Second grade composition 1 sleepy, the world is still noisy. After a long time, like water seeping into the soil, it gradually descended. Then get used to it.
After the end of the world, it will eventually be quiet. Like a tired child, he suddenly calmed down and fell asleep in bed. There is no sound, or it is impossible to make a sound.
Joe. Mouse mouse is not dead at the end of the day! Slowly, I leaned out of the ruins and shrank back quickly. I leaned out again and shrank back. This little thing is really cautious! After finally confirming that there was no danger, the crack came out. Send a signal to draw the rest of the mice out. Ah, spy. There are only mice left in the world, only mice left. Survive with its unruly character.
The dominance of the earth no longer belongs to humans, but to mice. Mammals again.
Multiply, multiply
Evolution, evolution
Life starts all over again. The mouse became a mouse, the tallest creature on the earth and the only creature. Super intelligent, super disease-resistant.
Judging from the appearance of mice, there is always a profiteer's face. The mouse panicked. There is no trust in the mouse world. Therefore, the world is backward. Rat people only know how to eat, drink and gamble. The disease resistance is gradually decreasing, and the wisdom is getting lower and lower. Slowly, voluntarily, I began to stumble.
It's the end again. The mice are all dead.
Oh! They all died in the end. It is better to freeze life forever than to live a decadent life. Let the world be quiet again.
Life is just a strand of hair in reincarnation!
The earth is a hateful iron cage, and all living things are trapped in it, killing each other. As time goes by, everything dies together. Iron cages also began to rot and erode on this day.
The world is empty and all the words are hidden. It won't appear again.
A faint dream.
When I wake up, the world returns to the noise. It's like the water on the plant is pumped out. Only a dull and weak body is left.
Is it a nightmare?
The second day of composition 2 "Well, where is this? Didn't I call in sick at home? How did I get here? Although my geography is not good, I also know that there is no such country on earth. Very strange. " He got up from the ground and began to walk forward. When he was walking, he saw a river. The river is not very clear, but he is crazy. He won't care so much. He plunged into the water, desperately filled his mouth with water, and let his head emerge from the water. One second ... two seconds ... just heard poof. There is a mist floating in the sky. "What kind of water is this?" How hot it is! "He can't stop breathing. After a while, his curiosity broke out. He thinks there must be something down there. He took a deep breath, dived into the water and groped underwater.
After a while, he swam over. This strange thing in his hand looks like a piece of Yu Pei, but it feels like wood and has a rough texture. "It wasn't like the earth before, but it's not like it now. Forget it, forget it and find a place to spend the night. " He put this thing in his pocket and rushed forward.
"I finally arrived in a small town. I ran for more than two hours. I'm exhausted. I want to find a place to eat, but ... it's not horizontal or vertical! Grandpa Mao can spend! Will I be hungry all night? " He walked on in a daze and suddenly saw a gold coin on the ground. He picked it up and said to himself that it was finally ready to eat. He ran forward happily, ignoring the shadow behind him and disappeared in an instant.
Today I finally don't have to run to the classroom at a speed of 100 meters. It's really good to get up early. I walked slowly to the dance school.
I leaned against the classroom glass, waiting for the teacher to attend class. At this time, the shortest girl in the class who has been in the fourth grade of primary school came over and said angrily to me, "Hum, even if she dances well, she can't just laugh at others!" " "
Her eyes were wide open and her face was red with anger. I really don't know what kind of ridicule she was subjected to. She said to me angrily, "She said I don't look like a fourth grader, but like a dwarf mushroom! Then laugh. " She pointed in one direction "that's her! And her partner! "
There is no denying that she really should be taller. She is two heads shorter than me. But it's a bit much to give her such a nickname. And that girl said such a thing, just casually, and there was no malice. And the little girl's head is short, and the "mushroom" is similar.
I had to comfort her: "that person who laughed at you is like that. Ignore her." Moreover, I was called short by others, and I don't know how many nicknames I have given to' steamed stuffed bun' and' mushroom'. Don't be so angry. You may grow slowly first, then grow fast, and soon grow taller. "
But she was still angry: "It's all for teachers! I think I am great. "
After class, I saw her talking to people who laughed at her. After a while, she ran over to me and said, "So she's not that annoying."
"She's not bad at all!" I smiled and patted her on the head. "Besides, you really should be taller!"
When I am bored, I always like to look through the books I have read, or look at those beautiful poems online. I always think that poetry is the most concise and beautiful language in the world, which expresses the writer's mood and feelings concisely and profoundly.
The beauty of rhyme in ancient poetry and elegance in modern poetry can always make people relaxed and bring readers a different flavor.
On that day, I was no longer interested in reading the books at hand and began to linger on those works on the Internet. According to friends, short poems are good. I started searching, clicking and browsing intentionally or unintentionally.
Suddenly I saw an author named "Guangzhou Leaves" write a poem called "The Shadow of Old Age". Although these two words are far from me, people will get old one day. I can't help thinking, what will the shadow of old age look like in the author's works?
"The river retreated to the edge of the sunset, and the walls were mottled into late autumn; I looked in the mirror, looked at the shadow, and separated from my body bit by bit; White hair is hidden in the night, swaying with He Chunguang, just for a moment. Youth stands in a rickety posture, and my shadow loses its moisture and grows old with spring ... "
The author spreads it out layer by layer with implicit and restrained meaning, giving people an old illusion. I can't help imagining the day when I am old.
Time is like running water, I will grow old in an instant. Cracks have been added to the corners of the eyes, neck and forehead, just like withered old trees. My hair has turned white, maybe it will be a little messy, standing hunched and rising in the wind. I don't speak fluently as before, and my teeth have fallen out, so I can only wear false teeth that I don't know what to eat. When deaf people listen to their children or grandchildren, they always shout, "What are you talking about? Speak louder. " Ignorant, reading glasses, thick lenses, people in front must be very serious to see clearly. My hands and feet are out of control. I used to run and jump in a hurry, but now I can only look back when I am old.
I wonder if such longing and yearning can be realized when I am old. I'm looking forward to it, waiting. ...
The wind brought flowers, and the most beautiful flowers were there. Where are your flowers?
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We are still on the road, hand in hand with youth, on the road. We all dream of reaching the other side of the ideal one day, where we can temporarily stop, look back at the road we have traveled and think about the people we have met. But how many people can really set foot on this charming paradise?
Maybe you have never reached the other side of the ideal in your life; Maybe you can't escape fate all your life; Maybe you have worked a thousand times harder than ordinary people, but you still can't find the way to your destination. Instead, you go further and further in the opposite direction. Maybe! Life is long or short, but you can't avoid meeting many unknowns, just as you never know when you will suffocate because of drinking water or eating. The same is true on your way forward. The situation is changeable, things are impermanent, and many unknowns are in front of us, choosing and being chosen; Despise and be despised; Defeated, defeated ... it's right beside you, and you don't know how it will end, so you can only run around like a blind man, which will make you feel at a loss.
Oh! How ridiculous! Everything you fought for was trampled, tortured, and finally disappeared into the hands of fate ... and then? What would you do? Give up? Of course, most people will do this, so you don't have to be ashamed of your cowardice or pretend to be ashamed when you meet people there. Because so what, you just made a decision to go with the flow, not to show off, and likewise, not to take risks.
Actually, there is another way. When you find that fate has stopped you, why don't you; Find a new path? Well, I admit, this is inconsistent with those so-called "persistence is victory" remarks. They said: stick to it and you will see hope; If you give up, there is no hope. I quite agree with that. However, the point is, how many people have you seen reborn from suffering? Maybe you will list a lot of names to defeat my point of view, but have you ever thought about the probability that these people will appear all over the world, let alone in China with a population of 65.438+0.4 billion? I say so much just to explain: don't blindly pursue your so-called ideal, don't go all the way to darkness, sometimes you have to go back and break a new path.
Many people may disagree with this view because they are unwilling to change their original views. And what is the result of walking blindly? Winner, become the winner of life and enjoy great honor; Losers, watching others reach the other shore, and themselves, can only continue to run on the road without any hope. Maybe? It will be you who will fail.
Don't wait until no way back to regret your original decision. Even if you step by step towards the ideal shore with joy, don't forget whether you can stand the thorns on the road; Whether you can resist the torture of fate. Give yourself a chance to turn around and don't block yourself in a road.
The most beautiful flowers bloom on the other side, and your flowers bloom where you want them to bloom.
-P.S.
The second day of writing the second day of 6 flowers, dreams are outside the dream. Youth is accompanied by vitality. Charming Youth Olympic Games, what I am looking forward to. -inscription
Youth is a passionate song, a cup of bitter tea and a colorful article.
And vitality is the melody in the song of youth, the astringency in youth tea and the literary eye in youth articles. However, all these wonderful things have been replaced by the exciting word "Youth Olympic Games".
Vancouver announced in 20xx that the second Youth Olympic Games will be held in Nanjing in 20xx. The whole of Nanjing is boiling with the news. This is another global sports event held in China after the 20xx Olympic and Paralympic Games. The Youth Olympic Games is a grand event for our youth.
The Youth Olympic Games always exudes youth and vitality, providing us with opportunities for struggle and struggle. It lets us fly our dreams and work hard for them. Watching the athletes full of passion and confidence, never giving up for their ideals, I will feel infinite excitement in my heart.
As a host city, Nanjing has a long history. It itself is synonymous with vitality, and it is the gathering place of all vitality in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. Although it has a long history, youth is always there, and now it is even more so, changing with each passing day. It seems to be born for vitality and youth. I believe it has enough charm to show higher, faster and stronger and attract the attention of the whole world.
Listening to the bells in my heart, watching the footsteps of the Youth Olympic Games step by step, expecting it to show the charm I expected. Very exciting, very exciting, very hard. Youth will always walk with us, and vitality will always accompany us. Dreams will wake up and flowers will fall, but what remains unchanged is the charm of the Youth Olympic Games that I expect.
I am a nostalgic person.
I miss the past.
I firmly believe that the premise of happiness is age.
Thinking of me at the age of seven, I went to school in high spirits in the morning and took the shuttle bus home with my friends at noon. At one o'clock in the afternoon, I bought a popsicle and turned it into an empty car alone in the scorching sun-I was a bandit at that time. Going to school in the afternoon is the happiest time, because my father will pick me up. At that time, there was no car at home, only a "big man" dark blue bicycle. The schoolbag was put in the basket, and I sat on the front beam, surrounded by my father, and listened to his story of tunnel warfare with great interest. When it comes to excitement, I will dance and make me scream often, and my father is extremely proud.
That bike has been in our house for a long time, and I have great feelings for it.
In the third grade, I transferred to Gaoxin No.2 Primary School. To be honest, I really don't like it at all. At that time, the school was desolate and the environment was not very good ... Besides, my father stopped picking me up. After school, I walked on the road and looked at the gray sky. I felt very sad and felt that I had said goodbye to the past at this time. In fact, nine-year-old children have no "past", only sadness.
In this way, until now. ...
Dad has a car, and the position doesn't have to look at other people's faces to live. However, I always feel that I have lost a lot. I have always disapproved of my father buying a car. I'm afraid that my father has a car and keeps going on business trips, so he has no time to take care of our father-daughter relationship; I'm afraid that when I was a child, my father took me by bike to tell me about tunnel warfare and it became a real past.
However, everything I didn't want was finally realized. Dad drove me and mom out to play. I couldn't wait to ask my father when I saw something new. Before I spit out a few words, my mother stopped me: "Dad, don't bother me when driving!" " "I sat back in my seat in frustration and looked bored at the shadows flying out of the window. Even the picture of screaming on the front beam of my father's bicycle gradually blurred. ...
If I am still a silly seven-year-old girl, can I still be happy and carefree? If I stay at the age of seven, can I still be surrounded by my father and listen to the story of tunnel warfare? If I were an elf, would I never grow up, not bear the loss and loneliness, but have my own simplicity and happiness?
However, in my fantasy, I have grown up.
A foggy morning doesn't mean it will be foggy all day. -inscription
Autumn rain is not so gentle as spring rain, nor so warm as summer rain. It comes easily. Hearing the rain, I suddenly realized that autumn was coming.
Standing at the window and looking up, the road was covered with puddles, and occasionally pedestrians passed by, splashing a few drops of water and then disappearing. Trees are still wearing their slightly yellow clothes, swaying in the wind, adding a bit of sadness and cold for no reason.
Seeing this scene, I feel bored. Thinking of the heavy study in recent days, I quickly sat down to review my lessons. After studying, I feel a little upset when I think of the hobby I was forced to give up in recent days.
Soon, I finished reviewing my lessons When I looked up, I heard a voice coming from the window. I turned to look out of the window and found some birds flying in the rain, and the sound they made was also their songs. It rained heavily that day and the road was empty. When you look around, you can only see these birds. I didn't notice any birds flying when it rained before, but I was very surprised when I saw them.
Besides being surprised, I can't help wondering: Why don't birds stay in their nests on rainy days? But I saw birds flying freely outside the window. Even in this rain, they still struggled to fly high despite the wind and rain. I watched them fly, and I thought of me that had been bothering me recently.
I envy the freedom of birds and sigh their courage. I hope I can break through this wall and fly out of the window, but it still needs my own efforts. Just like an egg, if it is broken from the outside, it is just food; If it is broken from the inside, it is a new life and a new hope. And what I can do now is to study hard. But I understand that all my efforts are for my future "freedom".
I was suddenly enlightened, and the haze in my heart has dissipated.
Let me save my strength, get my horse ready, grow wings in rainy days and fly to higher and farther places. The long-awaited warm sun broke through layers of clouds and spread sunshine all over the city.
Introduction: the grass is awakened by the magic of spring, and they are connected as if weaving a silk dress for the earth; Peach blossoms show their pink faces, and willows curl up, attracting many birds to fly; Flowers also produce beautiful flowers, and the fragrance of flowers in the air intoxicated butterflies and bees; A frozen stream. . .
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Winter has just left in a hurry with the snow doll, and spring has quietly arrived. Facing the dead earth, Spring waved his wand and began to cast magic called vitality.
Look! The grass is awakened by the magic of spring, and they are connected as if weaving a silk dress for the earth; Peach blossoms show their pink faces, and willows curl up, attracting many birds to fly; Flowers also produce beautiful flowers, and the fragrance of flowers in the air intoxicated butterflies and bees; The frozen stream also moves lightly, making a gurgling sound of running water; Mild sunshine shines on the earth, reviving hibernating animals.
For a time, the sound of the wind and grass, the noise of leaves, the swaying of flowers, the singing of birds, the buzzing of bees, the silent dance of butterflies, the gurgling of running water and the chirping of animals have merged into a wonderful symphony. Also, green grass, delicate flowers, stout trees, happy birds, hardworking bees, dancing butterflies, clear streams and lively animals have woven a beautiful picture of the Spring Festival. The spring wind blows gently across the earth, and the world that was just desolate suddenly becomes full of spring.
In the sapphire blue sky, several spots suddenly appeared. It turned out that Mr. Wuyun came to visit, and his children had already heard about the beauty of spring and wanted to see it. Knowing that it came to earth, I hurried here. Small raindrops, one by one, can't wait to rush to the earth. Spring rain is as expensive as oil. They fall into the fields and dry life is nourished. They landed on the road and washed it spotless; They landed in the stream and followed it away. ...
The rain stopped, the sun came out, and the farmer uncle began to sow. They planted the seeds of hope and walked over, as if they had seen some beautiful scenery during the autumn harvest.
Spring is coming. It dresses up the earth in colorful colors. Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me, I can't help feeling: Welcome, spring!
The next day, the composition 10 was light and breezy; The good taste of green tea. Warm afternoon and warm sunshine remind me of your warm smile.
Grandma, are you okay?
"Grandma, what's that?" A little girl with a ponytail pointed to a big peach on the table and asked an old man. "That's a peach. Here, take it and eat it! " The old man smiled kindly and took the peach and handed it to the little girl. "Thank you, Grandma!" "The little girl said sweetly, and then took a bite of the big peach." How sweet! Grandma, you also eat. "Say, send the peach to grandma's mouth." What a good boy, but grandma doesn't like peaches. Eat it. "The old man still put the peach back in the little girl's hand, and touched the girl's head, face and eyes with his hand, and his eyes narrowed with joy. ...
The little girl is me, and the old man fucked you, my grandmother.
When I was a child, you took me and gave me love, care and warmth.
"Ya, after school, give the bag to grandma, ah, good. Go, jiaozi wrapped by grandma on the table, try it and see if it's delicious. " "Hey, that was fun!" I was about to run in, but my grandmother stopped me. She took a big red peach out of her pocket and stuffed it into my hand. "Take it and eat it!" ""thank you, grandma! "
I don't know why, I like eating peaches very much, and it seems that I can always turn into a big peach in my pocket.
Time passed slowly, gradually, I grew up. When I came to Xiamen to go to school, I seldom saw my grandmother. When I was a child, I seldom read such things as ancient books. Now I am wrapped in a new environment and life. Grandma's gentle smile and the big peach in her pocket are covered by more and more homework, but sometimes they flash in my dreams.
Finally, one summer vacation, grandma came to see us from her hometown. When my parents were going to work, I became grandma's tour guide and took her to play. That day, we went to play as usual After playing for hours, we finally decided to go home. I don't know if I was too tired or something when I went up the stairs. I actually rolled down the stairs, and the iron piece on the handrail scratched my foot with a long eye-catching injury. I have a pain in my heart. Grandma panicked and froze for a few seconds. She immediately put me on her back and ran to the hospital. I lay on her back. From her rapid heartbeat and sweat on her forehead, I could see how hard she was carrying, but she was still comforting me: "Hey, don't be afraid, it will be all right soon ..." When I got to the clinic, my grandmother's hand was gently pressed. I looked at the sweat on my grandmother's forehead and looked anxious. I took her hand and said, "Grandma, I'm not afraid." Grandma finally relaxed a little, but her hand still gently stroked mine, frowning and looking at my heart-pounding wound. Maybe grandma would rather hurt herself. When the doctor finished dressing the wound, I seemed to hear grandma relieved, too. At this moment, grandma suddenly magically pulled out a big peach from her trouser pocket! Surprised, I have a long-lost feeling.
But at this moment, I have a peach in my hand, but I feel something in my eyes. I know, maybe this is called moving, and there is a warm current in my heart, which fills my whole body. I know, maybe this is the so-called love.