On a quiet night, the bright moon is in the sky and the stars are scattered. I stand by the window and the cool wind blows gently, and your smiling face seems to emerge in the night. You said that the world is becoming more and more prosperous. We used to run together, laugh together, cry and read novels together, and be silent and quiet together. I know you still remember, how could you forget?
I didn't cry when you left, because you said: I left, although I can't do many things in the future, but you have to believe that I will accompany you in an unknown corner, don't cry, okay? I am willing to turn into your tears. Therefore, I must learn to be strong, at least not to cry, because I can't bear to leave you.
Xiao Jing, sometimes I think, you are so studious, so kind and so smart, how could God have the heart to terminate your life? I don't want you to be an angel at all. I just want you to live. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Sometimes when I fall asleep, I will see a little girl crying with a dirty doll in her arms. Who is she?
Write a 600-word composition about who you are to me. You are my favorite person.
I may not have liked others, and of course no one has liked me. Even my parents don't like me very much. I grew up unremarkable, and I was never "someone else's child". Because dad couldn't stand the work of moving bricks on the construction site, our family went back to the village from the city. In that isolated small village, a little trouble will cause a sensation in the whole village. We are strangers and go home to farm. Naturally, some aborigines don't like us, haystacks are burned, wires are on fire, and the power supply bureau sends people to investigate. The decision to go home is not easy, and the reality is even more cruel. My father, who gave up smoking overnight, started smoking endlessly again. Similarly, when I return to the countryside from the city, I will be excluded. My new pen was stolen the next day. My exercise book was inexplicably painted with various turtles; There is no textbook, the teacher said, it doesn't matter. Fortunately, the class teacher will uphold justice. I quietly went to the office to tell the class teacher that I had lost my pen. The head teacher asked me if I had found out who stole it. The "thief" was called to the office and kept shouting grievances. Yes, she was my best friend and my only friend at that time. She cried that I had been framed. The head teacher comforted her and kept telling me that a pen was not important. He can give me a better one. I refused. I don't want to be bullied anymore. Helpless, the class teacher found my pen from her pencil box and gave it back to me. After she left, the head teacher said to me earnestly, "I helped you find your pen, but you have lost a friend." Now you have no friends. You should live up to your expectations. The mid-term exam is coming. Don't lag behind others. " This is probably the most useful encouragement I have heard on my way to growing up. I no longer feel inferior, nor can I stand being treated like a fish.
Thank you very much. I haven't been to see you since graduation, but you are the most important person in my life and my favorite teacher.
Please love will never pass. Write a composition of not less than 600 words. You left in such a hurry that I began to wonder, have you been here? If it's just an illusion, then why is the plot so clear? Go away, no heartache, only regret. I gradually understand that it is useless to retain. ...
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When the moonlight fled the sky in despair, it didn't know how sad the stars were, and even cried blind. Since then, every long night has become a colorless sadness of the stars.
She finally walked alone on the road. The night is still smeared with its monotonous color everywhere, especially in this late autumn night, which is even more dark and scary. Now I blame this ignorant wind and arouse her hidden sadness with its cold body temperature. At that moment, it burst its banks like a raging beast. The only difference is that it is quiet without any warning. She tried to hold back, but this time she said no, which really broke through the last will she left in the corner of her eye. It was tears, just like a fanatic who finally got a new life and fled in despair. Without any souvenirs, it abandoned her so cruelly and couldn't wait to embrace the earth as dark as an abyss under its feet. "Pa" the first drop, there is no * * * after falling, will you regret it? Without waiting for her to think much, she stared at the tears that had "broken into pieces" and her cheeks were burning for a while. Tears have merged into two rivers, flowing quietly, and then ending fatally, like a yellow leaf in late autumn, withered in the same autumn wind.
She forgot the last night walk, because before that, just before today, he would stand outside the door waiting for her and accompany her home. He said he knew she was afraid of the dark, but as long as he was around, it would be different. He is her flashlight, even a faint light will light up when she is dark, giving her courage and relying on her. At that time, even if a naughty wind would make her tremble, she was never afraid. She knew that he would take off the coat that was several times larger than what she was wearing and put it on her. How much she misses this warm feeling. The dying temperature excited her for several nights. What a thief happiness is! When she fell into happiness, happiness stole all her memories except him. But now there is no so-called happiness. All the good things before have turned into a sharp sword, which opened her heart one by one.
You are my eyes. No less than 600 words. I walked with my eyes closed, trying to understand the world, the dark world, although the wind was supporting me. Thinking that you are my eyes makes me cry.
I like such people very much. His name is Ricky. He was born blind. At the age of 4, his condition improved and he became amblyopia. At this time, God played a joke on him. He finally saw the fuzzy world, and he couldn't see anything in an instant. Cruel fate can't stop his musical talent. He won many awards, which is admirable.
I like one of his songs very much-you are my eyes. This is a song he wrote to himself. He said, "If I could see it, life might be completely different. If I can see it, I will give you a clear hug from behind ... The blue sky you mentioned is the blue sky behind the white clouds in my memory ... "I saw a helpless heart that still loves the world. He also imagines himself. No more prayers, you are my eyes, take me to appreciate the changes of the four seasons, take me through the crowded crowd and read the vast sea of books! I won't complain if God covered my face in front of my eyes and forgot to open it. But everything is fantasy, he knows the world is in front of him but can't touch it! The lyrics are only a few short words, and the endless suffering is still in my heart. And what about us healthy people? Watching porn with our eyes? ! Witness those stupid facts with our eyes? ! We saw their dirty business and wanton killing with our own eyes, but we didn't stop them? ! What are our eyes for? I didn't feel the colorful world, I didn't feel the beauty of the world, I just belittled myself with my eyes.
Not everyone will cherish what you have, but just abuse it. This is really a tragedy. God is sometimes really unfair, not giving what is needed to those who need it, but giving it to those who are not worthy. Oh, what can I do? I have to change myself.
I walked with my eyes closed and my hand extended. I can't catch you, but the wind blew my hand. I can feel my hands. I think I will use my life to cherish what I have, for example, the world. And you people who are not sound should cherish it, including good imagination.
Sunshine gives me the courage to write an essay of no less than 600 words. The sunshine in autumn is neither gentle and charming in spring nor unrestrained and uninhibited in summer, only quiet and elegant. Autumn sunshine is a smile in the blue sky. The chilly autumn is chilling, but when it comes into contact with the sun, it can make people feel bright and make their hearts full of light and warmth. The touch of sunshine in autumn not only brings hope, but also picturesque scenery.
In the morning, several golden rays of sunshine came in through the window. The room was quiet and the second hand of the clock was ticking. I'm tired of this quiet room. I have no energy. Go out of the house and set foot on a path alone. This is a clean path, shining in the sun. Rows of tall trees stand on both sides of the path. The light green leaves seem a little shy under the touch of the sun, revealing a kind of shyness and a little blush. It seems that every leaf has a new little life trembling. The morning sunshine left ripples in my heart, so clear and rhythmic. I was bathed in the sunshine on the secluded path where birds and flowers were singing and the breeze was blowing gently on the earth.
When I got home, I sat at my desk and did my homework. The sunshine showed a bright pattern on my desk, and I was locked in like a golden cover. It seems that on a dark stage, suddenly a spotlight hit me. Although I didn't feel that way on the stage, I still felt happy. Sunshine's feet slowly stepped on the windowsill, then crossed the shelf and stepped on my pile of books, leaving a string of footprints. Sunlight shines on the earth through fine branches and leaves, mottled and nostalgic. Shadows reflected on the ground. Memories of the past gradually shrink into dots in the sun, which are almost invisible and do not need to be seen. The past may not be nostalgic, but the sun has ushered in a new future for me.
Looking at the golden sunshine, shining quietly. I like to hold my hand over my head, let the beam of sunlight fall obliquely from the gap between my fingers, leave mottled shadows on my smiling face, and feel the faint warmth, so I can't feel anything. Stretch out a hand to catch a beam of sunshine. I think I won't be afraid even in the dark as long as the sunshine blooms between my fingers. After settling down quietly, open the casement, there is fresh sunshine and a trace of warm sunshine outside the window. Freedom is a dream, with faint fragrance and beautiful wings. The soul also loves sunshine.
When the sun sets, standing on the edge of the top of the mountain, looking up at the golden color being swallowed up bit by bit on the horizon, my eyes are full of faint sadness. Because such a short day has passed, I still miss the dazzling sunshine. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, and no one can predict it.
I don't like the sudden change of wind and rain. I don't love the color of the rainbow. I only love the dazzling sunshine. Walk with the sunshine and smile for it. That faint touch of sunshine is a piece of hope hidden under the autumn leaves in autumn, and it is also a seal on the autumn scroll. What moved me was just the mottled sunshine left by my fingertips.
Write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic that this is the road I have chosen.
Learning to be tolerant of others is learning to be kind to yourself. Resentment can only keep our hearts in darkness forever; But tolerance can make our hearts free and liberated.
It was an ordinary autumn. I wore a pair of white sweatpants bought by my mother and went to school in high spirits. At school, many teachers and classmates praised me for my white pants. I'm very proud. I feel very chic today.
That day, there happened to be physical education class. I was so excited that I didn't even care that I was wearing white pants, so I started playing. I was playing basketball with some girls when suddenly a figure jumped out. I passed the ball without seeing it clearly. Just at that moment, Qiu hit his clothes impartially. When I looked intently, the unfriendly classmate left a black mark on his light blue shirt. I quickly apologized, but he flew into a rage and kicked my leg. Look at my white trousers, and they have left two deep footprints. In the past, I would pay him back, but this time I calmed down unexpectedly. I don't know what suppressed my anger, but I continued to play ball ... After school, my classmates went home one after another. This is when I found a classmate anxiously looking for something. I walked over enthusiastically, and when I saw it, it was the classmate who kicked my pants. I turned to go, but I thought: Why? Just help him find it together and embarrass him. When I enthusiastically reached out to help, I was greeted by that classmate's grateful smile, and my heart was full of warmth and happiness.
I remember another time, just after class, two junior high school students who came to primary school bumped into me. I only heard them swearing: "You are looking for a fight!" When I heard this, my face turned red with anger: it's outrageous that you should be so righteous when you obviously hit me. I was about to get angry, but I thought, forget it! Forget it. I smiled and said, "I'm sorry!" "You see that unreasonable middle school student, who is also ashamed at the moment, walked slowly. I also do it one brace up, tolerance can change human nature!
When one foot steps on the petals of a violet, he leaves the fragrance on that foot, which is tolerance. A mental patient broke into a doctor's house and shot his three daughters in the mood for love, but he still cured the mental patient. This is also tolerance. If a person chooses to care, he will spend the rest of his life in darkness; And if a person chooses tolerance, then he can shed sunshine on the earth. There is an old saying: "If you know your mistake, you will change it. There is no benefit at all. " In that case, why not tolerate a person's unintentional loss? When our hearts choose tolerance for ourselves, we get the freedom we deserve, because we put down our burdens and should give our friends and enemies a sweet smile. Tolerance can make friends. When you can tolerate other people's mistakes with an open mind, you will naturally have more friends. Let's be more tolerant, make life more relaxed and happy, and make more friends.
Forgiving others means liberating yourself and keeping your mind pure.
Write a short essay of not less than 600 words on the topic of a good teacher who touched students.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Every time I read this sentence, my mind will see the teacher's daily hard work and concern for us. Teachers are trainers of our knowledge, educators of our moral education, and a bright light on our life path. She gives us knowledge, gives us care and gives us the direction of success.
When I saw the teacher standing on the platform and giving us a lecture in a hoarse voice, my heart seemed to be pricked, and my heart was immediately surrounded by guilt, and I felt guilty all over. Ah, teacher, aren't you tired of teaching us when you are sick? Don't you need a rest?
Seeing you clutching your stomach, change our homework and write the teaching content, and try to decompress us. Ah, teacher, are you a robot? Where does your motivation come from? Is it just that low salary? No, your motivation comes from us, we give you strength, and you treat us as your children.
It is you who encourage us when we are depressed; When we win, you teach us how to win. Whether you turn a blind eye to us means pointing us in the right direction, or whether you feel dark to us or bring us light. Teacher, why do you always help us when we are in trouble? Teacher, you are our beacon. Teacher, you will always move me!
Write a composition of no less than 600 words with the theme of never doing this. Never laughed like this.
There have been perfunctory, hypocritical smiles for hypocritical people: there have been naive truths, and innocent smiles for innocent people; I was moved and gave a tearful smile to someone ... just ... I've never laughed like this before.
I sat at the same table with her for two years, from a "stranger" to a "sweetheart" who knows nothing. The bits and pieces in the middle may never be forgotten, but I will never forget that day-I laughed like that.
She has a small English dictionary, which is a magic weapon for her and me to overcome the problem of English reading. Whenever I meet a new face, I naturally turn to it for help.
I was writing a book about cultivating excellent students that day. There are four new words in the multiple choice questions. After sighing, I took out a small dictionary like a reflex. In order to compare these four words as follows, I folded a corner on the page number of the word I looked up. After the examination paper was finished, he walked out of the classroom smartly.
After dinner, my deskmate is still practicing excellent papers. She didn't look up when she saw me. I don't want to disturb her, so I do my own thing. Suddenly, she patted me briskly. Her eyes were shining, her hands were gesticulating back and forth excitedly, and her gums were completely exposed. It was suspected that she had found a big ingot falling from the sky. Because in self-study, she exaggeratedly opened her mouth and tried to make me understand her spoken English. At the same time, she said incoherently to me in the maximum decibel without affecting discipline: "You ... you broke the horn?" I don't understand why she was so excited and nodded inexplicably. She was even more excited. She gave a thumbs-up like a child and said with a naive smile, "That's very kind of you!" " I just realized that maybe I forgot to turn around and saved her a lot of time. She smiles so brightly, how can I tell her that I didn't mean to? So I smiled back at her.
Perhaps, an action, a concern, will open a shortcut for others; Perhaps, a look, a word, will warm the hearts of others. Maybe at this time, your mouth will involuntarily raise; Maybe at this time, you will find that you have never laughed like this.
The one above is a sophomore.
Never worked so hard.
I have never worked so hard, but that time, I really did it. I got rid of my lack of progress and laziness.
I remember it was a summer vacation, and the hot weather bored me, so I planned to go downstairs for a walk. Suddenly, I saw a piece of paper stuffed on the door-a flyer for swimming class registration. I immediately blushed. I'm in the sixth grade and I can't swim! So I was dragged by my parents to sign up.
On the first day, I excitedly ran to the swimming pool in the community downstairs. Wow! It's too noisy. A group of children younger than me and a coach are signing in. I looked at them: some were probably in grade one or two, girls wore pink short skirts and swimsuits, and boys wore blue and black swimming trunks; Some are in the third and fourth grades, girls are talking and laughing, and boys are "playing together". The children's faces are full of childishness, and I am suddenly glad that I am short! Look at those younger brothers and sisters, they are all younger than me, and they must all be similar to me. I can't be worse than them! My confidence suddenly increased.
But the truth is not what I imagined. Scarcely had I got into the water when my fear surfaced again. The coach wants us not to dive. God, I'm afraid of diving! It's so natural and smooth to watch other schoolmates rise and fall, but I stand still, anxious and very scared. I still didn't dare to sink into the water. I chose to escape and finally failed. ...
When I got home, I was disappointed in myself, but there was nothing I could do, so I kept encouraging myself. Turn grief into strength! The next day, I plunged into the water regardless of my fear, and I succeeded! My progress has gradually caught up with my classmates, so I work harder. Finally, he won the coach's rare watch award. I keep practicing every day, and in this way, I have made a breakthrough. Others/kloc-learned it in 0/2 days, and I learned to swim in 8 days, and my sense of accomplishment quickly welled up in my heart.
"One, two, three, four ..." Every time I hear this neat slogan, I once again recall the time when I learned to swim. Although it was short, it gave me a bittersweet feeling: when I failed, I was laughed at and pointed at; When I succeeded, I finally realized the result of my efforts. Bitter and bittersweet, hard work has created two extremes: basin and plateau, hell and heaven, depression and top-notch ... find your dreams, fight hard with your own efforts and enjoy the fruits of your dreams!
Write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic of "Chineydy's Wish". Urgent! In the morning, I suddenly found that all the leaves on the big tree outside the window had fallen, and a lonely bird landed on the branches swaying in the cold wind. The bird was so poor that I quickly put it by the fire at home without saying anything, and the bird gradually warmed up. I said to the bird, "Bird, from now on, this is your home." I also gave the bird a nice name "Frye", which means happiness. Frye has grown up gradually, and its color is very bright and refreshing.
Frye can fly gradually. I am very happy and look forward to Frye's healthy and happy growth.
I give Frye delicious food every day, and my feelings with Frye are getting deeper and deeper.
One day, there was a bird like Frye outside the window. Frye kept screaming when he saw it. I wanted to know if the bird was its mother, so I brought Frye here. Frye flew around and came to me again. I said to Frye, "Frye, go home!" Your mother is here. "Frye kept cooing, as if to say," thank you for your kindness at the beginning. I have to go now and come back later. " I gently picked up Frye and flew to Frye's blue sky.