Close? Keys? Words: Student Zhou Ji, Senior Three, 3300 words.
Words: 3300 words composition
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This composition is about 3300 words in Grade Three. The topic is "Selected Weekly Notes of Senior Three Students in Wanzhou, Chongqing 1". Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically. Written in the previous book, poetry is to embrace the pride of literature, and I said poetry is the time to dance. Every word reflects this kind of life in which beauty and ugliness are intertwined and disappointment and hope coexist. We can not only feel other people's world in poetry, but also care for our own mind. Then pick up the pen in your hand and sing our songs with words!
Jing Tian Shaqing Zhao Cynthia's wooden fence is wonderful, the breeze is lonely, the yarn is cool and the string is broken. When Xiao lived away, he sent yellow flowers and rhymes. The choice of nine images is well related to the poet Li Qingzhao, and they have placed their love for each other, thus placing their own love for each other and this classical feeling.
Outsider Xiong Yingjiao, you sit at the window and watch the sunrise and sunset. There is a sea in your heart. No ripples. The vast sea is infinitely inclusive. You look at the devil and smile. You see the world for power. You listen to lovers whispering and smell rot. You sit by the window and watch the sunrise and sunset. Time is like a song. The rhythm is ruthless. You hear the sound of flowers blooming. You see the innocent smiles of the children. You feel the joy of the old man's death. You sit by the window and watch yourself grow old. One day, you left without saying goodbye. Although the writing is a little rough, you are keen on observing life. It is presented to readers in several independent chapters, which makes people sigh and think deeply. Imagine the European Cup. In the hot summer in Song Binbin, I braved the wind and waves to the crazy football in Cape Rocca. I looked at Rotero in Portugal with fascination. A meteor across the sky Nelly, let the power resound through Europa's romantic France, Henry's passionate Holland, Van Nistelrooy the legendary swordsman's sexy Italy, Totti's handsome and charming England, David's wonderful arc and brave Spain. Raul's fighting spirit, passion, energy, sadness and tears gave birth to starlight in the ancient maritime country, to see who is stronger than the giant, to see who dominates Europe and dreams of the European Cup-my favorite!
Note: In the Portuguese port city of Ritero and Nellie, the theme song "Power" of the 2004 European Cup was sung by Nellie. Although we advocate "to suit both refined and popular tastes", this paper can express my mind directly, select the highlights of the European Cup into poems, open and close the picture freely, and pay attention to the rhyme of key lines, which is still very good to read. Untitled Zhou Chunping In the early summer, there was the shadow of Yang Huai, and the flying Sophora japonica fluttered gently in my sight like a butterfly. It landed gently on my head, covered my clothes, and lay softly at my feet. I danced lightly on the path paved by locust trees. The beige Sophora japonica is the same in color and fragrance as milk tea. It makes people feel happy and comfortable to read.
I have been walking on Zhang Yanling Road, and I have been walking on the path. Looking around, I don't know where the road ends. Looking back, I still have my footprints on the road I have traveled. From the beginning of ignorance to the present calm, calm as water. Along the way, I had doubts, laughter and sadness, but I still licked the wounds on the road and struggled forward. Although I don't know where the end of the road is, it may take a lifetime to find the end of the road, but I will always go strong. Autumn leaves have fallen and autumn is deep. It's raining, whose tears are in your hands? It took another flowering period, another reincarnation, and another year to grow up, only to find that my past self was gone, and something disappeared in the empty world. Distant sadness and stories scattered in the wind are drifting away. The wind is light, the clouds are light and the rain has stopped. Although the writing is still a bit stiff, it reveals sentimental girlish feelings and endless beauty, which makes people think. I'm a passenger, I haven't been home, and I'm wandering around. In a small town in Jiangbei, I met a man with blue and white trousers and tenderness. He came up to me slowly and told me that I looked familiar and deja vu, so we had a conversation. He told me about his rough experiences and a lonely Jiangnan woman. They met in the season when catkins were flying. She, with eyebrows and eyes, and a small cherry mouth, is very cute. They fell in love and swore to each other. He left with blessing and hope, but ten years later, he was still empty-handed, so he chose to escape, chose not to return, and stayed at both ends of the world. I went to Jiangnan for no reason, probably to see her. The pounding of my hooves echoed in Qingshi Street, and with a bang, a window was eagerly opened. At first glance, I saw a delicate and haggard woman who was "anxious and sick all over". Knowing that she is expecting someone to come back, knowing that she has Qian Qian's absolute sadness in her heart, I can only choose silence at this time, as silent as death. After that, I lived in the picturesque south of the Yangtze River, next to that woman. The fictional story "mistakes are always in my heart" is sad and touching, and also reflects the kindness of the author. People are connected and the reason is the same. Who doesn't have a protective heart for such a delicate woman? Who is not moved by such a regrettable story and who doesn't want to make up for it? Feng Yingqing Brock once said, "See the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an instant. " The stream on the mountain is flowing happily, playing a beautiful rhythmic music. The wind blows the leaves on the pine tree, knocking out the priority melody. I want to keep this time, but the ruthless wind blows the melody far away, and the running water washes away the music. So I listened attentively and heard beautiful music and rhythmic melody, which was more beautiful than before. It turns out that I have kept this moment and engraved it in my heart. The beauty of nature is infinite, but the beauty people feel is limited. Beautiful epiphyllum, before it opened, accumulated all the energy. Sudden outbreak brings infinite beauty. The desert is desolate in the eyes of the world, but it is a beautiful scenery. When the wind blows, fine sand moves with the breeze. From stillness to stillness, the sand seems to tell us that the world's movement and stillness, beauty and ugliness, forgetting and retaining are actually just moments. Looking at his hand, I suddenly remembered the palm of the Tathagata in Journey to the West. There are seventy-two changes in the Monkey King. You can somersault, but you can't escape. Catch the butterfly collecting honey on the flower with your hand and see if the flower is its paradise. I think so, too. Butterflies are the spirits of flowers. The world froze in my eyes, and the picture turned to the most beautiful page, so I caught the wind and kept the water. The article found inspiration in My Castle in the Air and Sleepless Flowers, which is really a thoughtful work to understand nature. A desert ran to Mao Juan 1, the desert, without rain or dew, and finally the spring breeze rushed by. I suddenly saw a seed sprouting in the desert, showing its life in silence. 2. The wet monsoon rains is covered with a warm green coat. Dancing raindrops aroused the hope of life, so the restless heart gave birth to a warm dream. What a sunny morning, the faint pink sunrise and the intoxicating blue sky make you want to open beautiful petals. Slowly, you opened it, in this early morning. You think a clear beginning will lead to a happy ending. Tears in the dark. You know the essence of life is not as simple as it is today. When it is over, you can't look back, repeat or rewrite it. At night, I slept soundly. The wind is warm. Tease your confused and confused heart; The rain suddenly came, so heavy. So heavy, unbearable but irresistible. 5. Your lonely figure in the desert guards your sour youth and struggles in the desert with a proud and fragile heart. 6, there is autumn wind, and there is joy in the footsteps. You see a golden landscape in front of you, and you know this is the harvest season. I'm sorry!
You only have withered petals and lonely and barren autumn. 7. Lonely, you are still lonely; A heavy heart, only for the failed young time; Just for the glorious face that no longer floats. 8. You said you were too tired and should have a long sleep. You speak in a low voice; You said that nothing in this world can be satisfied; You don't want to expect anything, just want to spend it indifferently. 9. I look at you in silence. The tears rolled out in the dream under your depressed brow are so big. 10, you are awake and the spring breeze is blowing; Rubbing the tears on your face, you said there was no dream last night. 1 1, the rain never stops and lingers; The azaleas are in bloom!
Flaming red. But there is no trace of you in the desert, and I am disappointed to read your story: the youth, lonely time and glorious years that I once had will all pass away, like smoke. 12, at present, a desert!
Although it is only a few words, it is a touching feeling. Beautiful words express the feelings of youth and life: life is like a river, years are like songs, and life goes on a sad river and never looks back!
On a moonlit night, Li Shenglan's moonlight was faint, hanging over the pine forest outside the village. White clouds are gathering and a few sparse stars are leaking out. I went out to see the beautiful moonlight by the stream. Night, quiet, breeze blowing, as if everything is asleep. The stream on the side of the road flows slowly, making a slight noise, just like a beautiful music. In shallow water, pebbles lie quietly in the moonlight, as if enjoying a moonlight bath. The most striking thing by the stream is rows of green willows. The branches of willows are tenderly inclined, like a little girl who loves beauty, combing her long hair in the wind, and her graceful figure looks charming in the moonlight. I looked up at the night sky through the cracks in the willows, and several stars blinked happily, adorning them like gems. The bright moon was dressed as oval and oblate by naughty wicker. The moon is in constant motion, and there is little peace. It seems to be embedded in the sky, and some seem to hang on the tops of willow trees. The moon shuttles through the clouds, the stream becomes its beauty, and the moon dresses up in various ways with sparkling ripples. "I don't know the month for hours, and it's called Bai Yupan. I also suspect that the mirror of Yaotai flies in the blue clouds. " I wandered by the stream, shuttling between willows, and my thoughts drifted. "Careful observation, a very good pen to write scenery. Although the text is not gorgeous, it is also lively, playful and natural, and it jumps smoothly. In our most prosperous flower season, Zhao longs for a gentle drizzle to moisten our hearts. Maybe some flowers can't stand the wind and rain, just wither silently under the dark curtain, and no one feels and regrets. Red flowers need green leaves, but I don't want to be surrounded by dense leaves, so there is no free space. I only want a green leaf to accompany me when I am lonely; When I am about to wither, I still support me strongly. Only in this way, I won't lend you to set off myself. I want to be the most beautiful scenery with you and stay together. I don't expect how vigorous the process is and how great the result is. As long as two hearts always depend on each other, there will be the fruit of loyalty. I face the sea and look up at the sky, expecting to moisten my rain. It can be seen that I have feelings for oak trees, which reflects my independent personality and delicate feelings. Life is like a flower. Tang Guangying has a wonderful lotus flower in everyone's heart. This is a Zen saying. Zen master always stands on a high place, perceiving life and introspecting life with the chic spirit beyond the world of mortals. Life is like the beauty of summer flowers and death is like the beauty of autumn leaves, which is the poet's famous saying. Poets always use profound philosophy to explain the years. Life is as beautiful as a flower, and life is as beautiful as dew, which is what ordinary people say. A person's life is like a flower's life, spreading beauty and fragrance to the world. Every stage of life is like a blooming flower. I don't regret the missed sunshine, and I am not afraid of the future storms. I will try my best until the end. The good use of parallelism leads to an understanding of the lives of ordinary people, which is ordinary but infinitely beautiful.