Some people say that "waiting is a waste of youth", and some people say that "people can't stand waiting all their lives". I want to say: you are wrong. Today, I compiled a composition about learning to wait for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Learn to wait: 1

Waiting is sometimes wordless beauty.

Someone once said, "It's really hard to wait for anxiety, fatigue and waste of thoughts." I don't think so. Life is full of waiting, and some of them are as simple as waiting for a bus. Have you ever thought about some strange and touching stories? The sweetness after waiting is like an overwhelming wave of Wan Ren, which drowns its bitter process.

Interpretation of beauty

Dancing petals fly all over the world, just like a fairy's sinking fish and falling geese, and like the sweet sound around the beam for three days. Flowers are waiting. In the days from spring to Sunday, flowers are like beautiful women, waving with delicate hands, budding and dazzling. I beautified its flowers without any sadness or black paint like eyes, but when I read that it was autumn and winter flowers, I couldn't help sighing. The bitter cold wind swept through and the flowers were defeated. Sad and sad, the geese passed by, and the Iraqis had died, and their backs and arms were broken. It's tragic.

The flowers are dead? Otherwise! Flowers learned the true meaning of waiting, which eliminated timidity, abandoned giving up, melted into the land gently and quietly, moistened Fang Fei and built a vertical fence.

In the second year, the flowers bloomed, and the reputation of "turning into spring mud to protect flowers" was raised. The flowers hugged each other tightly, and my mouth rose. I wandered in ignorance among the flowers, branding my heart as "waiting".

Witness efforts

I watched the torrent of Jiangling wash away, and my heart was filled with emotion.

I was intoxicated by the unspeakable surge of emotion. The passion of the river is so vast that I was shocked by such unrestrained beauty.

I stopped on the mountain and wanted to fly to the fairy.

The river is cut off by rocks, and the width of the river is uneven, which is very reconstructive. The river hasn't changed at all, and there is no fear. The bold color is still like colorful materials, and the handwriting of nature records immortal poems. I feel sorry for the river. How can it be so persistent, galloping in twists and turns, sinking in indulgence and never ending in "destruction"? It is the hard work of staying up late, the stubbornness of the morning tube, and the persistence of hanging the beam and stabbing the stock.

The river is like the sea, what kind of gale it will be.

Learn to wait

I never thought that a wait would lead to an eternal myth and a miracle on the vast land. I never thought that once I waited, I would play a piece of music with a different style and sprinkle clouds in the vast sky. I never thought that once I waited, I would portray a pure white natural soul and dance with a smile in a world like the sea.

Waiting is pain, biting and growling.

Waiting is sweet, liberating and enlightening.

Please watch it with me, waiting for beauty.

Learn to Wait: Chapter 2

In winter, flowers endure the cold wind. They bow their heads and wait quietly for spring. Can spring be far behind after winter? I believe the waiting time will not be long.

On this day, I really walked aimlessly in the community, and the whistling wind blew head-on, like a sharp knife across my cheek. I couldn't help wrapping my coat tightly and pulling up the thick wool scarf around my neck. Looking at the bare and dry branches of osmanthus trees on the roadside, they trembled like claws in the wind. The sun is still hiding behind the clouds, like a shy child, refusing to show his face. Everything is waiting for spring. I'm sure they won't wait long.

Looking back, I caught a glimpse of an old figure in the yard beside me. That's an old woman. She stood on the balcony, holding the railing with both hands, staring intently at the distance-that's the direction in which her children left. Her gray hair is flying in the wind, and every gully on her face seems to be full of expectation, winding a soft arc. The old woman turned into the room and sat by the window, only to find that her back was bent. She picked up wool and knitting needles with thin hands and began to knit a sweater. Her hands are flying deftly, and delicate patterns are flowing from them. She is waiting, waiting for the return of the child. While waiting, she knitted her love and thoughts for her children into a warm sweater one by one. I'm sure she won't wait long.

Another cold wind came, and the biting cold made me shudder. When I came to my senses, I found that there were intermittent whimpers mixed in the wind and floated into my ears. Looking inside, a child was sitting on the ground crying, and a small red scooter was poured next to him. He cried while waiting for his mother's worry and comfort. The woman standing not far away, she just stood and didn't seem to be going to do anything. Her eyes showed anxiety and expectation, her lips pressed into a firm straight line, her hands clenched tightly into fists and hung beside her, trembling slightly. She is waiting, waiting for her children to get up by themselves and learn to be strong and independent. I'm sure she won't wait long.

Lifting the land, a touch of new green came into my eyes, as if it were a new bud! My heart was filled with great joy in an instant, and I couldn't help approaching that touch of green. Sunshine finally stopped being shy and emerged from behind the clouds. Sunshine, like flawless jade, is warm and cool, jumping on the bud. Unconsciously, the footsteps of spring sounded in the distance.

The warm sunshine brushed the flowers, ending a winter waiting. They hold their heads high and proudly show their elegance to people. The old woman may have been reunited with her children, and the children may have learned to be strong. Their wait is finally over, and others will certainly not wait long.

Learn to Wait: Chapter 3

A few dark clouds crushed the whole world alive, and everything was out of breath before I could sayno. Everything was still, only the treetops were still shaking gently. Maybe they just shook too much, but now they can't calm down. Maybe they are waving to death.

I stood by the railing. This is a long railway with no end in sight. What caught my eye was only a few scattered weeds. The tall weeds seemed to swallow me up, and suddenly I was at a loss and hung up …

Only mottled leaves are left on the ground. Looking at the stripes of the leaves, I spread out my palm and saw my fine palmprint, which was complicated and tangled. This may be what people call fate, and this may be the way we have to go all our lives. Everyone's palm print is different, so we have to face and bear it alone. A person walks a long way, even if it is overgrown with weeds!

Eighteen years, time has passed quietly, and when I think about it, it makes my heart beat. The road of life, like a palm print, is full of differences, and you can vaguely see yourself standing in a place where life changes, unguarded.

I don't know when to start talking about the future, as if everything has just begun. We only see the past, and the future is always separated by a thin layer of fog yarn, like weeds beside the railway tracks, and even palmists can't see through the future.

I always remember that my former friends all had extraordinary ideals, and each of them said ambitiously: fashion designers, top ten professors in China, basketball players, football commentators ... but the reality is cruel, and many people left school, entered the society and stood in jobs that they did not pursue. Those who are still studying hard at school are now overwhelmed by the sea of questions, and I am afraid they have long forgotten their dreams. And although I'm still working hard in my inner direction, I won't share it with others.

Most of us are separated and don't spend much time together. With the growth of age, less and less. Sometimes when we meet in the street, we can only say goodbye in a hurry. Leave each other a little more vicissitudes. Time betrayed us, leaving only the narrative of running water.

But I know the memory is still there. We will always remember each other, just let our hearts together with our young dreams.

One day, I passed a place I used to know, but everything around me changed. The old seaside Internet cafe is gone. I thought of light rain. This place has the same memory as us. Xiaoyu always says that he is tired. Life is always contradictory. If you want it, you have to pay. But no matter what you think, you can only go to the end on this road of life, and life can only continue and you can't give up.

Xiaoyu is a strong girl, but she can't help living. Tired, just have a rest! Xiaoyu is learning to draw most of the week. Painting is a highly concentrated activity, which often lasts for several hours. After each painting, you can only feel the numbness and listlessness of your heart. Although the daily fatigue makes her feel exhausted, she still can't rest, and she has to ride back to No.1 Middle School from the electric sea. Her swaying posture is reminiscent of fallen leaves. "I will fly back to the sky to dance. I still have half a face." She is as strong as a fallen leaf. She never bowed her noble head to difficulties, gritted her teeth, and shuttled between Dianhai and No.1 Middle School accompanied by vehicles like soulless carrion. Every day, I still have to sit in front of a crowded desk, facing a book taller than Mount Everest, doing endless exercises, listening to the teacher's voice of nature, and stagger between more groggy schoolmates. Maybe she's also dreaming for many years, or maybe she's just walking on this rugged road with other people's expectations.

But I like fishing. I mean love, not like it. I am well aware of the distance between them. When she was crying in a dark corner of the earth, I knew I was in love with her. At that moment, I just wanted her to be happy, without any selfish thoughts.

Xiaoyu always can't take good care of herself, which makes me sad. As her eyes deepened, she could only squint at the things around her. I still don't know how to eat only powder and porridge every day. I didn't know it was an effective way to lose weight. I don't know. It'll only add weight. Under the condition of malnutrition, a person's body will only cause the circulatory system in some parts to fail to operate normally, thus causing traffic jams in this part, and some garbage will accumulate in this way, forming obesity. This part of the tissue does not belong to the human body and cannot provide any energy for the human body at all. Abnormal rest time every day will also have an impact on physical function. The adjustment of the organization is mainly carried out at night, and sleeping also has the effect of enriching blood. Partial eclipse every day will also make some nutrients unable to be absorbed. Without these nutrients, some organs will not function normally. Over time, organs will also be damaged, causing a series of diseases, which will also make obesity an opportunity. If you can only lose weight by dieting, there won't be so many fat people in the world. If you want to lose weight, you must keep your body full of energy, so that it is possible to discharge the garbage accumulated in your body.

I always like to look for Xiaoyu through the cracks in the sun, even in my dreams. Xiaoyu, you are never alone. My heart is with you even when you are most afraid.

Memories spread in my mind through the gap of time like cobwebs, and I can't finish. I can always see myself waiting: waiting for graduation, waiting for growth, waiting for friends, waiting for Xiaoyu. ...

Because turning back again and again is an unforgivable fault, so wait; Because all the pain of love will flow through your fingers like running water, so wait; Because time is dawdling, memories are settling and dreams are blooming, so wait. ...

The dark clouds finally cleared away, and the silence around me was washed clean, which made me feel at a loss and washed away the dust in my heart, so I learned to wait.

I waited by the cold railway track because I knew that the light rain train would pass by here. ...

Maybe there will be a rainbow after the rain. ...

Learn to wait: Chapter 4

Autumn nights are especially cool and even a little chilly. Although it is dead of night and my mother has advised me many times, I still sit in front of the computer and watch serial novels, refusing to fall asleep. Occasionally, the sound of cars flying by came from the window. Although it is autumn wind outside, my heart is still warm and there is no chill.

Night, deeper. My eyes are fixed on these lines. I was so sleepy that I had to keep washing my face with water, but I still refused to sleep. Because, I'm waiting for someone, and I know that person will come.

My father has gone to Beijing to do business since I was six years old. After that, he came back at least once a year, and every time he came back, he only stayed for a week or so and said goodbye to us. I made a rough calculation, and my father stayed at home for less than half a year from going out, and at most it was about two or three months. Therefore, every time my father goes to Beijing, I will wait for him hopefully. However, I have been there for more than two years, and every time, I will say to myself: Dad will definitely come back! This is the power of hope, let me wait until now.

Many times, waiting for more time brings people hope instead of sadness. Because a person is waiting, isn't it full of hope? As long as you learn to wait, waiting for you is no longer a painful thing, but a process you can enjoy.

In the early morning, the doorbell rang, and my two-year hard wait finally came to fruition. This matter, I put all my tiredness behind me, and played with my father until dawn, still wanting more, but I was not happy because I stayed up all night. At the suggestion of my parents, I still fell asleep in bed. At that time, my dream was also a beautiful dream. I will never forget that day. On that day, joy filled my heart and flowed in every corner of my home, and every corner of my home exuded fragrance.

Zhou Jianan, Grade 6, First Experimental Primary School, Xiaoshan District

Learn to wait: Chapter 5

People nowadays think that "10,000 years is too long". Everyone is struggling for the past, but they don't know that waiting is also a kind of wisdom.

Some people refuse to wait. Seize the day is their rule. When you encounter a problem, you will rush to it, confused, but there has been no suitable method. In the end, I can only go back with hatred and become a lesson for future generations.

Some people won't wait. Just waiting, and finally turned into a negative life. Day by day, I finally lost my fighting spirit and blamed others. Tang Bohu, a great genius of Ming Dynasty, is a household name, and everyone envies his articles and clever life. And how many people know the repressed heart under the bold appearance of this great genius? When he was falsely accused of cheating in the imperial examination, Tang Bohu missed the officialdom. He has been depressed, no longer enterprising, so depressed that he has lost himself, so that he has only one title of "romantic genius" in his life.

Some people know how to wait. They know that waiting is only a means, and success is the real purpose. Gou Jian, the King of Yue, had a good time after defeating He Lv. I didn't expect to be defeated by Fu Cha, the prince of Wu, and almost completely annihilated. At this time, he had only two choices: either sacrifice heroically or drag out an ignoble existence with humiliation, and Gou Jian chose the latter. He became a servant of Forza. After returning to his native land, he lived a hard life, hoarding food and grass and expanding the army. A few years later, after careful consideration, Wu was wiped out in one fell swoop and dominated the Central Plains. Moreover, Sima Qian, for example, endured humiliation and waited patiently to write the immortal masterpiece Historical Records.

Now, is there anyone around you who is depressed about failing the exam? Are some people eager for quick success and quick success? You should know at this time that waiting is actually a kind of wisdom. In other words, learning to wait is great wisdom. Only when you know how to accumulate strength and stand up after failure will you wait.

Waiting is not an excuse for cowardice; Waiting is not a relaxation of will; Waiting is accumulating energy; Waiting is the cold before spring comes. It is like a springboard to help you cross the finish line.