1 The prelude to a poem, an excellent composition of time, began in that year.
The beautiful summer vacation flies by. In the crisp autumn of September, young students took their mother's hand and stepped into this strange campus. Everything has just begun. We are busy learning knowledge, making friends, getting used to ringing, remembering the location of the classroom ... and getting familiar with the campus that will accompany us for six years.
How fresh the huge campus is for freshmen! Every day, it's like getting to know this place again Petite figure shuttled through the corridor, eager to know him better. I wrote a poem at the beginning of each day, pieced it together with childish words and hid it in a box in the left atrium.
The old banyan tree next to the flag-raising platform always watches us raise the flag. He has seen all the children playing on the playground and refusing to salute seriously; I have also met every principal who stood on the flag-raising platform and talked about Kan Kan, and refused to put down the microphone. Occasionally, some accidents happen on the playground. He knows all about it. Which senior robbed our stadium, which child threw the blue ball out of the fence, which curious classmate picked a small leaf to play with, which naughty child ran to tease the bees in the flowers ... The old banyan waved his arms and shook his body, chatting with me with a big smile and laughing from time to time. Gentle and elegant wind also accompanied me in the afternoon campus, sitting on the flag-raising platform, and recorded the second, third and fourth chapters after the overture with plain words.
With time and space, we can get to know the new floors layer by layer, taking the grade as the unit, and slowly. When the students' rhythm is getting faster and faster, and gradually enter the climax, our floors are getting higher and higher, so we must learn to overlook the campus from another angle. The wind passes through every classroom and every corridor, bringing back new news for me. I know several olive trees with small leaves. Every winter, my leaves will start to jump down from the tree in a hurry, leaving branches cruelly and spending the winter alone. When the winter wind comes back, it also brings back new green friends for the bare branches. I am delighted with these lobular elemenes and write down the story of the years with delicate words.
At this time, the light has come to an end, and I want to write the last sixth article. I especially wove a poem with sentimental words. Write down your disappointment and gratitude for the campus. The sound of reading in the classroom has become particularly precious, and the bell is no longer so dull. We should learn to separate from him.
The end of the poem ends in this year.
In my left atrium, there is a collection of poems, and I gave it a name-six chapters of time.
In my favorite novel Harry Potter, there is a scene in which Hermione holds a delicate hourglass in her hand and turns it between her fingers three times. The golden light flashed, and she and Harry went back to three hours ago.
Whenever I read this passage, I always feel infinite hope: if only I could have this ability! In that case, I can switch freely between the past, the present and the future, and I can complete many unfinished ideas without time constraints. ...
If I can, I want to go back in time. When reading historical stories, I opened the glass shell in my hand and suddenly returned to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period when three religions and nine streams were in full swing, listening to the purest Confucianism and pondering the essence of Laozi and Zhuangzi's learning. Fish in troubled waters for most of the weekend, and when I watched a lot of unfinished homework secretly complaining on Sunday night, I recited a spell and went back to the good time on Saturday morning to urge myself to finish the task as soon as possible, with an inch of time and an inch of money.
Sometimes when I look at the sunset, what comes to my mind is the voice and smile of my dead relatives. If I could go back in time, I would like to go back to when they were still there, and spend more time with them talking about the recent situation and taking a walk. Let's have dinner together again, do things I neglected, make up for my regret that I didn't accompany them well, and tell each of them: I love you so much!
If I can, I want to go to the future and see what great benefits this era of rapid technological development has brought. Sitting on Doraemon's time machine, I may satisfy my curiosity and see if Nobita's home has really been transformed into a public toilet. After all, the future places too much hope and doubt on people today. Maybe I'll see the ubiquitous electronic glass screens and driverless environmentally-friendly cars in the house. However, it is also possible that forests are almost cut down, rare animals that a country is proud of are extinct, or a paradise on earth with beautiful mountains and rivers has already become an important industrial place, and air pollution is serious. Seeing all this, I told people today to pay attention to environmental protection and stop logging and pollution.
In fact, the past and the future depend on our present. Whether people in the past are immortal or immortal, how science and technology will prosper in the future depends on our current behavior and consciousness. If I have this skill of controlling time, one day, I will give it up and become a person who can really "master" time.
I used to be carefree, but now my wings are bound by reality, and I have no unscrupulous thoughts as a child. Now I want to work hard for my future, and the bright smile is gradually away from my mouth. The only thing I can do is to close my eyes gently in the afternoon sun and piece together the best time of my childhood.
Rich strawberry fragrance
Children in their hometown are always carefree. We will play with the rising dawn and go home with the gorgeous sunset. In a place in my hometown, there are slices of strawberries everywhere. In summer, we ran to our destination in droves, picked strawberries with dewdrops, put them in our mouths, and gently took a bite. The sweet and sour smell of pulp fills my taste buds and has a long aftertaste. When our bellies are round, we sit around and sing melodious children's songs with excitement. The valley echoed with our sweet laughter like strawberries.
The fish swam gently.
We stepped on the last ray of light in the evening, on the soft snow, wrapped in tight cotton-padded jackets and holding flashlights, and walked to the river in front of our house. I don't know the name of this river yet, but it is always clear and shallow. That's why I always call it shallow river. We crouched carefully on the shore. Shine a flashlight on the river. Under the thick ice, the small fish swam to the light and vaguely saw the light figure of the fish. When we see fish swimming in a thin place, we will pick up a stone and smash it on the ice. Fish popped out of the ice. Naturally, we gained a lot. Everyone went home happily with fish.
Clouds float leisurely.
When we have nothing to do on weekdays, we lie flat on the grass and stare at the sky in a daze. The sky is blue, and occasionally several continuous clouds float by. Suddenly I heard someone shout, look! That looks like a pair of wings. How nice! I looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, the clouds in the sky were beautiful and changeable. A problem suddenly occurred to me. I asked my companion around me, "Tianlan, if I leave here one day, will you miss me?"
"Of course! Of course! If you leave me and look up at the sky, you will see me. " Her bright smiling face reflected in my eyes, and I couldn't help laughing. I said happily, "Yes, yes, you are like the sky. You can see it when you look up. "
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Whenever such a scene flashes in my mind, I can always relax at once, and I can't help raising my mouth and shouting, "Childhood-the best time in my heart!" " "
I am a busy pupil. Ants try to store food and dare not slack off. I am too busy studying talents to be lazy. On weekdays, from Monday to Friday, my schedule is full! Full! Full! "The most anticipated time is the arrival of the daily dinner time.
Afraid of being late for school, I hurried to eat breakfast. Sometimes, I will grab two pieces of toast and eat it while walking, which will solve a meal. When you have a nutritious lunch at school, you must fight for time to wash the tableware, swallow the dates, and stop before you are full; Only when it's time for dinner can you relax. You don't have to race against time. While enjoying the delicious food, you can also enjoy the delicious taste of some fruits after dinner, so that your body and mind can get the best moisture.
Because I don't have enough to eat at noon, I am always hungry when I go to class in the afternoon. I watched my watch go slower than the tortoise, and my anxious heart ran faster than the white rabbit. I can't wait to discuss with time master to make dinner time come early. "When! When! When! " When the school bell rang, the spell of hunger was finally broken. The heavy backpack can't stop my thirst for good food. Look! I seem to have a high-speed motor on my feet and ran home in one breath. I smelled the delicious food as soon as I entered the door, and I haven't said hello to my mother yet. "Gollum, Gollum," my stomach cried even louder. "Ji-woo is ready, you can eat later." Mother's voice came from the kitchen.
In a short time, the table was filled with delicious dishes, such as green spinach, cabbage, delicious fried beef, nutritious dried fish and seaweed tofu soup, which made people salivate. My father ate bowl after bowl, and my brother ate two bowls. I ate three bowls at a time, and my mother said with a smile, we are all big eaters!
When eating, my father told me everything, and I couldn't talk when eating. On the one hand, I should pay attention to hygiene and table manners. On the other hand, if I eat wholeheartedly, I can taste delicious food carefully. I can't wolf it down. There was silence on our dining table, only the sound of chewing food. Click! "The voice. But when my mother served fruit after dinner, everyone became sparrows, chattering about interesting things that happened during the day. Whether it's joy, anger, sadness or joy, everyone wants to participate in it, which is very harmonious.
For me, dinner time is the most important and beautiful time of the day. I don't have to rush, and I don't have to endure hunger. I ate the nutrition of the food, felt the feeling of affection and happiness, and more importantly, I can really relax and enjoy my mother's love at this moment.
The laughter of the second day of junior high school is still in my ears, and the scenes of the past pass by like running water, as clear as yesterday. Let me tell you two little things for you to enjoy.
A "powerful" person
"Don't understand the class, just mix it. It doesn't matter, as long as it can be covered. I am a poor student and I am laughed at. Teachers call it rotten wood, and students call it low energy. " In my life in Grade Two, I can't help hearing some people say that they are worried about adding new words. Really can meet the "test, the teacher's magic weapon; Points are the lifeblood of classmates. " No matter how many words, I'm afraid I can't escape the bad luck of desperately reviewing. But some students, no, it should be said that they are capable people, always take time off from work, risking the terrible consequences of the head teacher's rage, and posting new "dream orders" with feelings on the blackboard in the back wall of the classroom to vent their anger when no one is around. The lyrics are as follows:
There are too many questions today, and I am in a hurry.
Although there is an answer book, I accidentally copied the page elsewhere.
Speed up! Speed up!
My mind is a mess.
This article is excellent in the eyes of this gifted scholar, but in the eyes of our class teacher and math teacher, it is the worst article that can be notorious for thousands of years. Why do you ask? Alas, look at our head teacher's straight hair and intense eyes. But because we can't find who posted it, the class teacher has to vent his anger and the consequences can be imagined. The whole class was punished for doing more homework, and everyone's worship for this gentleman instantly turned into spitting, so this gentleman had to squat in the corner and cry silently.
The consequences of Hu Yun
It was another warm and sunny afternoon, and a breeze squeezed in from the door of the classroom and turned the pages playfully. A lark-like female voice came from a corner of the classroom. "Ink dust, ink dust, do you know the meaning of' from my hometown'?" "The girl asked doubtfully. Ink dust raised his head, with a smile on his face, and replied without thinking: "Of course, it's not simple. Isn't it once that the father of a countryman held the heart of a track? " Before the words were finished, the people next to him had sprayed him with water, coughing and laughing, and even the girls blushed with laughter. But the ink dust is still a face of unknown so, which makes people laugh.
Life in the second day of junior high school is a symphony of every middle school student and a movement of everyone's life. In this movement, I see that ups and downs are moving notes, and joys and sorrows are the melody of communication. Opening the door of memories, I saw happiness and sadness staged in turn on the stage of youth. However, even if you are happy, you can't stay in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, the third grade graduation is just around the corner. I just hope to remember this happy time forever.
Breathing the fresh air brought by the sea breeze, I feel cool for a while. The air is filled with salty sea water, and the waves beat against the coast. On the beach, many people are playing, some are playing with water, some are playing with sand, and some, like me, are staring at this beautiful picture composed of people and the sea. Everything is so comfortable. This beautiful and comfortable city is called Xiamen.
It is not as soft as a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, as majestic as the Loess Plateau, or as interesting as Beijing Hutong. She is her, a place different from any other city. The urban area is shaded by trees, and phoenix trees can be seen everywhere. From January to June, the trees turn red, as if there really is a noble phoenix resting at the treetops. At first, I didn't know the name of this tree, but I thought it was beautiful. Later, I learned that it was Indus, the city tree of Xiamen.
I am not a native of Xiamen. At the age of five, my father was transferred to Xiamen to work, and I set foot on this strange land. Strangely, I'm not afraid here, but I feel relaxed and comfortable. It was June and a plane tree stood in front of me. Bright red flowers bloom in the green leaves, but they don't look gaudy. On the contrary, there is an unspeakable special beauty. Such beautiful trees have deepened my feelings for Xiamen.
Coincidentally, there is also a phoenix tree downstairs. Among other equally proud trees, it looks more noble and moving, like an elegant white swan. When I have nothing to do, I like to walk under the tree and sit under it, as if I were having a spiritual conversation with it, and it seems to have become my bosom friend. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will be quiet under the tree, away from all the noise, and let my heart return to calm.
If the phoenix tree is a gift from this beautiful city, then Daolu is another gift from Xiamen.
This road is by the sea. The endless sea adorns this boulevard. Walking on the island road, there is a comfortable sea breeze blowing over your face, and the warm sunshine is sprinkled on your body, and your heart is empty. What a pleasant thing to enjoy all this. Sometimes my friends and I come here to ride bicycles. Such a beautiful thing is memorable for a long time.
There is an island named Gulangyu in the sea, which radiates charming lights at night, which is extremely beautiful and adds a lot of color to Xiamen in the night.
Xiamen brought me the most beautiful scenery and let me spend the most beautiful time in this beautiful city. No matter whether I will leave in the future, these memories are branded in my heart. I seem to remember the happiness and yearning when the five-year-old girl set foot on this land and looked up at the phoenix tree.
Sitting by the sea, I looked at all the beautiful things around me and smiled.
Time excellent composition 7 is either in track and field or on the way to track and field.
It was another sunny weekend morning, and I went to the old place with a backpack full of "material food" and "spiritual food". Wearing headphones, listening to dynamic music, walking around the venue with constant steps and facing the cool morning breeze, watching Chaoyang like a girl who has not left the boudoir, coming out from behind the red and white building bit by bit, half blushing like a ripe apple, and hiding half face behind the guitar from us.
Poof, I fell on the green facing the morning sun; "Pa", I open my arms, as if embracing hope from a distance; I couldn't help it, and with a click, I recorded this beauty.
Suddenly, my closed eyes were opened by a shadow. A smiling face and a swinging hand amused me and blurted out, "What a coincidence! Are you here for a run? " "Yes, I just finished running." Naturally, he sat directly next to me, still panting. I sat up and sat down again. I met this sunny guy in the English club at night. In my vague impression, he is a very reserved person and doesn't talk much. However, when we met today, after learning that he is from Guizhou and I am from Sichuan, we started the Hu Kan mode of our hometown dialect! When he came to Changsha by train, I was deeply shocked by the 19 hour bus ride. I was moved by myself that night. I don't know whether it's because I went abroad for the first time or because I yearned for the university. I didn't get carsick.
We sat on the football doorframe, he brushed Weibo and space with his mobile phone, and I held Liu Tong's "50 meters deep blue", which was as quiet as a tacit understanding. It's just that occasionally a sentence comes out of my voice when I turn pages-
"You have been here for so long, are you still used to life in Changsha?"
"Well, roommates are easy to get along with. Except for one thing. "
"A little what?" I looked at him with my head tilted.
"I don't like them throwing clothes around and making the bedroom a mess."
"Boys are like this!"
"I prefer cleanliness and neatness!" He defended seriously. I was amused by his serious expression, smiled and lowered my head to continue through those emotional words.
The world seems quiet again. I read books, and he reads mobile phones. There is no language communication, but I am not embarrassed.
The sun has become hot, finally closed the book in my hand, lifted my long-buried neck and twisted. I couldn't help glancing at it, but I saw a cup of milk tea lying quietly beside me. It turned out that the place where he sat only left the impression of the lawn. Picked up the cold milk tea, took a sip, and the corners of my mouth unconsciously lifted. Staring at milk tea, my heart becomes soft and warm.
Looking back on these three years, I have been depressed countless times and sweated countless times; Countless failures, countless redoubled efforts ... for that day, for that day, I paid a sweat, for that satisfactory answer sheet, I struggled and worked hard! Although the process is very difficult, I believe that there will be gains if you pay, so the result will be good! Salute, the time of struggle! You let me have a passionate youth!
In the morning, there was a loud reading sound outside the window, and the birds were singing. The combination of the two has become the most beautiful sound on campus. I remember that at that time, in order not to study and memorize words, I always lip-synched. After the teacher left, I secretly flipped through the books. When the teacher came, I covered the books with trembling. Imagine how ignorant you were! Because now you know that the teacher is giving you time to recite, or you will take time to recite after class and waste time and energy. So I used to spend time reciting after class. Sometimes when my back is tired, I will take a rest and continue. After that, I understood that if I have time for you, I must make use of it, because it will definitely have its use value.
The sound of sleeping at noon is the most exhausting breath on campus. Remembering that I couldn't sleep at that time, I secretly took out my homework from the drawer and wrote it. Hearing the teacher's subtle movements, everyone put away their homework and pretended to be asleep. Although the homework was finished quickly, I was sleepy in class in the afternoon and didn't listen to the teacher carefully. So I can only ask my classmates after class. Although it took more time, it gained a lot. Maybe I don't understand something yet, but I'll think it over. Even if you stay up late, you should understand that maybe this is the look and spirit of struggle!
In the evening, the figure of students returning is a beautiful landscape on campus. Tired, I have to do my homework when I get back. I remember thinking that homework was a task, so I didn't have to take it to heart or scribble. Now homework is a question of self-reflection and correction. It will test your day's study to see if you understand. So now that I have finished my homework, I will do some exercises aimed at my weak subjects, which will improve myself. Think about studying late into the night every night, sweating on the paper, and time passes by, so it's worth it.
So there is a certain reward for struggle, but it depends on whether you are willing or not. Salute, the time of struggle! Thank you for giving me the courage and confidence to face failure!
This morning was the hardest time I spent at school. I honestly sat in my seat and didn't dare to go anywhere. It's really embarrassing to have pictures of me suffering.
The school bell finally rang, and I breathed a long sigh of relief. Mixed with noisy crowds and traffic, my hands tightly cover the schoolbag behind me, and the strap of the schoolbag has reached its limit. Every step, I feel that someone is watching behind me, and my back is chilly.
When I got home, the door was unlocked and my parents were watching TV. I threw my schoolbag on the sofa and showed them half my ass. "Oh, how did you break a big hole in the back of your pants? Have you ever been seen by a female classmate? " They laughed.
I'm humiliated, and you're still smiling. I looked very wronged ... after the second class in the morning, I sat in my seat and said, "Why is it cold?" I was puzzled and touched it subconsciously. There is a hole in the back of my ass. This is a pair of blue stretch pants, which are of moderate length and just close at the waist. The fabric is soft, stain-resistant and comfortable. I especially like wearing them. Maybe it's been worn for too long, and the back is deserted, but I didn't find it. The most terrible thing now is to rush into WC, to raise your pants and pull down your coat. I dare not bend over or bow my head. Back to the classroom, "What should I do?" My heart is in a mess and my face feels a little hot.
There was a box of patch on the table, and my eyes lit up. I tore off a few strips and stuck them on my body at random. I was in a good mood for 3 seconds, and the correction post fell down unwillingly. I feel like I fell into the ice room, and my heart is cold and cold. "No, we have to find a way." I reached into my schoolbag and fumbled around, alas! Really found a good thing to solve the urgent need-double-sided tape. I found a piece of white paper, covered it with double-sided tape, stuffed the paper into my pants, found the broken place by feeling, and pasted it carefully. It was a little crooked, but it was not completely covered. Then I posted another one, and the hole was finally blocked. I have a tragic feeling that the goddess fills the sky. After all, it is paper. I was not at ease, so I posted another reinforcement.
"You can go to the teacher," dad said. "How can I get there? Can't I get up? " I said. "You can ask your classmates to talk to the teacher," mom said. "When the teacher calls, I will send you clothes." Why am I so stupid? Why didn't I think of asking others for help?
Excellent composition of time 10 time-a soft, poetic and somewhat mysterious word. She quietly accompanied us through the dull or sonorous years, silently interpreting every moment in our lives. We galloped on an irreversible journey and kept visiting. ...
If time can go back, I think, I want to go back to ancient times and see the elegance of literati; I want to travel through the dinosaur era and see the strong figure of dinosaurs; I also want to go back to the birth of the earth and watch this thrilling moment … but I prefer to go back to that Friday morning, the math class that I will never forget.
I remember that day, still immersed in the happy atmosphere of my birthday, I told my teacher a few difficult topics and didn't listen at all. Monday arrived, but my exercise book was empty. I was so anxious that I ran around like an ant on hot bricks that I finally had to bite the bullet and hand in my exercise book. Seeing my exercise book, the teacher suddenly broke out: "Did you ask for leave last Friday? Aren't you in the classroom? You can't do it, don't you know to ask the teacher? ..... "The teacher's" serial gun "makes me anxious, and I can even vaguely see the wisps of smoke rising from the teacher's head.
The teacher's reproach attracted the students' curious eyes. My face is as red as a tomato. My face is burning. I can't wait to find a gap to drill down. "Go, stand in the corner and reflect!" The teacher roared. I stood in the corner in dismay, and all my classmates gave me contemptuous glances. I dare not look up for fear that the teacher will see me. Everything the students say below, I feel that they are laughing at me. ...
I don't know how I survived this terrible and long forty minutes, but every time I think about it, I always repent again and again. From then on, I made up my mind that I must listen carefully in class. Although this is only a small matter, how I wish that time could go back and help me erase this disgraceful memory!
There are many possibilities in our future. Since time is gone forever, we can only cherish every moment we have spent, study hard, work hard and live well within our power. Walking happily with time, I can look back on the road at some time in the future and say with a smile that every step I have taken firmly is the ladder of my life progress. If I could go back in time, I might not do it better!
Time Excellent Composition 1 1 "Come back and see more when you are homesick and pursue the old times. I, Pufan, am always waiting for you. " I don't know when grandpa appeared behind me.
The light smoke and fog have not yet dispersed, and the fine rain threads are obliquely woven, wetting the air and drenching the heart.
I was restless, wandering in front of the card table, and the music that burned my eyes was completely in my memory. I suddenly remembered the happy time when I was a child, the time when I ran barefoot in the fields, and the time when the small fan shook ... "Go back to your hometown, son, your grandfather wants to hide things from you when you were a child." Mom's gentle voice makes my heart beat, yes! It's time to pursue the time when the small fan shakes gently!
Opening the scarlet door, grandpa greeted him: "I have arranged all your gadgets for you." It's good to remember being so big! "
Gently stroked one thing after another that was once regarded as a treasure, and suddenly, a fragrance of Typha came to the nose, which was a fan! My hands can't help shaking, and slowly fall into the whirlpool of memories. ...
When I was a child, I always snuggled up to my grandfather's arms, especially in summer nights, when all ages enjoyed the cool in the yard. "Grandpa is so hot, where is the fan?" So he took out the cattail leaf fan from behind like magic and gently fanned it to me. At that time, I loved nothing more than the smell of cattail. In the breeze, the fragrance always slips through my nose. I close my eyes and even the wind is mixed with some cattails! "Grandpa, the fan comes to the front, which is cooler." "Ok, I'll go and fan the front." I smiled contentedly, just met my grandfather's smiling eyes, and the whole yard was filled with our laughter.
Suddenly one day, I looked up, only to see the sweat on my grandfather's face clearly hanging on his face full of vicissitudes of life, which made people feel distressed. Grandpa used a cattail leaf fan to cool me down, but he only cared about himself. In the fragrance of cattail, warm current drips from my heart. Suddenly I feel that I have grown up, and I have gently understood the love of a small fan.
"Homesick, just come back to see a few eye, pursue the old days. I, Pufan, am always waiting for you. " Grandpa appeared behind me at some point.
Yes, I answered, with tears in my eyes, tears of memory.
Time, may you walk slowly, let me relive the old days with my grandfather, and also keep the time when the small fan shakes gently.