What day was that? Composition 1 In my six-year primary school career, many days faded out with the passage of time, but this day was imprinted on my heart like a brand, which I will never forget.
Ups and downs, day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I experienced a six-year career in primary school. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience, every touch … has made me unforgettable. Now that we have bid farewell to our alma mater, a feeling of attachment arises spontaneously.
Now, we have graduated and have changed from primary school students to junior high school students. Those happy days in primary school are gone forever. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that I should go to our alma mater where we lived for six years.
Walking into the school gate, the campus is empty, only my lonely figure. Looking at these familiar scenery, I am not only full of nostalgia, but also deeply grateful to every grass and tree here, every beloved teacher and every lovely classmate.
Green grass, flowers, pine trees and green leaves. They decorated our lovely campus. They make us feel so selfless every day, accompany us to study hard, watch us play and watch us go home. In a trance, I seem to see us playing on the grass again. At that time, we didn't seem to know what trouble was, and we had been dreaming innocent dreams, and the cheerful laughter seemed to reverberate in our ears.
Unconsciously, I came to the classroom. Seeing the familiar blackboards, tables and chairs, and fluorescent lamps, it seems that there is a sound of reading in my ear. The students held their heads high and spread their wings high. It seems that anyone who reads quietly is like losing a battle, and they are all passionate. The teacher on the podium smiled at us, sometimes writing on the blackboard, and sometimes patiently explaining to us. Dear teachers, thank you, it is you who make us grow endless wisdom day by day, and it is you who personally light up hope for our dear motherland!
What day was that? Composition 2 A blank sheet of paper, no matter how clean, is inevitably stained. Just like, everyone's life, ups and downs can be synthesized successfully. Even if it is sweet, it will make people suffocate.
And I, unfortunately, knocked over the five-flavor bottle
Just like the sea flooded a boat, I soon forgot the word "parents" in the rebellious period. Because, at that time, in my opinion, it was just a bondage. What my parents said about diaosi class was unnecessary. Although I am very affectionate, I just want to release myself and I don't see anyone else. I saw my parents' tears, but I never understood the hidden worries. Parents say disobedience is not a good boy. I think this is just a trick to coax children. The malice of honest people, like gravel in rice and unclean thorns in fish, gives people an unexpected pain. I don't want to be that person.
So, I repeatedly contradicted, making relatives and others say that I "grew up." At that time, I was shameless and proud, but I found that the smile that once bloomed for me was no longer cute, and I was separated from the people who had taken special care of me. If I think pride is just a warm affection, I don't think it's worth it. I'm back where I started. But time is an hourglass, which will finally make me understand the definition of success. Oh, only those who manage their families and careers perfectly are entitled to be conceited.
I began to understand what is desirable and what is just listening, but my heart is still steaming like a boiler, which is very annoying. Being sensible seems a bit difficult and a bit simple, hovering on the edge of posturing again and again. I understand that I am still naive and don't know how to advance and retreat.
So the continuous light rain became more and more astringent in my heart until my mother asked me to pour out all the bitter water. I chatted with my mother for the first time in the afternoon. It was a long time and my heart was warm.
Rebellion now is like a dying person, just wandering in the warmest corner of my heart. Listening to the warm light hitting our hearts together.
Although it is just a beautiful dream that people dare not touch.
I hope the wind won't blow it away.
What day was that? The wind is rustling and I don't know where I'm going. Worth being intoxicated. The wind blew gently into the window and messed up my neat hair, which swayed slightly in the air. My eyes seem to have been pricked and my hair floated out of my eyes. The black pearl was shaking, and I held my stinging cheek with my cold hand. The cheeks like red wine seem to be destroyed. Oh, maybe!
Looking up into the distance, I heard the music on Na Yue's Lower black and white keys, and my tangled hair stopped fluttering inadvertently, huh? The wind has stopped?
Cleaning up the room I destroyed, the cold of the night suddenly penetrated my heart. The night is so long!
I am a lonely person, a silent person, and I have the greatest pain in the world-betrayal, abandonment and trampling. Maybe that's what people do! Life is like this! I like the dark night, because at this time, I can do what I want but I can't. I like black full of fear, because I like the tranquility and serenity at night. A person used to like white. She said, "white represents a white angel with a pair of white wings, which has been abandoned or forgotten, so she likes white and she likes angels." Another person said that she likes black, saying, "Black is the night at night, but it's not all black. There are several shining stars and a round moon in the black sky, which makes her intoxicated and infatuated, and makes her unconsciously fall in love with the dark night and the black that everyone hates. "
This lonely day, accompanied by me, only air and night, what is loneliness? Loneliness is the night, and it is the place that human beings are most afraid of-hell.
In this lonely day, I was deeply fascinated by the night. Look, there is a girl. Blood-red hair scattered, vaguely seen, like waist-length hair, it was so cold, wearing a small skirt, she seemed to be crying.
That lonely day was the most painful for me. Having experienced the memories of betrayal, abandonment and trampling, it seems that I have lost my way now. Vaguely groping for the direction, halfway through, the cold fingertips seem to touch something. Look carefully, it's a pair of hands, but I'm still walking alone on this road, without anyone's company, no.
If friendship is an evergreen tree, it must be watered by a clear spring from the heart; If friendship is an unbeaten flower, then it must be the rising sun in my heart. Friendship is very important to everyone, isn't it?
In junior high school, I became lonely. I don't know any friends. I don't know anywhere. Everything here is so strange. I long for a friend.
"Hello, my name is Xiao Qi. Let's make friends, bosom friends. " This strange sound surprised me a little. I looked around and it turned out to be her-Xiao Qi. Seeing that I was silent, she asked me again, and I agreed happily. Since then, we have been good friends who talk about everything.
"Abortion, let's go to the library together!" Xiaoqi said. "Yes, I'm going to borrow books. Go! " I said.
When I got to the library, I picked up a book and read it with relish. Inadvertently, I tore one of the pages and was just seen by the administrator next to me. I apologized in a hurry and tried to make up for my mistake, but they all asked me to pay for it. But I came out in a hurry today, and I was at a loss as long as I had a few dollars on me. I just want to find a crack in the ground and get in. This is Xiao Qi coming out like a soldier, telling me her personal feelings and paying me back. I don't know why, my face is as red as the winter sun. I looked at Xiaoqi and felt that I was the last friend she should make. On the way back, I kept saying thank you or sorry to Xiao Qi. She told me-we are friends and best friends; Friends should help each other and lend a helping hand when they are in trouble. My heart was touched at once, and tears slowly slipped like a broken pearl. The next day, I returned the money to her, and she smiled at me. I'm speechless.
How much laughter friendship has aroused and how many tears friendship has dried. The spring breeze of friendship is warm and warm, and the breeze of friendship raises the sails. A semester is coming, why don't we cherish the days with our friends?
In this era of rapid development, people live a noisy and busy life, and rarely have their own quiet life.
The sun lifted the curtain of the night, and the world washed by heavy rain was accompanied by chirping birds, and Ran Ran got up. Rain drops on rice paper, and spring blossoms. Ah, a new day has begun!
The green tea on the table gives off a wisp of hot air. Sitting at the desk, I opened a collection of essays, smelled faint ink, savored it carefully, and realized the joys and sorrows between the lines of the author. Take a sip of tea, take a deep breath of fresh air after the rain, and stretch yourself, feeling extremely comfortable.
Since reading Zhou Dun's Love Lotus, I found that I like lotus flowers, and I like "eight or nine leaves in the field, and the green pool is scattered at the beginning." In the lotus pond when the water is tender in spring, the round shadow has covered the fish; I like the lotus pond in summer. The flounce skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of my face. Sigh the autumn lotus pond of "cold blue autumn fresh water, residual red and half broken lotus"
The sun is hanging in the sky, showing its gorgeous colors to the fullest. Standing quietly by the lotus pond, the lotus blooms in a large area, beautiful but not enchanting. There are still some dewdrops on the lotus, which exude a faint golden light under the sunlight. The green lotus leaves make the lotus more delicate and charming, and what seeps into my nose is a warm fragrance.
In the evening, I looked up at the sky, the birds drew several arcs with their wings, the clouds were dyed the color of roses, and the earth was covered with a golden coat.
At night, facing the night sky and looking at the bright moonlight, I entered into infinite reverie ... Alas, another day passed!
On that quiet day, the fragrance of tea, books, flowers, birds, sunset glow and bright moon was plain and beautiful. ...
What day was that? Willow is green, peach is red. The spring breeze gently blows across the banks of Surabaya, just like that gentle girl. Spring is so simple and kind. It was the same in those days. And time always tortures people. In a blink of an eye, we all really grew up that day.
Looking at the distance, it was the dawn that reminded me of the innocent days of six years of primary school, and I couldn't help but smile at my mouth. A girl with a mushroom head patted me: "Hey, what are you thinking?" I gave her a contemptuous look: "I'm thinking of primary school." "I'll go with you." "……"
We have been together for six years, laughing and playing together. We are the first in many sports meetings. That is the result of our joint efforts. The athletes sweated profusely on the playground, and the cheerleaders struggled and shouted on the lawn. We all cheered for someone when they crossed the red line. Everyone's face is a gentle smile. Many times during the exam, we work hard in the examination room, and the teacher is very worried before the exam, and we are sure to get a successful result. Nowadays, ignorant boys and girls have grown into lush boys and girls.
In the sixth grade, we were all sighing when we could graduate. Once upon a time, we talked about our dreams in the dormitory; Once upon a time, we laughed wildly in the classroom; Once upon a time, we lamented that time flies. Are we heartless, or are six years just a moment? That year, she was laughing loudly; That year, he was reckless in his literary talent. This is us, living freely and ruthlessly. The young people of that year were brilliant in literary talent; The girl of that year struggled to catch up. Time flies, we are imagining the future, we are realizing the future, and we are surpassing the future. Our future may be far away, but no one denies our future. We are trying, we are struggling. We just know that the future is far away and the past is unrealistic. We are too simple, we only know that we can succeed if we work hard again, and we can win recognition by smirking. If we are monks for one day, we will ring the bell for one day. This is our beautiful and simple childhood and our simple memory. Our childhood was wonderful.
Just a rainy parting, just everyone's first starting point. May everyone remember the simple days and strive for the future. May everyone remember the past and face the future.
Unfortunately, everyone has had it, and of course I have. Regret makes people feel sad; Regret makes people feel inferior; Regret makes people feel sad.
When I was in the fourth grade at the age of ten, I had a very good friend: we went home together; We study together; We play together. He is my classmate and deskmate Li Kunpeng. But now we have never met again.
It was a Saturday, and I made an appointment with Li Kunpeng to experience the remote-controlled toy plane my grandmother brought me from my hometown in the park in the afternoon. I joined Li Kunpeng with my "sweetheart". I first showed off my driving skills in front of him with skilled technology, and let the remote-controlled toy plane turn several times in the sky and land on the lawn smoothly. He also wants to try it after reading it. Seeing that Li Kunpeng couldn't wait, I briefly introduced the operation method on the remote control. In this way, the plane took off under the control of Li Kunpeng, but I didn't expect to hear a bang and the plane hit the iron fence in the park. I rushed over and saw that the propeller on the plane was broken, and my heart was almost broken. But I gritted my teeth and held back my tears without saying a word. But Li Kunpeng bowed his head and left without saying a word. This makes me very angry: this guy broke my plane and left without saying "I'm sorry". In the days that followed, we were no longer deskmates and did not talk. As I am the class committee of my class, I often find fault with Li Kunpeng. But Li Kunpeng didn't say a word. A month later, Li Kunpeng not only moved, but also transferred to another school. So I never saw him again.
It was not until my birthday that I received a gift box from another classmate. I opened it and was shocked. It turned out to be a foreign-style remote-controlled toy plane, which is not only bigger than mine, but also more beautiful than mine. There is also a letter from Li Kunpeng. After reading it, I burst into tears and regretted it very much. Regret not communicating with Li Kunpeng at the beginning; Regret not being reconciled with Li Kunpeng; Regret should not blame Li Kunpeng; Regret what you did, regret ...
Until today, I have never seen Li Kunpeng or said a few words to him face to face, which has always made me regret that sad day.
I forget when it was. I fell in love with the touch of pen and paper. I forgot what season it was and fell in love with the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard.
Walking on the path in the forest, the wind gently caressed my hair and covered my eyes. I didn't mean to pet it back at all, waiting for the wind to blow my hair back. However, the wind never brushed my hair back, just passed me quietly, but I found it. I can only raise my hand regretfully, gently stroke my hair back to its original position and walk away quietly.
Rain is a good friend I met on the Internet. She knows me very well. Whenever I publish a work, she always reads it first and then leaves a lovely comment:
"Maybe your temperament attracted me, maybe your writing seduced me. You are always so bad. "
"What you write is always so attractive and enviable."
……
I have seen a picture of rain. There is a playful girl in the photo, with a white high collar. Her white face, pink mouth bent into a beautiful arc, and a pair of big black eyes hidden under thick eyelashes.
Slowly, I got used to a lot of comments from a person named' Memory' after the composition, to the mailbox full of emails, to a cute avatar flashing when I was on QQ, and to everything the rain brought me.
I always thought that the smile of rain was the most beautiful picture, until one day, the QQ head stopped flashing, there was no comment behind the composition, there was no email in the mailbox, and the girl with big eyes and white skin could not be found. She just disappeared without a trace.
This seems to be a dream. After waking up, there were only vague shadows, vague words and vague smiles, which made me forget the feeling of joking with the rain.
That unforgettable day, like the wind, caressed me gently and took nothing away, leaving only vague memories and a faint smell of grass.
I don't know how many pages of homework were used in those years, and there are some origami in the review materials. How long do you have to review today and how much time do you have to play? Oh, maybe I think too much, so I'd better concentrate on reviewing.
A few days before the final exam the year before last, it was foggy, the pollution was too heavy, and I had a holiday. In fact, which one is a holiday? I think it's a special review period given by God, which is many times more than usual homework.
Although there is a lot of homework these days, it is far more relaxed than usual. Really, you talk too much. In fact, there is more to share equally. The homework is a math paper and a Chinese paper, as well as dictation and recitation. Trusteeship requirements are not very strict, boring all morning, there is still time to rest in the middle. Idle and bored, just fold a few frog stars, homework is coming, keep working hard. Oh, it's time for spot check again. Sometimes I ask some students who are not good at learning, but they can't answer, so they just make it up. For example, "What is the antonym of depression? ..... not depressed! " Like this, it can often cause a group of people to burst into laughter, "Don't laugh!" In fact, when the teacher said this sentence, he tried not to laugh.
After lunch, it's time to go to bed. Because we didn't go to school in those days, not many people wanted to sleep. The teacher can see our little thoughts and doesn't care much. Therefore, that moment at noon became our paradise. Those who have mobile phones are the happiest, those who play king, those who play MC, and those who are free and loose. For me, the mobile phone is nothing, just a "thin brick" that can see images and make sounds. I often take out my "precious" small folded origami at this time and fold it endlessly. It's not very interesting, but it's better than people who don't play.
The precious time at noon passed, and I continued to do my homework in the afternoon. After a long time, savoring those days carefully, I feel that this is not only a review, but also an unparalleled good time except winter and summer vacations.