In the vast sea of people, meeting you and me is the origin, knowing each other is the continuation, and knowing each other is the fate.
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Another summer, I bid farewell to primary school and entered junior high school. Sunny weather, a breeze blowing on my face, brought a cool, looking at a strange school, those vacant eyes betrayed my heart.
Every day, teachers' concern and classmates' greetings make me feel that the world can be so beautiful, so I should remember it with my heart. However, the good times did not last long. As my mother said, junior high school is not like primary school, and the study pressure is getting heavier and heavier. Constant setbacks make me feel tired, and repeated blows make me gradually lose my way on the road of life. I am like a lost child. I tasted helplessness and hopelessness at the first failure. In the end, I finally couldn't help it, and tears kept pouring out like a broken line.
At this time, you extended your warm hand to me, lit the lamp in front of me, and made me no longer hesitate. At that moment, my world was bright because of you.
I often ask: Why is it so fragile? Why are you crying? Why are you laughing? Why are there gorgeous rainbows after the storm?
You gave me the answer-
Everyone has a fragile cry, and no one is perfect; Emotions and sorrows are human nature. You should understand that it is a coward's behavior not to stand up after failure; In the face of setbacks, we should go forward bravely, after all, this is essential on the road of life.
Your words, such as sobering, awakened me in confusion; Your words have been imprinted on my mind for a long time.
Before, I have been afraid to face up to the world, because I didn't dare, so I missed a lot of beauty; Now, every time I stand at the fork in the road of my life, you let me quickly find the weather vane and set out for the distance. ...
The fish in the water can show off its graceful dance, but only in the water; The flowers on the shore can show its dazzling brilliance, but there are also times of gratitude; Birds in the sky can soar in the magical sky, but sometimes they stop and land on branches.
Tree, even if you have strong branches, there will be times when the leaves will return to their roots, and you will be caught with fish, flowers, birds and trees. Who can say that life is safe? People have great joys and sorrows, and worldly desires. People say that everything in the world is empty, so why pursue it? It's just that the world loves to get to the bottom of it, and it's not easy to get birds of a feather flock together, not to feel sorry for yourself, not to do what you don't want others to do. This is what saints can do. People are like fish. When you jump, jump. If you can't jump out, you can only wait for death in that pool forever. People are like that flower. Don't forget to give yourself a chance to show your face, and don't let everyone bury you.
People are like that bird. When it's time to fly, he wants to fly as far as possible, but he still needs a comfort when he flies halfway.
Fish hide in the water when they are sad, flowers wrap their petals tightly when they are sad, birds hide their heads in feathers when they are sad, and we stay in the corner when we are sad. Go when it's time to go. The experience must be experienced, and the abandonment cannot be left. This is history.
I don't want to be a girl, and I won't be a girl in my next life.
I don't want to be a girl, because I am too aware of the sensitivity, delicacy and fragility of girls. Girls will care too much about other people's opinions, be afraid of being hurt, shed tears, fall down and get up weak but strong ... I will cherish them in my heart. Every girl is an angel, feeling the angel's innocent heart. I can't bear to be a girl because of my deep love, and I can't bear to be hurt even a little by this world.
I don't want to be a girl because I know that girls are kind, sad and affectionate. Girls will dress up and love dolls as their own children when they are young, and give their favorite candy to their partners, but they are hungry. They will be unhappy when they watch sad poems, and they will burst into tears when they watch sad movies. They will experience the pain of transformation in the extension of time ... As a girl, I don't want to touch more joys and sorrows in the world and taste so many joys and sorrows, because I am afraid that my delicate heart can't bear it.
Every girl is an angel and an elf on the earth. I can't bear the perfect baby to experience an imperfect life. Because I am a girl in my life, I will not be a girl in my next life.
I don't know what to write. It may have been finished, there may be nothing to write, or it may have been written too much. I can't express my feelings, because words are limited, and people's feelings are infinite. What's more, my ability to control words is minimal, and no one can understand anyone's pain.
On New Year's Eve, my brother came to my house to play, and I discussed with him, "Let's make lanterns." My brother agreed in one bite.
We found a waste wine box. Hollow out all four sides with scissors, leaving four corners. We also made a "hairpin" in the indigenous way, stuck paper on it and fixed a candle in it, so that our lantern was successful.
Grandpa came over and looked at the lanterns we made and said, "White is unlucky. Throw it away and do it again! " "I thought," People spend half a day making lanterns and throw them away? "Suddenly, I had an idea: I moved two big beverage bottles, tore off the red labels on the bottles and stuck them on them.
All right!
Today is my grandfather's birthday. I bought a cake for my grandfather with my pocket money. When I got home, I found that all my relatives had come, except my grandfather.
When grandpa didn't come, I took out the cake and put in candles. Grandpa is here, and the birthday has begun. Clusters of burning flames formed an auspicious lotus, reflecting grandpa's happy face, and 60 colored candles danced with our 60 blessings.
Grandpa blew out the candles and we began to share delicious cakes. I had a brainwave and immediately put the cream on the cake on grandpa's face.
Wow! Grandpa is young again!
The long winter passed and ushered in a spring full of flowers and vitality. Spring brings us hope and happiness. Let's go to East Lake Park to see Miss Chun.
At the gate of Donghu Park, there is a female statue. How much she looks like Miss Chun! Look at those slender hands stroking the sky gently, stroking the earth and stroking everything. Ah! How beautiful spring is! The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the winter jasmine is yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring and painters love to describe it. Because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the confluence of all the colors. Look, the grass on the roadside is scrambling to stick its head out. They also want to see this beautiful spring. Beautiful flowers are wearing silver skirts and dancing in the spring breeze to see how beautiful this spring is. Willow shakes its thousands of green wickers, and some swallows fly around singing. Looking at it reminds me of a poem: singing willow. "Jasper is as tall as a tree, and it hangs green silk in ten thousand. I wonder who will cut the fine leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. " Didn't those swallows cut wicker with scissors-like tails? On the poplar trees next to it, strings of red poplars hang down like red spikes and are beautifully decorated on lanterns.
Chun, you are the most successful painter! You outlined the outline of each of us and increased our upward strength. Friends, for a brilliant tomorrow, for the most holy spring to stay on earth forever, let's join hands and fight together! "A year's plan lies in spring", green grass, flowers, birds and flowers, constitute a beautiful and vibrant spring!
I love you, Chun!
Composition 6 Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, almost every household has to do Aijiao. My family does this every year, and this year is no exception.
Yesterday, after we went up the mountain to offer sacrifices, we picked a lot of wormwood. Today, my mother and I got up early to have sex. Mother cleaned up the wormwood first, then put it in the laundry basket, then washed it, cooked it, fished it out and put it in glutinous rice flour. Glutinous rice and wormwood mixed together, mixed with a faint fragrance, like orchids, smells a refreshing feeling. I washed my hands, sat squarely at the table and waited anxiously and patiently for my mother.
I saw my mother knead the kneaded powder into a small ball. I scrambled to squeeze it, first into a circle, and then flattened it with my hands. Mother prepared two kinds of stuffing, one is sesame candy, the other is shredded bamboo shoots with pickles. After I put the stuffing away, I dipped my fingers in some water on both sides and stuck them together. The first Ai jiaozi is done, but it seems a little ugly. Look at my mother again. She made two, which looked beautiful, just like those sold in the market. I'm a little indomitable, one after another, and there are many good things to grind. Soon, the Ai ? ? jiaozi in my hand has become very delicious. Although it is a little worse than my mother's, I am quite satisfied. My mother has been packing for more than ten years. ...
Jiaozi wrapped it and steamed it. Twenty minutes later, when I ate my own sweet and delicious jiaozi, I felt indescribable joy. Of course, I also understand a truth through the coke incident-it takes unremitting efforts to succeed in doing anything.
Recently, I like to study the historical stories of ancient women, which is very interesting to read carefully. Under the social background at that time, ancient women were only accessories of men, and they were tools to carry on the family line under the patriarchal system. I think the status of ancient women is still relatively low, and the outcome is very bleak. Compared with the freedom of women in modern society, ancient women really had no human rights at all.
Chen Ajiao, the first queen of Liu Che in history. Gillian's mother is Princess Guantao, her grandmother is Dou Taihou, and her uncle is the emperor. Such a woman of noble birth has a worse ending than ordinary people. Liu Che can ascend to the throne without the thrust of Gillian's family, but it wasn't long before he made a promise in Liu Che that "a golden house hides a charming woman" and refused his wife.
In ancient times, the husband's favor was everything. Gillian is a silly girl. In order to get the love of the emperor and the honor of the family, she actually chose to win back her lover's heart with magic. This kind of action is a big violation in feudal society, and the result can be imagined. Gillian was put in limbo, and her life was accompanied by a long night, which was really pitiful.
If Gillian had the independence of modern women, she wouldn't end up like this. It's a pity that the charming girl of her generation has been reduced to the backyard of the deep palace, and she has only been circling for one person all her life. It's a pity that her good years have passed.
I got up in a hurry and went to my grandmother's house to pay a New Year call to her. I don't know if I'm too happy or something. When I got to my grandmother's house, I forgot what to do. It was not until my grandmother gave me lucky money that I remembered to pay a New Year call to my grandmother, which was very embarrassing.
Twelve noon:
There are many guests in my family, both adults and children. Suddenly, the family became lively. Adults drink water and play mahjong as soon as they come in. We children are not to be outdone, chatting and playing computer, and the whole family is immersed in joy.
At half past three in the afternoon:
This cheerful atmosphere lasted for three and a half hours. My mother started cooking. He had a shovel in his right hand and seasoning in his left. He is very busy. The rest are still playing mahjong, and no one is coming to help her.
At four o'clock in the afternoon:
It's time for dinner. There are many dishes cooked today, as well as my favorite chicken fillet. I opened my stomach and had a full stomach. At the same time, everyone drank up my big box of drinks and left me no bite. 555~ so miserable.
Five o'clock in the afternoon:
I was called to play basketball just after dinner. After fighting with my eldest brother for more than an hour, I was so tired that I was sweating and panting and fell on the bed.
Eight o'clock in the evening:
The adults started playing mahjong again, but my mother forced me to go to bed. It took me more than an hour to fall asleep and slept soundly.
At half past eleven in the evening:
The adults were exhausted from playing mahjong, and my uncle was lying on my bed. I have to go to the toilet. When I woke up, a "monster" appeared in front of my hair. "My goodness!" I almost didn't shout it out. I was startled, and when I looked intently, this "monster" turned out to be my uncle. What a false alarm!
One day has finally passed, how will I be greeted the next day?
I don't know what color my dream is. Maybe it has its own color. I don't know where the wind blows. Maybe it has its own direction. I don't know what loneliness is. Maybe it is like grass. I don't know what I am. Maybe I am a deer running in the sky.
I don't know when I have fallen in love with silence. I like to make a cup of milk tea, move a chair and sit on the balcony, bask in the sun, occasionally write with an exercise book and read this book for 2 or 3 hours.
I really like Han Han's unique writing style. His peeping at the man in the cup is a symbolic isomorphic process from birth to immersion in society. In the article, we can easily see his views on society and life. His bookstore focuses on the world. His narrative is exaggerated, but it is also moderately exaggerated, between humor and irony, which shows us his unique technique. His "seeking medical treatment" is not melodramatic and sophisticated. Although it is not as innocent and lovely as that written by teenagers, it has a special nature. Isn't the article entirely based on the word nature?
When I came home at night and saw my brothers, I thought of my brother again. Is he okay? I couldn't help crying, only to find that tears can be so hot, only to find that people will be so sad to a certain extent. Tear drops, crackling, crisp and thorough. Dude, are you okay?
I like it very much. I can clearly hear the lonely song at the moment after the rain. Intermittent rain, beating the floating dust, three clouds, blurred eyes, let my face emerge a familiar smile.
The sky couldn't bear the weight of the rain, and it poured down. I don't know whose footsteps made me panic, so I quickly found a shelter from the rain. I like taking an umbrella for a walk on my way home. In an alley, a family smoked, only to be blown away by drizzle and slight wind. Walking gently on the mossy path, I walked gently and drew circles on the road on tiptoe. I turned a corner and walked on a smooth road. There was no sign of anyone else, only me walking on the silent road with a crimson umbrella. I am like a boat, drifting in the stream of life. Rain falls on the road where the wheels are rolling. In the dim light, the whole city is covered with a layer of transparent water.
The rain has stopped, and I always think that one day I can stay away from the noise and bear those burdens. Maybe we only know how to relax when we are tired. Maybe we want to stay away from the noise when we see the world clearly. Maybe the more mysterious people are, the more they want to unveil its mystery. I like watching the rain more and more. Watching the rain beads "tick" on the land from under the eaves, moistening the soil under your feet. Many people like to release their feelings in the rain, or pin them on it. In people's influence, rain is unspeakable sadness. On the contrary, I like the peace in the rain.
In the rainy season, I am used to letting go and thinking, watching the clouds in the sky condense bit by bit, disappear bit by bit into raindrops and fall mercilessly on the horizon, covering my heart and devouring my sleeping heart bit by bit.
I walked in the rain with an umbrella, lost in thought. ...
Today is the charity sale that students have been waiting for for for a long time. When the teacher told you the news, the whole class seemed to explode. Some are discussing the items for the charity sale, some are vying to be waiters, and some are asking questions around the teacher. ...
"oh! I am a waiter! " But as soon as I got to the playground, my happy mood immediately calmed down, and I also had a feeling of fear. Because I saw my brother and sister shouting for the charity sale, I was born a timid girl. Can I sell things like my brother and sister?
When Wang He was assigned to sell books, I realized that selling books was not an easy task. Because most of the books to be sold are cartoon picture books and some humble notebooks. Sure enough, as I expected, an hour later, not many people came to visit our booth, but the toy booth next to it was in full swing and the waiter was sweating.
"Do something, or a book won't sell!" I said to Wang. So, we came up with an idea: we went to the class to find some enthusiastic students and asked them to be reading models in front of our booth. Without saying anything, they picked up the book and began to read. Sure enough, it attracted many students. Finally, the books were sold out immediately. I jumped three feet high with joy and forgot the fatigue of the day.
Although the charity sale is very tired, it is very happy.
I can still do what I want by myself! I won't rely on anyone's strength anymore, because I know that in a few years, I will leave this place and be alone.
Think about it, it's a bit bleak.
Once, I didn't want to do what I could until I regretted it.
Looking at the bloody picture on the screen. The scene of fighting and killing. My heart is cold and I can't feel anything. I don't know if I have become cold-blooded. Now, no matter how touching the picture in front of me is, I will only say "Oh, nothing."
My good friend was surprised at my change and frowned and asked me why I had become like this. I said I didn't know, and then she smiled and asked her, "Why haven't you changed?"
Hehe, there is a saying that people will change their ideas with age.
I think so.
Now I am too lazy to do my homework during the day. I will pick up a pen and write my homework slowly until the evening.
Different from before, I will be so absorbed in my homework at night that even my parents don't know they are coming. Hehe, I think it's quite efficient.
After finishing my homework, I habitually open the drawer, open the locked diary, pick up a bright red watercolor pen and write a big date on it, and then start to let go of myself, write whatever I want, regardless of anything, because this is just my diary.
When I finished writing, I raised a sneer at my mouth.
Lock the lock, close the drawer, pick up the Rubik's cube on the table and play aimlessly. Say to the bear given by a good friend, "Xiao Zhong, you haven't changed yourself, but you know more."
Put down your hair, alas, I really want to cut off this annoying hair, but. Mom won't.
Turn off the light, close your eyes in the dark and say to yourself, "good night!" " "
When I was a child, I started writing to cope with the teacher's composition, even if it was well written, I didn't feel anything.
When I grow up, writing a composition has become a great pleasure in my life, in order to stretch my mind and find my truest self.
What about now? It's to remember, to remember all the wonderful moments in my life, to remember what I missed and lost.
There will always be pictures in my mind, and I will feel stupid and naive. Occasionally there is an impulse to hit the wall, and the ending is just a laugh.
Walking into school is the truest me, and I won't deliberately hide anything. Sleepy, then go to sleep, although I know I will be awakened by the teacher. If you don't like a teacher, it doesn't matter. Everything is against her to convince her. First of all, you should have strength.
Staring at the book, occasionally unconsciously humming a few songs and giggling.
When I get home, I will do my homework first. I always want to study hard in my mind. When writing, I thought of the failed game, so I scribbled it and ran to play the game.
I like to daydream in bed, so I enjoy having a fever.
Never satisfied, no matter how delicious the cake is, no matter how fun the game is, things will be endlessly updated, and people's life will be just a little bit.
Teachers and parents say: study is to find a good job, and you can enjoy life when you find a good job, but I don't think so. Now study hard and be a nerd when you can play.
Don't always feel young. When you are old, everything you did when you were young has been diluted by time.
From now on, be yourself, believe that you are unique, and don't leave regrets in your short life.
Essay 14 "Every street, everyone's mouth, the first sentence we met. Congratulations ... "What day is this? Why are you so busy? Needless to ask, of course, it's New Year's Day. Then let's talk about New Year's Day!
At six in the morning
I was awakened by the crisp sound of firecrackers. I stretched myself and walked out of the door to welcome the first ray of sunshine in the new year.
At eight in the morning.
After breakfast in a hurry, I went to visit my grandparents. Then I went to set off firecrackers happily. Today's weather is just the opposite of people's mood, and cold winds are howling everywhere. Wind, firecrackers and children's laughter are intertwined, playing a sweet "New Year Symphony".
Nine o'clock in the morning
People are busy paying New Year greetings, and I am also involved. As soon as you enter the door, you are called "Auntie" and "Auntie" according to people's age and seniority. People praise me for being polite, and lucky money is indispensable.
Twelve noon
There are many guests at home, so I certainly want to take this opportunity to show myself well. I was busy serving tea and water, and I was full of praise. Adults talk about life and joke. We children play computer and watch TV together. The whole family is immersed in happiness.
Noon 1 point
My mother cooked a delicious meal, which made my mouth water. We ate it willy-nilly, and in less than half an hour, there were few meals on the table.
3 p.m.
Everyone has left, my parents are cleaning the house, and I should relax. I picked up the firecrackers that I didn't finish in the morning and put them away by catching them. Everyone is full of energy and works harder.
The above is my family's Spring Festival. Now it's time to talk about yours!
The composition of junior one is 15, which seems to fly by!
In a blink of an eye, the semester passed in a hurry. Perhaps there is only a faint breeze and a faint sadness, but paradoxically, my heart is somewhat happy after all.
After all, junior high school is junior high school. Unlike elementary school, it has long been said that entering junior high school means going to hell. I don't know how true this sentence is, but I always feel a little exaggerated, just like people say, "I eat more salt than you eat, and I drink more vinegar than you drink water." ..... boring! All my thoughts. Life is still like this, and books are still read! Alarmist fallacies and heresies!
Thinking of this, I have to take a look at hateful mathematics. It is not appropriate to use the word "hateful"! But I can't find a better word to describe it, because it's really disgusting, and I think I'm driven crazy by it.
I want to give up math, otherwise I can't find another life. But some people say that mathematics can't be abandoned ... I retort, but he says it can be proved by the reaction of Newton's second law BA(OH)2 and H2SO4! I can't argue!
I want to change my English name to CICI, because where there is math, there is no sunshine. I want to be CICI jelly, soft but tough, not ice cream-it will cry because of the hot weather.
I'm crazy about math.
China football coach Milu said he would play happy football. Some people advocate happy mathematics, and we should regard learning mathematics as a game … a game!
In the game, I was stabbed by it, a terrible knife. It hurt my eyes and I lost my way. I groped in the dark. I met geometry again, and the situation was a little better, but I was far from happy. The exam is like a battlefield. I sent troops south and I lost!
Stop playing, I can't afford to lose!