Life can't stand pain. In the passage of time, we will lose our loved ones, lose ourselves and meet us slowly. Maybe yesterday was the best, but tomorrow will be better than yesterday. I still remember the old people who fought for the new China. If it was yesterday, yesterday, or decades ago, we would not be happy to meet yesterday, because yesterday in China was so tragic, but it was yesterday that made us what we are today. Billions of people who died fighting may be our past lives. In the battle and happiness, will you choose yesterday or today?
I failed in the exam yesterday. It doesn't matter. We'll come back tomorrow! Because yesterday is not forever, tomorrow is the future. Your grades are good tomorrow, and time can't stop. All this is yesterday again. Tomorrow will bring us many surprises and many disadvantages, but tomorrow will always become yesterday, so their identities are constantly changing. Leave yesterday! You can try to meet tomorrow, hoping it will bring you something better. In a blink of an eye, tomorrow became today. Are you looking forward to yesterday again?
Starting today, leave yesterday and look forward to tomorrow.
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2. Help me, will you? I hope this article is helpful to you.
I've been writing for a long time, and I've always done so. When we study, we have to face the exam, which is bound to be accompanied by composition.
Everyone can write. Elementary school junior high school is to write narrative and topic compositions, and high school is to write argumentative and material compositions.
I'm not sure how many people insist on writing their true thoughts with their own pens. I didn't do that before I entered high school.
But now, I am doing it. There is nothing wrong with the teacher teaching us to examine questions.
However, different people have different views on everything. Different people have different views on the same thing.
What's more, it is a piece of material? A material has only one center, which is obviously not good. Even if it has an established center, it is different in everyone's eyes.
What the teacher said must be true, but we didn't read it ourselves. It doesn't belong to us. Therefore, for a piece of material, I only write according to my own understanding.
After the teacher explains, he usually doesn't write anything, and even if he does, he has no mood. As for the composition, I think there is no "digression".
Everyone writes what he understands and does not deviate from his own ideas. How could he "digress"? We are not slaves of writers. We don't need to cater to his center to please him. But we are just students, and we should consider our future.
Therefore, in the composition of the examination room, I have to cater to the mind of the questioner and go against my subjective will, but I won't do this in the normal exam. I admit that sometimes my opinions are superficial, but no matter how superficial, they are all mine.
Nothing can change me except time. Sometimes being too persistent and not giving up your true self may bring disaster.
But it can make you more important: you can be a real "person" from beginning to end. However, in this modern society with abundant materials and fierce competition, what can we do except cater to it? I don't know if I will become an apple polisher in the future, but at least not now.
There is no denying that many times because of too much persistence, I suffered a loss. But I don't regret doing so.
"Never deceive yourself" is what I believe in now. But my truth is limited to test papers, exercise books and a diary with a lock.
I never show my diary to others. It contains attacks on teachers and the deepest secrets. In fact, we write too many things, and what people really see is only a small part of them.
A small part has nothing to do with us, but it is this small part that reflects the light of another big head. Why can't you write it honestly?
To be true to yourself, you don't have to write your own secrets. Even your own secrets are false to your feelings. Yes, things that have nothing to do with you have joined your feelings.
When writing, the inner surface should be true, but it is more important to engrave your thoughts and feelings into the words that appear with the strokes of the pen tip. If one day, the sky just hurts, can you still remember the old days? How romantic was the rain?
The inscription was very hurt, so I packed my bags, quit my job and got on a train with no destination. Poplar trees hurried by outside the window. Although the carriage was noisy and chaotic, my mood improved a little: I finally bid farewell to all the terrible things.
I grow up, don't nag me, I grow up, and my heart hurts inexplicably. Well ... it's a little painful ... and I gradually find that I prefer school to home. My attachment to home and my desire for an independent life have torn my heart. I don't want to be a child, it will make me very tired.
I'm not practical at all, but Xiaojie is a practical person. She doesn't want to go to the playground when it rains. She is afraid of getting sick. I'm scared, too. I would rather get sick than get wet in the rain. I'm soaked to the skin. At this time, I am not awake enough, not just awake. Maybe it's a feeling There are fewer and fewer people on the train. The conductor told me that the last stop was Tibet, but it would take four hours.
"Oh, thank you!" I still can't hide a little excitement when I'm calm. How does the saxophone play every day? Hold on! It's been a few days, * * * even sitting numb. Dreaming of the voice of Muji, all I heard was: "Has it rained recently? Don't give up your dreams and yourself at will. What song is it? I can't remember at the moment.
The simplest way is: it's best not to think about things you can't remember. I saw Tibet, the sky in Tibet, the clouds in Tibet, and the people in Tibet.
Tibetans' faces are healthy red, at least much healthier than people in cities. Why paint a healthy face with thick powder? -It's true ... Xiao Bayi is an ordinary 8-year-old Tibetan boy. He asked me why I came here, and for a moment, I was speechless. The sky blue here? The clouds here are beautiful? I wanted to go to the grassland, but the weather here is so beautiful.
I can't bear to watch it. Some people say that blue represents melancholy, and sky blue represents brightness and cheerfulness.
I like this transparency, this nature and freedom. After knowing the Xiaobai family, I learned to ride a horse. Although I am poor, I have my own world, and all my sorrows have passed. Unconsciously, after half a month, I packed my bags and prepared to leave. Many good people wished me a pleasant journey. Xiaobai and his sister cried and asked me if I could stay.
I choked up, but smiled and said, I won't cry, and you won't cry. Turn around and walk away without looking back.
Someone was crying behind me. I wanted to look back at the sky with a smile, but before I could cock my mouth, my tears came down. I didn't bring anything when I came, but I brought something when I left ... After I got home, my family asked me a lot of questions. I said I was just tired and wanted to sleep. The next day, my friend asked me what I had learned and whether I had missed the people there.
It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't think of anyone except the promise of watching the sky and the two people watching the clouds-my friend pointed at me and said how it became so cold! It's cloudy, and I think of Tibet again. It's just, until now, I don't know if this really happened, or is it just a dream of mine? When I grow up, I will be a cup of tea when I grow up. We need to taste it slowly and drink it carefully before we can taste its sweetness and drink it.
3. My name is Chen Yu. Who can help me write a composition kissed by the school grass? My name is Chen Yu. I'm sixteen years old. My colleague is a school grass. I have a great figure. His name is XX, and he is very kind to me, but later, I found out …
In class that day, XX suddenly put his hand on my chest and gently rubbed it. I was very comfortable and didn't speak. Then his hand slowly moved down, into my inside, and then put his finger in and poked it slowly. When I got off the bus in Crazy Love, I really held that hand. XX seems very happy. He suddenly sent it. He tried to kiss me, but he didn't stop until I disagreed.
After school in the evening, I walked alone on a lonely road. Suddenly XX came out, pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. I resisted, but my strength was too small. He started taking off my clothes, then took off his own and started shooting at me. I was so scared that I spilled water all over the floor.
Then, he took me to his home. His parents were on business trips, and he was the only one at home. He put me on the bed, and we spent the night in bed ... (It's sheer nonsense, so it's not good for both body and mind.)
4. How to write a good composition "Chapter of Life" It's winter and the sun is warm. The sun didn't shine on my desk.
There is a fish tank on my desk. There are two fish in it. I can't name the fish.
The two fish didn't say a word, quietly at the bottom of the tank, wagging their tails, without much effort.
Winter is not the season for love.
Naturally, it is not suitable for cheating. Winter is suitable for asking each other's temperature.
Milking golden milk at the cinema *
The whole street is full of discounted Christmas trees. Shopping.
A woman lost her child and searched loudly in the street.
Rouge buckle. A medium-length cotton-padded coat on the second floor of Kaitai
Former colleagues took a fancy to this button.
Shiny horns, the color is like rouge.
Through rouge, I saw her longing heart.
How elegant it is to wear it, and you can hold your head high in the street.
A magnificent city, a woman's heart.
A huge advertising wall cleaner is wiping the model's body.
More people pass by women.
Calm and casual.
5. Hello, my name is XXX. I made a mistake in my fourth grade composition. You can have a look at mine.
Hello everyone! My name is XXX. I am a book fan, sometimes I am too fascinated by reading, often making jokes, and sometimes I have an accident.
Do you really want to hear it? Don't worry, I'm talking! I remember that day, my sister came to my house to play. I'm reading, and my stomach hurts. I ran to the bathroom with a book. While I was reading, I went to the toilet. Just when I was in a good mood, my sister desperately called me outside the door: "Sister (brother) hurry up, I want to go to the toilet!" " I listened and said slowly, "I see, it will be ready soon." I hid in the book when I answered this question. Finally, I sat up straight and my legs were numb before I came out of the toilet. At this time, I saw my sister still standing outside, so I let her in, but she cried and said to me, "Sister (brother) I just couldn't help it, so I peed!"
This is nothing, there are more ridiculous! One night, I was eagerly reading a particularly good book, and my mother came up to me and said, "10, I can go to bed." I didn't look back, but casually replied "I know". After a while, my mother came back, still seeing that I didn't sleep, she grabbed the book and ordered me to sleep. She saw me under the quilt and left. I lay down and pretended to sleep for a while. I listened to my mother's movements. There is no sound! Haha, my mother must be asleep, so I crept up, tiptoed slowly to the door, looked around my head, closed the door, took out a piece of cloth to block the door, for fear that my mother would wake up and know that I was awake, so I covered the desk lamp with a cloth because the light in the room was too bright. In this way, I finished reading the book with relish. I don't know how long it took. Maybe the desk lamp was too hot, so I burned the cloth. I don't know yet. I didn't know that the cloth wrapped in the desk lamp was on fire until I smelled a strong burning smell. I immediately turned off the lights and put out the fire, but my mother still knew about the fire, and the ending was imaginable.
This is me, a little book fan who loves reading.