After all, I passed the excellent composition 1, closed my eyes, listened carefully, and used my heart. Every rain is a song, and every ups and downs have their own unique rhythm, either soft or passionate. The lasting appeal of rain is the lasting appeal of life. Through the storm, the sky is clear and boundless.
Dark clouds covered the whole earth and suddenly became dim. The hills in the distance are covered with dark clouds, and the wind hits the doors and windows, "banging" straight. Sitting in a chair is always uncomfortable. Yesterday's exam was not ideal, and the paper has been handed out. The big red cross on the test paper is branded in my eyes and in my heart. At this point, my mood is very agitated, plus this weather ... alas!
Finally, as a white lightning flashed across the sky, raindrops fell with muffled thunder.
I'm bored watching all this! Let me go. Let me go. It's hard to make people feel better. The teacher's sharp words are still ringing in my ears: if you continue like this, you will not only regress, but you will not learn this subject sooner or later! ……
I haven't thought about how to get through this in my heart. I'm always annoyed with the status quo, but I never think about the future. However, this time, it seems that this is not the case!
The bell rang after school and I looked out of the window. I don't know when the rain stopped. In the green belt of campus, small flowers are in full bloom. Accepted the baptism of rain, they became happier! There are raindrops on the green leaves, shining golden light in the sun, making my eyes bright. Looking up at the sky, a heavy rain swept away the haze, blue and flawless!
Seeing this, I seem to understand something! If there is no storm, how can the earth usher in vitality and how can the sky be flawless? If I don't experience setbacks, how can I realize my mistakes?
My heart became clear. Yes! Only by experiencing setbacks can we correct our mistakes. After the setback, we walked through the hurdle, and behind the hurdle is a bright road. Walk through the storm and cross the road!
Ups and downs, can't hit the idea of sentient beings; Ups and downs make all beings more lively! After the storm, the sun shines on the earth! This is * * * won! After the storm, which tomorrow is not sunny!
Walk through the storm and face the light!
After all, I walked through the golden ripples in the wheat fields, which were the footprints left by time. However, with the golden wheat fields, my childhood gradually left me. How I want to pray to God to turn back the clock and let me go back to my happy childhood.
There are white clouds floating in the sky, which makes the sky exceptionally bright. A ray of purple sunshine shone under a big tree through the clouds-a little girl sat shyly on the swing with a ponytail, her legs swinging back and forth, and looked back at her father behind her naively from time to time. The father's hand, wrapped around his daughter's little hand, was held on the swing and gave a rhythmic "one, two, three go!" " "Daughter chimed in.
Looking at the father and daughter in front of me, some pictures hidden in my mind keep flashing: happy childhood, happy childhood, childhood with my father ... time flies, and childhood slips away in a blink of an eye.
I remember when I was a child, my father was busy at work, but whenever he was free, he would take my sister and me out on a motorcycle. Look! My father hummed from time to time, and my sister and I sat behind him and played "scissors, stone and paper". Father took us to the seaside, we stepped on the waves, we set up castles, and we sent drifting bottles with our wishes to the distance; My father took us to that mountain, and we stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, and realized the magnificence of "all other mountains are short in the sky". In the afterglow of summer; We lay in the yard together, watching the full moon hanging high in the sky and feeling the beauty of "from tomorrow to Mid-Autumn Festival" ...
At night, I sit in front of the window, and the twinkling stars and boundless sky form a beautiful picture. I count all the wonderful days I spent with my father in my childhood, happy days, just like the stars in the sky, countless.
Looking up at the vast starry sky, I feel relieved. Although time slips away quietly and childhood is gone forever, it is passing by after all. The beauty of childhood will become my most precious memory, and every aftertaste will be filled with joy and happiness. Now, it is time to use my youth and filial piety to ignite the happiness and happiness in my father's heart.
After all, I have passed the excellent composition 3. Life is a long and beautiful road, and I am full of confidence and spirit when I walk on this road. Inadvertently looking back, I smiled and faced it, savoring these lost years that crossed the ocean and turned into mulberry fields.
Youth, self-confidence, self-restraint and arrogance. Not afraid of youth, not afraid of old age. I'm just afraid that these mixed memories full of bitterness and fragrance will be submerged in the tide of life before I savor them carefully.
Think of yesterday, I am still blindly persistent-stumbling on the way to study. The scenery along the way is infinitely beautiful, and the birds sing along with the flowers. I didn't stay, because there are more beautiful scenery waiting for me in my heart.
Sigh once, I used to be like a lily in full bloom after the rain, but I kept dreaming, hoping that one day a warm and jade-like lover would gently hold my hand, and the oath version declared: "There is only one scoop of water in three thousand years." From then on, know each other and stay together until death do us part. -"I want to know you. There is no end to your long life. There is thunder in winter and rain and snow in summer, but I dare to die with you."
Life, look at the road I have traveled, those deep or shallow, or careless, or unswerving steps, I smiled, I smiled, "life is so charming, it actually attracts me to compete with the teenagers of the past." I shed tears. I can sigh that life is short. "I need to get old before I die." Yesterday's youthful dream, youthful madness, has turned into the wings of a butterfly, "tears of rebirth fall on the edge of a blue spring."
Hold yesterday's fragrant tea lightly, savor today's "lingering fragrance", twist up a sweet and fragrant assorted leaf, put it in your mouth and chew it gently. Oh! It turns out that the road of life is still so long, and yesterday's things have turned into faint dust at today's feet. Inadvertently, it becomes totally embarassed!
Time flies, the only constant is a distant phoenix heart.
Tasting the road I walked, I smiled. It turns out that my wild and immature dreams have always been with me.
After all, I have experienced excellent composition 4. Life is not always smooth, with ups and downs, joys and sorrows.
Time is like a song. In a blink of an eye, I have grown up and I can solve everything by myself. 13 On my birthday, I was lying on the grass, remembering my frustrated childhood.
Three years old is an unforgettable age for me. That year, other children were bathed in the love of their parents, and I was the only one left in the sea of suffering. That year, my father suddenly disappeared, and my mother went back to her mother-in-law's house, leaving me and my grandparents. I often cry in my dreams. I seem to know how to be wronged, and my flashing tears are full of longing for a better tomorrow. However, it never rains alone. I have hepatitis A again. Every day, in the cold winter, my grandparents carry me to the hospital. I'm fine. I never cry when the doctor gives me an infusion. But when I got better, I cried and said to my grandmother, "Everyone else has a father, but I don't. I miss him, I miss him ... "But grandma didn't give me the answer. Gradually, in the days to come, I became introverted and silent.
I didn't know that I should be full of hope for the future until I was 7 years old, because only in this way can I light the flame of success, so I began to study hard, but my grades were as slow as snails.
Now I think: Is that right? No, I won't bow to fate. I will fight against fate and work hard in setbacks. Although I am only a snail, I firmly believe that my small shell will also reflect the unique brilliance!
I often think that Beethoven won't get the reputation of a musician if he doesn't struggle in setbacks; If Zhang Haidi's sister sees that her physical disability is as deep as the sea, she can only live in tears forever. ...
Yes, how to see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, no one can succeed casually; Rainbow will only appear when you are fighting against the wind and rain, and shells will only grind into sparkling pearls when they are fighting against the waves. ...