The moon, as cold as a silver mirror, with little stars and as still as water, I stared at the starry sky quietly and waited patiently for the arrival of the Leonid meteor shower. I heard the old man say such a legend, as long as you make a sincere wish to a meteor, the meteor can help you get it. Thinking of this legend, I can't help thinking of all my wishes. ...
When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to have candy every day. Almost every day after school, I pester my mother to buy candy. I also fantasize about a "candy house", which has become my wish. This wish is naive, but sweet, because the little girl who dreams of "candy house" is only five years old after all.
The gear of time keeps turning, and that sweet wish gradually becomes tasteless. When I was ten years old, I was a girl in Grade Three. I remember when I learned that I had donated a pool for the "Mother of the West", so I had another wish. This wish is to let all people in the west use water as soon as possible. I rushed to the post office with a small money box. I thought having money would make my wish come true. I once made such a wish that I could have a lot of money to satisfy all my wishes ... This wish was "great". In this way, my sweet wish was replaced by a "great" wish, and I grew up in this alternation.
The gears of time keep turning, and the four seasons in the years seem fleeting. Now I am fourteen years old, and I no longer yearn for the "candy house" and have no illusions about having a lot of money. My wish now is to study hard and be admitted to a famous university. This wish is realistic and mature, because I am fourteen years old and know how to change my destiny with knowledge.
The gears of time will still turn endlessly. Maybe in my old age, my wishes have changed again. Maybe I want my old age to be peaceful, maybe I want my children to be happy. It is impossible to know. But I know that my wishes change in the rotation of the time gear, and I grew up in the change of my wishes, from an ignorant child to me now.
Suddenly, a meteor crossed the night sky, and I gently made a wish to the meteor: let my impetuous heart be refined and sublimated in the ocean of knowledge. I know that I have grown up after making this wish.
Desire is like a seed, sown in the soil of the soul. Although small, it can produce the most beautiful flowers. Desire, like a stream, flows in the land of love. Small as it is, it can water the green hope. A wish should be a long-cherished wish that is extremely eager to be realized. It should be beautiful and good for others. It can be about yourself, relatives and friends, or strangers. The formation of this desire is mostly related to his unique life experience. The wish of children in poor mountainous areas is to realize their dream of reading. The patient's wish is to restore health; The wish of good people is to help the weak; The desire of the brave is to challenge the limit; Students' wishes are to be admitted to an ideal university, children's wishes, old people's wishes ... Of course, I also have my wishes.
Although my wish is not great, no, it should be said that it is very common, that is, to be a housewife.
If I become a housewife, I will use my skillful hands to cultivate every child into a smart, naive, lovely, clever and lively pillar talent; If I become a housewife today, I will cook every dish with my uncanny workmanship, so that others will drool and drool when they see it. If I become a housewife, I will use my careful calculation to keep my house in order and let the laughter in that room overflow from the doors and windows and flow to others' ears. I am here to attract everyone's attention, so that everyone can see my skillful hands, my uncanny workmanship and my careful calculation.
Once I asked my mother, when can I become a real housewife? Mom said, "To be a real housewife, you have to wait until you graduate from college and marry a good husband!" "
Now think about it, how happy it will be to be a real housewife in the future and have a bunch of lovely children, watching them laugh and feel sweet in their hearts!
Time flies. I'm eleven years old and in the sixth grade. Looking back suddenly, how many days and nights have passed, how many ups and downs, how many joys and sorrows, how many wishes have been realized, and how many wishes have been shattered. I didn't lose heart. I continue my life journey and my wish. ...
2. Write a 600-word composition on the topic.
In the vast and bright night sky, surrounded by stars, crystal clear. I looked up at the stars in the sky, and it seemed to say to me, "Do you have a wish, son?"
Yes, do I have a wish? I looked at the sky and the twinkling stars. It's like talking to me, eager to make friends with me, listen to my wishes, help me, and let me fulfill my wishes together. It is like a lamp, illuminating the calm night sky and embellishing the silence of that night.
A wish is a person's future dream. I have many wishes, such as: I want to have a pair of flying wings and fly freely in the air; I want to be a teacher and irrigate the flowers of the motherland. I want to be an astronaut and enjoy the magic of heaven and earth and the vastness of the universe in the mysterious space. Although these are far away, I will work hard for them. People often say: don't laugh at yourself in life, don't be self-defeating We should have an ideal lighthouse and work hard. Success will wait for you at that moment, cheer for you and cheer for you. ...
Recently, I may have made a wish. It is to lay a good foundation in study, study and discuss with freshmen, enjoy happiness in cooperation, enhance friendship and improve their academic level. People often measure a person's comprehensive quality level by his achievements, and I am certainly not to be outdone. Because I have a wish, I will strive to improve, and I may experience setbacks and hardships from it. This is not terrible. As the saying goes, "failure is not terrible, what is terrible is that it is difficult to extricate yourself from failure." Sometimes, I will use the song "Sunshine is always after the storm" to encourage myself to go forward bravely. Therefore, because I have high self-confidence, my wish will always accompany me, accompany me through many spring, summer, autumn and winter, share happiness with me, take responsibility and help me solve problems. ...
I have another wish, that is, to enjoy happiness. As the saying goes, "smile is ten years old." Of course, happiness is very important, it is like a mirror, reflecting your mood; It is like a book, telling you whether you are happy now; It is like a candy, so sweet ... Happiness will affect your friends and relatives around you, and your happiness is their happiness-happiness is an ocean of joy.
Let's ride the wings of singing, step on the melodious dance and play a steady rhythm, and walk into your inner world together to feel different life dreams and happy experiences. Communication is an important bridge between our hearts. Let's follow the moving melody to understand each other's wishes and become friends with them.
Find my dream and realize my wish. Hope to grow up with me.
(In fact, the author is encouraged to write it himself. . . )
Write a 600-word article on the topic of "Wish". When I was about to blow out the birthday candles, my mother said to me, "Don't be busy, make three wishes first."
I closed my eyes and thought quietly, what did I wish for? Thinking about birthday candles, I suddenly saw a familiar face, that is, she gave me meticulous care, that is, she trained me into the future of the motherland, that is, my class teacher, Miss Feng. I remember in the classroom at noon, we were eating steaming food. Teacher Feng said to us: "Eat more, be nervous in the final review and supplement some nutrition."
After that, he kept adding vegetables to our bowl. But as we all know, in this cold noon, the rice on Mr. Feng's desk is no longer steaming.
I remember when my classmate was ill, Mr. Feng checked the address, carried stacks of exercise books, walked to the sick classmate's house step by step, and then went home from Dai Yue. Yes, my first wish is to wish all teachers good health and smooth work.
Looking at * * *' s old parents across the table, their black hair has been stained with a touch of wind and frost, which has brought me lucky growth. 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19e3133262346534 My sports performance is always unsatisfactory, which makes my mother very anxious.
So, she gave me a schedule of physical exercise, and I followed it every day. When I run, my mother records the time for me. When skipping rope, my mother counted it for me; My mother taught me the skill of high jump.
After a period of exercise, my sports performance has reached a good level and my body is much stronger. Watching me grow up healthily, my mother smiled.
The second wish, in my opinion, is to wish parents who care about educating their children all the best and a happy family. There are so many gifts on the table, which are blessings from good friends.
Sisters, classmates and close friends at the same table will lend me a hand of friendship when I need help. At the time of an excellent student selection, so many students praised me, and I sat in a chair, which was really a little tall.
At this time, a voice poured a bucket of cold water on me from head to toe: "Dai Tong has speech phenomenon in self-study early." When I looked back, it was my best partner. Then, many friends who are close to me at ordinary times also pointed out my shortcomings.
The more I listen, the angrier I get. I think I am still a good friend. Why should I care about you in the future? On the way home, they kept calling me from behind, and I pretended not to hear them. Friends reminisce about the past: "Don't be angry. No one pointed out your shortcomings. How can you make progress?"
"Yes, don't get me wrong." "Finished. Smile. "
They were talking. After a while, I couldn't help laughing. "Well, laugh, that's it."
"Yes." We stopped holding hands and walked home.
A bosom friend is hard to find in life. May our friendship last forever. Turn it into a third wish.
I blew out all the candles and plumes of smoke flew to the person I wanted to bless. Abbreviation: When I want to blow out the birthday candles, my mother asked me to make three wishes first.
I closed my eyes and thought quietly, what did I wish for? My first wish is to wish all teachers good health and smooth work. My second wish is to wish parents who care about educating their children all the best and a happy family.
The third wish is that the friendship between my classmates and me will last forever. I blew out all the candles and plumes of smoke flew to the person I wanted to bless.
4. Writing on the topic of "Wish", a 600-word breeze blows, blowing willow branches flying and mixed with flowers; The long green water is playing cheerful music, and the fish is playing in its arms.
Looking around, green crops and lush trees are bathed in the sun. But that has become history, and the beauty of the past no longer exists.
The green water and trees that go down in history can only appear in dreams. Economic development has brought us wealth, but also pollution.
The breeze blew, blowing up the dust on the ground, mixed with white garbage, accompanied by a pungent smell. The abundance of life has changed people from the vegetable basket era to the plastic bag era.
What is the picture? Just two words: convenient. Generous people forget to protect the environment.
Deforestation happens from time to time. There are only stumps left in the virgin forest.
The climate has also become dry, and the ground is covered with eluvial soil. Domestic garbage is littered, and factory waste steam and waste residue are discharged at will, which seriously pollutes the environment.
There are all kinds of rubbish floating in the long black water, which is the waste water discharged from the factory and gives off a disgusting stench from time to time. In the past, the clear water was polluted by it, and the fish was killed by the chemicals it contained, and no fish was seen again.
The cheerful music turned into a heavy sigh. Looking around, it is no longer crops and trees, but factories, towering chimneys and billowing smoke, which turn the blue sky into gray. Birds in the sky dare not step into this airspace.
The machines in the workshop run around the clock, causing serious noise pollution. Without lush trees, raging sandstorms hit again and again, making sand and stones fly and the sky dark.
Wake up! It is our common wish to restore the beauty of the past. I hope that the beauty of the past will not only appear in dreams, but also reappear in green mountains and green waters. Comments: The author skillfully grasps the hot issues of the times-environmental protection and clever arrangement. The first paragraph leads the full text, and the main part is "breeze blowing on your face", "carefree black water" and "looking into the distance" which correspond to the first paragraph and form a sharp contrast. At the same time, this article has beautiful language and neat sentence patterns. Excellent performance of the theme of "Give me back the beauty of the past".
This is inseparable from students' good habits of diligent reading and good accumulation. Don't make the earth cry. There is a blue planet in the vast universe. She is our mother-the earth.
She used to be beautiful with green hair and clear eyes.
She is also very gentle and sings nice songs to her children every day. Later, her children grew up. In order to make a living, they ask their kind mother for all kinds of daily necessities.
The mother also gave her everything without stint, took out her hair to build a house for her children and watered the land with her own blood.
With the passage of time, her children have multiplied from generation to generation, demanding from their mothers to build factories and tall buildings. Finally, one day, my mother's hair was cut off and her blood was almost dry.
But her children still refused to understand her at all and kept asking her for it. With the rise of high-rise buildings and factories, the mother has long been overwhelmed, and because of the long-term uncontrolled demand of her children, she has been seriously ill, coughing all day, chapped skin day by day, and tears are no longer clean, but smelly, turbid and disgusting liquids of various colors.
5. Take the dream as the topic, no less than 600 words. I hope that in the future, mankind will weave dreams and hopes from generation to generation. Looking up at the sky, the stars twinkle with the whispers and pious prayers of ancestors; That dream is so real and so far away, because it is the eternal pursuit in the heart and the floating prosperity and fantasy in reality. The reality of imitating pigeons is to "fly and fly and stop at the muzzle"; The reality of the stream is to sing "decadent voice" in the crack of the stone; The reality of the old horse is that "there is a whip shadow in front of me, and I only look down at my feet." They have long been trapped in the quagmire of reality, and their numb hearts have long given up the right to dream of looking at the horizon. So the wings of dreams floated away, and the shackles of reality were put around their necks. When I regained my reverie, I found that the dream was a star on the horizon, which never extinguished my hurried life. Reality is the land under your feet, down-to-earth, heavily recording the footprints of your journey. People can neither live in flashy dreams nor indulge in the noise of reality. On the road of life, we should plant dreams on the left and truth on the right, and collect and harvest hope at any time. Looking for the way of the ancients, I heard that Du Gongbu "is a peaceful building, and the poor in the world are also sheltered." It is Du Fu's greatest dream. Looking back, I heard Mr. Lu Xun sigh at the starry sky: "I send my heart to the cold star, and I recommend my blood to Xuanyuan", "My mind is so vast that I can hear thunder in a silent place". This is Mr. Lu's dream of "saving the country with a pen". Although disappointed with the reality, he didn't despair. The cry of hesitation aroused the rise and efforts of the Chinese people. Tracing back to the journey of the world, he greeted the magnificent with a broad mind and wrote the heaviness and responsibility of life with his dreams. Even though he was slaughtered by aborigines during his trip, the cruelty of reality did not weaken his dream. Later generations followed the trajectory of his dreams and went to the world. Looking back, I saw Martin Luther King's dream. The ugly and stubborn reality has hit this "dream catcher" again and again, but his dream embodies the justice and strength of all black people. Finally, because of his persistence, he bowed down at the feet of this great national warrior. I saw Xu Benyu's unpretentious smile again. He didn't pursue beautiful cars and BMW like his classmates, nor did he escape because of the imperfection of reality. Instead, he devoted his dream to teaching in remote areas. They are all powerful dream catchers in reality! Looking for the way through the ages, I look up at the stars in the sky. Dreams and reality meet in one's life. Let's embrace our dreams with the top gun of heaven and earth and write a beautiful chapter of real life with open-minded feelings! Finding a home for every dream When I was a child, I was always locked in the library by my parents. At that time, I hated this dark and serious atmosphere and couldn't breathe. I like the lazy and naive one best-after finishing all the homework, lying on the desk with a pencil bit, staring at the sky outside the window and watching the kite fly hard. With the pursuit of kite footprints, I no longer expect. I am a middle school student who is full of vigor and vitality in the youth campus. I don't bite my pen and eat jelly anymore. Every day, the study and life at two o'clock and one line hit my fantasy heart again and again. I'm a little careless. I fantasize about following the kite's flight path, running all the way. On the verge of catching up with the kite, the kite turned over 180 degrees and crossed the mountain of the senior high school entrance examination. There is my dream in the kite. I think the dream will continue in the kite? Why should I pursue my dream? Why did I lose my dream? The kite string was completely cut off last semester in senior one. It falls and lies in the embrace of the earth, warm and sleeping. I dreamed that I became the most dazzling kite flying in the air, chasing the wind and mourning with my dreams. The gibberish of youth gently awakened me, and then, I dusted myself off, combed my mood and continued to run. The lonely journey is boring, but it is necessary to break out. Is my dream still hanging in the sky above ten thousand people? "Hand in hand, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, look at the sky, look at the stars in a line, back to back, make a wish silently, and see if the stars in the distance can hear you. It will definitely come true." The empty campus suddenly sounded Jay's "Star Clear", and the melodious melody swayed into my heart. After a while, I hurried back to the classroom. Because I gave up my dream, I can cross the storm. Summon the dream of fate in the distance. Kites, like trains, take their dreams to one established post station after another, and find a home and warmth for every dream. I vaguely remember in my dream that when I was a child, two old locust trees in the east of the yard were our paradise. Their huge hollow trunks always show people the wind, frost, rain and snow that they support and encourage each other, just like two old people who have gone into flowers. They still have great vitality. But one of the locust trees was brutally cut down. I couldn't tell the anxiety after listening, and I couldn't dig a bird's nest with my children anymore ... I naively thought at that time. With the passage of time, the changes of years, my heart not only has a little girl selling matches, but also has a blue melancholy. When did the sky above us gradually stop being blue? Images reflected by the world keep flashing before my eyes: under clear skies, the earth is colorful, patches of trees are shaking in the morning fog, dew is shining on the green leaves, and tall trees stand between heaven and earth. Their crowns are dark green, like beautiful jadeite. They stretch the rhythm of the wind in silence and float freely in the sun like water ... But now I see the bustling traffic, the noise of pop music and the pull of the ground. Where there are birds, there is life. When I was a child, a few sparrows, a dozen sparrows or dozens of sparrows always gathered in groups and flew happily across the sky. But now even so.
6. Write a composition on the topic of wishing 600 words. Mom and Dad accompanied me to make a wish for a cup of warm water, a spoonful of honey and a slice of lemon.
I made a wish: tomorrow ... my growing memory will always smell of honey lemonade. The hot and humid water gently overflows on the tip of the tongue with a sweet smell and a little sour taste, and rolls down the throat.
The lingering fragrance lingers on the nose for a long time. At sunrise in the morning, there is always a cup of honey lemonade in the cup at the bedside; At night, when I was busy writing, I looked up unintentionally, and the familiar fragrance was always at hand; After the exercise, my mother kept handing a bottle full of water: "Look at you sweating so much. Here, have a drink of this. "
Look up and face your mother's smile. Feng Gang is very cold in winter. For one of my reference books, my mother rode to the bookstore alone, regardless of the cold outside. When she went out, she said, "Don't persuade me. Reference books are so important. Without one, you won't delay your study." The bookstore is not far, just come back! "I bought the reference books, but my mother's allergy to strong winds recurred, her eyes were swollen unevenly, and she kept coughing.
I blame myself and my mother in my heart. Mother was lying in bed, and the usual light disappeared without a trace.
I was so anxious that my eyes wandered around the room that I didn't know what to do. In an instant, I had an idea in my heart.
The hot water rumbled on the stove and I poured a cup carefully. Gently unscrew the lid of honey and pour a spoonful into the water.
Bright pale gold, like a small fish diving into the bottom of the water, gently stirred with a small spoon. The tinkling sounds are like the collision of Yu Pei. The golden yellow gradually fills the whole glass of water, and the water turns pale yellow bit by bit. Then cut a slice of lemon with a small knife, carefully remove the seeds, put it in water and press it with a spoon, and the faint fragrance and this damp and hot breath will float up-this is a cup of honey lemonade.
I walked to my mother's bed with a glass of water in my hand: "Mom, let's drink some water!" " "Mother sat up slowly and took a sip. At that moment, I seemed to see my mother's gentle face when she made lemonade.
With a click, a tear fell into the water. My mother smiled awkwardly and wiped her eyes with a towel. "Son ..." Mom didn't finish, but I knew ... a cup of warm water, a spoonful of honey and a slice of lemon.
The temperature of a cup of honey lemonade has burned to the bottom of my heart. I made a wish: I must get up early tomorrow. When mom wakes up from her sleep, she will find a cup of warm honey lemonade beside the bed.
7. Find a composition with the topic of "Wish" and write no less than 600 words. The moon is as cold as a silver mirror, with bright stars and as still as water. I stared at the starry sky quietly and waited patiently for the arrival of the Leonid meteor shower.
I heard the old man say such a legend, as long as you make a sincere wish to a meteor, the meteor can help you get it. Thinking of this legend, I can't help but think of all my wishes ... when I was in kindergarten, I always wanted to have candy every day, and I pestered my mother to buy candy almost every day after school.
I also fantasize about a "candy house", which has become my wish. This wish is naive, but sweet, because the little girl who dreams of "candy house" is only five years old after all. The gear of time keeps turning, and that sweet wish gradually becomes tasteless.
When I was ten years old, I was a girl in Grade Three. I remember when I learned that I had donated a pool for the "Mother of the West", so I had another wish. This wish is to let all people in the west use water as soon as possible. I rushed to the post office with a small money box.
I thought having money would make my wish come true. I once made such a wish that I could have a lot of money to satisfy all my wishes ... This wish was "great". In this way, my sweet wish was replaced by a "great" wish, and I grew up in this alternation.
The gears of time keep turning, and the four seasons in the years seem fleeting. Now I am fourteen years old, and I no longer yearn for the "candy house" and have no illusions about having a lot of money. My wish now is to study hard and be admitted to a famous university. This wish is realistic and mature, because I am fourteen years old and know how to change my destiny with knowledge. The gears of time will still turn endlessly. Maybe in my old age, my wishes have changed again. Maybe I want my old age to be peaceful, maybe I want my children to be happy. It is impossible to know.
But I know that my wishes change in the rotation of the time gear, and I grew up in the change of my wishes, from an ignorant child to me now. Suddenly, a meteor crossed the night sky, and I gently made a wish to the meteor: let my impetuous heart be refined and sublimated in the ocean of knowledge.
I know that I have grown up after making this wish.