Untitled excellent composition 1 It was snowing in the early morning, and with the faint light in front of the desk, I felt very depressed. There is no reason to be a little sad in my heart.
The memory in my mind is playing back quickly, as if looking for something, but I can't find it. I just can't stop remembering.
Just like going back to the past, bits and pieces of the past flooded in my mind and emerged in front of my eyes, as if it happened yesterday and seemed like a long time. This is a feeling of deja vu, and it's so strange that I can't imagine it.
I can't think much, my feelings are out of control, like a flood, tears have overflowed my eyes.
When you graduate, it is sad and a nightmare to say goodbye to each other.
If I can change those so-called can't. I will freeze the time and seal the beautiful and heartbreaking moment in the future. I will freeze the limited time into eternity and turn that short-lived beauty into eternity.
Friendship is like a flower, it blooms in an instant, but time will freeze it. Yes, three years have also witnessed our regretless friendship. In the past three years, our friendship has also achieved fruitful results. Friendship is like dusty wine. The longer the time, the purer the wine will be.
Friendship is a long poem without words and a silent song. When we come back, we will play a moving waltz in the deep and shallow footprints on the road.
There is no need to express sadness, although parting is just around the corner; There is no need to describe dispersion, after all, gathering is never far away.
Time is always too short, which makes me too attached. Time is always so long, time across my face, rainbow across your day. This gathering and this parting are all fate, and separation is always related to love. When he realized the smell here, he hurried by like water.
At this moment, outside the yard, this scene is full of sadness. When you leave, can you care about each other without words, just with tears?
Perhaps, my attachment to all of you is endless day and night.
At this moment, silence is better than sound.
Thank you for your friendship.
I will cherish it.
Let it last forever.
I don't know what a person is pursuing in his life. There are always so many troubles in the world that he must have the ability to solve them. As the saying goes, Bodhi has no trees, much ado about nothing!
As the days passed, I gradually realized the sophistication of the world from a teenager who was out of tune with the world. I always hear many modern people complain that it doesn't matter, there is no right, and there is great pressure to survive in this society. I don't know if everyone is influenced by it or what? It's always too tiring to compete for fame and profit. Buddhism says that letting go is happiness, but there are still so many people who work hard. After all, few people live beyond life, and many people can't get out of his original sin. I haven't been able to sleep recently, I've been flipping through books, and I didn't mean to see a short story.
One day, the little snail asked his mother why we were born with this heavy and hard shell. Mother snail said that because our bodies are not supported by bones, we need this shell to protect them. The little snail asked again, the caterpillar has no bones. Why doesn't she have to carry this heavy and hard shell? Mother snail replied: Because a caterpillar can become a butterfly, the sky will protect it. The snail asked again, earthworms can't become butterflies without bones. Why doesn't it have such a heavy shell? Mother snail said, because the earth will protect it. At this time, the little snail began to cry: we are too poor to protect us forever. Mother snail comforted the little snail and said, so we don't rely on the sky or the ground, we rely on ourselves. ...
Lu Xun said that there is actually no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. Many people changed it to the fact that there are roads on the ground. In fact, there are many people walking, so there is no road. It makes sense to think about it. No matter what the road is, people come out. Don't look at the snail step by step. Although slow, it is practical and true. Maybe the same is true of being a man. We can have no relationship and no rights, but the only thing that is indispensable is the enthusiasm for life and the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty!
Untitled excellent composition 3 people have seven emotions, each with his own likes and dislikes. However, when this kind of likes and dislikes is mixed with the understanding of truth, what impact will it have? Perhaps wintersweet hates the ravages and mowgli of winter wind, but it still exudes fragrance in the cold winter; Perhaps fish hate the rough and fierce waves, but they are still accompanied by them, which makes life true; Maybe the fallen leaves are attached to this world, but when the autumn wind blows, they resolutely fall, bid farewell to that beautiful world, and fulfill the grass buds that will sprout next year. ...
Don't judge by likes and dislikes, what kind of life realm this is! What a wise choice! When a person can judge things beyond the intimacy of feelings, then he must be a wise man! Childe Xiaobai was once shot with an arrow by Guan Zhong, and he hated it. However, when he realized Guan Zhong's talent and knowledge, he put aside his disgust and reused Guan Zhong, and finally became a generation overlord. Liu Bang didn't like Han Xin's outrageous remarks, but entrusted him with an important task, letting Han Xin and Enemy at the Gates conquer all directions, and finally eliminated the overlord of Chu and became the favored son of heaven.
Fang once murdered Li, but how can the people not hate letting bygones be bygones and reuse Fang as a minister? Therefore, there is a prosperous time of "the rule of chastity". Emotional intimacy will blind your eyes, make you unable to see the true face of things, hinder your understanding of truth, and become a stumbling block on your road to knowledge.
Don't judge by likes and dislikes. The king of Chu alienated Qu Yuan because he didn't listen to Zheng Xiu, and he wouldn't be annexed by Qin. Don't judge by likes and dislikes. Li doesn't spoil actors, but values them and doesn't talk about state affairs. Since he won't ruin himself because of one person's confusion, he will be laughed at by the whole world. Don't judge by likes and dislikes. Zhuge Liang did not listen to Ma Su's oath and did not lose his street pavilion. If you lose thousands of miles, you will die. Looking around, how many heroes and heroines have suffered from inner likes and dislikes, ancient and modern, at home and abroad? This is true in ancient times, today and maybe in the future.
The search for truth is independent, and the understanding of things cannot be mixed with feelings. "Learning is learning", Chen Jingrun's words may reveal this truth. Naturally, people are not saints, and we don't have to be demanding, but we also have to ask for it. Don't judge by likes and dislikes, maybe you will find that Setaria will also produce beautiful flowers.
Untitled excellent composition 4 Fold the slender willow leaves and throw the green to the earth; Pick the delicate flowers and keep the beauty in your heart. Dress yourself up with pure lilies, plug in the wings of dreams, skim the lake and make ripples in your heart.
Walking by the quiet river, I feel the gentle caress of the spring breeze, so gentle, just like a pair of gentle little hands stroking my cheek gently, so comfortable. The fragrance of happiness lingers in the sky, refreshing. Quietly bathed in warm sunshine, accept the baptism of the soul. It is expounded that the river in Ming Che dissolves the dribs and drabs of spring, which embodies the richness of spring. Lively and comfortable fish take a nap in the water, and the green grass on the soft mud casts charming images, hiding many little secrets.
The azaleas in the mountains are as red as fire, and the willow leaves in Miyun are as green as blue. The tip of the green grass is dotted with pearls, shining a little, so crystal clear, so small and exquisite that several beautiful butterflies fly from time to time, silently conveying their blessings and quietly waiting for their homes. Dancing with the breeze, I outline the brilliance of spring flowers in my heart and describe the elegance of the breeze.
The drizzle is mixed with the smell of earth, and a thick green is sprinkled with a magical brush to wash away the dust of the soul and clean up the unhappiness in the heart. Is it Xuan Nv's perfume for nine days? Or tears in Su E's eyes? I can't tell them apart. I only think that she is the embodiment of a lingering love affair and a pure fairy. Soft as fog and light as smoke, it comes quietly and goes quietly, leaving behind clear water, fresh air and the gorgeous rainbow that is pleasing to the eye.
Gently wake up the earth, overflowing with opportunities and vitality, passion and vitality. The voice of the ape echoed in the empty valley and in the deep mountain stream for a long time. Birds also echoed the sound, playing the joy of spring. The beating notes are floating in the dream, escaping from the fragrance of life and fluttering the romantic feelings of youth.
Love such vitality, love such prosperity, love such happiness. The blue sky is quiet and high, and the clouds are light and windy. Flowers are in full bloom on the vast land. How can you not like such a beautiful scenery?
I like it aimlessly and inexplicably. This land will always be in my heart. There is always an unspeakable feeling, vaguely, vaguely surging in my heart. So the name is untitled.
Untitled excellent composition 5 looks up like rain and feet like stones.
The rain rustled in the sky, and suddenly it rained several clumps. Occasionally, some heavy raindrops hit my arm, which was quite comfortable and slightly wet my hair. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. At this time, the freshest rain covered everything, but it was not noisy at all. At this time, the stone also shows its unique and rare quality.
Watching the stream is the most interesting thing. The sun is clear and the shadow shines on the stone. At the beginning of the oblique moon, the static shadow sinks to the wall and the water waves are quiet. That crescent pebble is my first collection. It has no bright colors, but it is very shiny. It doesn't have a perfect shape, but it has a soft touch like water. It is not as beautiful as those shiny pebbles, but it is covered with velvet moss. Within reach, its pit was taken out, and it was quickly smoothed out, stirring up a string of sand and being wrapped.
Stepping on all kinds of stones scared away many fish sticking to them. Although there are many moving stones, neither rivers nor fish want to lose them, so they cling to them tightly. Only the lonely strange stone will churn when it is trampled, but it is too big after all. But looking between these stones is a kind of enjoyment in itself, which is different from that in a magnificent museum.
There are not many streams between cities, but since there are clouds, rain has come, and wind and rain are everywhere. Although depressed, the air is fresh, there is also work, and there is no lack of worries. Going out to find stones can better relieve the pain.
Stones after rain are often found between wet soil or cracks in roadside buildings. Although small, it is also very thin, with stones. It's strange, but it's white and slightly damaged. It was muddy, yellow and mottled when it was first picked. Naturally, there is no water to fight, but it is also outstanding. It's uncut and natural. Hide it first and then wash it a little. The more magical, the more messy, the more milky, and the smoother it is when washed.
If it's a cliff, it's just a mountain in the north, with layers of red and white colors. If it's pork belly, it's delicious, and the dripping water is fresher and tender. It's hard to say without touching it.
The stone has been hidden for several years. At first, it was novel, and then I liked it. The land at home is scattered and there are strange stones everywhere, but I try my best to attract the opposition of my parents, so I try my best to be less perfect.
In fact, others only know my pleasure in the secluded stone. How can they know my pleasure? My pleasure is among all things in nature, hehe!
Untitled Excellent Composition 6 During the break, I walked silently, wandering alone on the campus path with a melancholy mood. At night, the bright moon is in the sky and there are faint clouds in the sky. Originally bright moonlight, carved by clouds, dimly fell to the ground. The moonlight on the ground seems to cast a faint white veil on everything in the world, and all this is so sad and gloomy in my eyes. Although I passed the exam, the result of failure still became an indelible cloud in my heart. With a melancholy mood, I lowered my head and walked slowly forward. Chrysanthemums on both sides of the path hang their heads listlessly in the bleak autumn wind, like children who have done something wrong. Unconsciously, I came to the pond. The fish, who had been playing on the surface of the pond, saw the arrival of my unexpected guest, turned and wagged his tail and hid in the depths of the water grass. My nose is not sour, which may be a courtesy for a loser! I walked into the small pavilion in the middle of the pond. Sit down and meditate: Why do I study with everyone and learn the same knowledge? How can the gap between me and others be so big? Am I stupid and not as smart as them? I recall my past study and life. Where is the gap? The scenes of study and life flashed in my mind like lanterns, and a breeze blew, and I couldn't help being suddenly enlightened. The original answer is here! What were my classmates doing when I was playing in the playground? What were my classmates doing when I was chewing slowly in the canteen? Study! I was relieved and didn't even pay attention to the process. How can we force a good result?
Winners' laurels are all woven with thorns! I stood up, my heart suddenly enlightened. Looking around, all the fish in the pond floated to the surface, and the naughty bubbles seemed to call me to hurry up. Focus on results, but pay more attention to process! Thinking of this, I hurried to the classroom. The breeze blows, and the clouds in the sky are lighter. The moonlight poured down and fell on the chrysanthemums hanging their heads on both sides of the road. At this moment, they are particularly delicate and fragrant.
The clouds in the sky are like white clothes. You must change like a pale dog.
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The theme of "change" is too big for anyone to write. The world has changed and is changing, from time and space to dust, from rain to flowers to mountains and rivers, everything in the world never lingers in a certain position; Rabbits are flying in the sky, things are changing, and it seems to be changing in this long and profound sense of time, which has become a routine.
My windowsill is green, which is in harmony with the blue sky. Several bluegrass plants are my cat's favorites. Since they were planted, the leaves have been irregularly staggered. I often look up one day and see that some bitten leaves have hooked a bud tip again, next to a curved melon with twisted vines. Because there is no pole for her to rely on, she seems a little overwhelmed. She looks very weak, often the light green on the top sticks out and the leaves below turn yellow. Every time I pick dead leaves, I can still feel their weakness, gather in the thorns on the leaves, and rub out rough textures.
I like to have a bird's eye view of the trees and grasslands in the distance on sunny or rainy days. The grass in Coming and Going is persistent, but it also changes repeatedly. The tree has always been there, but its interest has been burned by the annual rings in the passing time, and a new leaf and a fork have become graceful.
Ling and I were childhood playmates. When we were children, we lived very close. She has no opinion and follows me crazy every day. I took her out to buy snacks, took her away from home, and was scolded together after being caught by adults. I go to kindergarten with her every day. There is a natural and stupid expression on her baby fat face. She trusts and obeys me unconditionally and likes to imitate my actions, which bothers me for a long time. Now, we are busy with our lessons, so we seldom get together. Her face has faded from the baby fat and she is very tall. We sat on the balcony and talked, oh, no, about studying, ranking and grades, and then we wandered outside the window, wandering under the cover of sunshine, and finally had nothing to say.
I used to like drinking coffee, but now I like drinking tea. They are all bitter, but the former is mellow and the latter is light. I used to want to experience the mature world early, but now I just want to calm my heart in confusion.
I make a pot or a cup of tea in winter night and watch camellia oleifera. Stretching warmly in the mist, like the reverse flow of life, silent cycle, silent change.
Untitled Excellent Composition 8 Life never has a protagonist.
Life never has a protagonist. In the examination room, we are the protagonists; In the street, the police are the protagonists; In the hospital, the doctor is the protagonist. ......
In life, everyone is the protagonist. ...
Helen Keller
I was moved by Helen Keller's indomitable spirit. She lost the bright world and the sound world since she was a child, but she became a celebrity with the efforts of herself and her teacher. When difficulties came, she did not bow to them, but looked up and faced them calmly with a smile. She is the protagonist of life, the protagonist in Strong.
Do you remember Hawking, a scientist in a wheelchair, saying, "Although my legs can't move, my fingers can still talk"? I believe that no one will forget him! Yes, he taught us perseverance. Even if our legs and feet are inconvenient, we can still pick up that pen with our hands and draw a colorful world. He is the protagonist of life, the protagonist in Perseverance.
The word "early" is engraved on the table to remind us that Lu Xun, who always leaves early and returns late, is a master of literature and a master of caring for others. "Bow your head a thousand fingers, bow your head and be a willing ox." It is his character towards the people that makes him believe in the working class who loves reading. Although Alei didn't have enough money, he was very concerned about Alei. He sold a book of Mr. Cao in Alei for only one yuan, and his own book was free. He trusts us. He is the protagonist of life, and also the protagonist in "Concerned".
And can take the affairs of the world as their own responsibility. With this sentence, Zhao Pu's character will be there. Although he is jealous and mean to others. Isn't it for those people, too He loves reading with the spirit of ruling the world in half. It started as a foreign country. He is the protagonist of life and the protagonist in the "love book".
Everyone is the protagonist in life. How can the world be wonderful without you and me? Without you and me, how can the music be wonderful?
The protagonist in life needs us to play it ourselves. Believe that you will always be the protagonist in life-even if it is a trivial role.
Untitled excellent composition 9 "The old class invites you to the office." After receiving the order, I ran to the office nonstop, so that Feng Ruhao, who gave me the news, shouted and didn't hear anything.
Along the way, I felt uneasy. God, what's wrong with this teacher? I seem to be in trouble. Feng Ruhao is my best friend. Look at the expression on his face. I'm dying! Does the teacher know that I read novels in class? Or, did the teacher find copying homework? She seems to have seen it … Besides, the last time the teacher criticized me, I dropped something so loudly that the teacher would definitely "kill" me …
Thinking about it, I ran to the door of the teacher's office. I made a sharp turn. I was about to knock on the door, but I tripped over a shoelace that I didn't know when to open. With a clash, I knocked down the office door with my horse and man, then fell to the ground and strangled the teacher who was drinking water.
I got up and stood in front of the teacher at a loss. Looking at the unhappy teacher, I got up the courage and shouted desperately: "teacher, I was wrong." I will never copy my homework, read novels or throw things. You, please spare me! " "Well, what did you say?" The teacher looked at me with a question mark. "Give you a break, I didn't say to criticize you! It's wrong to throw things, just do it. " The sentence "Don't criticize me" makes me silly. "You didn't ask me to go to the office?" "no!" Damn it, it's all Feng Ruhao's fault. I was so angry that I turned to say goodbye to the teacher. The teacher seemed to suddenly realize: "What, you actually copied your homework and read novels. I don't know. You really know yourself, huh? " Watching the teacher get closer and closer to me, it's over, without being pressed. ...
Ah-
I screamed in the office.
When I came back from my teacher, I met Feng Ruhao head on. Seeing the expression of schadenfreude on his face, I sneered and shouted at him. Unexpectedly, I tripped over my shoelaces and was just seen by the teacher. "What's the matter?" "He's going to hit me!" The wicked complain first, hum!
As a result, I was punished again.
Damn Feng Ruhao!
Untitled excellent composition 10 Buddha said: bodhi has no trees, mirror is not Taiwan, and it has never existed. Where can I get dust? -inscription
I am excited to raise my pen, but I can't read quickly. Where can I find your trace?
Wandering in the hustle and bustle of three thousand miles, maybe I found you. Is that the residual snow wandering on the broken bridge after winter? Buried in the sand, but as sharp as that famous sword, is that you? Bright eyes are just carving a slightly curved smile. Is that you? You just shook your head, like a brief self-report-I'm simple, but I'm stuck in a long feeling.
I think you should be a nameless scene. Because there is no name, no space constraints, you will exist in every corner of our body. The gurgling stream is you, the chirping birds are you, the blooming flowers are you, and the flying bees are you. Distant mountains near water, ancient trees and waterfalls, blue sky and idle clouds seem to exist only to show that you turn around quietly and there is no blank in your sight.
I think you should be a silent history. Thousands of years have passed, and you may have been touched inadvertently. Maybe you are hidden in the ups and downs of the Chu-Han dispute, maybe you are swaying in the east wind of Chibi, maybe you are lurking under the narrow-minded pride of crazy dragons and snakes, maybe you are floating on the sea of regrets of sailing boats. As the years passed, the delicate hands condensed into bones, and the world was speechless. You get up silently with the bright moon, and the stars around you seem to have faded, but you only let Mingying turn into an eye and smile at the future.
I think you should be an untitled poem. Aside from the established tone of the epigraph, there is no self-metaphor, no expression, no leisure. There are only Songshan Mountain with deep lovesickness, and the moonlight caused by heroism climbs to the top of the small mountain. Just the sun, the moon and the stars in the eyes of an ambitious old horse, just the soldiers who are eager to eat and drink in Shan Lan. Chapters and sentences are ruthless, but the tracing of hands and fingers will eventually be involved in a magical field called heart. In a trance, you became water and I became a fish. I said you couldn't see my joys and sorrows, because I was in the water and my ear seemed to whisper: I know your tears are so clear, because you are in my heart.
Doing nothing sometimes has nothing, you always have it, always there. I hear distant poems and ballads, and I am so close because I have no title.