In daily study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write essays. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below are the compositions I collected for you in the first grade of high school. I hope it can help you. Time composition for the first year of high school 1
The sky after the rain looks very clear, the clean blue reflects the pure white clouds, and time flows away quietly little by little. A side of the setting sun is paved with poems, gently falling on the moss-covered wall, as if listening to the story of "time" told by the ancient wall. I stretched out my hand and touched the mottled wall, as if I could see the face mottled by time.
With the headphones plugged in, the faint sound of singing came clearly to my ears: the houses on the small bridge and flowing water formed a picture. Children chased the sunset and refused to go home... Only then did they realize that the playboy with short hair in the past, chasing time, had grown into a teenager. Sitting in the classroom, rubbing my sour eyes, watching the birds flying across the sky outside the window, free to roar and vent its youth. The teenagers in the window were envious, put on their glasses again, looked at the blackboard covered with white handwriting, and continued to work hard for their future, to fight for a sky where they could fly freely.
Sometimes, when I am in a daze, a few hints of game wind follow the rushing footsteps of time and pass through the gaps between the pine branches on the playground. I don’t know where it went. The clear blue sky in spring is without any embellishment, and the emptiness is overwhelming. I moved my fingers unconsciously, wanting to hold a kite and fly into the blue sky, but I couldn't. Because the end of the kite string is tied with "childhood", the grown-up boy can only draw his pen and write his future when the moss slowly covers the wall where he played when he was young.
I am used to sitting under the lamp and wrestling with obscure exercises. A lonely shadow was imprinted on the concrete floor. Gradually, the night became darker. The twinkling stars look at the young man who has grown up over time. I wonder if they have ever remembered that when they were young, they lived in a small wooden house in the countryside, where the sky could be filled with stars. The wind of memory woke up the night outside the house. The young man closed the book, opened the curtains, and looked at the starry sky with twinkling eyes, remembering the years when he sat on the threshold and counted stars.
The afterglow of the setting sun warmed the sunset glow on the horizon, and the entire sky was filled with orange light, reflecting the red catkins flying in the sky. Looking up at the bright sky, I realize that we have grown up when time is covered with stains like ancient walls covered with moss. The years full of childishness are far away from us, silently staying in a corner stranded by time. And we, involuntarily following the step by step of time, move further and further away, towards the future that is already within our reach. Time Grade 1 Composition 2
We are growing up, but they are getting older under the gears of time.
——Inscription
The bird outside the window flew over the scenery and flew in the direction of their nest. It turned out that it was ready to go home just like me.
I drove home alone with a face full of reluctance. I was still working! The film-like wind shadows outside the window were just like cloud shadows passing by. All I could think about was eating. After eating, I had to get back to work as soon as possible. The wheels were spinning, and time was running like water. If you cannot grasp time, it will flow away. I work hard. It left a cloud of flying dust and the shadow of a fast-moving car on the road.
When I got home, the goose-yellow light illuminated the room brightly. My mother asked with concern: "Why are you back so late?" "It's a long way to go." Two words, long way to go, no matter how far away it is, it is just an excuse. I don’t want to eat with my parents because I still have a job.
The dinner was actually really sumptuous, and included all my favorite foods, including seafood porridge, sea bass, and my favorite cherry tomatoes. It's a pity that I have no appetite because I still have a job. Passing away like a man, time is very short and it will never be far away. I have to grasp it and work hard.
"Dad, why are you watering the flowers at night? You can't water them well at night." "Your dad loves to water the flowers when he has nothing to do, several times a day." Dad loves flowers. I know this, but I have never seen my father love flowers so much. "Dad has no mother." With one sudden word, I was sure of it. Dad is not sad, nor is he sighing with regret. But a kind of dependence.
From childhood to adulthood, we have been relying on our parents. In that time that has passed so quickly, most of our memories come from our parents. Time flies by, carrying away those honey-like memories.
My eyes were filled with transparent pearls, and my mind recalled childhood memories. Seize the time, accompany your parents, it's not too late to grow gray-haired and gray-faced. Accompany them with true love and let them be surrounded not only by money but also by companionship. The most dazzling words in the sky turned into clouds and smoke, leaving behind the most beautiful memories.
Sad autumn, a moment of youth, seize the time and accompany them through life. Although the story has grown old and the poem has turned yellow, the southern branches are full of beauty and the shadows of autumn and winter are growing. Time composition for the first year of high school 3
"Tick-tock...tick-tock..." The hurried footsteps of time interrupted my thoughts. I quietly watched the needles of the clock and jumped step by step. Round and round. In an instant, I was deeply touched by the greatest manager of life - time.
Time is formless and soundless. We cannot see its movement, but it is indeed passing; we cannot detect its breath, but it is indeed the reason for the existence of all life.
It moves forward with all life, and it has the greatest power in the world. It can turn babies into teenagers and then into twilight old men; it can turn the sea into mulberry fields, and the desert into an oasis; it can send mankind into a glorious civilization, or it can bring everything into destruction. It ignores all the laws of life, it just flows unhurriedly according to its own pace. It is the manager of all life. We just need to follow its footsteps closely, observe this vast world with curiosity, and explore the glory that belongs to us.
Sitting quietly on the shoulder of time, watching the surging backs of a series of departing figures, following the rays of light in a hurry, listening to the heavy ringing of the ancient bell in the castle, it is like a A beautiful waltz, drawing a perfect arc on the horizon, and like a long-lasting thirteen-line poem, the light of life jumps and jumps between the lines...
The gradually fading glow and The gentle wind blowing gently in our ears seems to remind us, please grasp every ray of light, and feel the majesty and preciousness of life with a pious heart, just to prevent regrets from filling the hearts of old age and guilt tombstones. Isolation at the end of life.
Only by making full use of every inch of time, can we use limited energy to create infinite brilliance. Only by following the pace of time can we use limited life to appreciate infinite scenery. Only by cherishing time can our dreams reach the other side of success; only by cherishing time can the embarrassment of the past be illuminated by glory; only by cherishing time can our hearts set sail to farther places. Time Grade 1 Composition 4
It appeared again in the dream. I really want to tell it: I miss you so much.
In the past few months since I came to the new school, I haven’t fully adapted yet. From time to time, I think of the place where I lived for three years. I think of the teaching buildings one after another, the classrooms where I had a "bitter love" with knowledge; I think of the teachers who are sometimes strict and sometimes loving; I often think of the camphor trees along the way. When spring goes and autumn comes, the leaves that witness my growth are floating in the air. Which way? oh! There is also a banyan tree. Once you close your eyes, you can see it standing there quietly, its leaves glowing due to the sunlight. The wind blew and the leaves of the tree rustled. I knew it was saying hello to me... I couldn't deceive myself at this moment. Missing me turned out to be so painful.
"Rong'er..." I saw myself running towards it. To be precise, it was my former self, with very short hair, holding a test paper in my hand, and the most ostentatious thing was that smile. But the test paper is full of red crosses.
The banyan tree is very beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful tree. It is different from the camphor trees on the roadside that are surrounded by smoke and dust every day. It is also different from those carefully trimmed and beautiful like a painting. Delicate trees... I saw me smiling silly at it, showing off my progress, and it just listened to me quietly. Since when can I only tell my troubles and show off my progress to a tree? It was such a long time ago, I can’t remember it clearly.
Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the one I am most reluctant to part with is this banyan tree. I'm afraid that its leaves will be torn off by naughty classmates; I'm afraid that birds will stop to build nests and push down its branches because of its beauty; but at the same time, I'm also worried that no birds will stop and tell it interesting things they saw. I hope that the bird that stops on it will tell it about the wonderful things outside that I have not told it.
I had a long dream, I dreamed that I became it, with a long wait, a touch of joy and a slight loss... Time 1 Composition 5
< p> From the creation of Pangu to the present, time flies quickly to the 21st century. 5,000 years, what a long history it is! It is time that has witnessed the humiliation and development of history. In the long river of history, generations of heroes created and created history.What is time? It is a very wonderful and unique thing. It cannot be seen, heard or touched; no matter in the world can replace it. Although for the universe, ten thousand years is just the blink of an eye, but for humans, it is such a long and distant story! However, all human activities always pass it by. How many people have written touching and touching stories because of its passing; how many people have regretted and gone crazy because of its ruthless passing. However, for a person who does not know how to cherish time, time is very long. On the contrary, for a person who knows how to cherish time, time is like lightning.
Time is cruel. If you don’t cherish it, it will destroy everything. Although it is colorless and tasteless, it will make you taste the ups and downs of life.
The driver said: "Time is mileage."
The farmer said: "Time is food."
The military strategist said: "Time is victory." < /p>
Entrepreneurs say: "Time is money."
Doctors say: "Time is life."
Intellectuals say: "Time is wisdom." < /p>
As long as we don’t waste time, cherish every minute and every second, and don’t be ashamed of everything that time has given us that we can grasp. I don't escape time, but I am afraid that time will pass by in a hurry; I am afraid that time will take away my life; I am afraid that time will take away good luck. But "If you lose an inch of gold, you can find it somewhere; if you lose an inch of shade, you can't find it." It's helpless! So the dawn and dusk of tomorrow come one after another.
Therefore, we must be an outstanding middle school student in the 21st century; a winner who challenges time. Let us hold hands and cross the starry sky of the 21st century together! Time Grade 1 Composition 6
The sky has left no trace of us, but we did fly. ——Inscription
In the blink of an eye, the tense life of the third grade of junior high school is about to come to a successful end, and we will also face the tense high school entrance examination. We are about to say goodbye to the teachers and classmates who have been with us for three years.
Before class started, the math teacher held up a large section of test papers and told us that today’s test would be a normal test, which made the students complain. Since the beginning of the second semester of the third year of junior high school, we have been taking tests non-stop because of that last question. High school entrance examination. Although we complain, we are never discouraged, because we know that all our efforts now are to give full play to our abilities in the future high school entrance examination, so that we can get a satisfactory score and a satisfactory high school. In this way I will not be sorry for my three years in junior high school, sorry for the efforts of the teachers and the sweat I left behind. After class, before the math teacher had finished class, the English teacher stood at the door again, holding a large section of test papers in his hand, which made the students complain again and again.
On the playground, we ran as much as we could, leaving behind sweat and tears, echoing our slogans, and preserving our strong bodies. In the morning reading class, the sound of our loud reading echoed in the campus, adding interesting vitality to our beautiful school.
"In the beginning, we are children, and in the end, we long to become angels. The songs of the songs hide the shadow of fairy tales." In the blink of an eye, the tense life of the third grade of junior high school is coming to an end. The third year of junior high school is over, and we are about to say goodbye to our teachers, but we will never forget our intense life in the third year of junior high school, because it left a brilliant chapter in the long river of our lives, and we will always remember the gorgeous chapter. Medal!
Third grade, I will always remember you! Time Grade 1 Composition 7
On a wonderful night, I stood on the balcony, looking at the willow trees and the empty road downstairs. It gradually reminded me of the experience of buying food with my friends. That time left a deep impression on me.
On Saturday morning, I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and prepared to have breakfast. As I washed my face, I thought: I have finally finished my homework and can go out and play.
After breakfast, I’m going to go play. Yesterday afternoon, my friend told me that we should go buy food together tomorrow night. His parents are not at home, and his mother will give him money and let him buy food by himself. I thought at the time: My parents are not at home anyway, so let’s go with him!
When I got downstairs, I found him and asked him if he was going in the evening. He said: "Of course I want to go. After we finish shopping, let's go to my house for dinner!"
He and I stayed until the afternoon. We agreed to get the money first and then gather here. I called my mother when I got home and asked him if he would let me use the money to buy food and eat at his house after buying the food. My mother agreed.
I quickly took 20 yuan and gathered at the original place. He was already waiting there. We rode our bicycles and ran wildly on the road. There was no car or person on the road. We were like wild horses galloping on the prairie, happy and excited.
However, although we are riding fast, we are still far from the hotel and we have to ride for a long time. Halfway through the ride, we were so tired that we lost consciousness, so we decided to rest for a while before continuing the ride. Finally, we arrived at the hotel.
Because our bicycles were not locked, I had to look at the bicycles outside while he went to buy food. I waited for a while, and he came out and handed me the hot rice. Our hearts were as sweet as eating honey.
I know that we don’t have much time to play, so I will cherish our friendship and the happy time between us from now on. In the years to come, if we encounter difficulties, we must persevere and we will be able to overcome them.
My friend and I may not see each other again when we grow up, but the time between me and him is the most important part of my childhood. Time Grade 1 Composition 8
Because God could not reach every child at the same time, so He created mothers.
My mother is the most ordinary person in the world, so ordinary that no one else can be found. However, in my heart, my mother is as beautiful, selfless, pure and kind as a goddess. I love her as much as I love life. My mother also loves me very much, because her whole life is for me and she is paying for me without asking for anything in return. Mother's love is sweet nagging and heart-warming words. When I go out, my mother always says a few words: Wear thicker clothes and don’t catch cold; don’t eat randomly; be careful when crossing the road... In her eyes, I seem to be someone who will never grow up. A child, however, she herself gradually lost her years in these whispers, and gradually lost her tranquil beauty like a lotus.
My mother’s love is because of my joys and sorrows, and because of my illness and sadness, I am so nervous that I don’t know where to stand or sit.
My resistance is very low and my body is very weak. Once it rained heavily. I got caught in the rain and didn’t have time to change clothes, so I fell ill.
Living in the hospital, I didn't want to talk or eat. I was in great pain, with a high fever, and fluids were being transfused into my hands. Even turning over was so painful that I shed tears. So, my mother held my hand in her palm, blew it gently, and asked me if it hurt. At that time, my heart seemed to be blown warmly. Of course, I knew that this could not relieve my pain, but I still nodded and said "it doesn't hurt." But my mother seemed to have found a way to save my life. Keep blowing and filling the scars in my heart. In this way, I was sick for three days, and my mother was telling me some happy things, cooking me delicious meals, and working hard for my health. But there was not a word of complaint. I think this is a major reason why she lost her youth. Time Grade 1 Composition 9
That day, I followed my parents to a small desert.
This is a small desert surrounded by mountains. Although it is a desert, there is still some life: a few patches of green grass. I sat in the desert and grabbed a handful of sand. It was thin, soft, and very comfortable. I looked around, and there were sheep and a few cows in the distance. The shepherd drove the sheep to the grass to graze, and the cows followed slowly. From time to time, the shouts of travelers are heard from the mountain: "Hey-hey-!"
It is sunset, and the light of the sunset shines on the clouds, making them colorful and gorgeous. Mom and Dad were taking pictures of this most beautiful moment. I ran to the sheep and watched them grazing quietly. They eat so slowly, as if they are enjoying this beautiful moment, but they also seem to be reminiscing about the deliciousness of the grass and the colorful sunset. There were several cows over there with a calf. One cow seemed to be its relative. He looked at it quietly and licked the calf's eyes. The calf turned back and shouted "Moo, Moo". Not telling its mother what it's thinking?
The light of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and the sky slowly dimmed. The shepherd shouted to the sheep and signaled them to go back. The sheep screamed "baa, baa" and seemed unwilling to leave. My parents also waved to me and asked me to go back, but I didn't want to go back.
"Let me stay a little longer!" I shouted, and I sat quietly in the small desert again, put my hands behind my head, and lay down. The "baa, baa" of the sheep, the "moo, moo" of the cattle, the shouts of the shepherds, and the "chirp" of the magpies in the sky merged into one, forming a unique symphony that echoed in my heart. ear. "How pleasant!" I thought to myself. "Go back, the magpies have also returned to their nests."
In the gentle evening breeze, the family embarked on their return journey. The good times have passed, but the good feelings remain in our memories. Time 10 Composition 10
In the past few days, the sun has been particularly strong. Anyone who raises the national flag can gain another level of blackness. Now that I have finished my main course in the afternoon, I have to leave school early to go to the headquarters, but the sunshine is so bright that I wish I could invite Hou Yi to teach the remaining sun a lesson...
In other words, the grass in the sun is green. The smell reminds me of my childhood. The sun is also so bright, accompanied by the smell of burnt grass. In that smell, there are me, grandparents, sweet summer mung bean syrup, and iced watermelon. What makes people miss is the warm memory. I want to lie on the grass without any worries, my grandparents gently shake the cattail leaf fans, and we all fall asleep together.
The smell of grass in the breeze is particularly refreshing. This refreshing scent can transport me to any place. Shenzhen has long summers, but winter always comes late. The trees are prosperous, and the smell of grass is more of a soft smell of various green trees and wild flowers. It has been with me throughout my childhood memories. The occasional gust of wind is enough to make people burst into tears and feel infinite emotion at the familiar smell.
The smell of night is the saddest. Because sad emotions will overflow, perhaps with the fragrance of Head and Shoulders, we traveled back to the time of military training, and the entire corridor was filled with the smell of shampoo. That girl has long hair reaching her waist and a military green hat resting quietly on her head. She is very beautiful. On the green grass after the rain, we held hands, looked at the thin raindrops, joked, and admired the purple sky. It was a dream that was unreal. The smell of the rain was also stored in my memory.
Taste is a time machine. I read a lot of nonsense. There are too many wonderful memories, but every taste is covered with a layer of sadness for me.
Because, you can’t go back to the past. Time Grade 1 Composition 11
I am often moved by a song, the melody is ups and downs, and the singing voice is melodious. Especially an old song, a song marked by the times. Time has quietly brought us from the past to the present, and will also bring us to the future.
When you hear those familiar songs, you can’t help but feel nostalgic. The state of mind is like seeing the leaves falling from the sky in the late autumn dusk. Very pure and beautiful, but also a bit sad and lonely!
Perhaps the leaves have turned into a string of smart notes, allowing sentimental people to smell the autumn of life and the sigh of life!
The singing is still so crisp and pure, as if a bird in the sky is passing by, a long stream of clear spring is flowing through my heart, and a breeze with the smell of mint is blowing in front of me. Same.
It makes people's hearts feel relieved and cleanses them with beautiful ripples.
Listening to a song is like reading a book or a story. Many times I will be moved to tears by the stories in the songs and my heart will be sour. Maybe this is called immersiveness!
Listening to a song is like reading a poem, with its beautiful artistic conception and rich emotions. And the beautiful words flashing on the rhymes make people feel a kind of enjoyment and comfort.
I found the past in the singing, and found the little furry child who hummed nursery rhymes, swung on the swing, and had bare feet in his childhood. The joy is like reading a funny fairy tale. It's like dreaming again. Beauty is like smoke, beauty is like clouds.
Inadvertently, the singing stopped, but I accidentally lost the years, the touch, and the pure memory. I want to find it again, so I can only use this flowing carrier to let these small notes float through my thoughts, allowing me to find that pure childhood again.
Spring flowers, autumn breeze, winter sunset, unforgettable childhood, and melancholy youth are all integrated into this ups and downs and elegant melody.
The song in the rainy night sky makes people deeply intoxicated and concerned. This singing voice is full of mellow fragrance, it must have been soaked in wine, otherwise why is it so strong that people can't get rid of it!
The ditty is floating all over the room, just like time is flowing away from the eyes and flying past the window. Perhaps at this time, the breeze and strings of notes are dancing the most touching dance of time on the back of time.
At this time, I should also sing the most affectionate song for Time! A love song of time that affects years, tears, and all moods! Time Grade 1 Composition 12
The summer wind blows away June, and I am lucky enough to meet Xia Yu at the beginning of summer.
In spring, it seemed that before she could fully show her charm, she was snatched away from the limelight by the impatient Xia Tian. I still remember that when I was a child, I loved summer very much, because I could put on a light skirt, play with my friends downstairs on a night where cicadas were chirping and the sky was full of stars, and I could run as much as I wanted without feeling hot. I don’t feel tired either, but I just drink a glass of cold water quickly after returning home, and then I am still not satisfied and want to drink another glass. Sometimes I compete with the little girls to see whose skirt looks prettier when twirled. I can’t stop spinning. I just keep laughing and spinning, and when I stop, I can’t tell the difference between the east, west, north and south. It hit me, but I still couldn’t help but want to laugh...
The heat of summer really makes it impossible for people to do anything with peace of mind. Thank you for the unexpected summer rain. Listening to Xia Yu's voice, crisp and sweet, I felt more at peace in my heart. The noisy summer leaves no place for people who long for peace and quiet. Maybe that moment of peace is just in front of the electric fan or in the air-conditioned room.
When it rains, I like to stay at home quietly, lying quietly in front of the desk, reading a book and wearing shoes. When I am tired, I just look out the window and watch the raindrops tapping lightly. Open the window and hear the sound of raindrops jumping between the sky and the earth. At that time, I felt that the world was so wonderful. At that time, I felt that this was the best time. At that time, my thoughts seemed to fly away with the rain, and I didn't know where they would end up.
I don’t know how to describe the rain with my poor writing style. Feeling the breeze accompanying the summer rain, which seemed to come from the misty sea, my mood suddenly became brighter. Perhaps, this summer rain should not settle on the tip of my pen, but should settle in my heart.
________Written on June 1, Shiguang Senior Grade 1 Composition 13
The speed of light is amazing, it is enough to circle the earth several times. And time passes as fast as the speed of light.
Although there are only 24 hours in each day, people feel that they have enough time. When the last quarter of the clock struck, people realized that there was not enough time and began to regret it.
Time witnesses history. From ancient times to the present, earth-shaking changes have taken place. But time will never change with the development of the earth, it will only witness everything!
Why do people regret that time flies too fast. The most fundamental reason is that people are wasting time. I thought I had too much time, so I started wasting time. "Tomorrow's Song" is a typical example. Always pushing it to tomorrow is a waste of time.
Human beings are the carriers of history. After people are overloaded, it’s the next one’s turn. Time has seen all this and written it into history. There was once a song that deeply moved me. This song was about the father of "Chopstick Brothers". This song not only affects me, but also many people who are wasting their time. Don't wait for tomorrow's time, save your time today.
How does time pass? It may start when you are born, pass when you play, or when you eat... time passes in your daily life. That's why people are wasting their time. This is because people do not live in the present and always place themselves in the future time. However, your future self is influenced by your present. When I can do something, I always want to put it off, thinking that I have a lot of time. Don't care about this little time.
Just because I don't care about this little time, time disappears day by day.
After people have wasted time, there is not much time left. Old people always complain about themselves. When they are still wasting it unconsciously in their old age. It's because they don't live in the present and the next generation in the future. Time Grade 1 Composition 14
Everyone’s childhood toys are constantly changing. Maybe they were excited because of the novelty and fun of the toys, or maybe they were thrown away and ignored because the toys were old and damaged. As we grow older, we seal all the toys at the bottom of the box and gradually forget about them, but there is only one toy that has been with us since we were born and cannot get rid of it. This kind of thing that follows us like a shadow has only two simple words - time.
It is said that childhood is a wonderful time. It is true that time just met us at that time, so many troubles had not yet had time to find us, and we only had a vague concept of him. Time stands on our shoulders with lowered eyebrows and eyes, wearing a plain white gauze dress softly and smoothly, and it seems that it will never yell at us. Running carefree, we held the young and strong hands of our parents and played with other cute toys, while he stood aside and smiled at us softly and silently. He looked so amiable, and we also felt sorry for this obedient little boy who had no sense of existence. The guy treated him calmly and acquiesced in his fateful and forbearing existence.
When we were teenagers, our time was different but also the same. Without exception, they set out to prove their worth and took many adventures that we in the past and us in the future will lament: Occasionally raising his eyes while swimming in the sea of ??books, he performs acrobatics on the hands of the clock, swinging the stand around for a reincarnation; hidden in the dim light, he secretly holds the hand of the one he admires, and he enjoys it in the hair and fingertips of his parents. He was playing around, changing roles abruptly, wrinkling the originally tight skin under his feet, and turning his black hair that was originally silky white. We love the magic of time that makes us grow, and hate the way time makes us hasty.
He put on the phoenix crown robe and hid his brows, and the bright red curtain was pulled open to stage an unpredictable drama. We are the audience and the parties involved. We can obviously appreciate it, but after enjoying the wonderful things, we must Gradually facing the end of the song, how can you feel like complaining too much about the weariness of time and not grasping the present moment? Time has been changing, and the handsomeness of the old days has faded away. One day they abandon us and wander around, and we lose everything. No matter where time goes, we must follow him closely. When we were little, he followed us closely; when we grew up, we chased him forever.
If you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is not to lose it again. I don’t care about eternity, I only care about what I have now; even if the world changes, I still want to cherish it. Beautiful and fleeting time, please don’t go to the ends of the earth anymore. My side will always be your home. Time Grade 1 Composition 15
The night is dim, and the black reflection under the street lamp looks a bit lonely. One's steps, one's thoughts, one's sorrow are like drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or cold.
Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and I have been living a lazy life from graduation to now. During the National Day, my father discussed my work with me. He hoped that I could find a simple job and take my time step by step instead of always being idle.
His every word and every suggestion will be deeply remembered. Because I know very well that he is planning for my future, at least he will not do nothing.
With the dreams in mind, the desires in the heart, the expectations of the parents, and the fighting spirit in the heart, she responded to him firmly.
When I came to this unfamiliar environment, the firm belief in my heart dissipated, and I became more uneasy. One was huddled in the room, looking at the dark clouds outside the window, feeling as if the whole person was dimmed by the wandering dark clouds.
When night fell, in order to buy some personal toiletries, I had to go to the supermarket with my father. After choosing the things and paying the bill, my father didn't forget to ask me about recruitment nearby, but in the end it was called an end because it was full.
At the entrance of the alley, under the street lights, my father walked in front of me, and I followed him, looking at the vicissitudes of his back, feeling a little depressed. Lowering his head and looking at his reflection, he suddenly realized how much of a failure he was.
When you go to school, choose beautiful fantasies. Now that the dream is broken, I understand the cruelty of society.
In this society full of talents, what is lacking is the courage to face it, rather than blind weakness. Maybe, in the next second, you will be eliminated by your weakness.