1 I got off the bullet train in Hangzhou, and it was very crowded. My father and grandmother and I are like boats in the waves, so small in the vast sea of people. After a long time, I finally stopped a taxi and was naturally ecstatic.
I never knew that my father had such good endurance, and he kept a straight face during such a long waiting time. I thought about it and got into the car. After closing the door, my father reported the address: Fengle Bridge North. The driver stared blankly, then sighed, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car slowly hit the road.
The scenery outside the window quickly receded, and the driver was exhausted. He kept stepping on the accelerator and the speed increased again and again. Dad seemed to see something and asked. The driver replied grumpily. It turns out that the business trip is too short and the driver doesn't like it. So my father started the work of "psychological counseling" and advised: "People have good luck and bad luck, and no one knows where the next guest will go." The driver shook his head, obviously still unhappy, sighed again and said, "I usually earn at least forty dollars when I pick up passengers at the station." Fengle Bridge is so close to the north that it costs ten dollars at most ... "
The traffic stopped suddenly and there was a traffic jam. The driver scratched his hair in annoyance, stretched himself, picked up the water bottle and drank water. It seems that he didn't listen to what his father said. Dad seems to be very polite, and he keeps saying comforting words and polite words. Seeing the driver in such a bad mood, he said, "Maybe there will be a chance of transshipment." Maybe I will give you more money when I am happy. "
Finally, the car in front moved and the traffic line was restored. The driver lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The narrow carriage was filled with white smoke, and grandma began to cough. But when dad saw the driver like this, he kept drinking. He just opened the window to get some air. So, there is nothing to say all the way.
The destination is coming, and it is a red light at present. The driver didn't look well all the way. Seeing that the destination is coming, we are looking forward to getting off the bus quickly. Thinking of this, the traffic lights changed from red to green, and should have turned left. The driver hurriedly stopped the car and turned to his father and said, "Turning left will cause traffic jams. It's almost there anyway. You should get off here! " "This ...? "About 200 meters from the destination! My father and I looked at each other, and my father opened the car door and acquiesced. I unloaded my luggage, and my father helped my grandmother, paid the money and got off the bus. The car ran away.
On the way, my father said to me, "I have figured it out." When the driver helps us to get home, I will give him more money and give him 50 yuan. " But he didn't see us off, so the driver was lucky, but he had a bad personality. "I listened to, deeply sorry for the driver. Looking back, the car was gone.
Walking on a quiet street, gently stepping on a cool stone road, quietly stroking houses with good memories, palm trees swaying gently in the refreshing sea breeze ... Gulangyu is a moving picture!
Impression-North Korea
In the morning, the rising sun shines on the sea, and I am rippling in the waves in a small boat. Seagulls, riding a slight sea breeze, circled in the air, crossed the blue sea, flapped their white wings, passed before my eyes and landed on the boats of several early fishermen, as if enjoying the freedom of this vast sky. Looking around, the sea blue here is like a gem, blue like jade, deep and shallow. In the early morning, a ray of Phnom Penh is embedded in the beautiful Gulangyu Island, and a blue ribbon lies around it.
On the island, hundreds of small houses are particularly beautiful among the lush flowers and plants, and a seemingly endless alley runs through the island. Walking in the street, I seem to hear melodious piano music coming from all directions with the fresh morning breeze, which is very pleasant to the ear with the accompaniment of the waves.
The sun is rising higher and higher! There are more and more pedestrians on the street: the owner of a roadside shop is preparing for a day's business; Children carrying schoolbags hurried to school by boat; A couple walked hand in hand slowly outside the fence covered with green vines; The door of the villa is open, and people in the yard look at every passing tourist with warm smiles.
Yes! The morning in Gulangyu is a moving picture!
Impression-dusk
At dusk, the sun gradually fell below sea level. Standing on the sunshine rock, in the distance, the setting sun stained the sea with a layer of gold, and the setting sun on the horizon slowly sank into the sea like a round gem of Huang Chengcheng. The homing seagulls swept by at the speed of the wind and flew in the direction of sunset. The sea is getting darker and darker, but the sunset glow in the air is light and thick, from crimson and orange to rosy and rouge purple. Under the beautiful sunset glow, the already dim sea surface once again glows with charming colors.
At this time, the tourists on the island have gradually dispersed and the shops are closed. People are bathed in the afterglow of the sunset and are rushing home. Melodious piano music is coming again, drifting across the ethereal sea, as if to bid farewell to the sunset. The white villa on the island presents a beautiful reddish color in the sunset. The morning glory on the fence blooms in the birdsong, shakes on the wall and hugs the villa.
There are few pedestrians in the street, and occasionally an old couple will sit quietly on the bench. The old people stared at the distance with smiles, and the sunset dragged their shadows for a long time.
Yes! Gulangyu dusk is a moving picture!
Walking on the quiet street, gently stepping on the cool stone road, quietly waving goodbye to this beautiful island, Gulangyu Island has become my eternal memory in the morning and evening.
In June, in order to get into the high school we want, we did not hesitate to put everything down and bury it in the sea of questions. At that time, every corner of the campus was filled with the smell of fighting. If we are burdened with thousands of burdens, we pin everything we can think on those seven papers. This time, they are scattered in every corner of the earth, expecting the admission notice from afar to arrive as scheduled, holding it tightly in their hands and starting to fantasize about high school. ...
In September, everything is a new beginning. We stood at the same starting line and began to do warm-up exercises excitedly before the game. I dragged my suitcase and came to a high school with an excited heart. Everything is so beautiful, because you will meet many classmates who are as energetic as you. Even if you smell every breath of air on campus, you will feel the breath of youth.
From the class roster, I finally saw my name among many strange names. On September 1 day, wearing a clean school uniform and carrying a slightly heavy schoolbag on my shoulder, I unconsciously stepped into my class, and everything was so strange. Just like three years ago, introduce yourself again and meet another group of people.
The electric fan hung tirelessly on the top of the head, the test paper smelled of ink, the umbrella under the buttonwood tree, the canvas shoes on the pond, and the school uniform hanging on the head. In this way, I entered high school and repeated the life of 3. 1 every day. Someone said, "High school is a bloody battlefield, and you never know how powerful you are. Facing the surging test papers and textbooks. We must be tireless and brave. "
I remember a friend asked me yesterday, "What does high school do?" University admission notice? Or do you know many people? Actually, I'm confused, too. Just a stay on the playground, time didn't turn back. Many things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten by us in the days when we never forget them. Even for an admission notice, or to meet more people, at least I can prove that my youth, like yours, is really not in vain.
In any case, hard work is the best reward for the next three years. I believe that one day you will emerge from the cocoon and grow more beautiful than people expected. But this process will be very painful and hard. Sometimes I feel discouraged. Facing the turbulent reality, I feel very small and powerless, but it is also a part of life. Do what you can now, and then everything will be fine. We will all grow up alone, don't be afraid.
Time flies. Let's stand here and move forward together!
We must really spend these three years, and these three years can't stop falling through our fingers like rain. Know how you will live. If possible, I hope to receive two postcards.
One is the old me: it says, "I don't regret it."
One is the future me: it says "Don't be afraid."
Sometimes, I have to sigh that year after year is really as short as lightning Shi Huo. When I proudly tell others that I am a high school student, I still believe in my heart that I am still the immature and lively little girl who just entered middle school three years ago.
The new campus is proud and gorgeous in the scorching sun, with towering teaching buildings, resplendent glazed tiles and a posture above 10,000 people. The phrase "the world belongs to you" at the school gate makes people feel uneasy, just like the phrase "I am proud of the school today, and the school will be proud of me tomorrow" in Peking University Library, which makes people feel cold.
I don't believe that all the luxury will belong to me when all the distant things in the picture are clearly in front of me. I have a feeling since I was a child that luxury and beauty are always empty fantasies and sweet persistence, and plain life is a calm choice to face with all sober consciousness. Therefore, when dreams really shine into reality, people are always more confused than happy.
Going deep into the campus, I realized that in this school, unrestrained luxury is the external character, and tranquility and simplicity are the internal soul. This made me feel a little relieved.
On the vagina of Huajianlin, there are also freshmen in twos and threes, who are slightly shy because they are unfamiliar; In the clean and tidy corridor, there are also passionate and simple quotations; In the interactive column of the classroom, there are also sincere encouragement and natural voices from teachers and students; On the wooden bench in the playground, there are also girls sitting quietly reading books, intoxicated in dreams ... all this makes me feel deja vu, warm and cordial. The campus where I am about to stop is not only full of rhetoric that "the world belongs to me", but also a quiet, elegant and warm campus. This is what I really care about behind the luxury buildings.
A new school, a new beginning, everyone's face, more or less there is a trace of longing, a trace of loss, a trace of excitement, a trace of confusion. But everyone chooses to smile, facing strangers, teachers, more arduous challenges and struggles, facing a brand-new life that has never been involved in the long road, and facing a colorful and unrepeatable page waiting to be written.
High school, my high school, slowly opened the curtain on such a splendid summer day. Like all my peers, I started a new journey with new dreams and new hopes. With this new arrival, with my good impression of high school, with my long high school life, I collected, sowed, ran and sang all the way.
Senior one impression composition 5 Go back in time and recall the impression of Tianjin.
The refreshing sea breeze swept the rows of buildings and brushed the land of Tianjin, and I experienced the beauty of nature; Smiling people stroll leisurely by the sea, enjoying the freedom; The small clay figurines in the ancient cultural street are vividly presented to the world, and I have realized the mystery of art … Tianjin's sea, people and history all exude a strong Tianjin atmosphere, which makes me intoxicated and relaxed!
On the coast of the Bohai Sea, waves break out one after another. Waves of sea breeze jump forward in the waves, mixed with the faint smell of sea water, bringing coolness to people on the beach. The golden beach was hit by soft waves, and several small shells appeared from time to time. Seagulls sometimes fly freely, sometimes skim the sea, and sometimes scream at the sky. But look at the sea, sparkling and boundless. At first glance, the sky and the sea are integrated, which seems to have the scene of "autumn water * * * long sky and one color". It expresses its treasure of life with a broad mind and its love for life with surging waves. It wants more creatures to grow freely and carefree in their arms!
Tianjin people seem to have pressed the slow button, so they are in no hurry. The city is kept clean and tidy by them, safe and quiet, and has great affinity. People here are doing what they like, either driving comfortably or riding bicycles leisurely. Their faces are full of well-off and happiness. "The green trees are next to the road, and the tall buildings are leaning outside." Haihe River passes through the city, and there are countless fish and shrimp under the calm river. Although it is no longer like "the sun sets and the scales sink", it is also like "swimming with fine stones and looking straight at it". Provoked those leisurely grandfathers and grandmothers, holding benches and fishing rods, with a bottle of white wine at their feet, humming songs, eating wine and watching the fish bite. What a paradise!
Tianjin has a history of more than 600 years. Compared with other ancient cities in China, the history may not be long. But in retrospect, Eight-Nation Alliance invaded Dagukou and acted recklessly in Tianjin. I also recall that on the eve of liberation, in the battle of Peiping and Tianjin, China's * * * production party successfully entered Tianjin and officially liberated Tianjin. Nowadays, high-rise buildings have mushroomed, and Tianjin has gradually become an international metropolis.
Northland, the sea breeze is mighty, and endless sighs are bitter history. In all kinds of first frost days, competition is free, and what is inexhaustible is a broad mind. In Jinmen Street, people come and go, and indifferent feelings are endless.
Impression of Tianjin, like a cup of unsweetened coffee, bitter and mellow, lingering on the tip of your tongue for a long time, hanging your taste buds, reluctant to put it down. ...
Stepping into the campus I have never stepped into, smelling the fragrance I have never smelled, meeting the face I have never met, and embarking on that new journey through the rain and dew in the last few days of August.
Look for him in the crowd.
Tidy up the bed, clothes, daily necessities, listen to your parents' instructions when you leave, look at three strange but kind roommates and look at the green pavilion outside the dormitory window. After the rain and dew, the sun shines gently, and everything is harmonious and beautiful. In the absence of real happiness, we followed the instructions of a strange teacher and started high school life. Listening to the teachers' gentle or melodious, calm or passionate voices on the podium, the students who met for the first time also talked about heaven and earth like old friends after class, and all the anxiety was just excitement.
When I mentioned that heavy book, the weight in my hand reminded me: Don't forget your active heart. The original intention of coming to high school and the goal of three years, this weight is something I must bear. In the words of the head teacher, I understand better: the bittersweet high school life began, and my confused life without reality became a reality.
Turn around suddenly
Happiness and sweat are intertwined, pen and ink are printed on white paper, and the passage of time is written. In countless sighs, the bell of the mid-term exam has rung. I sat in the examination room with a nervous mood, and my fingers trembled because of my inner agitation.
I suddenly remembered myself when I first entered the campus, how many sleepy afternoons there were, and my initial heart when I entered the school ... When I picked up the pen, I stopped shaking my fingers, and all the noise seemed to be discharged from the examination room. I read the question with firm eyes, and I no longer care about the quality of my grades, because I will never lie to myself after I work hard.
In the corner
The waltz of the sports meeting can be performed smoothly, which I still remember vividly. The scene of students struggling in the relay race is also vivid. So I ushered in my own project-800 meters running. I thought it was the senior high school entrance examination, so don't worry, but my heart beat faster when the game started an hour earlier. I started to fall behind. I tried my best to run at the end, watching other students around me running after me on the sideline, shouting for fuel.
I just want to run hard again, even if no one pays attention, even if no one cheers, at least, I will continue to struggle for my own sweat, take the cheers of others as my own, and paralyze my hands. In this way, I finished my game in a corner that no one noticed.
Trouble, pain, tears, laughter, excitement, joy ... everything has been written into the history of senior one, and everything has become the impression of senior one. My excitement, anxiety, nervousness and struggle have all become irreplaceable memories.
Senior one impression composition 7 sign up for xx training class to train mathematics and science. Dad made me study for five hours in a row. I didn't listen carefully either. I just tidied up my things in a hurry, put my schoolbag on my shoulder and went to school.
Hangzhou is actually not big, but the traffic jam is terrible. It took only a few minutes to arrive, and then I hurriedly pushed open the door of the classroom and shouted, "Report!" In the teacher's dissatisfied eyes, I realized that I was late. I quickly found a place to sit down, took out my textbook and began to listen.
That teacher is very famous in Hangzhou, but he has a strong accent in Hangzhou, which is much better than the math teacher in my school who can say "actually" as "on the basis of". The teacher has a strong accent and a loud voice, which is deafening. I don't understand. I chat with my deskmate. Although the classroom is air-conditioned, it is still very hot because of the large number of people. Soon I was sweating and very upset.
After an hour, I felt exhausted. At this time, I began to take science class, which is my favorite course, and the teacher is quite cute. But my mental state is not good, and I have to ask all kinds of questions and take a lot of notes, which makes my headache worse. I thought I could have a rest in class, but I didn't want to finish it in two hours. There was no rest at all. During these two hours, I have been very nervous and highly concentrated, because if I wander for a while, I will leave a lot of notes. I have a relapse, and the dizziness I haven't seen for a long time has resurfaced: insufficient blood supply to the cerebral vessels. After three hours of class and five minutes of rest, I was so tired that I almost fainted.
Next geometry class. As soon as the teacher came in, I couldn't help laughing, because the teacher was really obscene, with two moustaches, a pair of Mimi eyes, towering cheekbones and a rectangular face, which made people laugh. But in fact, this person has some violent tendencies and is used to playing the triangle, so hitting people is never vague. I was also beaten when I was confused. He patted me on the back, and my body was weak. Suddenly I felt my chest covered and almost stared.
I don't know when, I suddenly felt my eyes hurt, and I felt a dozen ants crawling on my eyes and walking in the meat. More and more ants, more and more. It seems that there is mercury in my eyes, and I just want to close my eyes and have a good sleep. I really can't, even if I rest. It can't be like this. See the ruler of the geometry teacher coming down again.
I am almost desperate, sighing that if the whole training course in Hangzhou is like this, how can I live? ! Just ask: The same is true of other training courses.
In a daze, dizzy Time flies, the numbers on the watch flash again and again, and the geometry class finally comes to an end. I washed my face in the toilet and finally gathered a little dissipated energy to face the next exam.
I am so dizzy that I can hardly take the exam. The words written are also soft, completely without my tough style. I can't hold the pen for several times, which is simply suffering. After the exam, after school, I walked out of the school gate, as if I were isolated from the world. It's getting dark, and this training alone makes me feel like I'm seriously ill and haggard a lot.
I got off at Pinghai intersection and went home with my parents laughing. Mother suddenly suggested going back by another way, and my father and I readily agreed. So I talked and laughed all the way.
Walking into an ancient street, surrounded by antique flower beds and flowers, the street is covered with uneven stones, and pedestrians walk or ride bicycles. It seems to be classic, except that cars that fly by from time to time spoil the atmosphere.
The most striking thing is the sculpture on the lawn. This sculpture, made of copper and plastic, was washed clean by the rain. But it still presents an old grayish yellow. The sculpture is not fine, not as smooth and bright as the plaster statue in the art classroom, but casual and simple. The irregular protrusions on the characters seem to be infused with copper juice, but without careful shaping, they seem to have another charm: the simple appearance seems to be mostly the folds of clothes, but it is more natural and decent.
There are portraits all the way, and the expressions of the characters are very vivid and interesting. Obviously, the author showed a realistic style. Through observation and access to information, I truly restored the form and action: the cunning of small vendors, the innocence of children, the kindness of old people ... I looked at them one by one.
I saw a teenager selling cigarettes, grinning and glaring. There is a box hanging on his chest, and the door of the box is open. There are many square things in it: cigarettes. The boy wore simple clothes and a small hat, and his thin face showed the unique cheerful mood of teenagers. I touched the cigarette and felt as if I had become a smoker, picking up cigarettes, while the smoker was still grinning. He is very active and never complains about the injustice of fate.
A few meters away, I saw another vendor stop selling his ducks. The vendor is a thin man with high cheekbones, round eyes, two thin lips and a duck in his hand. The duck stretches its head, flutters with one wing, and struggles with one wing. It is very energetic. There is a big duck cage next to the thin man. The exaggerated collocation of the thin man's five senses seems a bit of a profiteer.
Deep in the lawn, I found a little boy with pigtails. He jumped up excitedly and pointed to the person in front of him. The man was wearing strange clothes and a helmet in the shape of a room. His robe was straight and tied to his feet. The front of the house is opened and two puppets are performing. The background is a happy face. The child pulled the crutch of the adult, and grandpa smiled kindly. I don't know what this man does. When I see from the smile on the child's face, nothing can make him happier than this. ...
Let's look at it one by one. When I got home, I chatted with my cousin who had lived in Hangzhou for a long time. I don't know how many statues there are in the streets of Hangzhou. I haven't seen enough for a while. Ah, yes! This is really a city of art. With so many statues, the street is dressed up as an open-air exhibition hall. We walk, live and think in this huge exhibition hall. ...