My distant thoughts have nowhere to vent, telling the loneliness of this season, so I have to leave the blooming chrysanthemums in the world, and then let the petals peel off on the wall in the barren tobacco year, suppressing the thread in my heart, suppressing the blooming snow lotus, letting the yellowed smile flow into my fingers, and then crept into my heart and screamed hysterically across the barren fields. Where are you today? My distant thoughts have nowhere to gather, and a lamp is inextricably linked with sorrow, and the reason is still chaotic. Where is the way home? Looking back silently, I am doomed to stick to my life. Why does the lonely soul fall asleep again? Why is the noise the next day full of tears?
It was not my intention to hurt your words when the sea was too difficult for water. I wanted to make up for the past, but the morning sun dried up the last line of sadness and the black ink was peaceful and decadent. The reason is still chaos, and no one cares about the broken kite.
Then let my thoughts, which have nowhere to vent, drift with the homeless water all day long. Why do lonely souls fall asleep again? I am destined to stick to my life and look back silently, and gradually get used to the passing of the world of mortals. Where is the way home? Yi Deng's sorrow is inextricably linked, and his youth is too short. I have nowhere to say goodbye to distant thoughts, only to know that it is not too late, but also to leave the blooming chrysanthemums in the world, messy, at a loss, and the east wind is broken? My distant thoughts have nowhere to gather, and the running water in front of me has long been cut off. In the years of barren smoke and weeds, the petals will peel off and cut off on the wall, and I will die of old age alone.
The sand in the wind, churning the long flow of Wan Li, suppresses the blooming snow lotus, because I don't know where my thoughts about you fall, and it's not my intention to hurt your words. Feel at home everywhere, sand in the beautiful wind, don't sympathize with withered chrysanthemums. It turns out that loneliness begins with no discretion. Looking at the hanging reflection aroused the red sunset glow on the horizon, and then it crept into my heart and screamed hysterically across the deserted field. Maybe the horizon is my starting point, disappearing without a trace, trying to make up for the past.
Sometimes, like a lost child, I feel the comfort of revisiting my old place. The west wind rises, and the sunset at dusk reminds me of you again. Where are you today, as fragmented as those tangled past events, only to find that the owner of this year is no longer me.
Why is the noise the next day full of tears, but things have changed, and I know that the broken guzheng can't play the answer I want. Once the sea was difficult for water, the wandering duckweed was still looking for the way home.
My distant thoughts have nowhere to vent. I want to see the fragrant world, but at least I have walked in this world. Careless tourists still want to die for that chrysanthemum, telling the loneliness of this season, and the decaying willows are still swaying and charming. Endless yearning is my inner entanglement, which evaporates in this deserted city, so I have to let my thoughts wander around and evoke a scarred soul. Meeting by chance is too confusing, and I don't know whether the next season is rebirth or reincarnation. I can't bear to blame my full moon for being more lonely. Think about the rising direction tomorrow, when my distant thoughts will come back and time will be silent. And my distant thoughts will never end, so I let the yellow smile flow into my fingers, but the light of the morning sun dried up the last line of sadness, and the roar that cut through the sky floated in the vicissitudes of life, and the black ink had also been infected with a peaceful west wind.
Distant thoughts have nowhere to go home, endless thoughts roar loudly, and the east wind breaks again.
2. Write a 600-word narrative with the theme of "caring". There is a place too far away to reach. Its name is heaven.
There is a kind of endless mood, and its name is caring.
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The gentle evening breeze quietly opens the window of the soul, and the drizzle gradually rises on the river. ...
A strait separates me from my closest relatives like the end of the world! How many starry nights, with tears in their eyes, chew the warmth of childhood over and over again; How many midnight reincarnation, my eyes are still hazy with grandpa's wandering back, but what I can't get rid of for a long time is the affectionate reminder and call in heaven.
At this time, my concern and thoughts about my grandfather filled my heart, like the feet of Parthenocissus tricuspidata.
"Grandpa, how are you in heaven? I still have that ticket. "
It was the last day of the summer vacation, and I went to the airport alone with my ticket in frustration because school was about to start. When I entered the customs, I was shocked-my grandfather was pale and weak, but he still had such a kind smile on his face. Isn't he in the hospital?
"Grandpa!" Grandpa looked inside and gave me a tired smile, which rippled from his mouth and gave his pale face a fleeting color. ...
Grandpa leaned over my ear and whispered to me, "Remember, son, grandpa will always love you." At that moment, my grandfather's forehead oozed thick sweat, his face was deeply gully, and his sunken eyes were deeply lonely and regretful, which made my heart tremble slightly. ...
Carrying my luggage, I trudged into the customs. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently found grandpa's expression dull.
At that moment, I looked back and saw my grandfather frowning. Tears welled up in my eyes suddenly, and they flowed quietly down my cheeks like broken beads.
I quickly withdrew my eyes. At that moment, I burst into tears; At that moment, my heart was bleeding. ...
I can't bear to part with my grandfather, how much he loves me.
When I got home, the bad news on grandma's phone came like a bolt from the blue, which made me burst into tears. I buried my face in my knees in despair and burst into tears. Leaving the airport was the last time I saw my grandfather. I deeply blame myself, blaming myself for thinking that grandpa was just a general heart attack. In fact, grandpa stayed in bed because of septicemia caused by cardiac hypertrophy. At the last moment of his life, he endured the pain and took one last look at me with the help of his grandmother. On the bus, grandpa wrote the words "12-15-22-5-zhijayi", and the corresponding English letter 12 15225 is "love". Finally, grandpa got on the bus. ...
It used to be an amazing photo. The warm memories that flash intermittently, like the surprise that floats across the sea of hearts inadvertently, arouse the ripples of love in circles.
Walking through the square where I once lived, my grandfather and I sat comfortably on the stone steps with fewer pedestrians. The warm sunset brings our shadows long and dances with soft lines. Grandpa peeled off a candy with his hands full of years, and then handed it to me with a big smile. Silver invoice in his ears, flashing this peaceful light. And I, with a sweet smile, chewed the candy happily, and then excitedly pushed another candy away from my hand and stuffed it into the old man's mouth. We smiled happily, and the colorful clouds behind us were particularly gentle.
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Those dusty days are like waving goodbye in a dream, but they will never be floating clouds that dissipate.
Care, a feeling that makes people tremble. It's good to be moved or sad.
Occasional memories, such distant dreams, distant voices and voices. Smile will be clearly visible, and youth is as transparent as wine, which can be drunk, exhausted and divided.
Now, grandpa has been dead for several spring and autumn periods, and I, my inner remorse, has lasted for several spring and autumn periods. The passage of time makes me care more and more about my grandfather. How many times in the dead of night, I stood at the window and stared at the distant and deep night sky, letting regret, sadness and concern immerse myself in the fields. ...
3. Write a composition on the topic of "caring". When I was a child, I didn't know what care was. I thought it was an emotion that my family didn't meet for a long time. But as I grow up, I know that care is lacking, and it is the truest expression of affection for the people I love.
Every time I go to grandpa's house, I understand my worry. Every time I go to see grandpa, I will smile and say to me, "Do you miss grandpa?" "I thought about it." I talked as if I was dealing with an errand, and then I went to play. I thought it was strange at that time. Why does grandpa always ask me if I miss him? Haven't we known each other for a week? But I don't know, when I was playing this week, my grandfather was worried about me at home.
When I understand my worry, it is every time my grandmother calls me. Every time my grandmother calls me, she will ask me if I have eaten, if I am healthy, if I drink milk every morning, and how my study is going ... every time I think, didn't I say that last week? Why do you ask? Every time I can't wait to say, "Oh, ok, goodbye grandma." After listening to this, grandma hesitated for a moment, and then said, "All right." Finally put the phone down. Later, I learned that grandma wanted to convey her concern and miss to me by phone, but I always thought she was very picky and wanted to hang up.
When my grandfather was ill, I learned to care. I went to see grandpa that day, but as soon as I came in, I saw him lying in bed. I asked grandma, what happened to grandpa? Grandma said grandpa was not feeling well these two days. I asked grandpa what he wanted to eat, and grandpa said he just wanted some bread. Hearing this, I walked to the door. Grandma asked * * *? I said buy bread, grandma said buy ordinary. On the bus, I thought if I bought ordinary bread, I could save money on books. But in the end, I stopped in front of a good bakery and went in to choose some of my grandfather's favorite bread and snacks. Although it is expensive, I am very happy.
When I got home, I gave my grandpa bread and snacks, and he smiled happily. From then on, grandma told everyone about it and said I was sensible.
It turns out that care is around us. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will find its true meaning.
4. The composition of a young lady in the distance 800 children suddenly woke up in their sleep and could no longer sleep. Open the curtains and look at the dark night. The moon lingers in the chaotic night sky, with faint homesickness and faint thoughts. I can't control my thoughts anymore and fly to my distant hometown.
My hometown is very beautiful. There are ponds in front of and behind the village. Every summer, the pond is full of water lilies. Nobody planted it on purpose. Maybe the seeds have gone with the wind. I like to hold my chin in my hand and put my side on my head.
Wicker, sitting alone under the tree, looking at the lotus beside him. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, the fragrant road mixed with water plants and soil rolls up, the messy rustling of leaves and the tireless singing of cicadas constitute the most beautiful summer.
Pictures.
I like climbing on the roof to watch the sunset. At that time, every household would have kitchen smoke floating out and blending into the afterglow with the smell of rice. The sun will quietly set on the roofs.
Next, there are trees in the front and back of my hometown. At this time, there will always be flocks of birds coming back. When the adults call the children who have been playing outside for a whole day home for dinner, the village will be full of excitement. Everything will be on Monday.
Layers of blurred colors.
Whenever night falls, I always like to run around the village with a few friends carrying small lanterns. The flashing yellow light flashes in the thick night, like fireflies by the pond. How happy and naive it was at that time …
Later, when I was five years old, I came to Changyuan with my parents. The air here always smells of dust, and it is always noisy. I was curious when I first came here. It's been a long time, and I'm at a loss Is this the place I've been longing for for for a long time? also
I have lived on campus since I was five years old, so I seldom go back to my hometown. Whenever there is a holiday, I go back noisily. When I got back, I proudly showed my friends how good my school was, and I couldn't help looking at my friends' envious eyes.
Meaning, but more sad. I like it here, but I have to go back to Changyuan ... when I grow up, my studies are getting heavier and heavier, I go back to my hometown less and less, and my friends are becoming more and more unfamiliar. For the last time, I can't remember when I went back.
I met my former close partner and forgot to smile and say hello. ...
Everything in my hometown is a memory. Those distant lotus flowers, kitchen smoke, small lanterns and friendship have all vanished. ...
Thought of here, I can't help crying. My hometown is getting farther and farther away from me.
For reference, I hope I can help you and hope to adopt it.
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between the ends of the earth, but when I stand in front of you, you can't feel my yearning for you.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and I'm coming to you with a heavy heart. Your smiling face hangs on the stone tablet, and you sleep peacefully in your final destination regardless of the dust.
After you left, my world was deprived of happiness and I felt bored and lonely, but I was silent all day and always went back to my old house to remember you and me. Grandma, I wonder if your world will remember our story? Do you remember that old cane chair? I went back to the old house the other day, and the rattan chair was still well placed by your bed. I moved it out of the room, then lay quietly on it, closed my eyes and recalled it and our story.
There used to be no electric fan at home, and the house was like a stuffy stove in summer. You always take the cane chair out and put it in the yard.
You lie on the chair, then hug me in your arms, gently fan me with that big cattail leaf fan, and we will look up at the sky and count the stars together. You said that all the stars in the sky represent an elf. After death, people will become elves and stars to see the living.
I also asked mischievously, "Grandma, will you become a star?" You said of course you would.
Scared me to hold you tight, because I dare not let you leave. In summer, we spend happily in the yard, on the cany chair, counting the stars and looking at the sky.
Up to now, I still remember it clearly. I really miss those days, and I miss you and me growing up bit by bit. Grandma, I hope you can remember all our stories. I hope you can sleep quietly and sometimes dream about me.
Although I face you face to face, there is the farthest distance between us. I hope my thoughts about you can travel through space and spread to your world.
6. Try to write an argumentative essay on the topic of "Talking about the farthest distance". What's the farthest distance? Astronomers say that the vast universe is the farthest distance; Sociologists say that the separation between life and death is the farthest distance; Psychologists say that strangers are the farthest distance.
The universe is boundless, but as long as you are willing to explore, the distance of the universe will not be far away. The ancients said that the place where the sky is round is just a glimpse of the earth; Heliocentrism of Copernicus told people that the earth is round and the universe is uncovered. Then the solar system, the Milky Way ... Although the universe is still expanding and boundless, people have never stopped exploring.
We are in the universe and the universe is not far away. Parting is heartbreaking, but as long as you learn to care, the distance of parting will not be far away.
Just like Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness, whether it is a stamp or a boat ticket, whether it is a grave or a strait, the distance of parting is the distance from one end to the other. The person you care about is in your heart, no matter how Qianshan is.
Parting can't stop our troubles. Parting is not far away. Loneliness has nowhere to tell, but as long as you know how to be open-minded, the distance of loneliness will not be far away.
"Last night, the west wind carved green trees, climbed high-rise buildings alone and looked at the horizon." Yan Shu is lonely, but he doesn't stay in the resentment of "who knows what's on his mind", but sings the famous sentence "I can't help spending money, but I feel deja vu."
It's not that the person in front of you doesn't understand your mind. Speak your mind, and someone will always listen. Loneliness is not far away.
So what's the farthest distance? In fact, distance is only an objective existence, there is no distinction between far and near, and the distance is only the heart. The vast universe and deep space make people flinch, so the universe is far away.
However, everyone once dreamed of traveling in space, so Apollo 1 1 took Armstrong's first step on the moon, and since then, our steps have never stopped. The universe is as big as the heart.
Therefore, the universe is never far away. Painful parting, long-term missing, hard to let go, so parting is far away.
However, even if a young man leaves home, he still has the same local accent. How can such separation be far away? Don't have to be above, he searched the green void, below, the yellow spring, just a toast to invite shadow * * * this month, although it is farewell, let alone a distant one. Only when we meet will there be parting, and only when we leave will there be reunion.
Therefore, parting is never far away. I don't know each other, and I don't know what to do, so loneliness is far away.
However, "what is more interesting than communicating with your own thoughts and God?" Robinson lived on an isolated island for ten years in this way, and his heart depended on it, so he was not lonely. Communicate with your heart, and you will find that distance cares about your eyes.
Open your heart and don't worry that others don't understand your mind. So loneliness is never far away.
What's the farthest distance? There is no farthest distance. I'll go if the mountain doesn't come. The road came out with my feet. Take a big step forward, the distance is close at hand.
Remember to take my answer. I wish you progress in your study.
7. Distant nostalgia 400-word composition Distant nostalgia
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between the ends of the earth, but when I stand in front of you, you can't feel my yearning for you.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and I'm coming to you with a heavy heart. Your smiling face hangs on the stone tablet, and you sleep peacefully in your final destination regardless of the dust.
After you left, my world was deprived of happiness and I felt bored and lonely, but I was silent all day and always went back to my old house to remember you and me. Grandma, I wonder if your world will remember our story?
Do you remember that old cane chair? I went back to the old house the other day, and the rattan chair was still well placed by your bed. I moved it out of the room, then lay quietly on it, closed my eyes and recalled it and our story.
There used to be no electric fan at home, and the house was like a stuffy stove in summer. You always take the cane chair out and put it in the yard. You lie on the chair, then hug me in your arms, gently fan me with that big cattail leaf fan, and we will look up at the sky and count the stars together.
You said that all the stars in the sky represent an elf. After death, people will become elves and stars to see the living. I also asked mischievously, "Grandma, will you become a star?" You said of course you would. Scared me to hold you tight, because I dare not let you leave.
In summer, we spend happily in the yard, on the cany chair, counting the stars and looking at the sky.
Up to now, I still remember it clearly. I really miss those days, and I miss you and me growing up bit by bit.
Grandma, I hope you can remember all our stories. I hope you can sleep quietly and sometimes dream about me.
Although I face you face to face, there is the farthest distance between us. I hope my thoughts about you can travel through space and spread to your world.
Please write an article on the topic of "caring", "caring is painful and beautiful". When people walk into life, they walk into love, which is painful and beautiful.
Concern is an unparalleled flower in spring; Concern is the cool breeze in summer; Care is the fruit of autumn; Concern is the snowflakes flying all over the sky in winter night. Care is the abbreviation of life, and care is the release of the soul.
With your heart, there will be joys and sorrows of life, and there will be no regrets. Care is a cup of old wine, which gets more and more fragrant as time goes by. Concern is a colorful cloud, which intoxicated two people's hearts and opened two heart flowers. Care is the most precious friendship between people. Caring is generous and selfless dedication, deep blessing and silent prayer. It is not close to utility and does not contain falsehood. Concern is a kind of emotional interweaving. Caring is a kind of spiritual maintenance; Caring is a strong yearning.
Concern is the sadness of silent tears every night; Worry is the restless trouble of the window; Concern is the bitterness of looking through autumn water; Concern is acacia under the moonlight and running water. If you care about someone, you will think of the warmth of getting along in the past; Recall the joy of dancing hand in hand with him; Think of his careful company when you are lonely; He patiently enlightened when he thought of pain; Think of his warm words when frustrated; Think of his deep guilt after bickering; Think of his deep pity when crying; Think about his generosity and tolerance when you are willful; Think of his humorous jokes when you are upset; Think of his laughter when you were naughty.
If you care about someone, you will take pleasure in happiness and worry, and you will breed many inexplicable melancholy from your heart. You will miss his food, clothing, housing and transportation; You will pay attention to his joys and sorrows; You will care about his emotions, you will care about his every move.
You will be filled with sadness because you have not received his letter; You will be uneasy because you can't be with him for a long time; You will be restless for that long lovesickness; You will be sad because of the continuous emotional injury. A concern balances the imbalance of emotional balance, and a concern fills the disappointment in the depths of the soul. The longer we break up, the farther away we are, and the heavier the weight of our concern.
With that concern, there will be comforting spiritual comfort on the lonely journey, and with others' concern for you, the ordinary years will be more abundant in life. An ordinary day, or an extremely dull experience, can make you feel deeply concerned.
Deep concern is rooted in people's souls like vines. Cut a thread of love quietly, let it fly in the warm spring breeze, and drag a trace of concern into the vast universe silently; Gently open your heart, reminisce about a past, miss a face, and worry about the pain and beauty in the middle of the night.
Concern for taste is the deep concern of one heart for another, which can connect affection, friendship and love. Concern is a family affection, a wisp of acacia, a kind of happiness.
Caring is a life form, a spiritual place and a psychological magnetic field that everyone should look for and cherish. The best way to identify the depth of feelings is to pay attention to the length of time.
The beautiful legend of Peacock Flying Southeast, the eternal swan song of Meng Jiangnu Crying for the Great Wall, the joys and sorrows of butterfly lovers, and the wonderful sentence of "I miss you like a full moon, and my face is getting thinner every night" all describe that your face is getting thinner and thinner until you give your life, leaving us a true and sincere sad and beautiful story. Approaching life, I walked into attention; With love, you have emotional sustenance.
"The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for the wayward boy's body" is full of family care; "Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed." It is the concern of overflowing homesickness; "I wish you a long life and a thousand miles of beauty" is the concern of wandering love; "It's a pity that one brother climbs, but one dogwood is missing"; "Hug home, for me, as a symbol of our love" is the sustenance of love; "I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason" is the meaning of concern. Caring is a cup of deep feelings, and saying goodbye is a good wish.
Parents' concern for their children, like a cloud, floats around with birds in the sky, crosses mountains and rivers, and haunts children's hearts. The concern between brothers and sisters is like a mountain stream, clear and transparent. As long as the castle peak is not old, it keeps flowing, singing and stirring the waves all the way.
The concern between husband and wife is like a graceful word, lingering and far away. Acacia often makes tears stick to towels. There is also the kind of concern between friends that does not contain blood relationship and is not mixed with selfish distractions, which often gives people endless strength and courage.
Concern is a precious emotion between people. It has no false impurities and no utilitarian color.
Caring is generous and selfless dedication, deep blessing and silent prayer. Care is not an illusory mirage, but real details and actions.
Buying a pill and squeezing a little toothpaste is a sign of concern; Asking "good morning" and saying "good night" are expressions of concern; A greeting card, a letter from home, a phone call, a message ... are all manifestations of love. Attention, let us taste the ups and downs of life and add a beautiful scenery to life.
If there is no concern in the world, it is like plants lacking sunshine and rain; A life without any concern is like a walking corpse. With life in the air, it is difficult to glow with the brilliance of life. Life needs warmth, sweetness, spring breeze and summer rain ... worry is the whisper of the soul and the dialogue between the hearts.
Caring for others and being cared for by others is a kind of happiness. Let each of us know how to care, taste care, learn to care, make life more colorful and make the world more colorful. Caring is a sad happiness. When you care about someone, you will wonder if he cares about you. In fact, caring and being cared for is indispensable in our life ... We care only because we like it, because we don't know whether the other person cares about you, so we will be sad, feel the other person's concern with our heart and send sincere wishes. When we care about each other, there will be a wonderful association and a moment of sweetness. Caring for each other contains elements of appreciation and love. Caring for each other will make each other walk into each other unconsciously. There will be a kind of harmony and tacit understanding that will touch each other. Concern is a faint fragrance from the soul, which lasts for a long time. Concern is a quiet and overflowing thought, and it is also beautiful and pure. It is also worrying and worrying.