It never occurred to me to write 1 on the topic of waiting. In fact, waiting is also a kind of happiness. This kind of happiness comes from the heart and comes from expectation.
The desert is lonely, and he waits for beauty. The spring breeze is green, and he looks forward to going home. Mingyue drinks. He thinks that the Bole waiting for him may not be happy, but they are pursuing happiness, because waiting gives them hope and hope. Maybe they will eventually find that the waiting result is just a sharp increase in sadness. Maybe they will die in a few decades, but they already have the happiness of waiting, so why do they want anything else? So, they sent their feelings to the mountains and rivers, turning the waiting into eternity. When they pursue it, they will understand that what they pay in waiting is the treasure of the soul. Waiting is also a kind of happiness.
Some people say that waiting is the embodiment of loneliness, and waiting can only make people trapped in a lonely cage. Some people say that waiting is a helpless desire, because of hopelessness and despair. Some people say it's a painful journey, but we don't know the way ahead. Perhaps, waiting is very painful and helpless. What we can do between this pain and helplessness is to move on and never give up. Waiting can shake off your anger, calm your heart and work hard. Then, while waiting, you will gain not only the ending, but also the process. Waiting is also a kind of happiness, which contains the rainbow after the rain, the spring after the melting of snow and ice, and the fragrance of flowers floating in the hot sun.
Learn to wait, because inconvenience is happiness. Every time we wait, we are pregnant with hope and new life. Turn a spring water into sweet rain and dew, and nourish every thirsty soul. So the long-awaited happiness does not mean lasting warmth. Because of waiting, I understand that happiness is so close.
Because of waiting, he understood the expectation that "when will the bright moon shine on me in Jiang Nanan?" He could only wait, waiting for another year's blooming season and waiting for another year's bright moon to shine. Because of waiting, he sang "One day I will climb the wind and break the waves, sail straight to the sea", full of pride, no longer humble, no longer give up, but chase my heart and chase the sun of tomorrow.
Waiting gives us hope and eternity. Even if things change, there is hope.
Waiting is also a kind of happiness.
The cold wind cruelly stroked the screens of people around you. I walked lazily out of my friend's house and straightened up, but suddenly I froze like an electric shock. Why ... Mom ... is outside?
Last week, my friend and I planned to go to her house today. I was so excited that I stayed up all night. After lunch, I dragged myself onto the bus. When I arrived at my friend's house, I wasn't there. Only Huang Tong on Dahongmen is particularly dazzling in the sun.
We stayed at the door for a long time, which made me feel like a year. For a long time, my mother tentatively asked, "Let's go back first." I shook my head stubbornly ... a little chilly, my legs were shaking, and I suddenly felt something on my back. I turned my head and saw my mother give me the vest. I was about to take it off when my mother put her hand on my shoulder. ...
My friend finally came back. She smiled and apologized, opened the door and welcomed us in. Mom only stayed for a while and then went back. I made an appointment to come at 6: 30, 5: 00 and 5: 00. I went shopping with my friends and was surprised to find that my mother was eroded by the cold wind.
The cold wind unscrupulously got into mom's trouser legs and sleeves. We soon led our mother into the house. I don't understand. Why is mom here now? Seeing my puzzled expression, my mother smiled and said, "I have been worried about you since I got home, and I have been afraid of keeping you waiting." As a result, I misread the time and came after 3 o'clock. I wanted to go in, but I was worried about disturbing you two, so ... my mother kept talking, but I held her. Mother's forehead is blue with cold, and the white and light on her hands blend together, which looks particularly beautiful. ...
Twilight is approaching, and the setting sun is like blood. At this time, the setting sun in the western sky with Phnom Penh is full, so it is not true. In this lonely sunset, I understand what love is.
The phoenix nirvana is not for suicide, but for waiting for new life: the cowherd and the weaver girl miss each other across the Tianhe River and are waiting to meet on the bridge: it is not stupid to keep dripping water on the stone, but waiting for the moment to wear it. When can I wait for the chance of rebirth?
After studying this semester, I have gained a lot, but I didn't do well in several monthly exams, especially in the mid-term exam, which gave me a great blow. Completely destroy my psychological defense. That sad score left an indelible scar in my heart.
I remember feeling good about myself after the mid-term exam. I thought it would make people want to see it, but I didn't expect it to be so unexpected.
Papers handed over one by one, like handfuls of sharp knives inserted into my heart. It doesn't matter on the surface, but it's like an arrow piercing the heart to relieve the pain. But there is nothing I can do, because I asked for it. The method of learning has not changed, and learning has not changed at all. For the pain that has passed, we can only keep it in mind and turn this sadness into strength.
Just when I was full of confidence, I didn't expect the last two rankings to be behind the 20 th, as if my grades would stop here. Can't we break through 10 from now on? There must be something wrong. No, the only problem is a state of mind, which is pride. All along, I think this knowledge is very simple. Easy to master. Pride stopped my progress, but it also made me go backwards. I must ask him to keep it away from me.
Setbacks can't hurt people, they can only make people progress. These setbacks let me know what my problem is.
I am waiting for a chance to wash away the shame; Waiting for an opportunity to impress people; Waiting for the opportunity to surpass yourself.
I want to be reborn, I want to be reborn, and the opportunity I've been waiting for seems to have come.
The dim street lamp shines on the way home, and the thin shadow lingers at the door. I am anxiously waiting for my long-lost mother.
I anxiously looked at the road to the distance, trying to find the familiar figure, but found nothing. "Go out all afternoon, it's time to come back. What did you do? " I can't help complaining. More worrying than complaining. In retrospect, I don't know how long I stood outside that day.
There are few pedestrians on the road, and several cars pass by from time to time. The moon also climbed the treetops. I suddenly realized that the wait was really long. I don't know how many strange faces I saw and how many cars flew past me. All I know is that my worry is a little stronger.
Looking at the dark road, I suddenly saw a figure that seemed familiar. I was a little excited in my heart, and I shouted in my heart, this should be, finally back! I stared at that figure, getting closer and closer! My previous excitement disappeared as this figure approached. I squatted on the ground, bored to pick up a stone at my feet and touch another stone. "Too many Qian Fan are nothing", is this disappointment?
The anxiety in my heart has not been reduced by the game in my hand. By this time, the moon was already hanging in the sky. The bright moonlight and the dim street lamp complement each other and light up the way home, but I still can't find the person I'm waiting for.
I stood at the crossroads again, trying to recognize those black figures. At this time, I finally felt the feeling that my mother used to wait for me to go home. Finally, the familiar figure appeared with my expectation! Yes, that's mom. I breathed a long sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
"How did you get out?" Mom asked.
"It's so late, why don't you go home?" I complained.
"I didn't come back until I finished my work. It won't happen again. "
Looking at my mother covered in mud, I said nothing and followed her into the house. (Instructor: Li Yan)
On the topic of waiting, composition 5 "Think twice about your relatives during the festive season". This poem by Wang Wei is really well written! Yes! Every holiday, we will miss our relatives and friends far away in a foreign land more, and I know this feeling very well.
Last Mid-Autumn Festival, my father said that he was too busy to go home and spend the holiday with us, and said that he would wait until the National Day. I miss my parents every day and look forward to the National Day. Seeing that the date on the calendar is getting closer and closer to the National Day, I feel more excited and happy.
So I couldn't wait to dial the familiar phone number. Soon, a very kind and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yuan, what can I do for you?" I'm working. "After hearing my mother's voice, I replied happily," Nothing, I just miss you and dad a little and like talking to you. Oh, by the way, when will you have a holiday? " "We have a lot of goods in this factory. If we were allowed to work in the factory, we might not have a holiday. Your father and I won't go home on National Day. " Mom replied. When I heard my mother's words, I suddenly felt that my nose was sour and tears were coming out. I held the phone and was silent for a long time. My mother asked on the other end of the phone, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk? Are you angry? I promised your father and I would come back next holiday. Well, I'm going to work now. I'll ask your father to call you after work. "
After hanging up the phone, I went to the small forest where I usually like to go alone. Here, I can sit quietly and let myself vent my emotions silently. Looking at the yellow leaves on the ground, I feel a little pity but happy for them. Because next spring, they can grow lush leaves again. Thought of here, my mood relaxed, looked up at the sky, mom and dad figure vaguely emerged in front of me.
Writing 6 on the topic of waiting has never been thought of. In fact, waiting is also a kind of happiness. This kind of happiness comes from the heart and comes from expectation.
Alone in the desert, he is waiting for beauty: the spring breeze is green, and he is looking forward to going home; Mingyue drinks. He thinks that the Bole waiting for him may not be happy, but they are pursuing happiness, because waiting gives them hope and hope. Maybe they will eventually find that the waiting result is just a sharp increase in sadness. Maybe they will die in a few decades, but they already have the happiness of waiting, so why do they want anything else? So, they sent their feelings to the mountains and rivers, turning the waiting into eternity. When they pursue it, they will understand that what they pay in waiting is the treasure of the soul. Waiting is also a kind of happiness.
Some people say that waiting is the embodiment of loneliness, and waiting can only make people trapped in a lonely cage; Some people say that waiting is a helpless desire, because of hopelessness and despair; Some people say it's a painful journey, but we don't know the way ahead. Perhaps, waiting is very painful and helpless. What we can do between this pain and helplessness is to move on and never give up. Waiting can shake off your anger, calm your heart and work hard. Then, while waiting, you will gain not only the ending, but also the process. Waiting is also a kind of happiness, which contains the rainbow after the rain, the spring after the melting of snow and ice, and the fragrance of flowers floating in the hot sun.
Learn to wait, because inconvenience is happiness. Every time we wait, we are pregnant with hope and new life. Turn a spring water into sweet rain and dew to soak every thirsty soul. So the long-awaited happiness does not mean lasting warmth. Because of waiting, I understand that happiness is so close.
Because of waiting, he understood that he could only wait for the expectation that "the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me", waiting for another year's flowering season, waiting for another year's bright moon to shine; Because of waiting, he sang "One day I will climb the wind and break the waves, sail straight to the sea", full of pride, no longer humble, no longer give up, but chase my heart and chase the sun of tomorrow.
Waiting gives us hope and eternity. Even if things change, there is hope.
Waiting is also a kind of happiness.
What is waiting for? Waiting is Zhao Shixiu's leisure to "make an appointment not to come at midnight and knock on the chess pieces to drop snuff"; Waiting is the romance of Ouyang Xiu's "On the willow tip and the moon, people meet after dusk"; Waiting is the grandeur of Yue Fei's "waiting for leisure, turning his head white and feeling sad". Waiting is a kind of happiness, even if you can't wait for the ending, the process is worth enjoying.
Some people will wait all their lives for a promise. In others' eyes, he may be stupid, but he doesn't know that he is waiting for Chunhua. "A woman spends a lot of time waiting in her life, but because of this, such a woman is the most beautiful and happiest." Perhaps, the world thinks that Lin Daiyu is infatuated and stupid in burying flowers, but she is the most beautiful woman and the happiest woman. Because she spent her whole life waiting for her love and her heart waiting for the flowers in spring. Even death is beautiful as an ending.
Who is waiting for flowers on the other side? Who has the courage to wait for flowers to bloom? The choice is painful and happy, waiting for the unknown fate, waiting for the illusory hope that human beings expect, waiting for the midsummer after the warm spring, waiting for the golden autumn after the midsummer, waiting for the snowy winter after the golden autumn, and still waiting endlessly.
Waiting may make you fidget or regret. But if we don't wait, we won't have the courage to continue our journey of life. Life can have no final ending, but there can be no waiting process. Waiting makes our life more colorful. Whether it is a long wait or a short wait, this is a stop in our life journey. After the break, we will start the next stop.
There is too much waiting in life, so we should learn to wait, wait for the spring of life and meet all kinds of colors.
Xi Murong once said: "Every road we have taken has a reason to choose this road, and every road we have to take has a direction of choice." Life is such a road, with choices and hardships, as well as our pursuit, so we choose to wait, wait for the opportunity to come, and wait for the flowers to bloom at that time. When the deafening sound flooded into my ears, when the Manchu civil servants dispersed like birds and beasts, only the King of Yue stood in the empty palace. He knew that he was a minister under the skirt and a prisoner at this time. However, in his heart, he still has the ambition of being unwilling to fail and rejuvenating the country. But the process of pursuing is more about waiting than paying strong perseverance-long and arduous waiting. He learns to be strong in waiting, he learns to endure in patience, and he slowly accumulates strength in waiting. After waiting for ten years, he finally realized his pursuit. Recover the motherland in one fell swoop, capture Wucheng, and completely defeat the king of Wu.
It seems that the ten-year wait of the King of Yue is for the pursuit of this moment, and the great pursuit is only successful after a long wait. Madame Curie is one of the greatest scientists in human history. She has been pursuing science all her life and making human culture move forward. And this pursuit also cost her half her life. Day after day of refining and year after year of research finally ushered in the success of the cause. Two Nobel Prizes seem to be the greatest affirmation of Madame Curie's contribution. Madame Curie waited with her life, thus realizing her pursuit.
Pursuit needs to wait, waiting for pursuit. In order to follow the footsteps of spring breeze, glaciers have been waiting for a long winter. In order to pursue the moisture of rain and dew, the earth has spent a dry and hot wait. In pursuit of sunshine, the sea has survived a long night of waiting. At this moment, I am waiting, because waiting is a pursuit. In order to be the first and realize my dream, I will pursue it unremittingly and wait with my goal. I believe that one day my waiting will also realize my pursuit.
This is a long wait. The night is still like water, but my heart is boiling.
That morning, when the teacher announced that I was a member of Ginkgo Flower Literature Society, I was ecstatic and made up my mind to contribute to the literature society at once. This is the first time to contribute to the literary society, so excited. If you were chosen, how wonderful it would be! I like writing, because when writing, I ponder over every wonderful word, just like a cup of fragrant tea, which moistens my heart.
Lying in bed, eyes wide open, not sleepy at all. Looking at the twinkling stars outside the window, my mood stabilized a little. The bright moonlight shone on the bed through the window, and I slowly calmed down and fell asleep. Wow, my eyes lit up when I held the newspaper ginkgo flower. The first draft is printed with three characters "Cheng Jingyu", haha!
Warm sunshine entered the room, and I opened my eyes in a daze. It was a dream. By the way, this week's ginkgo flowers will be freshly baked today! I skidded to get up, washed it like lightning, and was the first to rush into the school and run to the library. I don't know, because I was so excited, I came too early, and the door was still closed, so I had to wait for the next class. But I didn't leave the classroom all morning, which was like closing the door of my hope. My heart is so lost, but when I think of the scene of writing my composition seriously the day before yesterday and the scene of repeated revisions, I am full of strength: as long as I work hard, I will be rewarded, and my composition will definitely be published in the newspaper!
In the afternoon, I walked into the library and leaned down to look for the label of my class. Wow! "Ginkgo Flower" newspaper, look, look, my composition is published! God, I can't believe my eyes. Last night's dream was exactly the same as today's. The joy in my heart is beyond words.
Since then, my compositions have often been published in newspapers. Every wait in life is different, and the result is different. Emotions and sorrows enrich life. This kind of waiting is sweet and happy, and I enjoy it.
If waiting is a song with ups and downs, there are too many waits in a person's life. However, the result of each wait is different, sometimes it will make you happy, and sometimes it will make you miserable. Like I said, this is the melody of your trip between heaven and hell.
I will never forget the waiting time.
It was noon in summer, the weather was sultry and the sun was scorching the earth. The street is very quiet, only cicadas can be heard vaguely. However, a ringing telephone broke the atmosphere, and my mother ran to answer the phone. After I put the phone down, I saw that my mother was pale and asked quickly. Mom said intermittently, "something happened to you-dad." I was stunned.
I sat on the long bench in the hospital, quietly bowing my head, and my anxiety was indescribable. The mother's eyes are full of tears. Looking at the closed door of the operating room, the flashing red light is so dazzling. I silently walked to the long corridor, leaned on the corridor and looked at the distance. The wind is still hot, but it is cold behind me, as if there is a life-and-death battle behind me, but I am too scared to look back. I can only hear the nurse running in a hurry.
I don't know how long it took, my legs were numb, and the operation door was finally opened. I forgot my legs were numb and rushed to ask about my father. Hearing the doctor say nothing, my heart finally breathed a sigh of relief, but tears poured out like a flood. At that moment, I felt that waiting was happy, and waiting made me see hope.
If there is no chance to wait before life and death, is life too sad?
The waiting time carried my hope and happiness. He is a song, a song designed to let me shuttle between hell and heaven.
I'm glad I can wait. What about you?
Writing 1 1 on the topic of waiting is boring; Wait, it's boring. People don't like waiting, because waiting always wastes a lot of precious time. But if you do something meaningful while waiting, then you will feel that waiting is not as boring and annoying as you think, and it will become your favorite. This waiting happened that morning.
One morning, my mother and I got up, and only my father was still sitting in bed watching the mobile phone leisurely. Suddenly, my father asked, "Shall I take you for a walk on Jiang Bin Road today?" My mother and I were very surprised. We both opened our mouths wide. My mother couldn't help saying, "Oh? Really? " "hmm." We were even more surprised after dad answered. Because dad never offered to take us out to play, this is the first time! My mother and I agreed happily at once.
When our family of three started, the bus was about to arrive, and my father suddenly said, "I have an appointment with two friends to do something." You can play here for a while, and I will finish at about 1 1: 30. " As soon as we listened, we were stunned. It turned out to be a routine.
Mom immediately said, "You give us the car, we will go home first, and you will go home by car later." Dad comforted, "no, no, no, I told them you two were coming." Mother had no choice but to agree.
After dad left, we felt bored. Mom decided to go to the supermarket, so we locked the car door and took the mobile phone. Let's walk for a while, look at the time and see if dad is well, but the more we think about time, the time just passes slowly.
We walked into the supermarket and saw signs hanging everywhere, which said, "You can enjoy a 50% discount if you pay with Alipay." We were so happy that we bought two packs of potato chips, a box of scallion cakes and a pack of waffles. There are countless snacks. After buying snacks, we put them in the car and sat down to eat potato chips. Just as we ate with relish, dad came back! He's punctual!
Ah! This kind of waiting has brought me great enjoyment. If I don't wait patiently, I can't eat delicious potato chips.
I like waiting like this.
The sunset remains the same, the river remains the same, the boat remains the same, and the lonely shadow in the sunset remains the same. They are so primitive and ancient that the wind can't blow away and the wiper can't drop.
Forty years ago, he used a boat in the sunset to send away an eternal miss. He met her by chance, got to know her, got to know each other, but he couldn't fall in love. A handsome, silent as a stone. A lively and lovely, pure as spring.
They can eat and drink, and share joys and sorrows, but they will always walk on two parallel lines that can never intersect in geometric history. He didn't despair, but carefully cared for the rose that didn't belong to him. Pain and helplessness can't restrain his attachment to flowers. When she is hungry, he will serve crispy tortillas; When she is thirsty, he will send sweet spring water; When she is tired, she will sing childhood songs ... Life is always realistic, born and raised in the mountains, but in the end she will wade across the river and walk out of the mountains. She left, not taking a cloud, not taking a grain of soil, but taking a person's life waiting.
Forty years later, the sun is setting, and rivers and boats are still moored on the shore of the years. Only the tall and lonely shadow bent into a vicissitudes of life, he decorated all his feelings at both ends of his hair, sparse and mottled. He wrote all his expectations and worries into his deep-set eyes. He used his life's tears to replenish the river. He is worried that the river will dry up, that the boat will not float in the river, and that she will not cross the river ditch. For forty years, his eyes never left the other side of the river, coming and going, but she did not come back. The old man's two sad and expectant eyes are engraved with his life's waiting.
While he is happily waiting for happiness, death is also waiting for him in happiness. He remembered a world all his life, but was forgotten by a world. Only the river remembers his beard, and the sunset remembers his eternal and old shadow. composition
On the topic of waiting, the composition 13 is quiet, and everything around it seems to be asleep. I am waiting, just like a caterpillar in a pupa, waiting for my beautiful wings. Although I don't know how long it will take and whether it will succeed, I am still willing to wait. Although the feeling of waiting will not be liked, what is the feeling of waiting?
I have always lived under the command of my parents. Day after day, year after year. After listening to those boring nagging, I read all the cram schools they gave me. In the passage of time, I gradually understood the love of my parents and learned to wait. I am afraid that I have fallen in love with the feeling of waiting.
Here we go again. A pile of exercise papers has been presented to me. I don't know how doing so much will help my study. I only know that it is really tiring and stressful for me, and I don't know when it will end. Looking at the topic in front of me, I can't write it. I think my thoughts have drifted into the sky. Even with a powerful magnet, it can't be sucked back I know I can't ask for help at this time. I don't want anyone else to help me either. I know something myself, and it may be better to solve it myself. Habit becomes nature, gradually learn to accept it, learn to bear it alone and solve it alone. Hmm? Laughter came from the window. I leaned down and there were a group of children playing. Don't envy their happiness. Because I know my happiness will come. Maybe fast, maybe slow. Looking up at the small piece of blue sky that can only be seen outside the window, a smile slowly emerged at the corner of my mouth. Because I believe that after waiting, I will be as brilliant as this blue sky.
The feeling of waiting is really annoying. But for a girl who is used to waiting. I fell in love with this feeling unconsciously. The feeling of waiting is a little excited and a little lost. I learned a lot in the feeling of waiting and grew up in the feeling of waiting.
Writing on the topic of waiting 14 In a person's life, no one will be by your side forever, whether it is a friend or a relative. And she will always be an accident in our hearts and will never give up waiting for our return.
In the morning, she always gets up before us. In order not to wake everyone, she always tiptoes out of the bedroom before putting on her shoes, for fear of making noise. She has always been so skilled in cooking every meal for you and watching you leave. I will worry about how you are doing at school every day. I will wait for you at the school gate half an hour in advance every day, in order to see you as soon as possible. Rain or shine, you can always see her. She is standing in that corner. Work hard, even if she is tired every day, she will still insist on waiting for your hug. So, please give her a deep hug every time you see her! Because, she will always be by your side, waiting for you, waiting for you to take away the precious. Whenever you encounter setbacks, she will always be behind you, encouraging you and letting you go forward. Even if you are hurt and timid, don't forget that there is someone waiting for you forever, and she will always protect you. Her lifelong wish is to wait for you on the road of your life until the day you succeed. She will also wait for you on the road you choose, quietly waiting for a lifetime! At the same time, I also pay silently for you. When she sees your happy smile, it may be the happiest thing for her in this waiting journey.
She is our mother. If you get hurt on the way forward, don't forget to look back She will always be behind you, waiting. If you look back and smile, it is the best gift for her in the world. In the storm, she will always wait for you to go home and return to her arms. Just like, the original you, the one who is not contaminated with the world, the only you. She will never give up waiting for us, no matter what, she will always wait silently behind you. ...
15 It's another ordinary morning. I heard your motorcycle start in the yard. But this time you didn't go to work or go out, but went directly to the county hospital. According to my mother, you stayed up all night last night because of gallstones.
Gallstones were found in the physical examination in June last year. You always say nothing, you put it off again and again, causing countless pains, and you have endured countless times. Last night, the pain hit again. It must hurt more than before, otherwise it would not be easy to go to the hospital.
Before I left, you brought me two cooked corn, which is my breakfast. Corn, the taste of My Sweetie, I like it very much, the same chewing and stirring. Somehow, the corn in my mouth has no taste today. Mom accompanied you to the hospital and waited for you for a long time eating corn. Waiting for your return, expecting you to say nothing.
When all is silent, time seems to have stopped. Looking out of the window, the breeze is blowing the leaves of melon and vine, and the flying birds can't bring you any information. The phone rang and my brother answered it. On the other end of the phone, my mother said that your gallstones have increased and you need surgery to remove them. You will be hospitalized tomorrow. Hospital, I have lived in countless times, but I have you with me every time. Hold my hand again and again, comfort me again and again, encourage me again and again, and tell me not to be afraid again and again Now, it wrinkles your smooth cheeks, turns your black hair white and wears away your health.
Tomorrow, you will live in that pale ward, lying on the cold operating table and enduring the pain of cutting.
I should be outside the operating room, I should serve around the hospital bed and I can't give you anything! Nothing can help you! The stiff body is just praying, waiting, praying for your recovery and waiting for your return!