When I was a child, I had a dream to be a brave policewoman. This dream has not come true, because I am still studying, but I will work hard. Dreams are the driving force for a person to work hard and can spur you forward. Look, the dream is ahead.
Writing an 800-word composition on the topic of Dexin has extraordinary talent and perseverance. "This sentence means that the door to success has always been open to strong-willed people, even only to strong-willed people.
The military training in my mind is full of reprimands from instructors; Military training in my mind is an ensemble of tension and hardship; In my mind, military training is an impermanent assembly whistle, as well as a large assembly and strict training under pouring rain; The military training life in my mind has appeared in my mind hundreds of times and flashed before my eyes. But I am still full of joy and confidence to embrace my long-awaited military training.
Military training is very bitter and tiring, but it is the best opportunity to experience life, overcome yourself and exercise your will. Although there are unspeakable ups and downs in my heart, the panel turns black under the exposure of the hot sun and the hot summer, isn't this a kind of happiness, a kind of courage to better advance towards the goal of life, and an increase in self-confidence?
I started the real training with confidence. The tutor patiently guided over and over again, not severely reprimanded. On the training ground, there are not only our neat steps, but also our loud slogans and loud camp songs.
Write a composition with the theme of "What should I keep in my heart forever", and let my sadness stay in my heart forever.
【 Bitterness is often unforgettable. So I am willing to end all the sweetness, leaving only the bitterness in my heart. ]
The sunshine in late summer is as warm as the burning temperature of the palm of your hand. Dark blue sky, floating clouds, dazzling white.
As usual, he had a bottle of mineral water in his hand, which was a habit long ago. Frozen water, big drops of water in plastic cups are flowing downwards.
Hold the coldness of your palm tightly, maybe only in this way can you wake up. Look up at the dazzling sunshine, golden and dazzling. Pain seeps into the eyes.
This is the street in summer. The air is sultry and dry. There are few pedestrians. Girls with beautiful parasols hurried by in twos and threes, and trinkets hanging on kimonos or dresses jingled. Sometimes, with wind chimes in hand, Xia Feng's unique crisp sound is cool, and no cooling measures are needed. * * * The same is that their faces are rippling with easy-to-satisfy happiness.
In fact, easy satisfaction is also happy, I think, but it seems that neither you nor I will be easy.
I came here because I remember that he once told him that he wanted to have ice with him on a sunny afternoon, preferably at the end of summer, and bid farewell to the coolness of a summer. So he came to the street to buy ice on the last day of this summer.
There are many ice shops along the road. Colorful signs and flags are flying, just like dancing butterflies. There is no one now. But he knows that he likes this burning moment best, because only in this way can the ice penetrate into his heart and cool his whole body.
March approached a blue shop. I remember that Haisha said that this house smells very special.
-You know, a month. Sweet and greasy ice flowers can taste bitter, which is why they are popular! I still remember that it was the serious expression of Haisha.
So, nothing is absolute. Oh, you should know why I like to drink bitter coffee. That will be kept in mind. People often prefer it because of suffering.
So Yue bought two glasses of iced cherries and strawberries. The delicate ice in the cup is quietly blooming, but it melts slightly.
Throw the mineral water into the trash can, just like he did before. Smile at the discarded unfinished liquid and draw a cross as an apology. But I don't believe this, and you know it. But I am willing to end some habits in this way.
Write a composition with "In the Rain" as the main topic. I like rain, rainy days and me in the rain in 800 words.
Just because, in the rain, I can stay away from the troubled world; In the rain, I found myself lost; In the rain, loneliness is mine, tranquility is mine, and at this lonely moment, I only belong to myself.
When it rains, I always like to walk in the rain, capture the elegant charm of countless drizzles, and experience the chic and beauty of rain. In the rain, let the drizzle hug me heartily and melt in this empty world.
Hold up an umbrella in the rain, hold up the wind, hold up the rain and hold up a lonely world.
Turn the umbrella handle, and the raindrops splash down like pearls. Since beauty must be left helplessly, let it stay! Since you can't forget the troubles you should forget, seek peace in the rain! Yes, people are not as handsome as raindrops. I can only vent my repressed feelings through this splashing water drop.
I know that all success comes at a price. Yes, success, the success I have been longing for for for a long time! For this brilliant sentence, I am studying hard day and night. I forgot that there is another wonderful world outside the book. I've been imprisoned for so long that I'm lost.
But in the rain, I no longer seem and aloof as usual; I feel gentler and calmer in the rain. Ah! Please let me have this world in the rain. Have warmth and beauty in the rain. Really, I really like this rain, a mixture of water and tears, ethereal and poetic. I really like me in the rain.
Drizzle, such as silk; Drizzle, like a dream.
In the rain, holding an umbrella is drizzle, and holding an umbrella is loneliness.
A life watcher with more than 800 words inscribed on the theme of "Watch"
In the long river of history, they are like people crossing the river alone in the dark to explore and find the true meaning of life. They stood on the wave of the times before others and fought alone.
They are the watchmen of life. They are a group of lonely and brave explorers.
Li Dazhao, we are looking at morality. In such a dark and complicated era, he shouldered a heavy moral burden with steel shoulders. Even when he was caught, he remained calm and didn't panic. He is confident. So fearless. The morality he adhered to, even when ordinary people were at a loss to see the future clearly, he held his head high and guarded his own ideals and the ideals of the Chinese nation. Because of such brave persistence, he has faced life and death calmly. He thinks that death and life are both part of life, and there is nothing to be afraid of. Because the position where he stands is not that short time, but the long river of life.
Therefore, he is always admired by people, as a warrior who watches morality and as an explorer who thinks he is ahead of the times.
Haizi, watching is happiness. He sang the expectation of the world and the yearning for happiness with heartfelt poems. But the world is so confusing and disappointing for him. So he sought the happiness he wanted at the cost of his own life. When the rumbling train roared by, he was probably very happy on the track! In that short moment, maybe he finally found the house he wanted to go to! Facing the sea, spring blossoms. The world is full of love and peace. When more and more people go through fire and water for money and power, he is the only one who sings alone in the crowd and explores the purest truth, goodness and beauty in the world with a clear heart.
Therefore, he is always remembered by people, as a poet who watches for happiness and as a singer who crosses the heart.
Cao Xueqin, what you are looking at is transformation. As the son of a declining family, he calmly observed this endangered society. A Dream of Red Mansions was his cry in the dark, and every word shouted out his anger at the feudal old society. It's a pity that he is just a watchman, and a person resists with his own weak strength. He turned Bao Dai's sad love into a mirror, reflecting the decay of feudal system and stabbing people's confused and numb hearts. In such a muddled society, only he can see himself clearly in the dark. He is watching a transformation, although he doesn't know where the road is.
So ... As a writer who cares about change and a bell ringer who crosses history, he will be remembered forever.
The chain of history is being pushed by them alone. It is precisely because these lonely watchmen stand at the top of human history in front of us that the light has passed through many obstacles and reached a new era.
Stand up straight
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"One is Yuan, and the other is flawless ..."
On the edge of the police dreamland, before flying to the summit, the waiter Shen Ying watered the crimson grass on the cliff with nectar every day; A dream of red mansions has lived for several years, and Daiyu will comfort Baoyu with tears all her life.
"A bitter tear, full of absurd words", when everything is gone, but the feelings are heartless, the only thing really waiting for love may be the hard stone at the beginning of HarmonyOS system on the Green Ridge Peak.
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The border is freezing cold, and the silent North Sea makes Feng Gang over Siberia roar by. The yurts huddled in the ice and snow, but Su Wu, which held the festival, could not hide its loyalty.
He has been looking for 18 years.
Look, a harsh fairy tale of a ram giving birth to a lamb;
Look, a heroic "Xiongnu is not destroyed, how can it be home";
Looking at it, a rich and powerful country surrendered to the dream of four barbarians to unify the whole country;
Look, a minister puts the highest responsibility on the country and the nation. ...
Laugh it off for thousands of years. Whenever I meditate at this point, the figure of Beihai still flashes in my mind, holding a knot in my hand and standing proudly in the long river of history. ...
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When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. ...
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
Yu Guangzhong, a poet, looked at the sea and sang in harmony with the Liusha River. It was the cricket that leaped across the Strait, singing heartily everywhere China went, with the autumn wind blowing across the Great Wall and the melancholy of the poet Jiang Kui. Listening and singing, what they describe with their heart is the watch of a generation and the voice of a generation. Wen Yiduo sang with Song of Seven Sons: "We are a string of pearls held by the sea, Ryukyu is my brother, I am from Taiwan Province Province, ... Mom, I want to come back."
So a straight figure stands on both sides of the Taiwan Province Strait, casting a statue of soul of china, which reads: Watch.
Pay the watch and time to turn the sky into a meteor; Pay watches and meteors to burn the sky into eternity; Between eternity, stands a straight figure-Watch.
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As the sun sets, I stare at the sunset glow on the horizon, seeing not only the dying sunset glow, but also the new hope nurtured by a new round of red sun and sunset glow.
Mother said that she is my watchtree, willing to stretch out her strong roots for me to cling to.
My mother said that she was my watchstar, and she would point out the future with her firm and weak light.
The white hair has disappeared, climbed up her sideburns, and wrinkles unconsciously slept in her loving eyes. Staring at the mother who raised me, I saw not only a selfless and fiery heart, but also the inseparable mother-daughter relationship between us.
It's like two angels watching each other, regardless of age or appearance. A look, a smile and a "good morning" are enough to express infinite affection.
The teacher said she was our night watchman. Although it is only a short process of stopping, meeting and hovering, she is willing to give us the most beautiful rhyme.
The teacher said she was our observation station. Although she will leave one day, I hope to give us the best things so that we can fly between the blue sky and white clouds with our wings.
I still remember meeting the head teacher for the first time three years ago. She looks so cute, like a petite child with dark hair. Is it because we are not sensible that your light steps are heavy? Is it because we don't work hard that your young heart is depressed?
I know that at this moment, you will say no with tears. I know your heart is watching us, blessing us and praying for us at this moment.
Like many watchangels who have been interdependent for three years, there is no distinction between you and me, and there is no distinction between high and low. I hope to open the door of happiness at this last moment, ring the bell of expectation and sprinkle the laughter of vigilance.
My dear mother has been watching me all her life, the sun in her heart My dear teacher looked at me, the seedling in her heart, for three years. Their gaze is a deep love and an eternal feeling.
The sunrise of the sun is another reincarnation, and there is another hope, staring at the bright round sun in the east and watching the love that will always be remembered.
Writing 800 words on the theme of returning to the mountain, I used to close my eyes and daydream in the rumble of the train, as if I could fly a hope. I like adventure and wandering too much, running around in a small territory, looking at different people, different things, different faces are so similar, blurring their faces in the dense fog. Those fogs blurred their eyes and made me unable to see the world clearly, because we were all strangers. I gradually get used to the indifference and alienation of the city, just like playing a game of meeting by chance. I thought I was a dandelion, flying far away with a small umbrella in the sky, only to find that a strand of feelings wrapped in an umbrella has a lingering concern in time and space. Suddenly remind of my concentration, just like a ladder suddenly descended from mid-air, giving me a place to rest, so that people can look back and pick up their footprints in a moment of silence-the track that was once full of wind and rain, and the last stop must be their hometown. Long time no see, but my memory is still clear. Old trees and swing racks, cats that climb trees quickly, and eaves that drip in rainy days. At that time, I loved climbing the sloping roof alone, sitting on a gray tile alone, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through poplar leaves, and the fragrance of the soil spread. That's where my grandparents lived for most of their lives. Every grass and tree has feelings. And my feelings may only exist in my childhood where I stayed. Those quiet country holidays, accompanied by the sound of pumping water, those children running and jumping in groups, the blue sky. What is the concept of hometown? It is no longer a noun, but an adjective in my heart, not only a piece of land, but also a feeling. No matter how far you go, you have to go to your hometown. It's hard and tiring to be polished for a long time. What makes you want to return? Just like a glass of old wine, time can only make it more mellow. The old house in my hometown is dilapidated and no one has lived in it for a long time. This place can't stand scrutiny and warmth. Deliberate thinking will make the yard dull, and warm feelings will turn into disappointment. Where there are people, old things are torn down and small buildings are built. Only grandparents' old house, a person is very uncomfortable. Flowers all over the yard, poplars high by the low wall, and lonely blue overhead. The old house has degenerated into a image group, leaving simple lines, waiting to be submerged by the weathering of time. However, my dear old house, when I heard your voice again, I pushed open the wooden door and went in. The creaking sound of opening the door is still the same as before-no, it's clearer. It is time that has turned it into a sculpture in my heart and an echo that will never die. Even though it has become a crumbling ruin, it has led me to find my first footprint. I'm so happy. Because, you, beside me, you, in my heart. No matter where you go. Must come back here.
Write a composition of about 800 words on the topic of "heartbeat". I don't know since when I like to get something for nothing. I know it's wrong. But I can't help myself. I don't want to be a parasite and I don't want others to look down on me. I want to prove myself, I can, I may, others can, and I can.
Sometimes I feel disappointed and sad about myself. I can't finish it every time I make up my mind. I remember one time, my mother was sad about my study. The teacher looked for her mother and scolded her. From then on, I got rid of bad habits, worked hard and studied hard.
Let's cheer together and make our life more exciting ~!
I believe that as long as you pay, there will be a return!
Heartbeat, how simple it is to say, but it is easier to act than to do after doing it. Although the heart does not have to act, it must act when it is time to act, otherwise it means losing everything that is most important in life. Just like a girl wants to buy a beautiful piece of jewelry, she is very moved, but she can't take action to buy it, but why doesn't she want to? So he swore to himself that he must buy it, so she scrimped and saved, worked hard in big cities for more than 20 years, and finally her dream came true and she finally bought this jewelry. Maybe this is unreasonable for ordinary people, but for her, she said and did it. Because she has worked hard, worked hard and paid for her ideals. So he succeeded. But in my opinion, heart and action, when it comes to saying one thing and doing one thing, don't have to be successful. For example, when you face a huge wall, you know it is 90% impossible, but you are still working hard under the possibility of 10%. It doesn't matter even if you can't get through it, because what matters now is not the result but the process of hard work. Perhaps, in your heart, you have the urge to talk, and those anxious feelings will become the energy and motivation for your eternal struggle. Words are not as good as deeds. We should be brave in practice, try boldly and act in everything, which is more precious.
A few days ago, I suddenly met a friend I hadn't seen for a long time in the street. From surprise to doubt to ecstasy, our hands clasped at the last moment. This handshake brought back all the forgotten years at once. I found that the original time
Passing by, there are countless reunion handshakes waiting in the distance.
Therefore, shaking hands is by no means a simple hand-to-hand contact, but a sincere communication between hearts. A mother clasped the hand of a toddler, and her eyes showed concern and care; A pair of lovers walk by you hand in hand in a low voice, and you will feel that with love, the world can be so beautiful; I even saw an old man with gray hair walking down the street holding his mother's trembling hand. They drowned out all the poems praising the family.
Shaking hands really needs no words.
In fact, each of us will look forward to a pair of warm and solid big hands. A lost child is eager to have such hands to lead him to find his home; A child who is out of school needs these hands to hold up a rainy sky with him; A leukemia patient needs such hands to guide him to see the dawn of life. We are always used to reaching out to others for warmth and shelter, but we often ignore that there are more people in this world who need us to reach out and say to them: I want to hold your hand. The true meaning of life is not taking, but giving.
Of course, sometimes, we not only need to shake hands, but also need to learn to let go.
These days, there are many touching handshakes at the entrance of the college entrance examination in many cities. Those big hands holding children's small hands are full of parents' heavy encouragement and expectation! When they hold hands, they seem to feel that they are holding hope.
However, after the examination room rings, adults still have to keep outside the door.
For parents, learning to let go seems more important than shaking hands. You know, the clasped hands should always be separated, and there are many roads in children's lives that need them to walk independently. Of course, babies always fall to the ground when they are toddlers, but you know, it is an inevitable pain in the journey of human life. There is a very good lyric: how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? If you want your child to grow up healthily, happily and happily, you must learn to let go. After several years, I will hold your little hand again, no longer immature, but will be extremely strong, mature and calm. What can make such a hand more gratifying and touching?
Love and years flow in every handshake, making the most ordinary life shine the most beautiful light.