Writing on the topic of wind 1 Whenever I go to school, I always feel that the wind doll is busy.
In summer, children play on the playground, and the air is sultry. When the wind doll blows gently, the children feel cool and say to the wind doll, "Thank you, wind doll, we only have fun with you."
The red flag rose slowly, listless, and the wind doll saw it. The red flag fluttered freely in the wind and said, "Thank you, Wind Doll, I can't float without you."
The willow tree hung its head as if unhappy, and the wind doll brought a breeze. The willow happily shows off its beauty and says to the wind doll, "Thank you so much. Without you, I can't jump out of the beautiful branches."
It's raining, the wind doll is blowing gently, and a little rain falls on the flowers. The flower said, "Thank you, Wind Doll, for making my smile brighter."
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Wind dolls feel extremely proud and happy. It wants to do more for people.
In my mind, home is a vegetable garden, I am a vegetable seedling, a thriving seedling, and the family style that has accompanied me for thirteen years is dew and raindrops. It is the family style that patiently moistens me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. I can't thrive without family style.
Family style accompanied me from ignorance to maturity, and stepped on the steps of life step by step. This is my intangible strength-family lifestyle. In my vague memory, my mother taught me to be polite, to respect the old and love the young, to be honest and trustworthy, to help others and so on. Quality is strictly controlled.
Time goes by slowly and things happen again and again. The bright sunshine outside shone directly into the window, and the controversy in our family once again reached my ears:
"You say how old you are, and you can't do anything well. Listen, I asked you to get yourself a glass of water. Why is it so full and spilled everywhere? " My mother, who has always loved me, started nagging again while wiping the water on the table. Mother's "chatterbox" is a bit annoying, but it can barely be regarded as "music". Just listen to it. It turns out that an aunt came to my house this morning. My mother ordered me to pour a glass of water for my aunt. Accidents will happen. Unexpectedly, the hand was shaken carelessly and the water was full. A little careless, but I didn't mean to. After menstruation left, my mother's "small bass horn" began to play nonstop, and it was steady and half-hearted. I must correct it.
"So big, I don't even know the rules. I don't know how to greet the guests when they come. I only care about myself. " As soon as my mother sent the guests away, she gave me another "gift" when she came back. How could I be so unlucky? "...!" After a long speech, my mother was not tired at all: "You should know how to respect others and be polite." From then on, I dare not neglect the guests at home for a moment, and quickly left a "hello aunt" and right a "hello uncle."
In my mother's chatter, I learned to be polite, respect others and concentrate on my work ... As I grew older, my mother never slackened. Tell me: "Although these things are trivial and trivial, they can directly affect your growth." My family style is cultivated by my mother, step by step, step by step.
Yes, the cultivation of an intangible good family style is the transmission of positive energy and the feedback of your future education. As long as the family style is good, the national style is good.
Our family style, I hope it stays in my home. May the never-ending wind of progress blow all over the Chinese nation and into thousands of households. May my family become richer and better because of it.
The weather at the TV station is bad, and the forecast says that a typhoon is coming. In the morning, it will be sunny for a while, perineum for a while and rain for a while. Hurry and ask mom to collect the clothes.
However, my mother just hung up all the clothes on the balcony and found that the rain had stopped. After observing for a while, my mother decided to take out her clothes again. Unfortunately, it just started to rain, so I had to take them back. It will rain heavily and wash the windows for a while. It seems that there will be a "wiper" installed in the window. I can't go out in the rain, but I found my fun, because I can finally play with the newly bought water gun, because I no longer have to be afraid of getting wet by the clothes of my neighbors downstairs.
The leaves outside the window are withered and red is scattered all over the floor. ~ ~ inscription
Life is hard to avoid some pain, just don't want to recall; Life is destined to have some wounds, just don't want to touch them. Who says men don't cry, but they don't feel sad?
I still remember a weekend in primary school. I cried for the first time in my life, maybe because of the first time. I cried for a long time. ...
At that time, I made an appointment with my classmates to play basketball on the weekend afternoon, and my family were waiting happily. Maybe it's because I am so happy. Maybe it's a little joke of God! I had a stomachache a minute before you knocked on the door, so I quickly went to the bathroom to tell my dad that my classmates were coming and told him to wait for me.
No sooner had my back foot stepped into the toilet than you arrived. I'm in a hurry, and I want to hurry. But at this moment, my father spoke: Are you my son's classmate? He has something to do today, so I'm afraid he can't play basketball with you. He caught a cold unexpectedly last night. You didn't say anything, and you doubted it. I was reckless, wiped my ass, raised my pants and ran out the door. You looked at me in surprise, but it was too late. My classmates have already disappeared in the vast sea of people, leaving no trace. ...
I ran home and said to my father loudly, "why don't you tell the truth?" Why did you lie to him? That's my friend. Why are you adults so ignorant of friendship? "
Before you could speak, I ran into the room, locked it upside down and cried on the bed.
a long while ...
Then I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I felt something was missing from my mind. I can't remember it anyway. When I opened the window, I found the originally calm sky-
It's windy, it's windy ...
In a year, the freshest wind is the summer wind. Isn't it? Since July, high temperature has become the dominant weather stage in Zhejiang Province. When people are unbearable in the heat, there is only one thought in their hearts: wind, come quickly! Look, didn't she come with cicadas and birds?
In the morning, when the wind blew for the first time, the grass yawned and waved to her. Flowers sway with the wind, and the fragrance of flowers permeates this pure world, which is refreshing; The air is full of thick floral fragrance, which makes the air fresher and sweeter.
At noon, the sun is like fire, the concrete floor is steaming, and human beings live in the stove. The average temperature in our province is the highest in 60 years. The cicada kept calling in the tree: "cicada, cicada." The farmer's uncle is very hard: loosening soil and watering, not afraid of heat, sweating like a pig. How much they need the cool wind at this time! A breeze blew, and the farmer's uncle felt cool. But soon, the wind blew hard, the trees were uprooted and the parking signs were blown down by the wind; Earth, stone and sand have all rolled into hills and fallen leaves are flying all over the sky. After a while, there was lightning and thunder, the thunder was deafening and the lightning was dazzling. "Hua, Hua," the downpour fell from the sky, and the wind was accompanied by heavy rain. "Bang, bang, bang" The windows of all kinds of houses are slammed.
At night, insects and birds sing and fireflies fly around, bringing light to people; Several white-haired old people sat in the shade, enjoying the cool, playing chess and cards. At this time, a cool breeze blows gently, and many old people dance and exercise in the park; The children are skating and skateboarding, enjoying the coolness brought by the wind.
The wind in summer, like an angel, brings coolness to people in hot summer. Bring happiness to the dead.
Composition on the topic of wind 6 changeable weather, busy days, complicated mood; Set off this bleak atmosphere. I can't find the past, and confusion haunts me. Where is the heart?
Once, you were the protagonist, hidden in those lingering poems. You fell in love with my sentimental words. I also want to meet you in reality, be brave for you once and go to the end of the world.
I think this time, really, I am a stranger. From then on, the bridge belongs to the bridge and the road belongs to the road. Maybe things that are too beautiful will soon disappear. And the beginning I expected turned into a wordless end. Once, who promised to accompany who for a lifetime? It doesn't matter in an instant. When love has become the past, we don't ask right or wrong when we meet. It is enough for butterflies to fly across the sea. I love you. You once smiled at me, and I was warm and beautiful. That's enough. ()
I took the initiative to meet you these days. You are always at arm's length, and you have your reasons. I never asked. Those waiting days. I rubbed my thoughts into the night and wrote down my feelings for you, but in the end I was full of sadness. I've been thinking, why is this? What am I clinging to? I miss your childhood, teenager. When I met you, you became a husband with a wife and a son. A man with a story. I fell in love with you for no reason. Now, it takes a lifetime to forget. There is a whole long river between us, and we can't swim in this life. Grow old with your son. Also become a fantasy. Maybe there are too many injustices in this world. I once loved you tenderly. This love makes me at a loss. I know I'm playing a losing game. This will make me lose the happiness of my life. And the love you give, really false, I can't tell, but I'd rather indulge in it. Unwilling to wake up.
I really want to hear your inner voice. I also want to tell you. Cherish the woman who accompanied you along the way. She accompanied you through hardships and gave you a child. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't do it. She is a good wife.
Brother Smile never gives himself an excuse. You always avoid questions, especially emotionally. When quarreling, you will choose silence. You never analyze a problem, and you never find a solution to it. In life, you have nothing but work. You have the ability to make people who love you stop loving you and caring about you. Your wife knows. Me too.
You are afraid of loneliness, but you are used to it. You are afraid of bondage. But I'm tied down. You are afraid of silence, but you treat everyone and everything in a silent way.
I really want to write an article to commemorate our love. I don't know how to write. Write these words, don't end. How to tell these unspeakable feelings. Finally, the end of the story was written as a parting sigh. The pain of passing by is erased with a smile.
Today, you and I only have these scattered words, which will let us relive the romance at that time. At that time, I laughed heartlessly. At the moment, sadness flows against the river.
Many years later, on a deserted night. Will you remember the reason for your first love?
A cold wind rustled on the window in front of me, and then everything was calm again. Perhaps, only the swaying branches on the roadside know that it has come, or perhaps, only the ripples on the lake know that it has come.
The wind has gone without a trace.