1 I have lived in this high school for two years. I am familiar with the flowers and plants here, the people here, and the stories that only belong to us.
When I first came to this school, I heard the story of teacher Zhang, the second-grade head teacher. Due to years of fatigue, she suddenly fainted on the platform during a speech. However, after only two days in hospital, she appeared in front of the students and touched the whole school. She just took this as her responsibility.
From then on, I hope I can see her, listen to her lectures and see her kind face. When I was a sophomore, I was honored to be assigned to her class and realized my little hope. When I first saw her, what caught my attention was her gray hair. I know that she is very old, and people in their fifties and sixties always stick to this podium.
I was deeply attracted by her the first time I listened to her lecture. What she said was mathematics, which was originally a very boring course, but it was very vivid. Looking at the classroom, no one is sleeping and distracted, because everyone is trying to listen.
I have been in this class for almost half a year, and every classmate that Mr. Zhang has been concerned about, no matter whether the grades are good or bad, is called the cutest person by us.
Meng Wan waited, day after day, with the forgotten river flowing away and never coming back.
No, I didn't wait.
Du Feng was so crowded that day that her forehead was pounding. There is a pale man. Angry across the tide, looking at Meng Po. Meng Po thought he was born again, and without looking up, he brought him a bowl of Meng Po soup. I only heard the sound of the bowl being broken.
Meng Wan looked up, surprised beyond words. He reached out and touched her old face, mumbling, Ah Wan. ...
She can't believe it. Is that you?
It's me. The man's firm voice came.
But I heard them say that the flowers on the other side washed your memory. Have you forgotten me? I've been waiting for you for so long ...
She followed her eyes to his clothes. His sleeves and cuffs are covered with flying dragons. She was even more surprised and the color in her eyes spread.
Wrong, not him.
He is just an ordinary mortal, Panlong ... Heaven and Earth ... Such a noble identity, it must not be him, it must be a mistake! She suddenly broke away from his hand and took two steps on her hind legs, only to see his lingering fairy spirit. Du Feng Yin Qi is so heavy that he can't resist.
He also slowly put down his hand, but said, Wan, I didn't mean to lie to you. I have my reasons.
The person in front of me, like the person in my memory, obviously has the same appearance, the same address, but why ... different places, or even different identities?
For those things in those days, it should not be a vision. Memories can't tolerate critical eyes, if you must smile and say that you are young and ignorant. Those things in those days, such as Wen Jing Ye Gang's howl, were unintentional and intentional. You always have to explain your mistakes before your youth is over, and whether you have not received an apology from others so far. Meaningless, including explanations that should not appear. I will always be a child-like poet, because when I was in love, I began to decide to recite my poems aloud, which I never read when I was a child. eight
I feel that there is too much helplessness, those people in those years, those flowers planted.
As always, we will be as wrong as strangers. When your eyes see surprise but have no courage, we have lost you in the damn corner. When we are young, we always pass by the window where we like girls, but we are shocked by deep disappointment and haven't had time to look up. No one can explain the meaning of this persistent behavior, as if it is impossible to put it in the right place in an unknown landscape. I should have understood.
If you keep dancing in my head, I'll be a little impulsive.
I am a stone, abandoned in the weeds.
No one ever appreciates it, and no one ever cares.
Until one day, a woman with gentle fingers picked me up. I like her touching me with warm fingers, and then I see her beautiful eyes shining with kindness.
I like this woman. I secretly said to myself.
The woman later held me in her arms, close to her chest. I heard her gentle voice, Xiao Shi, you are back. From now on, you are no longer lonely. I feel my body curled up and there is moist liquid coming out of my eyes. How many years ago, maybe a hundred years ago, maybe five hundred years ago, maybe two thousand years ago, someone once told me. He said, Shanrou, you can go home. From then on, with me to protect you, you are no longer alone.
Is that a memory of a previous life?
Is that woman named Shanrou my last life?
If so, who told me to go home? Does this gentle woman have the same words as him?
I think.
If I hadn't gone to the Western Heaven to ask for the Tathagata, if the Buddha hadn't given me the strength to be reborn, if I hadn't become this small stone scattered in the wasteland, what would my fate be like? Will you see her again?
I don't know why, I heard the voice of Buddha's great compassion: causal reincarnation is determined by fate.
Excellent composition in senior two, 300 words, 5. The cool breeze is coming to say goodbye again.
Say goodbye to yesterday's stars.
Wave goodbye to the pavilion
Kiss goodbye to the sunset
Walking sticks scattered in Hui Jin
He didn't say a word
Just take away a few grains of dust
He came quietly.
Don't disturb a cloud
He walked quietly.
Don't leave an inch of fireworks
No one saw his footprints.
As quiet as it came.
I haven't heard from you since I went there.
Meeting each other is helpless waiting for the past.
The first meeting
Both of them are childish.
She took a sip of afternoon tea and got drunk.
He is still waiting for the flowers to wake up.
Parting is wordless staying behind.
Goodbye is like a promise to life.
He's leaving.
I can't stay with you anymore.
Say goodbye in a hurry
Wisteria wakes up in a second.
Look, yesterday's stars
A faint remnant of light.
But I can't see or know.
Got him.
The distance of turning around is 365 days.
Next time, I don't know.
Is she still like this?
Pink-purple flowers, vines
Open into a flowing waterfall
Excellent composition in senior two, 300 words. 6. It's snowing.
Yes, the first snow fell early.
It came so suddenly and disappeared so quickly.
It's cold snow, fluttering, spinning, spinning under the sky.
Skim across the ground and land in the predetermined place.
The ground is covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.
Actually, I like snow very much. I have been looking forward to it, and in a flash, it will come with joy.
Look at the snowflakes falling deep in the sky, dense and dense.
I looked up and wanted to hug this beautiful ice crystal before it landed.
However, it only melted in an instant.
The whimpering wind seems to be crying the sorrow of a world.
Even the fallen leaves that have been quietly raised sighed sadly and fell to the ground.
Snow, still falling, how much snow fell in a second, floated to the ground and turned into dust.
I don't know. Snowflakes falling in the wind, blooming for so long, are really tired.
Even if it melts instantly, it falls bravely.
There is no trace of them falling in the sky, but they have fallen like starlight.
Not afraid? Destruction, so quietly disappeared, even the existence was erased.
Don't want to think. Perhaps this is their destiny, which cannot be disobeyed or resisted.
I'm not even qualified to escape.
Well, the snow is still falling.
Yes, the first snow fell in a hurry.
It came so fast and disappeared so fast.
Excellent composition in Grade Two: 300 words 7 I yawned in a boring science class, and gradually, my eyes blurred. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange street-
I look at myself. Hey, when did I become an adult? At this time, I am a fat young woman, walking up and down the street with my resume.
"Try this multinational company, this company is applying!" I entered this company with a pure Mandarin. When I entered the application office, the company leader sat in the office chair and looked at me and asked, "Which university did you graduate from?" I replied, "I graduated from Tuurala University." He quickly said: "There are many returnees who come to our company to apply now. Nobody wants your stupid university! " Then he kicked me out.
I walked down the street in frustration, curled my mouth and shouted, "Tuurala University ... returnees ..."
Picture jump, I became the chairman of a multinational company, with thousands of employees, trillions of assets, beautiful waist, thin legs and beautiful face ... The company has high salary and good treatment, and countless people came to apply. Besides, I like eating, spending money and shopping. Whenever I shout, someone comes to ask questions, and I want to go abroad ... in short, everything is great.
"Ah ah, don't sleep! It is not good to be found by the teacher! Daydreaming! " My deskmate stepped on my foot and whispered to me that I looked at the blackboard calmly and watched the teacher lecture.
A rumor in the 300-word excellent composition of Senior Two will always be forgotten after a period of time. No one has the obligation to remember an irrelevant past for so long. After all, everyone is so busy.
I have a very happy feeling. They forgot, their eyes were bright and their malice gradually dissipated.
Because of misunderstanding, I have eaten their indifference and indifference.
No need to explain, waiting for time, the passage of time, will give you the best explanation for everyone.
I want to, when, liberate myself and travel alone. The distance is not important. The key is to enjoy the process and the mood along the way.
After two days of college entrance examination, seniors and sisters set foot on the battlefield. We cleaned up the battlefield and took a week off. It was a long vacation.
I have a small plan to go shopping these two days, and I have to recite the full text of Peacock Flying Southeast.
My friend listened to me and looked at me like a monster. Are you idle and sick? What are you doing with it?
I said, I'm not sick, I just like it. I just like it, because I like it, so I enjoy it, so I am happy.
I like to observe the subtle beauty in life. Actually, I also like taking the bus. Many people, no noise, no loneliness. They are in my world, outside my world.
These things cannot be changed, so let the past be history forever, but I won't forget that the past is the mirror of life.
Long time no see! My old self.
I asked her: Do you only know how to hide behind others now?
Are you still afraid to express your views?
Will you still secretly hide and cry?
Are you still listening carefully in class?
Are you still "quiet" after class
Are you still copying the exam?
Are you still so weak?
I said: all this can't be changed, just let it be.
History forever, but I won't forget it.
Walking towards yourself is the mirror of life.
Hello! Who I am now.
She asked me: Do you laugh at yourself for being stupid?
You should be mature and steady now, right?
Are you too bold?
Are you strong now?
Are you brave now?
Do you have a better understanding?
Do you have a lot of experience?
Can you still copy the exam?
She said: it changes every day, and the next second you want it.
Become stronger! As long as you change in the next second
Stronger means you broke the mirror of the past.
Son, beat yourself.