proprietress say, "Today's children …" Fifthly, I wove it with a dream I caught on the weekend. "I will be happy after reading the wood."
I think. Go to morning reading for the first time on Monday. I wanted Wood to see my dream earlier, but I sat at my desk until the school bell rang in the afternoon, and the wood desk was still empty.
Xiao Si went to the mailroom and got me a postcard that said, "The scenery in the hospital is very monotonous." When I walked through the basketball court alone, I raised a ball and threw it at the basket, but the ball just touched the basket and bounced back. The PE teacher said that my pitching posture was beautiful, but it was not practical. I was running in the street, let the wind blow my face, and the wind slowly said to me, "We are all children who can't play ball."
2. With the 600-word composition "The Wind is Blowing", the basketball turned over the basket and fell straight to the ground.
"We are all children who can't play ball." Wood looked sad, so he dragged me around every corner of this town, and finally we all collapsed to the ground. "Do you think your desire to play basketball has been made up?"
"No, I just want to exercise."
I have to continue my dream-a sweet dream-and run with him at the same time. When I looked up to wipe my sweat, I saw a dream in the eyes of wood.
"I want to write down my dream," I said to the wood.
Wood just looked silent.
two
When I was ready to start writing, I found that I could not express myself well. I said to myself, "You should learn to write articles this week."
The next day, the wood still dragged me through these streets. I walked around and found that I was surrounded by my favorite French phoenix tree. But I didn't find it before. Just when I secretly called Wei, Fang Mu ran into the bookstore.
When Mu Ran walked out of the bookstore, he was holding a copy of "Professor XX teaches you to write articles". I was suddenly shocked to see the word professor, because it was a word instilled in me by everyone since I was a child, so I picked it up unnaturally and put it in my pocket and ran away. At this time, I saw the wood covering my chest in the dazzling sunshine. It was a painful expression.
"Nothing, nothing," Wood said with a wry smile.
three
Back to school, I lay prone on my desk and read the book that once made me disdain. There are many theories that I don't understand, such as "quoting at the beginning can make the article get high marks, and using metaphors can add value." I flipped through the book and saw the title "Professor XX teaches you to write articles".
I'm a little suspicious of my eyes. I am a professor. How can I make a mistake between the topic and the content? Maybe a good article is equal to a high score in people's eyes.
"Is the article written for the exam?" I asked wood.
"Are you writing a dream for the exam?" Wood asked me.
I shook my head.
four
"Go and eat noodles." Wood said.
I answered "Yes".
So wood and I ran in the cool autumn wind and ran through street after street. The surprised eyes of passers-by made us smile. The wind cuts on my face, which really hurts. But when I saw that they were all wrapped up in clothes and wanted to go home quickly, I found it very free and easy.
Once again, after the row of French phoenix trees, the branches that once grew freely have been trimmed neatly. I seem to see children without edges and corners laughing at us, but their appearance makes me feel distressed.
"They can't help themselves," Wood said.
"I know."
I know that one day Wood and I will be like that, and we will be helpless.
The wood is still silent.
In the noodle restaurant, I was carrying a bowl of steaming noodles, and the pure white hot air mixed with the smell of pepper rushed into my eyes, so tears unconsciously dripped down my cheeks, but these cold tears did not make the hot air smaller.
"I want to go to Tibet," Wood whispered.
"I want to go, but we don't have time and money, and nothing can make us go to Tibet. Moreover, we have to go to school and get into good high schools and universities. "
"Yes, you must go to college."
"Don't you want to go to college?"
Then I saw the tears of wood dripping on my face. We couldn't eat two bowls of noodles, so we got up and planned to leave. The moment I stepped out of the door, I heard the proprietress say, "Today's children …"
five
I wove it with a dream I caught at the weekend.
"I will be happy after reading the wood." I think.
Go to morning reading for the first time on Monday. I wanted Wood to see my dream earlier, but I sat at my desk until the school bell rang in the afternoon, and the wood desk was still empty. Xiao Si went to the mailroom to get a postcard for me, saying, "The scenery in the hospital is very monotonous."
When I walked through the basketball court alone, I raised a ball and threw it at the basket, but the ball just touched the basket and bounced back. The PE teacher said that my pitching posture was beautiful, but it was not practical.
I was running in the street, let the wind blow my face, and the wind slowly said to me, "We are all children who can't play ball."
Write a 200-word composition with the wind, saying that I have been waiting for the thoughtful September.
Waiting for the dry season, waiting for the harvest of this season. When the leaves fall for me, leaving hope for the Spring Festival, autumn water folds gentle light waves, when the sky is lonely and there is no trace of geese, Shan Ye looks lonely and yellow, and the wind says that I will comfort the withered September.
I'm coming. I rushed over and sang a blessing song. I left footprints in the deep soil. I kissed every face. I filled every corner. I'm coming. The clouds are melodious and the water is stirring. When I hug you, don't run away, don't hide behind the wall, don't hide in the house.
The wind says that I am a hidden paradise girl, and I bring the news of harvest. I am a dancer in September, dancing the melody of life. Why don't you come and enjoy the scenery? Why don't you hold my hand and play games with me, run around the campus and write stories about youth, open thick books and uncover the mystery of the world, and I will whisper in your ear and pick up my childhood memories again. The wind said I was coming. I'm not far from here. There is a blue sky. I have never changed my face. I come from a bad environment.
The first thing I want to teach you is to shout bravely. You should know that lightning and storms will drown cowards, and you should stand up in the strong wind. The second thing I want to teach you is to shout bravely, like turbulence hitting rocks, like a never-ending white sail. As long as the white sail sets sail, there is hope. As long as you are brave, there is hope for China. The wind said I was coming, and I would leave silently. When you make a sound, I can rest in peace, and the fruit is stained with my fragrance. On the way, the wind accompanied me, and I was no longer lonely.
The wind said, look up into other people's eyes and you will be stronger and more determined; The wind said, regain confidence, smile and face success or failure, and you will no longer be depressed and sad; The wind said, clear the sky, relax and face life bravely. The wind said, put away your umbrella, let the rain wet you and let the sun dry you. This is called life.
The wind said, don't dust off loneliness, because it will make him heavier and heavier; The wind said, don't stand under that big tree and pick up fallen leaves, because that big tree is called "Memory" and those fallen leaves are called "Yesterday". Feng said, don't stand in front of the mirror, because her previous life was called "cheating". The wind said, don't blame anyone, because your hearts are different. The wind said, don't envy the clouds in the sky, because she is called "hypocrisy". The wind also said that the days inside are so sad and the outside world is so wonderful! Let's feel life together. Over the sun, through the air, over the soul, towards infinity! The wind shouted, don't forget to take me, take me.
Write a composition about the wind. The wind brings cold, but it can run like hell. I hate winter, but I don't hate the wind, because it wakes me up. Although it brought me back to that shadow, I don't blame it, I am willing.
No matter how the seasons change, the wind will always be our most loyal friend and never leave us.
Looking forward to the fine weather in late winter and early spring to help Beijing bid for the Olympic Games; I hope that next summer, the wind will blow away the cloud of "Black July", spread the news of July 13 victory all over the world, and turn that July into the hottest summer in the global village; Looking forward to autumn and winter, I heard the wind exhorting, calling and howling. Looking forward to every windy day.
Outside the window, the heart of the wind is beating.
Walking through the reedy grassland, I always feel that I heard the melodious flute. You said bagpipes.
The wind has a sound, but we ignore it. So, you teach me to listen, the wind whispers in my ear, or passes through the wind chimes on the mountain, the grass leaves or the golden roof.
This summer, I stayed in this windy farm, slept in the wind, woke up in the wind, and my ears and mind were full of abundance.
When I left and returned to the city, the towering buildings blocked the wind, leaving only my ears used to listening to the wind. Still listening.
Halo cloud
When we were teenagers, when we went to physical education class, our teacher taught us to lie on the grass, listen to the flowers and watch the clouds in the sky. I watched Yunfei fly across the sky with rapt attention. I never knew that clouds walked so fast. No wonder walking clouds are compared to running water.
Looking at Yun Qi, Yun Fei, Yunju and Yun Fan, I gradually feel dizzy. I sat up and said to the teacher, "I feel dizzy." Some people get carsick, others get seasick, so I feel dizzy.
When I told you this experience, you looked at me with a strange look and said, "My God." I couldn't help laughing.
Why do you always find it interesting and even precious no matter what I do?
line
Feng is the most creative artist. He doesn't like fixed shapes and is always changing the appearance of things. Straighten to bend, flatten to three-dimensional. You must have seen tall trees winding in the wind; You must have seen the calm sea set off stormy waves.
You must have seen a gentleman's hair blown unkempt and a lady's skirt blown off. These are just little pranks.
The artist was drunk, crying and singing, and his pen and ink were smooth. It was a typhoon. He lost control of all the lines, was unrestrained and had the power to destroy everything.
The wind shows us an artist's meticulous gentleness and violent madness.
dark
I fish by the clear water, not to cultivate feelings, but to try to be an independent and mature woman. At least, I have the ability to fish.
However, everything is wrong today.
Where are all the fish? It's like getting a message that the fish is gone.
Approaching the surface of the water, I finally saw that the ripples on the surface of the water were clear code words for teaching fish to hide. Throw the fishing rod aside and I sat in the beautiful water for a long time. Look at the fish floating up, gently kiss my reflection in the water, the hibiscus flowers beside my temples.
sports
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.
Did you pick the lotus? Haven't generated it yet? There is only one pool of round leaves.
It was a quiet afternoon, crystal drops stopped on the leaves, red dragonflies flew into childhood memories, and the whole lotus pond fell asleep like a dream.
The wind is coming.
The wind likes to stir the sleeping lotus leaves, pulling them up from the water as if to take them away, and then putting them down as if to give up. Again and again, the lotus leaves ignore it because they know the temperament of the wind. Know the wind never seriously, just love to play.
Say hello to ...
I was ill for a long time.
In a trance, I often see him, carrying a simple bag, standing by the door like the day he left, with lonely and warm eyes under the brim, saying, I have come to make peace.
I shook my head firmly. He must choose between two kinds of love. Me, or the ocean.
Standing in the light, he said, wait for me this time, and then I won't go again.
However, the ocean is a wild and jealous lover and will not let him come back.
I gradually recovered and hung the washed clothes in the summer sun. Suddenly, a voice came from a distance.
It's him, arrogant and gentle, who sends greetings, hugs and touches from the sea.
The sea, can't give up on him. He can't leave me
silent
Often don't talk when it's windy.
Speaking in the wind, the lines are separated and cannot be conveyed completely and clearly.
I tend to keep quiet in the crowd.
It is more and more difficult for people to understand each other, especially after experiencing the world and human feelings, and it is found that even the simplest greetings are insincere.
Who can teach me to express my sincere goodwill to the world in the clearest language? Who can understand me and appreciate the selfless dedication of the four seasons with the purest mood? Before the wind stops, my choice is still silence.
5. Ask for a composition entitled Feng Shuo, Modern Poetry, thank you. Feng Shuo said that July has been restless on the earth for a long time ... restless wheat fields and mountains, restless poultry and rivers. When the wheat fields are extremely hot all summer, mountain fever releases sweat and loses the vitality of dancing. When poultry are anxious, they unload the silence of the ancient and active rivers and lose the notes of passion. Feng Shuo said, I'm coming. I'll come to see you in July. I came here rudely and loudly. My open mind is broad and heavy. The notes I spit out are bright and soft I'm here, and I'm not arrogant in hot weather, because the rain will follow. You may squint when I come. Don't choose silence. Don't be busy wrapping your body, curl up. Don't think I'm cold and complain that I'm silent. I am a messenger to reconcile your will. I am a guest in July. I brought you the baptism of God. Why don't you open your eyes and let me soothe your heart? Why don't you open your arms and let me forge your chest muscles? Follow me up the hill overlooking the earth and run to the wheat field to listen to Shan Ye. Let's race with poultry and catch the wind with the river. I'm coming. My home is not far away. It's as warm and sunny as here. But I am lucky to be invisible when I play hide-and-seek with you! The wind said, I'm here, but when your tendon holds up the gem, when your burden stands firm and unyielding, I will still go back, and I will be happy to go home until one day you write surging poems and songs with the legend of youth, that is, I will brush them by your side.
6. The style of small prose or prose poetry with the theme of wind theory.
I was walking in the street, and the wind was blowing from one side, hugging you tightly and lingering around me. No matter where you go. I can't hide and I can't escape. Let him invade your body again and again. I feel cold. He doesn't feel it. He just wants to play.
I looked around and saw yellow leaves rolling on the ground. Trivial dust hangs in the air and keeps wandering. The clouds seemed to be covered by the blowing mist, but he tried hard, but he couldn't blow any more.
I stood in the middle of the square, listening to his breathing. I can't guess what he is thinking. I saw him swaying like a shadow, wandering freely in the vast ocean and boundless wilderness. Split the steep peaks and cross the solid city like ghosts. Come and go, cold and warm overlap. Making waves, waves, fog and graupel on calm water; Crossing the pure land of life into anger, violence and smoke. Finally, I relaxed my hands and wandered between the courtyards. Brush the window lattice, lift the screen window and fiddle with the wind chimes. The crisp voice lingered, and he had gone silently. We looked at the green apples in the pool and just stood upright in the water.
I envy this unrestrained freedom, but I know this freedom is not his own. He has no temperature and no figure. Only by relying on the potential of qi can we rise and fall between heaven and earth, and change is invisible. So it doesn't really matter, it doesn't matter.
It's interesting to think of the wind. It's so cold at this time, but it's not cold in summer. It's so hot in summer, but now it's not hot. I laughed at him for being so cold and irrelevant. In fact, he is just the wind, hot and cold. Blowing is his life, and it doesn't matter who makes it cold or hot.
The world is as free, unrestrained and disorganized as the wind. However, even if there are two poles, it is impossible to give consideration to both points and reductions. Life can't be without heat and cold.