There are many people with you on this road of life, including relatives, friends and teachers ... but friends are the ones who have been with you for the longest time. They help you when you fail and remind you when you succeed, so that you are not proud or impetuous.
Darkness is frightening. Although a friend is not necessarily the light that guides you forward, he will accompany you to the end of darkness. He will not hesitate to help you when you need him. When you are in the spring breeze, he will silently bless you behind your back.
At that time, we were still in the same classroom and reading the same book. I moved your chair when you stood up. When you sat down, you fell down as I expected. You looked back at me, didn't scold me, just smiled.
I knew then that we were friends. This is the day to receive the prize. You and I are in the same group, but only one person can receive the prize. You gave me a look and I read your eyes: Come on. I knew then that we would be best friends. Now you're just remembering. I don't blame you or me, but I hate that time is too thin and our fingers are too wide.
I asked you why, but you just smiled. I think what you mean is that there is still a long way to go in life. I can't just be friends with you I must learn to get along with others.
Then I understand, I understand, I have more friends, and now they will accompany me to the end of darkness.
There is your composition 2 along the way. "Books are as affectionate as old friends, and every morning is a mixture of sadness and joy." It is you who led me into a colorful world and brought fresh people into my field of vision.
Several early warblers competed for warm trees, and Chun Yan pecked at the soil in spring.
Bai Juyi is not for himself, not for profit, but for the country. During his tenure as a secretariat in Hangzhou, he left behind not only achievements admired by later generations, but also many beautiful poems describing Hangzhou and its West Lake. In "Spring Tour of Qiantang River", I appreciate the poet's own state of mind intoxicated with this beautiful scenery and his feelings of serving the people wholeheartedly.
Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.
Facing the increasingly weak old China, and realizing that saving the country only depends on physical health, it is not enough to awaken the people ideologically, you resolutely abandon medicine to follow the literature, awaken the people with shouting, and praise the innocence of human nature through morning flowers and evening picking.
Flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance breaks?
Lin Daiyu, originally a crimson pearl grass beside Sansheng Stone, used her tears all her life to repay the kindness of the waiter Shen Ying. Her talent and love were buried in this feudal era with the fallen flowers.
Book, you made me realize the helplessness of Zhao Kuo's defeat and the pain of self-recommendation. It is you who let me understand Qu Yuan's thought of worrying about the country and Yue Fei's great ambition of "starting from scratch, cleaning up the old mountains and rivers and heading for the sky".
Book, you are my best traveling companion. You lead me to roam freely in the ocean of knowledge, accompany me through countless boring days and nights, and let me grow under the influence of knowledge.
Book, it's good to have you on the road to growth.
Have your composition all the way. 3. On the avenue of life in Tian Tong, you and a shining street lamp guided me. It has grown into a white-haired grandfather, guiding me with crutches ... I met you all the way, and you accompanied me all the way!
I remember the first time I met you, in primary school. Once again, Children's Day, you appeared. When you first appeared, I kept you in mind.
Not long after I met you, I met a big difficulty. I failed in the mid-term exam, and my great confidence that I was ready to go was gone. Now I'm depressed. When I don't want to negotiate with others, I think of you again and all the people who have cared about me and taken care of me. Under your influence and self-enlightenment, I cheer up. I study harder than before.
However, the second time I lost again. At that time, I felt that God was cruel. I want to cry. I want to find a warm embrace and cry with my heart broken, but I know I can't. I know you are paying attention to me, and I am with you all the way.
I found from you that I can't give up, I can't give up, I can't give up easily, so I reviewed what I learned before, carefully recalled my previous mistakes, and found out the reasons. My self-confidence has become enormous, because I know that you have always supported me behind my back, encouraged me, and helped me when I was in trouble, so I believe in myself, yes,
Without you, then I am doomed to fail; Without you, I wouldn't have these; Thank you for accompanying me all the way.
You are actually a song, a song that everyone knows; He gave many people confidence, just like me. Called "grateful heart"; Let yourself have a grateful heart to face all unknown difficulties and believe in yourself!
Have your composition all the way. Only mothers are good in the world ... when we were born, we saw our parents. When I cried as a child, my mother picked me up and told me not to cry. When I am hungry, my father fills me with milk powder; When I can't sleep at night, my parents try their best to let me sleep; When I was ill, my parents stood by and took care of me. Now I have grown up, but my parents are still there to protect me. When I don't understand my homework, my father enlighten me; When I was bullied, my father took a lot of pillows to help me vent; When I was shivering with cold, my mother put on clothes for me; When it rains, my father holds an umbrella aside; When I am lonely, my parents always accompany me until I fall asleep. Mom and Dad are both our parents and our friends.
Once, when I was out of school, it happened to be raining. The rain hit me relentlessly, and it happened to be summer. When I was about to walk home, my father just went to repair the car, so it was very late. I'm soaked to the skin and I've been yawning since I got home. It feels like just boiled water. It's raining outside and I can't sleep. After mom came back from work, it was already past 10. I struggled to my mother. "Mom, I'm so hot." My mother touched my forehead and said eagerly, "It's really hot." Mom dragged me to the hospital without thinking. I hung a bottle of water and bought some medicine. During the water hanging, my mother waited for me to fall asleep, and when she was tired, she took a rest. After hanging the water, it is already 1 1 point. My mother was about to wake me up. I slept too soundly to wake me up. The next day, I came home, and my mother taught my father a lesson.
Mom and dad are the ones who gave birth to us. They have been guarding us since childhood. On the road of life, I have you all the way, and I won't back down again!
I have always remembered your composition. Because of your company, my life is more substantial; Because of your company, my life is happier; Because of your company, my life is full of interest; That's you-the piano.
I first met you when I was seven years old. At that time, I thought you were great. I saw that the teacher put his hand on the key and pressed it gently, and a wonderful tune could pop up. From then on, I fell in love with you and stayed with you all day. At that time, no matter how boring the music was, it could also pop my flavor.
Unconsciously, I have known you for six years. You've been with me for so long. You taught me what persistence is, and you taught me the sweetness after hard work. You taught me too much. With you, we didn't know each other from the beginning, and now we have become best friends. You and I will play that beautiful song together. Our friendship has not been smooth sailing, it has experienced numerous ups and downs. Sometimes we have some small frictions, but these small frictions will disappear in the blink of an eye and can't stop our six-year friendship. The time we spent together is like a five-flavor bottle, full of ups and downs. Although you are not my best playmate, you accompany me all the way.
Maybe after many years, I won't develop with you, but I will stay with you because I need you all the way.
I don't know if you have heard such a song: "I have you all the way, but I can suffer a little …" Yes! On the long road of life, there are many touching moments and many people who move you. These people silently support us behind our backs. It is precisely because of these people that we can move forward step by step, mature and powerful bit by bit.
Mom, I have you all the way. You gave me the warmth of love and the harbor of home, just like Bing Xin's poem: "Mom! When the storm comes, I just want to hide in your arms. " Give me love and encouragement when I am physically and mentally exhausted. You always give yourself selflessly, and you have made my tomorrow. Father, I will always support you. Your love is silent, your love is heavy, maybe you spend the least time with me, but you will never give me the least love. Your love is like old wine. The longer the time, the stronger the wine. Years later, when I opened the lid, it was actually fragrant.
Teacher, I have you all the way. You are the golden key to open the door of knowledge for me. You lead us to a colorful world step by step, but you are also a warning light when violating discipline, always warning us. Your responsibility is great, how many flowers and green grass of the motherland germinate and grow under your cultivation. Friend, I have you all the way. You are my life. A bosom friend in study. Iron buddies will always take the absolute theme of "sharing happiness and sharing difficulties" and go forward side by side. When I am sad, I have your encouragement and comfort; When we succeed, there are tears that we hug and cry; We support each other when encountering setbacks.
Friends walk together all their lives! Having you is a gift from God. I cherish the people who love you in my life. People who help you, even if God gives you a bumpy and tortuous road, what are you afraid of if you encounter difficulties along the way?
Some people say that difficulties may be fierce waves, so the mother's arms are warm harbors. "From the first time I came to this world, to babbling, stumbling, and then to the long road to study. Along the way, my mother's delicate figure accompanied me.
Mom, thank you for your company all the way.
I remember when I was in the third grade, because I hurt my ankle in Taekwondo, the doctor stipulated that I couldn't walk for a month. From then on, my mother's hard life began. Every morning, she gets up early, cooks for me and helps me get up. Every day when I go to school, my weak mother carries me and walks to school step by step. Her feet are shaking, as if she would fall down carelessly; Red in the face, as if burned. Finally arrived at school, she gently put me down, stroked my feet with her gentle hands and whispered to me: protect your feet! Do you remember? "Then she ran out of the school and ran to the bus stop in the distance. She has to go to work.
During that time, I always suffered a little and felt a little guilty at the same time. If I knew, I would be careful!
I entered a junior high school with great learning pressure last semester. By chance and necessity, I entered adolescence. And my mother has entered menopause. "Two violent times meet, will inevitably produce a strong spark. My mother and I no longer live in peace as before, but become sworn enemies. " When my mother was lying in bed yesterday, I happened to find that my mother's dyed hair was dazzling silver; The originally plump and smooth face also produced some wrinkles. Mom is old, really old! I turned away silently, not wanting my mother to see my guilty face.
Mom, thank you for always being with me and giving me so much help. I will be with you for the rest of my life!
I have your composition 8 "Grandma, Grandma, I'm back ..."
After all the bumps, I pushed open this rusty door to meet your eager eyes and smile. You took my heavy bag, patted me on the shoulder and said, "You have grown so big ..."
The smell of oil smoke in the kitchen makes me sick. I said I would help you, but you pretended to be angry and refused: "No, you are in the way. It's too dirty here. Go out. " You waved me away. Standing at the door, I found that my hunched back was so thin, but it always seemed that I couldn't stop and was busy.
You said let me go for a walk with you. Lift the umbrella I snatched from you, and I will help you walk slowly. The sun at noon was so fierce that it dragged our shadow for a long time. First of all, you broke the silence: "How time flies! You used to be a little one! " "Looking at your eyes without focal length, I know that you are immersed in that time that belongs to us, immersed in countless carefree days. In this way, I walked silently all the way.
Roll down the window and I'll say goodbye to you. You said, "Let's go, let's go, don't waste time." The car started, leaving a cloud of smoke in the distance. In the car mirror, your mouth is slightly open and your eyes are full of tears. It was not until you became a black spot in the mirror that I remembered the familiar melody again:
"Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself ..."
Whenever I hear such lyrics, I think of my math teacher, Miss Zhang. Her serious and interesting image gradually became clear in my mind: it's good to have you all the way!
Teacher Zhang is over 40 years old this year. Under a black ponytail, he has serious and kind eyes. She is neither tall nor short, so to speak, just right. She is usually gentle and walks slowly, but when she is angry, she will go into a rage and get out of control.
On one occasion, Mr. Zhang was giving a lecture with great interest, and we listened attentively below. Suddenly, teacher Zhang's eyes opened wide, and we were startled. Looking in the direction of teacher Zhang's sight, we were very happy to see Xiaolong bow his head and play with his pen.
Teacher Zhang conveniently folded a piece of chalk in half and threw a piece of it at Xiaolong.
"bold! How dare you play with such a boring pen in such an interesting math class? This is disrespectful to the teacher. Stand up for me! "
The students were amused by the math teacher's words and laughed. Xiaolong stood up in laughter, squeezing a smile on his red lantern-like face. The students are looking forward to the next scene, and they are also looking forward to the next scene! But to our surprise, Mr. Zhang didn't teach Xiaolong a lesson, but went to him and touched his head and said, "Listen carefully in class and don't make small moves."
Our eyes were focused on Xiao Long, adding a little embarrassment to his already red face. He nodded and sat down quickly.
This is Mr. Zhang, a math teacher who is somewhat tolerant and funny in seriousness! It's great to have you with us all the way, so that the boat of our life will not deviate from the direction and sail to the other side of success!
Along the way, you wrote 10. You thought that season was unforgettable, but in the end it was swept away by time. At that time, your only prime of life could not escape the fleeting time, and your hair was dyed white.
When I was born, it was late summer and early autumn. I don't know how you felt at that time. You said this was the most difficult time at home, and I was afraid it would add to your burden. You were in your prime that year, but for me, you shouldered the burden of life that should not belong to you.
I never knew or thought about your psychology. The sky in childhood is always so blue. I am immersed in the happiness you have unscrupulously woven for me, no matter the wind and rain, it has nothing to do with me.
I have never been a child to worry you about. I know, as you know, although I am sensible and clever in front of outsiders, I am stubborn in front of you. However, you have learned how to master my psychology. No matter how closed I am, I will not disturb the peace, but I will gently put forward two opinions at certain times. Slowly, you skillfully controlled my adolescence at a certain point.
I was just addicted to that beauty, but I ignored your anxious heart under the quiet appearance.
Some time ago, you saw a sentence on your mobile phone and showed it to me with a smile. I was silent for a long time and didn't speak. Only eight words, but enough to let the warm current drown my limbs: there are children at home, walking on thin ice.
I will never forget our past, but your smile, like warm sunshine, soothes my anxiety. I used to be young and frivolous, I used to feel inferior and depressed, but in the past, I still had a beautiful appearance.
Because of you.
I am glad to have you with me all the way, silently, even if my hair is white.
I have your composition 1 1 all the way. One spring afternoon, with a cup of tea and a yellowed scroll in my hand, I let my thoughts cross the text and walk into a world of poetry.
"I will bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius." Although he is old, he still cares about the people, wears mink fur and leads them out of the city to hunt. "Look at the sword when you are drunk, and go back to the camp in your dreams." Facing the broken mountains and rivers, Xin Qiji resolutely brandished his sword and shouldered the heavy responsibility of rejuvenating the country. In their poems, I read out their heroism and lamented that they had no ambition to serve their country, but their ambition was hard to pay.
"Looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is terrible." Li Qingzhao was a poet at that time. Graceful ci style fully shows the sadness after national subjugation. "Flowers are dying, flowers are flying all over the sky, and the fragrance is dying, and no one has pity." From Flower Burial, I learned that Lin Daiyu, a weak beauty in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, was extremely sad and miserable. In their poems, I read the blameless inner sadness of two talented women in troubled times.
In the poem, I read the lofty sentiments of "how much sorrow I can have, just like a river flowing in the east", marveled at the grandeur of "flying down the three thousands of feet rivers, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days", and envied the true love of "holding your hand and growing old with your son". I have also seen the sadness of "I stroke my white hair". It has become too thin to hold a hairpin any more. " Poetry manipulates my emotions and leads me to open one door after another.
Sip a cup of tea, look at the old poems in my hand, smile, time goes by, red disappears, only meaningful poems, quicksand through time, still bloom with charming smiles, which makes me nostalgic and obsessed.
Shishi, it's good to have you all the way!
I have your composition 12 all the way. In my life, blows and setbacks always bother me, but you always light up silently. The bright and dazzling light guides me to a long journey, and I am eagerly looking forward to it. The bleak and silent future will make me stronger, and I can only repay you with incomparable gratitude. It's good to have you in my heart.
You always extend a warm hand when I am defeated by difficulties, and always guide a smooth road when I am bound by helplessness. You are the only one who can tell me everything when I am most depressed. When I am at a loss, you are my safe haven. The warmth in your heart, the colorful life and the happiness of growing up are all yours. It is you who composed the most beautiful music and performed the most touching songs in my life.
Fortunately, thanks to you, I can still stand on my dream and continue to pursue my ideal after the storm, not afraid of any hardships; Fortunately, thanks to you, my dry heart has recovered and turned into flying thoughts; Fortunately, you nourish my poor heart, embellish my soul and let me grow up gradually. It is you who have broadened my mind to embrace the endless world. It is you who let me break the shackles and stop being trapped in various imprisonments. You healed my broken heart and made my heart stop falling.
Without you in my life, I will not be able to fly, fly over unshakable mountains, fly over setbacks everywhere, and never be ravaged by danger again. It's good to have you.
Thank you very much for your composition all the way 13. You accompanied me all the way. Let me no longer be lonely and empty. When I am sad, you will send me a glass of water to calm me down. You cheer me up when I am sad, and I am determined to repay you. Look at you when your composition is confused. I know there are many beautiful things in life.
You are not a thin book, but how many people laugh. You are not a simple cartoon. There are many philosophies in that lovely story. You are not a book to laugh at, but you must make people linger after reading it. I like you very much.-Comic Party.
Your story often makes me laugh, but sometimes it makes me think deeply. Shuai's story makes me feel sorry for Shuai being beaten by a big-faced girl. But there seem to be many "mature" and "big-faced sisters" in life. "The Onion Loves to Ask" uses funny cartoons to solve one question after another that the onion is curious but doesn't know. I'm happy when I recall it. I deeply understand the author's childhood. From time to time, watching the tears have quietly fallen. Comics with wide brain holes often make me laugh at knives and wonderful answers from Christmas foxes.
Your cover is so exquisite and perfect. Even the name of the cover is so interesting and the characters are so cute. When I miss a question, I feel depressed and ask for a loan. I thought about not watching it, but I found that you have become an indispensable part of life. I really can't do it without you. Thanks to the company all the way, the lonely life has become colorful.
Your composition 14 has been written all the way. You are a big tree, supporting a green shade. You are the beam of the house, setting up a world. You are an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain. You are unknown and have no regrets. Thank you for your company all the way. My life is rich and colorful.
The wind is cold and it rains heavily. You are so small in the wind and rain. After grandpa died, the important task of family was handed over to you. You have a heavy workload, but you still don't forget to check my study. I don't know if it's rain or sweat. Your hair is soaked, and you are soaked to the skin. In the process of accompanying me, you are a strict elder, a friendly playmate and a strong pillar.
I seldom see you cry, or I have never seen you cry. In my memory, the clearest one is a snowy winter. The wind roared mercilessly, and I gradually fainted with a high fever. The hospital is not far. You can wake me up and ride the battery car. However, you didn't do it. You ran to the hospital behind my back, holding the battery car in one hand.
The warm sunshine pierced the sky and filled the room, and the snow stopped. I opened my eyes. In the twilight, I saw you, leaning on the bed, your face was mercilessly scratched by years, your calloused hands and red eyes. You have experienced many hardships. The tears next to your eyes are faintly visible. You woke up gradually, and I was lying on my side in bed again. I didn't fall asleep, but the scenes of snowflakes hitting your face in my heart came to my eyes. The sunshine is very warm, which warms this bedroom and this severe winter.
Dad, it's you. You gave me a warm and sweet home. You also gave me a wonderful family. As my father, you gave me a happy time. Thank you for accompanying me all the way.
I have your composition 15 along the way. If writing is the inheritance of China culture, then poetry is the essence of five thousand years' cultural inheritance.
Poetry is affectionate, bearing the poet's feelings for his native land. From the poems, I saw Wen Tianxiang's feelings of "no one died in life since ancient times, leaving a heart to shine on history" and dying for the country; Li Qingzhao's "thinking of Xiang Yu at this point, refusing to cross the river east", his pity for the hero; Li Bai's "I miss my bright moon, I will follow you until Yelangxi", missing my friends; Du Fu's "Although the country is broken, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation is spring" is a worry about the fate of the country.
Poetry has love, which reflects the poet's love for nature and hometown. When I was a child, I followed my grandparents to learn "Goose, Goose, Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange" and "I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere around me", and beautiful pictures of birds and birds singing would appear in front of me. When I was in primary school, I learned from my teacher that "wildfires will not completely burn them, but they will grow taller again in the spring breeze". "The sky is grey, the field is vast, and I see cattle and sheep when the wind blows", which makes me realize the scene of spring grass sprouting and vast grassland. When I was in junior high school, I learned from "We are winding under the green hills, my boat and I are following the green water", "Old vines, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, thin horses on the old road" that the poet arrived in his hometown and attached to his native land.
Walking step by step from the end of the years, the poet's name has been deeply rooted in my heart. Their experiences are all changes of that era. Du Fu used poems to accuse the people of suffering caused by the Anshi Rebellion, while Li Qingzhao used words to write about the suffering after the broken mountains and rivers and the separation of relatives. In his poems, Lu You tells his long-cherished wish of lying in a remote village, eager to go into battle and kill the enemy. I read poetry, but I saw the history of blood and tears.
Poetry, like a beam of sunshine, illuminates the desolation in my heart; Poetry is like a breeze, blowing away my inner impetuousness. Poetry, more like a mentor, has inspired my life. Stories and scenery hidden in the poem opened a beautiful world for me and accompanied me to grow up.