1 I am a lovely puppy. I have a little master who loves me. Her name is Xin 'er. She is very kind to us. She lives with our master's grandfather.
The young master bought us a red ball. Every day, the little master will take me and my three naughty children to play on the grass, and the days are very happy.
But one day. ...
I feel the ground shaking slightly. I quickly let the children who were eating into our kennel and shouted at the house, but they didn't hear me. The rope tied to the collar tied me, so I couldn't rush in and call my master out. I saw the wardrobe fall on the little master and grandpa, and grandpa protected the little master tightly. Then, pieces of houses began to collapse. The originally happy home has become a ruin. I struggled to break free from the rope, and the glass fragments on the ground scratched my limbs. Even so, it is too late. I crouched in front of our kennel, and the children were shaking. After a while, the ground stopped shaking. I immediately rushed to the ruins, grabbed it with my claws and found the little master in a corner.
I licked her cheek with my tongue, but my strength was too weak to save my little master. Suddenly I smelled someone else. I left the baby and ran as fast as I could with the smell. Fortunately, they came to save people. I bit their trouser legs and dragged them to run in the direction of the young master. They followed me and found the dying young master in the ruins.
They rescued the little master, and the little master slowly woke up. But when the owner woke up, they took the owner to the helicopter.
Master, where are you going?
The little master was crying, but the helicopter took her away without mercy. I chased it stupidly and watched the owner leave. I am very sad, but I still stubbornly believe that the master will definitely come back!
On the first day when my master was away, I took my children and found a place in the ruins for us to rest. I looked at home and remembered the ball my master gave me. I called the children and rummaged through the ruins. I don't care if my paws are scratched by stones or even bleed. Finally, I found the ball. I took it to the grass where my master and I often go, but I can't wait for my master to play with us. ...
The day after my master was away, I gave the children the last food I found in the ruins. After they finished eating, there was nothing left. Hunger is accompanied by a growing yearning for the master. The children are playing with small balls. I looked up at the sky, expecting the helicopter to carry the young master back to see us.
On the third day when my master was away, I walked alone on the bridge we had been to and sat quietly on the grass we had been to. On the fourth day, I saw a helicopter flying across the sky. I was running after the child with a small ball in my mouth, but I didn't see the little master. On the fifth day, my children and I were walking on the bridge when the earthquake came again. The bridge collapsed. We fell into the water and lost the ball. When I carried the last child ashore, I finally couldn't hold on. Looking at the rushing river, I slowly closed my eyes. ...
Master! Although I'm sad that you didn't come back, I don't blame you. As long as you live better than me, I am very happy. Master, forget me and live in a safe place. I hope another dog can love you forever like me. ...
China is a paradise for tea and wine, regardless of the country, men, women, old and young, regardless of the Han Dynasty. The interest in drinking and the love for tea have not diminished after thousands of years. Drinking too much wine will be tacky, but in life, proper moderation is elegant; Although drinking tea often shows elegance, in life, no one can hang in the air without any dust.
Wine and tea, vulgarity and elegance are not contradictory, vulgarity is real life, elegance is the pursuit of realm; If people are divorced from life, what elegance can they talk about? If people don't pursue elegance, life will be tasteless. It is human nature to like drinking tea, and it is no big deal to pay attention to moderation.
Tea said to wine, "It is a great job to repel the sleeping devil, and it is even more valuable to help fight and sing." It's all because of wine that the country is ruined. How can guests just drink tea? " It is enough to entertain guests with tea, and drinking too much wine will spoil the fun. As far as wine is concerned, it is naturally unacceptable. Instead, it is said that "shaking the table and purple house will recommend manna, which is of great significance to the settlement of the lawsuit." I was used at the sacrificial banquet first, but I once talked about yellow soup. " It is said that wine can help to calm disputes and friendly exchanges, and wine can be used instead of tea at commemorative and holiday banquets. Chinese medicine often says, "wine can promote blood circulation and dredge collaterals, soothe the nerves and settle down. Drinking less can strengthen the body, and drinking more will damage life." "Tea is bitter, hot thirst can help, clear the brain and get rid of gas." Wine warms people's hearts and tea wakes them up. The dispute between tea and wine is really unnecessary, and it is difficult to win or lose, let alone which is more important. Wine and tea should be regarded as indispensable healthy drinks and top-grade hospitality in our lives.
"On Tea and Wine" wrote: "The head of a hundred herbs, the flower of a thousand trees, the most expensive one takes the core, and the heaviest one takes the bud, named tea grass and named tea"; If you drink, you will faint. Tea is peaceful, friendly, harmonious, implicit and affectionate, which can make people calmly reflect on reality and have a profound understanding of life.
Drinking is exciting, exciting, exciting, and can stimulate people's thinking and yearning for things beyond reality. However, if you drink too much, you will vomit and get angry. Drinking too much makes it difficult to control your words and deeds and even make a fool of yourself.
Tea and wine are rich in connotation, and the products set each other off into interest. Tea is gentle, and wine is bold and open-minded. Tea and wine are like two sides of life, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, which complement each other. Tea and wine are often used to entertain guests, but if it is tea, the world in a cup will rise and fall, and the fragrance of life can be precipitated. If you hold a cup, if it is wine, the world in the cup, and life is half awake and half drunk, you can realize the mellow and moist life.
Tea should not be too full, wine should not be too deep, tea should not be too pleasant, and wine should not be too messy. The quietness of tea and the heaviness of wine contain rich philosophy of life. Moderate drinking tea and occasionally holding a glass of life is also a state of mind, and taste is a state of life. People who can taste it can taste fragrance and sweetness, can make people abandon glitz and irritability, can make people calm and open-minded, can make people's hearts more and more pure, and can make people's life accumulate more and more. After careful study, they can realize the true taste, truth and essence of life, thus
When I woke up this morning, I found a vast expanse of whiteness outside the window, thinking: Gee, Grandpa Sun got up early at this time in previous years, but why hasn't Grandpa Sun come today? I sat up in bed with doubts in my heart and looked at it carefully. Oh, it's foggy outside.
I looked out of the window, and the tall building in the distance could only vaguely see its outline. Cars coming and going on the road are all with lights on, and the speed is much slower than usual. From time to time, there were several "beep" horns on the road. The flowers and trees in the distance seem to be covered with a veil, looming in the fog. Pedestrians on the road can't tell whether it is a man or a woman. After a while, the fog gradually dispersed and Grandpa Sun came out to stand guard. I feel very sorry that such a beautiful fog scene has disappeared in such a short time. However, the fog left a gift to the earth-water droplets. Flowers and leaves are covered with crystal beads. Under the sunshine, the water drops are shining and beautiful!
Although the fog dispersed, the beautiful fog scene remained in my heart forever.
At this time, the sun has set in the west, and it has converged its dazzling light, leaving only a soft halo around it, like a shy girl blushing: the cloudless clear sky in Wan Li, which was originally light blue, like a clear lake, has gradually increased its color. It's getting thicker and bluer, just like a painter deepens with a blue brush. The sky around it presents pleasant yellow and purple.
I can't help but admire: "The scenery before sunset is so beautiful, so beautiful!"
After a while, the sun suddenly turned red and shone on her round cheek like a big red ball. To the sky, to the mountains, to the earth, emitting brilliant red light. The surrounding sunset glow is constantly expanding and changing brocade. Red, pink and purple are very beautiful.
At this time, the sun's face became redder, revealing its beautiful face, and walked behind the western hills with joy, leaving only the distant peaks and the red light in the sky. Finally, it jumped up happily and disappeared behind the mountain.
Five people live in the world of mortals, and many things are doomed to be inevitable. Loneliness is everywhere, and noise is everywhere. Sometimes, loneliness is a kind of beauty. Sit quietly in your heart, soak a pot of time wine, lean on the threshold of time, forget the world of mortals, spend a quiet time, slow down the pace of walking, quietly put away your irritability, let your soul indulge a little, and let those emotional fetters run aground temporarily.
In a glass of wine, I will forget that moment. At this moment, the world of mortals will ferry and enjoy the beauty in loneliness. Life is picturesque, light and shadow have passed, leaving a breeze all the way. In the fleeting scenery, Qian Fan finally learned to precipitate a restless heart, crossing the ups and downs of the world of mortals, and making the heart firm as a mountain.
For some lost life scenery, no matter how nostalgic, we are still slowly learning to let go, because there are more charming scenery waiting for us ahead. Don't stop our steps easily. If you are tired, have a rest! The time to rally is the most energetic moment, and we can enjoy the lively scenery ahead with a lonely heart.
When we are alive, we should not be afraid of loneliness. Isn't there a saying? Bear loneliness, bear loneliness. A person, throughout his life, will not enjoy a happy life forever. There is nothing wrong with enjoying a lonely life from time to time. We can try our best to make our lives flow, watch the flowers fall in front of the court and enjoy the four seasons.
Some experiences let us know how to enjoy loneliness. In fact, loneliness, like the ups and downs of life, requires us to taste.
Perhaps, experience is an experience. Just a lot of past events, in retrospect, is not only a kind of pain, but also a kind of childishness and boredom. Time flies, how many beautiful years have been wasted by you and me. In those lonely and helpless old days, looking back, we all begin to regret the time that was wasted by us. Now that I think about it, people will always be a dust in the world. They come and go with the wind, but they can't help themselves.
However, human beings are fickle and shameful. Even if you waste your time, you have to find countless excuses to prove your original compulsion. Why make excuses? We can't get back the past time, but in the future, should we have a clear framework to put our present and future in the right place?
Accustomed to sitting in the corner of time every morning, making a cup of tea, quietly watching the tea, slender body, ups and downs in the water. Life is never a cup of tea, it is just a process of ups and downs. Experience has matured you and me. Looking back, it turned out that the age of innocence had already passed.
Being pushed to maturity by time step by step, we begin to know that we can't waste any more time, because every day goes by, our steps are far away from yesterday, and today will become tomorrow and yesterday that we can't go back. So, let's have a nice day! No matter whether we will become two parallel lines again tomorrow, at least today, we are still in each other's world and have not left. If the truth is true, let's start today.
In the days like water, there will always be a lot of warmth and a touch of tenderness at the bottom of the note. This morning, everything flowed out of happiness in silence. For me, I am also enjoying the beauty of peace in the depths of loneliness.
Composition composition 6 "I can't see or touch it, running here and there." The sound waves running through the river whizzed through the Woods. " What do you think this is? Yes, the wind comes and goes in a hurry.
In the spring breeze, he swept the land with nothing, leaving green eyes, grass sticking out and growing new leaves; It passed through the bare branches, and the young trees pulled out the green branches. Spring breeze, like a beautiful music, awakens sleeping animals, frogs jump out to move, and butterflies and bees are happy everywhere. ...
Xia Feng, accompanied by lovely leaves, dances for the quiet grass and brings coolness to the farmers' uncles who work hard in the fields. Xia Feng, like a mother's hand, eliminates all anxiety for us.
Autumn wind, which ripens the fruit in the orchard, makes the corn golden, like a lovely doll. The face of sorghum is flushed, and the white cotton opens its mouth, which blows the horn of harvest. Autumn wind, like a conscientious postman, is full of beauty and reports the news of a bumper harvest.
The winter wind, like a wild horse that is difficult to tame, runs in the field, trampling the grass yellow and knocking down the leaves. Also like an examiner, with a bit of coldness and solemnity, everything handed over an answer sheet about perseverance.
Wind, which plays different roles in the four seasons, adds color to the wonderful nature with its own actions.
My teacher is an excellent teacher. She has a Zhang Yuanyuan face, chubby body, black hair, two big bright eyes and curved eyebrows. She always smiles and has two sweet dimples on her face. She is gentle and beautiful. Guess who she is.
She is our favorite head teacher-Miss Zhang.
Teacher Zhang is very kind to us. She always spends a lot of time and energy on us. She arrives at school early every morning, cleans our classroom in advance, greets us with a smile, and then organizes us to learn to read aloud in the morning. She works hard! Get up early and get greedy. She always gives us a silent smile in class every day. Even if some students don't listen carefully, her kind eyes are full of encouragement. Her voice is sweet and beautiful, especially when reciting texts, like an announcer. Her class is humorous, and we all like her class.
Teacher Zhang always cares about the center of the earth and loves us. Once, Nan Tong, a classmate of our class, was ill and hospitalized. She hurried to the hospital to visit her, stroking her head and encouraging her to say, "You can rest easy for illness, and I will make up lessons for you when you go back to school." Nan Tong was moved to jump into the teacher's arms and burst into tears. Teacher Zhang often teaches us to be a sensible child. Her every word is like a warm current, nourishing our hearts. Each of our students shed tears of emotion!
We went in the spring, and day after day, under the careful care of Teacher Zhang, we grew up and developed some good study habits. I want to thank teacher Zhang deeply, and thank her for helping us step by step to the temple of knowledge with love and patience.
When I was a child, I went to play in the warm spring breeze every year, but the time was not long. Spring is only two or three months, and it has passed quickly.
There is spring every year, but once a year, I grow up and my personality will change. Spring has come, I have grown up, I am not a child, and I am not naive.
This makes me feel that spring is different.
Compared with when I was a child, I am mature and won't do whatever I want like a child. I don't have that childlike innocence anymore.
I have an appointment with Spring this year.
Spring has come this year. I am walking on the endless prairie, walking quietly, feeling the joy of spring, listening to the laughter of spring and observing everything in spring.
Spring is the beginning of a year, the season of recovery and the beginning of hope.
Spring! In spring, your arrival brings vitality and indelible hope to all things on the earth!
I graduated from primary school to high school, but all the books I have read are gone. Only one junior high school composition is still in my bookcase. It is the sorrow of our whole family. This book is my sister's favorite. I can't help crying whenever I see it. It urges me to forge ahead and learn how to be a man.
In the seventh grade, my compositions were often read by the whole class, and several of them were mimeographed into model essays of the whole school, which undoubtedly increased my confidence in writing. One day, after Chinese class, I accidentally saw a junior high school student's composition selection on the desk behind me. Just as this classmate went out, I took it over and watched it. I was deeply intoxicated by the beautiful sentences and contents in the book. Ten minutes passed quickly after the break, and the next class was math. I don't know when the math teacher came in and stood on the platform. He called my name, took away the selected composition and put it on the platform. I, teacher, he stole my book. The classmate behind me spoke. This classmate is the son of the owner of our village, and we usually stay away from him. The math teacher said, don't you know this course is math? If you write a good composition, you will have no discipline? Afterwards, the class teacher asked me to write a check. She didn't say that I stole books, but said that I didn't want to read my composition in math class, so that the whole class could read it.
When I got home, I begged my father to buy me an essay selection, and my father said later. I don't know how many times I begged my father. My father always said that in the future. I don't know how many times this sentence has been said to me. My sister was eleven and a half years old at that time. Because she is ill, she always walks with something in her hand. At that time, my father was engaged in agriculture, earning ten points a working day. One year later, we still owe the production team more than 200 yuan, and each person has eight or two rations a day. My father also rode a bicycle to transport the saved corn and sorghum to the county town 20 miles away, in exchange for money to treat my sister or live. My family also keeps five hens. They lay eggs for my sister's nutrition and often change money. To tell the truth, when I was young, I also understood the difficulties at home. I don't ask my father anymore, but I want to buy it myself quietly. One day, I took two eggs from home and put them in my pocket to exchange money. But my dad found out, grabbed the egg and slapped my ass hard. Dad, stop fighting. I want to buy a composition book. Dad raised his hand again, stopped in mid-air, then slowly put it down and walked out the door. We saw from the window pane that my father was wiping his tears with his sleeves in the yard. My sister took my hand and said, brother, I must buy you a composition book. I shed tears for the first time since I can remember.
When my sister was twelve years old, she was so ill that she didn't even have the strength to help. The doctor also said that the treatment was ineffective. My sister seems to understand, too, and refuses us to buy her medicine and needles. It is also true that our lives are borrowed from the East, and we are unable to continue her treatment. One day, my sister said to me, brother, there are many dried sheep dung eggs under our woodpile. Let me sell them. When I opened the firewood, I saw that there were sheep dung eggs inside, and the production team weighed them, 16 Jin, which cost 30 cents per Jin and sold for 48 cents. My sister took out three crumpled wool tickets, a nickel and a binary coin, and said that she had sold three eggs, totaling 85 cents. She begged her father to promise to buy me a selection of essays, and he agreed, with tears in his eyes. The next day, I bought back this selection of junior high school students' compositions for 82 cents. My sister said to me: Brother, I bought you a composition book. I said nothing, and I really can't say anything. I hugged my sister and cried, and my sister cried, too.
Later, we learned that in the name of sunbathing, my sister picked up the dried sheep dung eggs pulled by the production team one by one in the street, put them in her pocket, and then quietly took them out and put them under the woodpile. That's all. As you can imagine, my sister has to hold things when she walks. She picked them up one by one. What kind of pain she has to endure and what price she has to pay. I am a sensible sister.
On the day of my sister's death, he held up this junior high school student's composition selection, as if he wanted to say something to me, but he failed to say it and left us forever.
I tell the stories selected in this composition to my children, so that they can be handed down from generation to generation and learn how to live and be a man.
With the blessing of my friends, I blew out the last candle when I was twelve years old. In a flash, my last connection with my childhood was also broken. "I am no longer a child, I have grown up." I said to myself.
Suddenly feel a little reluctant to give up. It is said that childhood is the best and happiest time in a person's life. Standing on the tail of fifteen, I can't wander. In the face of the past, I saw the footprints of my childhood, a little naive, a little persistent and a little crooked: I was once left out by my classmates because I was too serious, I quarreled with my cousin who was not sensible, and finally broke up in discord ... All these now look so pure and beautiful.
Standing on the tail of twelve years old, facing the uncertain future, I am so lonely and confused. I hesitated and dared not take a step. I'm afraid that a wrong step will bring endless regret. When I was a child, I couldn't forget what I did wrong, but now I'm going to grow up, and I must be responsible for every decision and everything I make!
"Cowardly!" There is a cold wind in my ear, and my heart is shaking. Yes, it is because of cowardice that I dare not face life directly and dare not challenge it. I am ashamed of my cowardice! Yes, I'm afraid of anything wrong! What is the fear of failure! Let's look at ourselves from another angle: we are young and we have enough courage. Childhood is beautiful, but after all, it is only the starting point of life. Naive, simple and ignorant can only belong to the starting point. It's time to see the outside world, and countless difficulties and obstacles await us in the future. As the pride of the times, what reason is there to cling to the past and refuse the future?