With the footsteps of the elderly, we gradually grow up and begin to move from childish to mature. Now, I am no longer a primary school student, and I begin to say goodbye to naivety and maturity.
When I was a child, my mother took me to the movies. I don't know why, people at the movies cried. I asked my mother what happened to those crying people and why they cried for no reason. My mother said, "Everyone was touched." I didn't know what it was, so I asked my mother. My mother said, "The people in the movies are very poor, and the people who cry are moved by the poor people in the movies." I looked at it.
When I was a child, I only loved watching cartoons and didn't watch those news programs at all. It can be said that "I don't listen to things outside the window." Now I often watch some news around me, from small counties to big provinces, the whole country and even the whole world. I also know about the Diaoyu Islands incident. Now my life is more colorful and full than before.
When I was a child, I was taller than a sunflower. When the sunflower first came out, I disdained to think: you can't compete with me. But sunflower has two bright green leaves, which seems to prove to me that the fun is yet to come! Just in the past month, I found that sunflowers are taller than me. I am still unconvinced. Finally, the sunflower grows taller than my father. Now, I understand that people can't compare with sunflowers, nor can they compare with any plants. Although this plant grows fast, it is harvested in autumn.
Now, I have grown up, from childish to mature. I know what I didn't know when I was a child, and I am experiencing what I didn't do when I was a child. I often think: let me say goodbye to naivety and move towards maturity! I will get rid of my childhood shortcomings and refresh my happy and fulfilling life. More importantly, I will set up an ideal to make my life more meaningful!
2. Middle school students' compositions are always naive. What should I do? 1: Write more. It's easier to express if you write more. The Chinese teacher in our class said: If you can spend 10 minutes a day writing Chinese casually, you will lose if you don't teach. So this is a fact! )
2. Read more essays and analyze other people's writing methods when you have time. Good sentences should be extracted. This really works, although many people know it, but not many people do it.
3. read your favorite novels, not necessarily masterpieces, just like them. Masterpieces are mainly noble in thought. If you want to improve your composition expression, you just need to read more novels. Many experts in my class read novels. I have summed up so many people, and the composition of people who like reading novels is definitely not bad! )
4. Reading more newspapers with novel themes is the best material for writing. After reading a newspaper, you should keep the main points of the news in your mind, instead of reading it casually, choosing what you like and then forgetting it.
3. The childish childhood of middle school students, what is childhood? Childhood is a dream floating in the clouds. Every night before I go to bed, I fantasize that I am a beautiful fairy. A white gauze skirt with a high bun and a big flower blue on her hand. Flying freely in the blue sky, falling with the wind, and falling into the dust. ...
Childhood, what is childhood? Childhood is a beautiful comic book. There are colored sizes 32, and there are black and white ones as big as matchboxes. My father bought me comic books from the day I was able to tear paper. Every time, he visits me at his foster mother's house. Before he entered the house, he saw my scraps of paper in the yard. He picked it up and said, "Oh, my baby daughter will tear paper and tear the Monkey King's head everywhere!" "
Childhood, what is childhood? Childhood is the smell of the sun on the clothes of "foster mother". When I was a child, my parents found me a nanny to work in the village. I call her "foster mother". My foster mother's family is very poor, and she takes care of me with a monthly nanny fee of tens of dollars, but my foster mother loves me very much. The "foster mother" loves cleanliness, and the washed blue-and-white blouse always smells like the sun. I like playing hide-and-seek with my foster mother. Whenever she finds me under the covers and carries me out, I jump into her arms. ...
Childhood, what is childhood? Childhood is also a cold, lonely, tearful new moon. In the moonlight, I chased my mother and shouted, "mom, mom, you take me with you." I don't want to be in someone else's house! " "But my mother only has her job in her heart. No matter how I call it, she doesn't look back. Until I distance myself from her, until I have no strength, until the moonlight pours down from the night sky like tears ... Will the moon cry? Yue Hui shared my tears, and my tears reflected Yue Hui. The tearful moon shines on my childhood. Tears in the moonlight, I secretly followed my mother, ran to her unit, saw her walking around the yard, and saw her giving a meeting to those cadres in party member. It turned out that it was all because they ignored me. From that moment on, I began to think my mother was so strange. ...
Therefore, childhood is also a lonely game, a helpless game I played alone. The theme of the game is always-tadpoles looking for their mothers. ...
4. Ask for a high school composition. I always forget my dreams at night, in the deep blue sky.
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Unconsciously, spring has left with a brisk pace. It's early summer, and Chongqing is getting hotter and hotter. It seems to be much more agitated, flashy and noisy.
I still look at the night sky sideways through the French window in a very childhood way. What I see is a bright night sky without stars, which may be a pity, but it may render the prosperity of Chongqing as a whole.
It will be quiet tonight, and my parents won't be here.
It will be noisy tonight, because outside the window.
I saw the moon. It was a waning moon. It stood in a pale and proud posture. The moonlight is not bright, but at least it is as clear as water. I suddenly remembered Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple, but I'm afraid people prefer "I wish people a long time and take Wan Li Road."
Early summer is a pure taste, and night is a deep prayer.
I always like the night, especially the quiet night. In early summer, I like the just moderate heat, just like parting, full of hope and vitality, fresh and yearning.
The night in early summer begins with shyness.
Chongqing is my hometown. In my eyes, it is getting more and more perfect. But I often can't see the stars. Those childhood dreams missed me at this elegant beginning of my youth. I don't know if I will remember my dreams, my childhood and my youth when I sit on the tail of youth.
It's getting louder and louder. Did you see it? The neon outside the window is bright, and countless tall buildings stand proudly. I don't know if I will remember the green grass outside my childhood window. It's concrete now, and it's even more lonely in the cold night.
But I know the ending, and I know this is a sign of urban progress, because nothing can remain the same. There are always people who say that things are different, so what about things?
We are walking through every season with a listening attitude, and we can no longer feel whether the wind blowing from our ears is happy or painful. Spring has passed, missed the beginning of a semester, missed the recovery of everything in spring. The fleeting time and beautiful footprints are my memories.
Now I can only wave goodbye, just like saying goodbye to my classmates when I graduate. I keep telling myself to always remember those strong faces that I will never see again, smile, and then I find that I can't do anything about it.
Everyone is just a passer-by in each other's life, just like the night in early summer is an episode of countless seasons and countless days. So learn to cherish it better.
Some people say that if you do one thing repeatedly every day, you will find that time passes quickly.
I think so, too. When I stand in the carriage of the light rail and see countless criss-crossing buildings and winding asphalt roads, I look at the faint smiling face of time, which is recorded in our lives and parasitic in our lives.
The night in early summer is beautiful, but the passage of time is real.
I used to love the world, but I didn't know how small I was until I saw The Divine Comedy. There is no absolute thing, no absolute time and no absolute love.
It's early summer night, quiet, like a sleeping child. Maybe the car horn is really the best lullaby.
Learn to face life with courage, learn to face life with pride, and learn to face time with tenacity.
Early summer night.
Please tell me what a wonderful evening it is.
Now all I can sing is the chapter on heaven:
I saw scattered pages of the whole universe.
Completely collected in the depths of light.
Kindness is bound into a complete book.
Physical and accidental things
And the relationship between them.
It seems to be integrated.
So what I said is just a simple picture.
5. Every time I think about it, I feel both funny and regretful. Because of this, I became the "protagonist" in family jokes!
Here's the story. One day after school, I put my house key in the small bag of my schoolbag as usual. At this time, I found a hole in this small bag, so I simply tied a rope around my neck. Everything is fine! I skipped home, along the way, the key was thrown, accidentally thrown on my back. When I get home, I am used to touching the key around my neck. No, where did the key go? Yes! I thought it was in the steamed stuffed bun just now. I put down my schoolbag and started looking for it. The key seems to have evaporated in the world, but I can't find it. It's broken! I suddenly realized that I had lost my key! Because there is a hole in the schoolbag, I think it should have fallen on the road or been put on the school desk. Go and find it. If you are lucky, you should be able to find it. Without thinking much, I began to run to school. On the way, I looked almost everywhere where I could find the key, but I couldn't find it. So, with a glimmer of hope, I came to school and searched all the corridors and classrooms that passed by, but there was not even a shadow of a key. I have to go home disappointed. As I walked, I thought: If I go back to see my father, I will definitely get a scolding. Thinking, thinking, unconsciously returned to the door, and even bumped into someone. Looking up, it was Dad. "Dad." I let out a cry instinctively, and I looked a little flustered because of my guilt. "What's the matter? It looks like a lost soul. " "No, nothing." I'm still a little nervous, and I seem to stutter when I answer my father. "Ha ha, nothing is good, just saw your bag and the red scarf on the door, I thought you were hijacked! Why, where did you go to play again? "
I feel more nervous and sweaty. Suddenly I felt something tickling on my back, so I reached out and scratched.
"Hey, what's up?" Let me have a look at that "thing", huh! Isn't this the key I've been looking for? It's funny to think about it. Just now, I was tired and scared for this key and ran to my back.
"ah! Boy, why don't you do your homework? " Dad asked me when he saw my strange expression.
Tell dad what just happened. Anyway, I found the key, so don't worry about being beaten. Thinking of this, I told my father what had just happened.
Dad was not angry, just smiled and said, "I want to reward you!" " ""what! Did I hear you right? What is the reward? "I am flattered to think that my father will reward me.
"Wait you will know. You wait and see! " Dad said with a mysterious expression.
At dinner, my father told my story to the whole family and made everyone laugh. Grandpa said I couldn't find a donkey when riding a donkey, and grandma said I was too careless to play.
My mother even criticized me, told me that it was the result of carelessness, warned me that I must get rid of this problem in the future, and asked me if I had confidence.
So this is what my father said. Although I made everyone laugh a little embarrassed, I understood that everyone said I was doing it for myself, so I nodded confidently.