There is a saying: "Children without umbrellas can only run hard in the wind and rain." This sentence inspired many losers in trouble. But under the impact of modern life, most people lose their direction and fighting spirit in comfort, so I want to say, "Isn't it more interesting to run hard in sunny days?" Keep running in the sun. "
Running in the wind and rain, we have gained the courage to advance and the determination to overcome difficulties. We adhere to the principle of "rather let the wind and rain blow", but as we all know, running in the sun will give us fanatical motivation and inspire us to be modest and prudent when we succeed. Deng Yaping has won numerous awards and honors at home and abroad. It can be said that the sky above her head is clear and blue, but she still keeps running. She went to Cambridge and Peking University to study hard and pursue persistently. Therefore, she is an excellent athlete and a respectable person who exudes personality charm.
Running in sunny weather will make you stronger and stronger, gain strong survival ability, and exercise a pair of wings that can struggle in heavy rain. The eagle and the chicken are a family, but the eagle finally gained the ability to fly to the sky through unremitting efforts, while the chicken can only comfortably cross the low wall. Imagine, if the eagle craves comfort and loses its fighting spirit and ideal to fight the blue sky, will there be a day when the eagle will stand among the chickens?
Throughout the ages, great scholars, scientists, musicians and writers have many bright roads to success, but they will not stop to enjoy themselves in the sun, because they know that stopping running will make them dull. Life is a running process. After the great achievement of "two bombs and one satellite", scholar Qian Xuesen is still committed to the development of China's space industry and does not covet the wealth and generous treatment of other countries. This is the dawn of hope for the present and future generations from the great scholars. There is also the late master of literature, Mr. Ji Xianlin, who made great contributions to the ancient cultural undertakings in China all his life. Teacher Ji didn't stop running hard because of the blue sky overhead.
Too comfortable and comfortable life has dampened our fighting spirit and blunted our viability. The increasingly fierce and cruel competition also shows us: open your arms, run in the sun, and practice a pair of more frustrated and brave wings, which is enough to resist the attack of storms!
Although the weather is fine, we should work hard; Although you have plenty of food and clothing, you should sow with all your strength; Even if you enjoy peace, you should strengthen your viability. Only in this way can the light of your life break through the darkness and bring infinite light!
Excellent composition materials for the senior high school entrance examination: the door is actually 700 words open.
The wheel of memory is spinning rapidly, looking for the past. Close your eyes, remember, the past is like smoke; Freeze, play, unforgettable.
Frustrated by the exam, I feel depressed. A Saturday. My mother said to go to Lingshan to worship Buddha and pray for Buddha to bless me to study every day. I didn't intend to go, but the thought of the exam made me feel uncomfortable. I also want to go to worship the Buddha, hoping that the Buddha can appear.
It is raining. After a long bumpy ride, I finally arrived at the station. The rain is thin and dense, just like my mood. My mother took my hand and was cheerful and resolute. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she was in a hurry to buy incense and ignored me. So I wandered around aimlessly. This should belong to a temple, a low house, simple and elegant. There is an endless stream of tourists in the temple. Looking around, there is a Buddha statue, smiling happily, and people keep touching its body, hoping to get blessings.
I lowered my head and kicked the water on the ground. My heart became more and more wronged, so I turned and ran into the lobby, kneeling on my knees, palms together, closing my eyes, praying and kowtowing three times. After the ceremony, I stood up and walked to the patio.
There is nothing to miss. I was walking all the time when I suddenly found a small door embedded in the wall not far away. The door is short and the red paint has begun to peel off. It's probably been a few years. The door bolt is rusty, but the door chain looks conspicuous, shiny and intertwined, and I wish I could plug the whole door. I pulled out my hands from my trouser pocket and tried to push them, but they stopped in mid-air. It is locked. I think so. Put your hands back in your pockets. Standing in front of the door, I stared at the door and was about to turn away when a nun appeared in front of me.
"Why not give it a try?" She asked with a smile.
"There is nothing to try." I walked with a straight face.
"Who said it must be locked?" So I turned and walked back, staring blankly at her, and she smiled and nodded, gesturing for me to start work. I slowly pulled out my hand and gave a rough facade a hard push. The door chain slides neatly. In addition, the light came in and there was a green vegetable field in front of us. "Crossing this threshold, the plain will be displayed." She patted me on the shoulder and walked away.
It turns out that the feeling of being suddenly enlightened is happy. When I received a ray of light in a dark corner, I found that the door was open and the sun was shining outside!
Excellent composition materials for senior high school entrance examination: 800 words aftertaste
The sun has gone, and as night falls, an ethereal moon hangs in the sky, pouring its brilliance to the earth. Crickets stopped singing and got lost in it, reminiscing about the past time.
Near midsummer, the weather becomes sultry. When the bell rings at the end of the last exam, it also indicates that our primary school life is coming to an end.
After dinner, I walked leisurely to the classroom. A bright moon hung high in the sky, and occasionally a cool breeze swept me, which made me refreshed. When we entered the classroom, almost all the students arrived. Eight fluorescent lamps lit up the classroom, just like during the day. This is the first time that it is so quiet, only the clock at the back of the classroom is ticking. I don't know how long it took before the head teacher came into the class. Everyone sat up straight and looked at her with dozens of pairs of eyes. She also looked at us without talking, as if it had been a century. She finally broke the peace. I didn't listen to a word. I just stared at her and vaguely heard her say, "After graduation, each of you gave me a gift." A gift? I suddenly figured it out and asked us for gifts right after graduation? Everyone involuntarily lowered their heads, sighed lightly and shook their heads again. Gifts are naturally not available.
Just as everyone shook their heads, a stool rang in the classroom. I saw a figure crossing the long and narrow aisle and standing in front of the class teacher to hug her. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. After a while, she smiled and said, "Xiaojie knows me best." Another sound of stool moving, another sound, another sound ... Just like an appointment, everyone stood up, automatically stood in a row, went to the podium and hugged her one by one. Her arms are so warm, and she who is strict with us on weekdays seems to be a different person at the moment.
The bell rang at the end of the evening study. In the moonlight, she stood by the plastic runway and watched us leave. I finally took a look at her. She hasn't changed at all, just like a year ago. She is not tall, and her cheeks are red because of the cold wind in winter. She is not beautiful, but she is very energetic. She seems to have changed again. Let's keep her feelings in mind. What remains unchanged is man, what has changed is heart, and it is the eternity of time.
The seasons change and time flies. When I grew up, I gradually realized that this was not a graduation gift from her. She taught us love and tolerance in silent language. My eyes seem to see the scene of that day again, a bright moon hanging high, the shadow dancing by the plastic runway, the girl who was silent when she left, the person who hugged me and the person who smiled in the moonlight. ...