Distance topic composition 1 The sunset tears in the sky, and the dim sunshine sinks a little. I saw the sunshine disappear in my sight with your figure.
I think this is the last time, the last time I see you.
In the summer when grass grows and warblers fly, you and I meet. You, looking into the distance, a flock of birds quietly passed your field of vision. I clearly read the sadness in your eyes. You sit by the window. Me, sitting next to you. The sun shines on your side face, which is extremely transparent. You turned slightly and smiled. Without much language, sit side by side quietly until you reach the finish line.
This is the first time we met, and you and I remember it.
The moonlight stretches your figure and looks at you from a distance. Silent you quietly into the moonlight. You called me gently. We sat opposite each other, listening to each other's heartbeat. You said you were leaving. Where are you going? I said slowly. It's far away, so I won't come back. I said the ellipsis part. You didn't answer. Look up at the stars. The night sky is beautiful tonight. You must see the same night sky at both ends of the world. I nodded, suddenly realizing that you can't see, and added. Maybe. We sat opposite each other until dawn, until the morning sun broke through the horizon and rose slowly.
You left. You said, in fact, parting is not as sad and painful as imagined. Just for a moment. I can't see your knowledge at the moment.
Before I could add your words, you disappeared instantly.
The moment of parting is not painful, but it is sad after parting.
Separate forks in the road not only lead to life. Youth is over. It's not just that the heart is left behind carelessly and stabbed. Missing is fruitless and finally torrential.
Distance topic composition 2 "Daughter, let's go shopping together tomorrow." I was shocked. I had a problem with my mother this morning. Now I even take the initiative to ask if I want to go shopping. It's not like her usual style, but I still replied, "okay ... okay."
The next day we took the subway to our destination as promised. It was Sunday, not many people, but the subway was not spacious. Except for the sound of the train moving forward, there was almost no other noise in the carriage, and people bowed their heads and played with their mobile phones. In order to break this embarrassing atmosphere and narrow the distance, I took the initiative to talk to my mother standing by: "Wow, it's quite far from our home." Mom's mouth is stuck up. After a while, she finally managed to say, "Oh, yes." These words. Say that finish, I calmly looked out of the car, and soon fell silent. I had a bad taste inexplicably in my heart, but instead of continuing to talk, I chose silence like my mother. One step, a distance, but you can't get close.
Station after station, we just stood there, staring at ourselves reflected on the glass plate, each busy. Who would have thought that these two people are mother and daughter in this subway? Yesterday's memory slowly emerged: my mother thought I wouldn't review, so I immediately refuted her, and I did as she said, but she thought I couldn't reach her goal without working hard. I held back my temper, and in order not to quarrel, I chose to lock myself in the door. Her voice grew louder: she thought I was running away, but soon, her voice grew smaller and stopped. Is it because you feel cold? Is it because you hate your children? But this door is a distance.
After arriving at the station, this time my mother volunteered, "Here we are, get off." There is a warm current in my heart, which is very familiar and seems to have been felt a long time ago. Perhaps, this distance is getting closer and closer.
Distance topic composition 3 Be kind to youth If life is colorful, then youth must be the most beautiful touch; If life is dynamic and static, then youth must be the most energetic. Youth is so beautiful that some people will regret wasting time; Some people will regret wasting their youth. Then, in order to let our life have no regrets, please be kind to youth! The brilliance of youth is like the veil of the rising sun, the spirit of youth is like a lily on a cliff, and the enthusiasm of youth is like a red rose, emitting charming fragrance.
Ah! Youth is so colorful, please treat it well! Because we are young, we will not shrink back before the gap in life; Because of youth, on the verge of falling, we always have the power to struggle; Because of youth, there is always sunshine in our hearts on the bumpy road full of thorns. Because we are young, we will give ourselves another chance at the low point of failure.
Youth has given us incomparable wealth, please be kind to youth! If there is no youth, there will be no human footprints on Everest; If there is no youth, there will be no green figure stationed on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for many years; Without youth, the human team is like a blunt arrow. How dare you not imagine how boring the world would be without youth? Youth is precious. Please be kind to youth! Don't blame yourself for being frivolous, it is the brightest symbol of youth; Don't feel inferior for your shallowness, because after years of polishing, you will gain full wisdom and experience.
Ah! How beautiful youth is, please treat it well! Many people have complained that youth flies like water, and they didn't cherish the lost youth. Why didn't they treat it well? In order to make us have a full and meaningful youth, please treat it well! For the endless beauty of youth, for the regret that youth did not continue, please be kind to youth! !
Can the distance from topic composition 4 produce more beauty or further distance?
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The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you never remember me and even ask: Who are you?
"Brother Xuner" brought me back to my "hometown" in one sentence, and a summer night's leap soil and the glittering steel fork of watermelon field came back to my mind. At that time, the leap soil was so naive, catching birds in the snow and picking up shells by the sea ... This scene was vividly displayed in front of my eyes, but all this came to an abrupt end when Lu Xun went out to study, and when Lu Xun came back again.
It has become a sad "grandfather", a lively teenager has also become an old, frail, sallow and emaciated uncle, and his thoughts have changed from a child in the past to a disgusting feudal tradition, especially the part that makes water kowtow, while Lu Xun's thoughts have become "learning medicine can't save China people". Perhaps in Lu Xun's eyes, the leap soil is still the leap soil of that year, but the leap soil itself has set itself at the level of servants. Oh, even more ridiculous obstacles may appear.
Once upon a time, our naive playmates, who were "small" in childhood, were so close that they were all together after school, playing and laughing. But now, people who parted ways and went to technical schools envy our learned people, but they have become social slackers. When we are together as before, you will find that the gap is really getting bigger and bigger.
Looking back, when we think of all the good things in the past, we should keep them forever. Think of it as a beautiful movie, delete the bad ones, keep the best ones, and keep your distance forever.
Five hours before the topic composition, my mother often hit me. I don't like her at all. Then I experienced one thing and understood my mother.
I remember one morning, my mother and I had a quarrel over a trivial matter, so I ignored my mother. After a while, I am ready to go to school. I saw my mother watching TV. This is the weather forecast. I ignored her and was going to school. Suddenly my mother stopped me. She said, "It will rain today. Take an umbrella with you. " I looked out, sunny and sunny, with clear skies in Wan Li. I thought to myself, mom must be lying to me. So I didn't bring an umbrella and went to school with my schoolbag on my back.
When I got to school, I looked up at the sky. The sun is very strong and the wind is very cold. I confirmed that my mother was lying to me. At noon, a good friend of mine hit me and said, "Come after me!" " "So I was angry and went after him, but after a long time, I still didn't catch up with him. He runs too fast. Suddenly, the sky was overcast, with heavy rain and strong wind. I ran into the classroom at once.
It's still raining after school, and it seems to be getting bigger and bigger. I saw that some students brought their own umbrellas, and some students didn't bring umbrellas like me. But after a while, their families took them all away. I didn't think my mother would come, so I ran home. After running for a while, I saw my mother. My mother took an umbrella because the other umbrella was blown away by the wind on the way. But my mother insisted on giving me the umbrella, so I took it.
When I got home, nothing happened to me, but my mother caught a cold. I'm sad because I blamed her for everything.
From then on, I understood my mother.
Since childhood, many people have envied me for having a brother-science is great, I never fight, and everything makes me feel wonderful. But I know in my heart that we are not as beautiful as others think, and I deeply realize that his indulgence to me is only to treat a slapstick child. But I'm not. I can think independently. There is a layer of fog between me, which is close, but far away.
Once, I gave him homework, and my brother only gave me a few short lines. I was shocked! After a long and difficult hour, I racked my brains and couldn't figure out what he was writing. I feel a little anxious. There will be exams tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I didn't review anything, so I was anxious to shed a few tears. I was so angry that I called him, and my tone was a bit blunt: "What process did you write? It's amazing! The conditions of the third line are all wrong. How can we prove that they are congruent? " Brother seems very annoyed. "What do you mean? I teach you for free. What you just meant was: Fool, how can you even prove this condition wrong, right? " I feel anger rising in my stomach. They are growling and shouting. I don't despise his meaning. Why do you always misinterpret what I mean? Why are you angry with me? The gas in the balloon will explode one day. I'm human, too! "Bullshit! Why are you blaming me for your own problems? It's none of my business that you misinterpret others, take them out of context, and grieve for autumn and hurt spring? " Say, "pa" to throw the phone on the table.
Later I asked the teacher. In fact, there is nothing wrong with my brother's process, but there are too many jumps, which is difficult to understand. I understand him very well. He used to be inarticulate, had no friends and had a psychological shadow. But can you understand me a little? I am very busy and tired every day. It must be urgent to send you homework so late. Can you write it completely? I understand that you are in a bad mood. But I hope you can give me good help when I need it.
He and I are like a mathematical formula. I know him, but he does not understand me. He thinks we are close, but in fact, like a merry-go-round, we will never get close to each other.
If you ask if there is a distance between adults and children, I will tell you without hesitation: "That is too far, including the distance of height, the distance of appearance and, more importantly, the distance of thought." "
Nowadays, adults sometimes ignore the ideological differences between children and adults in their lives, impose their own ideas on children and ask them to do according to their own ideas, which has caused deep harm to children. I got this injury the other day.
A few days ago, I finished watching it early and it was already 7 o'clock. I hurried to the table and saw Zuzu holding a bowl of steamed eggs and kindly said to me, "I'm afraid you don't have enough porridge, so I made you a bowl of steamed eggs." "The color of the steamed egg is Huang Chengcheng, sprinkled with chopped green onion and sesame oil, and the taste is soft and makes people drool. Although steamed eggs are delicious in color and smell, so far, I don't like steamed eggs the most, so I tasted them two times and then ate two bowls of porridge. When I'm full, I just want to carry my schoolbag and go to school. At this moment, my grandfather came over and told me to eat my eggs before leaving. I had to barely take a few bites, but I found it hard to swallow and my expression was painful. Grandpa's face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, his eyes opened wide and he said loudly, "Eat quickly! Eat quickly! "I'm late," I said. "I really can't eat any more." Grandpa was furious and said, "if you don't finish eating today, I will wave you!" "Under the pressure of my grandfather, I cried while eating, and tears pattered out, which was very pitiful. My grandmother sees it in her eyes and hurts in her heart. I was livid, and I put up with it.
At night, I lay in bed thinking and thinking, but I couldn't sleep. I hate my grandfather very much. I don't understand the psychology of children. I am a tyrant. In your opinion, steamed eggs are fragrant and delicious, but I don't like steamed eggs by nature. In my opinion, this is obviously a rare excrement in Huang Chengcheng.
I don't know how the ideological distance between children and adults is so big. Adults should also stand in the children's point of view, think for me and listen to my opinion. We can't always ask children to do things that adults like and dislike. I think, tomorrow, I must exchange my thoughts with grandpa, let him know the child's psychology and shorten the distance between us.
The distance between people causes the gap between heart and heart. Perhaps, as long as a smile is lit, the film will melt immediately. Perhaps, as long as you open and polish two hearts, that strangeness will disappear immediately.
Those colorful days are gone forever and I can't remember them. But time is still like this, spreading every detail like running water, measuring yesterday, today and tomorrow. Let me explain the endless journey of Qianshan and distance in this silence, alone. There is no turning back, and the picture is far away from the memory of the soul. Letter hand picked a piece of sunshine but was taken away by the sudden cold wind, far away, disappointed? That's no reason.
Like a winding vine, it clings to the connotation of time, conquers the cold of distance in the frozen wasteland, and demonstrates to the winter that dominates the life and death of all things. Normal mind also dares to laugh at the simple distance, which actually blocks the wind and sand. Unable to look up, faith has been far away from once childish. The colorful sand at your fingertips will eventually slip away from your palm quietly, leaving an illusory atmosphere that flows and circulates in your palm. Sad? This is no excuse.
. The distant future has become a greeting card, which makes me feel out of reach, too far away. What explanation can distance give me? The sun has returned home, and the blue handkerchief of the mood hangs on the branches persistently, refusing to rest, for fear of further increasing the distance.
Meaningless distance, what can be separated? How long can the gap between heart and heart last?
Grab a touch of light and shadow, grab a handful of precipitated and filtered air and throw it into the air. All the distances fall like fallen leaves in late autumn.
In the name of sunshine, the distance is explained, but there is no suitable length for analogy. Sometimes, even face to face, the distance will be far away. Sometimes, even if they are 108 thousand miles apart, the distance will be very close. Life is often like this, and the distance between the soul is more difficult to grasp than the distance in real life. With a little carelessness, the distance suddenly drifted away. And smile can build a bridge between heart and heart, so that the distance is close at hand.
Distance builds the world, whether it is far or near depends on how you face it.
Distance, distance, distance ...
Starting from topic composition 9, I recently read such a book "Give a little is gain", which benefited a lot. It is good to have such a passage on the cover of the book:
As long as you are brave, generous and learn to give up more, you will find that what you once wanted but couldn't get may come unexpectedly. Only by understanding this, can you get the only way to get happiness: happiness is as simple as that.
Then I thought: How far am I from happiness? Can't I reach it?
When I was a child, I felt happy when I grew up. I can have a lot of pocket money, buy a lot of food and play and watch it as long as I want. When I grew up, when I was seventeen or eighteen, I felt that I was very happy when I was a child, and I could live so simply and carefree, but I wanted to grow up and feel the taste of marriage. I thought a lot and only came to a conclusion: cherishing the present is happiness.
We have too many things to calculate and discard. We should know what we should give up and what we should get. Only by giving up what you should give up can you get what you deserve. I think this is in direct proportion. If you are greedy and don't know what you want, you won't even get what belongs to you. Therefore, giving up is happiness.
There is a story about a pair of college students who fell in love with each other deeply and then fell out over a trivial matter. They lived far away and met by chance. It turned out that one day he went to see her, but she didn't open the door. The reason is that he only knocked nine times, and she didn't open the door until he knocked ten times. Women regret this, and this regret only comes from women's excessive persistence and redundant knocking at the door. In fact, there are many meaningless misses in life, sometimes because of stubborn persistence in things that should not be adhered to. Giving up does not mean losing, but getting what you want.
The distance of happiness is within reach, and it may be around you. When you see it, hold its hand and walk towards the future. Hope can be accompanied by happiness.
The rain outside the window is still raining, staining the moss on the steps and wetting the grass on the balcony; Gray, heavy, suffocating.
On the table are the recently taught handouts and quadratic functions; Depressed, it is the pen and draft book on the side; I am a person who faces alms with a blank face. Pen, the pen seems to be heavy; Painting is like a ghost symbol; When you solve a problem, your mind is empty. Did I go to school or not? Obviously, I've thought about it seriously. Why don't I have any ideas? I, like a machine that can't pump out power, can't move and will fall behind. In class, the examples explained by the teacher are mastered by others and the knowledge points are digested; And I, it takes a long time to fully understand. Like a string of beads, drop by drop. Others strut forward, I can only bow my head, bend over, and stare at their backs while picking up beads. And if I don't pick it up quickly, even their backs seem to disappear into my sight. I want to run, chase and surpass, but I can't help but start unloading before I work hard. This distance makes me often immersed in endless darkness, which stings my heart countless times. Once in front of TV, games and entertainment, I forgot everything, my promise, my situation, the distance behind me, just like an addict who saw drugs. In my study career, I only care about temporary happiness.
I have been annoyed, I have regretted it, and I am tired of deceiving myself and being afraid to face myself. I also cry for a person who failed in the big exam; I also understand that only hard work can succeed. But I have been retreating, retreating again and again, and retreating to the starting line, only to find out how ridiculous I am. Facing the third grade, facing the upcoming life choice, I will bite the bullet and run again, even if others have been away from me for a long time, I will try my best to catch up; When they are tired of running, they can have a rest. I can't. I have no way out. I must keep moving forward to shorten the distance with them.
It's still raining outside the window. I understand the topic on the handout-it's a formula: distance equals trying to buy time.
It is closer to the topic composition 1 1 where mountains meet flowing water; The sky meets the bird, and the distance is getting closer; Heart collision will also narrow the distance.
puppy
It's cloudy outside, the sky is dark and sultry, and tiny particles are floating in the air, which makes people feel disgusting. There were a few thunders in the sky, and occasionally a few bursts of wind blew, and everything was desolate.
I sat by the bed, hanging my head and giving a long sigh. The puppy came running, stopped suddenly, stared at me, his eyes were full of sympathy, his fluttering hair stopped suddenly, his pupils narrowed and shone. Its eyes reflect me, and my eyes reflect me. Its breathing slowed down and it fell feebly.
Four eyes are opposite, and the distance between hearts is closer.
flower
The sun rises from the horizon, the sun shines obliquely on the earth, the river is golden, the leaves are golden, and the grass stands upright.
I stand on the balcony, breathing fresh air, and feel particularly comfortable. There is a rose on the balcony, which is usually depressed, but at this time its petal texture is stiff, and the morning dew on it also reflects light. The flowers are inclined to me, and the petals are fresh and tender. The air is filled with the smell of flowers and grass. Flowers are reflected in my smile.
It spirit with me, happy together, there is no distance between us.
mother
At night, the moonlight falls from the sky, the stars are shining all over the sky, grasshoppers are singing and cicadas are singing everywhere.
I sat in a chair sadly, and my mother stood beside me, constantly comforting me, gently putting her hand on my back and stroking me. The temperature of her hands warms my heart, her fingers touch my hair, and her eyes wrap me and warm my heart.
Under the light, the light brings the distance between two hearts closer.
The distance between mind and heart is mountains and trees, sea and fish, sky and birds.
Distance topic composition 12 Life is like a March flower, and I will miss it all my life.
That year, summer flowers were blooming.
In the shade of the tree, the fingers are locked, the skirt is swaying in the sun, and there is a breath of summer. The pear blossoms in the alley cooled down in the hot sun, and the white figures clustered together. We gently picked the flowers and counted their fragrance. Young people say everything, but they are unwilling to put down their favorite dolls or desserts. We scrambled to tear the doll's lovely clothes and break the delicious dessert. Crying and cicada singing, tear drops, stopped in that summer.
There may be few companies that never leave, but it will be boring after a long time. Although her appearance filled a lot of boring time, it never entered my heart.
That year, autumn leaves were beautiful.
We are two blooming flowers, but we live far away. Maybe only when you lose your figure will you wear cherished wings. The laughter in our ears is less and the distance is far away, which makes us realize the preciousness of each other's existence. Walking under that tree when you have nothing to do, counting the fragrance of pear flowers alone, the tree is still that tree, the flower is still that flower, but the flower is gone and there is no figure under the tree.
Is the distance at the other end of the phone the distance from spring to summer? Or the distance from an instant to eternity? The gap between time and space, her voice and thoughts, is a little longer, just like the spring breeze blowing into my heart, crisp and warm. Sometimes, I love pure loneliness and don't want to be disturbed; Sometimes, I wish I were that pear flower, and there are always people around me.
I will miss you very much only if I haven't seen you for a long time and the distance is slightly opened. Just like falling into the deep sea, missing is choppy again and again. When we met that day, we returned to the familiar road, and the pear blossoms were still fragrant. I turned on the music, took off my earphone and gently put it in her left ear. My hair is blown by the wind, and the rolling lyrics hide my inner throb. Her eyes are reflected in mine. We told the old story over and over again, and in this way, we burst into tears.
The teacher said that growing up is a process of constantly saying goodbye to familiar people. On the way away, the beauty in the distance warms people's hearts again and again. That kind of beauty is in the ends of the earth, but my heart sticks to it.
How far is the topic composition 13 from failure to success? Is it a year, a day, or just one night? In fact, many successful people insist on it for a while longer than ordinary people. I have experienced similar things, which made me understand a lot.
That was in the third grade. On this day, my uncle bought "seed eggs" for my brother and me. The so-called "seed egg" is an egg that will germinate, grow leaves, blossom and seed, and is filled with nutrient soil. But if you want the seeds in the egg to grow into strong plants smoothly, you must first pass the "egg opening" barrier.
"Opening an egg" is not that simple. Let the nutrient soil in the egg fully absorb water, and then make a hole in the egg so that the plants can grow smoothly.
How hard it is to wait for eggs to absorb water! It's like dragging an elephant up a tree. I was anxious to start the time machine and fly to the morning of the fourth day. But after all, there is no such time machine in the world, and we can only wait hard. The anxiety in my heart is really hard to describe in words. Time old man! Please hurry ... Finally, I stayed for three days and two nights. Because I can't wait until this evening, I broke the egg. I regretted it when I couldn't wait to see it. And 1/4 of the soil is dry! I regret it. I hate it when I do it.
The consequences of seed eggs can be imagined. Because there is not enough nutrient soil filled with water, the roots of the eggs can't absorb water and nutrients, and finally the eggs die and end in failure.
And the careful and serious brother, although also very anxious, wants to break the eggs and let the plants grow out early. But my brother held on. The plants planted by my brother not only grow strong, but also bear the seeds of love. he is filled with a wild ecstatic happiness.
Ah! How important it is to persist! Sometimes, the distance to success is only one minute, one night, but it will also make those who will not persist miss success. No matter in study or life, we should stick to it and don't ignore this small distance of success.
Distance topic composition 14 likes Tagore's poems very much. He has a classic saying: the furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when you stand in front of me, you don't know that I love you! I also have a point of view that distance is the stomach.
Obviously, my point of view is not comprehensive.
The distance between a steamed bun and a steamed bun is 10cm, which means 10cm will not change.
For two hearts, the distance is different. The heart is the soul, and the soul does not exist in our time and space. You can go beyond these and connect two people who are separated by thousands of years.
Therefore, except for a few "homeless people without souls", the distance between people can be divided into two.
And which of these two distances is the "right master" varies from person to person. Some people like to hug girls who don't know themselves at all until dawn; And some people prefer to think of her under the distant moon.
Originally, I would be indifferent to others because of my distance, but after being separated from my relatives, brothers and close friends by thousands of miles. I feel that what I see sometimes becomes appearances.
Later, some former friends, at one fork after another, walked to the other end. I waved to stop them, only to find my throat choked. The road went farther and farther, and after I tried my best, I had to go back to my next fork in the road. I think we are far away. ...
Just when I was not afraid to move on at the expense of forgetting, I heard a cry in the distance. I feel you again, dear.
You and I are thousands of miles apart, I can still smell your breath; You and I live far apart, but I can still see your figure. When I slip, I still have your help; I still have your cane when I get lost.
What should we say about our distance? What I want to say is:
On the road of life, on the road of soul, it is enough to have you to accompany me to my old age, not lonely!
The distance from the topic composition 15 is so far away. I took a step and left my first footprint on my mind. The distance has also shortened with my footprint of buying shares. I looked back at the footprints all the way, and for a moment, I really wanted to go far. Look at the endless road, endless footprints. Suddenly, a magical force pulled me into an unknown world. I opened my eyes and looked at people thousands of times taller than me. I climbed a flowerpot with chrysanthemums in it. The honey-picking bee thought I was going to rob it of its honey, so she immediately pointed the spike at me. I picked up a piece and fanned it open.
I looked at a station, where stood a little boy, carrying a schoolbag, looking into the distance from time to time. Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on my head and blew up the flowers-it rained. I ran to the flower and stood under it to hide from the rain.
I looked at the little boy, and his face was full of worry and anxiety. He stood under the stop sign to take shelter from the rain and looked into the distance. After watching it for a long time, he showed disappointment. She put her schoolbag on her head and was about to cross the muddy puddle when a voice stopped him. He looked into the distance and a woman came up to him with an umbrella. He shouted happily, "Mom?" The woman also readily agreed.
That woman's trousers are covered with mud. The woman gave the umbrella to the little boy and took the boy's schoolbag. Two people happily walked through one mud pit after another with umbrellas and gradually disappeared from my sight.
I set foot on my heart again, and the footprints behind me urged me to move forward. Finally, I came to the end and saw the open door. I walked in, surrounded by infinite beauty.
The boy who didn't complain that his mother was late also walked into the door on his mind. The distance between heart and heart is only so far, as long as you keep going.