Walking on the composition 1 of Grade Two is like intermittent spring rain, like a cozy and lazy Xia Feng, like a graceful autumn frost, like a quietly falling winter snow. The second day of junior high school has passed half before you know it.
The next day was full of passion. At the opening ceremony of the sports meeting in the middle of 10, everyone showed their youthful style: cool basketball show, fancy hula hoop, difficult acrobatic movements and carefully prepared dance strings, which won warm applause; On the 100-meter sprint runway, Xiao Du strode with black hair fluttering in the wind and won the championship with the momentum of "breaking one person in ten steps"; In the long jump, "novice firewood" played an extraordinary role in the bursts of "refueling" of students, adding another gold to our class with a score of 3.52 meters; In the next team relay race, men and women won the gold medal and the silver medal respectively with tacit cooperation ... Finally, we drew a successful conclusion for the 19th autumn track and field games with the impressive record of the second total score!
The next day I was nervous and helpless. Exams again and again, scores again and again, thrilling again and again, bitter and sweet in my heart. The word "senior high school entrance examination" appeared in my ear more and more frequently, and I began to feel uneasy again. I want to break through the deep clouds in front of me and find my self-confidence. The next day, today is different, things are different! We dare not expect even the simplest relaxation. Seeing the children running happily outside the window, we went back to continue writing. On the second day of junior high school, it is sinful to slack off a little. When I hear light pop music, I dare not hum it easily, but I still read words and phrases in my mouth ... In the second day of junior high school, everything should be pulled aside to make way for study.
The second grade is growing. Give dad a cup of hot tea when he comes home from work, and don't forget to add a spoonful of honey that dad likes to drink; After dinner, I didn't put down my chopsticks and went upstairs as usual, but insisted on sharing housework. When I came home from school, I took the slippers from my mother and said with a casual smile, "Thank you, Mom." I saw my mother's happy smile head-on ... Gradually, this growth melted into love, consideration and responsibility, and it was constantly brewing in the dribs and drabs of life, becoming the most mellow wine in life and lingering in Micari for a long time!
Walking in the second day of junior high school, although full of anxiety and unknowns, will eventually inspire me to ride the wind and waves.
Postscript: soak the bitterness of the next day in fine wine and turn it into a wisp of incense; Write the music of the next day in notes and turn it into a song; Sprinkle the sweat and tears of the next day on the flowers and brew a drop of honey ... The cool wind blows gently, and the winter rain is as light as the second day, which is picturesque.
I crossed the mountains and the sea, and I saw a sea of people. -inscription
In the late autumn evening, I walked in the crowd with my schoolbag on my back. The roadside lights are brightly lit, the shouts of vendors pour into people's hearts, and the crowded people don't bother me. I just want to go through this crowd and walk into that path, which is long, but not far, surrounded by laughter. Children who come home from school like to stay here, just for the hot bamboo tube glutinous rice. "Grandma, give me one." "good!" Grandma took one at random, weighed it, then put it back with a frown and muttered, "Hey, this is not good." She carefully scanned the presbyopia again, and their eyes suddenly lit up. She took out another one, and the wrinkles and smiles of that one were crowded together, which looked very kind and happy. She pried it open with chopsticks, and a white and tender "fat man" appeared in front of her. "Fat man" is still steaming, and grandma's eyes are full of satisfaction. She threw the bamboo tube aside again and rolled the "white fat man" several times on the sugar board. Sugar and glutinous rice stick together and look delicious. She straightened her chest, cocked her head, looked at the glutinous rice and said, "Turn this thing over a few times, and it will be delicious with more sugar!" "
Gradually, all the students who played by the sound left, leaving only me and grandma. She covered the pot, and I clearly saw the wrinkles on her hands, as if they had been drilled by insects. "Hey, good girl, why don't you go home!" Her voice is as beautiful as a lark. "Don't worry, wait till I finish eating," I replied. "Grandma, why don't you go back?" Grandma stretched her muscles and twisted her neck to say; "Wait for those babies who haven't finished class. Those babies are greedy. Eating glutinous rice omelets at night is good for their health, "she added. "Why is it so cold today? You should put more clothes on your doll. " I nodded, and through the white air floating from the glutinous rice, I saw several students who had just finished class. They came running, their schoolbags jumping back and forth on their shoulders and their hair flying wildly. They waved and said, "Grandma, give me two bamboo tube glutinous rice." Grandma has bad eyes, but good hearing! "Right away, good boy!" She opened the lid neatly at once and saw her skillful movements. Her hands are oily and yellow, covered with wrinkles and black spots. The mist from the pot could not hold her kind and slightly happy smile, and her apron floated with the wind, scattering the fragrance of bamboo tubes.
It's getting dark I got up and left, and grandma was ready to leave. "Honey, go home slowly." "You also slow down." She packed her things with a smile and hummed a little song.
The same is true of the power of walking, in people's hearts.
After sitting at the table for a long time, I felt a little sleepy, so I put down my pen and walked out of the house, strolling on a small road with few people.
The path is narrow, deep and winding, which makes people unable to see the road ahead clearly. There are neat camphor trees on both sides of the road, and the whole road is wrapped in green shade. June has come, and the smell of early summer is everywhere. The sunset in the evening forms a mottled aperture on the ground through the leaves, which seems to be static and flowing, making people unpredictable.
Gradually, the end of the path came into view. Oh! So this path leads to the old street. This old street has a history of hundreds of years, but it still stands. Time flies here in a hurry, taking away the prosperity and noise of the past, leaving only vicissitudes and silence, touching the pitted walls, looking at the dark green tile-blue walls, and the evening breeze sweeping over the cheeks. Strolling along the ancient road, looking at those houses that have remained unchanged for a hundred years, I feel the passage of time. The old street leaves everything to time to brew slowly, leaving only an intoxicating smell. ...
Even though many houses in the old street are dangerous buildings, there are still many old people who have unspeakable feelings for it. In the evening, there are always three or five old people getting together talking and laughing, and the sunset glow shines on the old people. The bronzed skin color of the old people and the sunset glow set each other off, just like a stone statue telling people the vicissitudes of time. ...
Walking on the ancient road, watching all this, I can't help but ask: Where did time come from? Where are you going? What is the meaning of our existence?
Gradually, the end of the ancient road is just around the corner. Oh! It turns out that the end of the ancient road is the beginning of another field path. The smell of earth is mixed with flowers, and streams are flowing here. He tells the meaning of its existence in a sweet voice-living in the present! The smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up here and floated away with my doubts. ...
Time is like a river, with changeable scenery on both sides, lost time behind, confusing unknown in front and our present life in the middle. The only thing we can control is the present life.
I finally understand that time comes from far away and goes to far away places. The meaning of our existence is: live every day well!
Life is beautiful because there is a happy life.
Life is happy because you have a positive attitude.
Life is a long journey, and it must be colorful along the way. You will meet happiness, and you will meet misfortune, even endless hardships.
But we all hope that when we walk through this road of life and suddenly look back, we will see happiness and beauty. In fact, it is not difficult to have beauty and happiness. As long as we have a positive attitude, I believe our life will be colorful.
I remember a conversation:
Mary looked at Mrs. Ross. "Madam, Mr Ross has unfortunately left. What would you do? "
"Make yourself happy." Mrs. Ross answered without thinking.
Mary opened her eyes in confusion.
"Silly child, unfortunately, go with time, keep a positive heart and embrace happiness."
Yes, a positive attitude can always make people get out of the shadows quickly and find a truly happy life.
However, how can we keep a positive attitude and catch a happy rose?
You have to think about it. For example, when you see colorful flowers falling on the ground, don't think about dying pain. You should, as Gong Zizhen sang, "Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more."
For the future, it is so far away, but you have to tell yourself: there will always be some people or things that will change you in the future. As long as you have a good direction, everything will be fine
Everything is life, everything is smoke, and the extinct ancient music will explain the gap between souls for us. What we need to do is to hide in the depths of happiness, stand on the head of misfortune, listen to flowers and sing nightmares at night, sing prosperity, sing away memories, remember those that should be remembered with a positive attitude, and forget those that should be forgotten. ]
With a positive attitude, take the boat of life and let those pains and unhappiness stagnate forever. The advancing boat carries the happiness picked all the way, braving the wind and waves.
With a positive attitude, turn setbacks into yellow mud, pave the way forward, and let happiness take the train to the distant dream.
With a positive attitude, pile up failures and build a shining stage where happiness can sing and dance happily.
At that time, you can proudly announce to the world:
My life is happy, I am walking in a beautiful life!
Walking on the second day of writing, 5 warmth is a bright light in the dark, guiding people who have lost their way to the light; Warmth is a clear spring in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet; Warmth is a towering tree under the scorching sun, which makes sweaty people feel cool ... Warmth is everywhere in our life.
Warmth is a feeling, not limited to the physical feeling, but a direct touch to the soul. Warmth doesn't need much money and energy. Sometimes, just a kind smile, a positive look, a sincere hug and a pleasant conversation can bring us warmth. In fact, each of us can't live without warm growth.
Once, I was a timid and introverted girl. I am like a little transparent in class. Even if I made some friends, I failed because the chat didn't have the same topic, so I was still alone. Until the fifth grade, I met another girl. She was as warm as the little sun, so she broke into my life without warning and changed my life.
She is a generous girl, who has been in contact with everyone. She and I became friends. At first, we had nothing to talk about. Later, in a speech, I was about to give a speech, and my palms were sweating with nervousness. She smiled and encouraged me, and gently gestured two words in my hand-"Come on". She playfully stuck out her tongue at me to encourage me. She gave me confidence and I successfully finished my speech. From then on, under her infection, I gradually became cheerful, no longer silent, and learned to take the initiative.
Now, I can talk with people generously without stage fright. When talking to people warmly, I will never forget her who gave me warmth. The thought of her makes me feel warm in a soft place. I also gradually learned to warm myself by giving warmth to others. In my study and life, I am eager to help others solve problems and do my best to help others sincerely. In such a process of giving, I have gained countless sincerity and warmth.
Warmth can bring people a sense of accomplishment and spiritual satisfaction. Let's warm our hearts with our hearts and build a bridge of communication between people. This society is also beautiful because of warmth. Let's walk in the warmth.
Walking the life of six people is a continuous process. Walking in life is not only walking on two legs, but also an attitude towards life and a spiritual journey.
Blue sky and blue sea, wind forest volcano, desert Gobi for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years, Mother Earth has existed for a long time, and countless years of changes have made many beautiful places on beautiful land. Dense trees, enchanting flowers, lovely animals and strange scenery. When you walk in it, you will feel the mystery of nature and scenery.
Streets and alleys have changed from adobe houses and mud roadshows to today's prosperity. Each of these buildings is taller than the other. On the brand-new Youbai Road, countless cars galloped. Colored neon lights illuminate the night, leaving only a curved moon in the dark sky. Walking in the streets, the high technology of this era has already eliminated those simple old times. Feel the changes of the times, what we can do is to make a little contribution to this country and the world.
Gorgeous paintings, exquisite statues, sweet piano sounds and beautiful dance art make people relax when they are tired, which is also a good choice for people to relax. It can also be a hobby and skill of people. Every time I hear melodious songs, it's like walking in an endless art gallery and feeling the infinite mystery of art.
We can find countless styles, pursuits, plots and ideas in the book. Books are the ladder of human progress and the spiritual food of human beings. In Yuan Qu of Tang Poetry and Song Poetry, we can feel the joys and sorrows of the poet and the wonderful artistic conception that the poet wants to express. In the novel, we can experience wonderful stories, can be integrated into the story, and can be excited, worried, painful and tearful for the protagonist. In masterpieces, you can touch the truth of the world. Walking in the long river of books, books enrich our hearts.
The kindness and warmth of the world have made countless people feel warm. Every time I appeal to the society, donate money to the disaster-stricken areas, donate money to poor mountain villages and donate money to orphans, it will always attract many people's approval and help. What do you do when you see a beggar in the street and on the roadside? Ignore him and walk past him; Cast a sympathetic eye, but be indifferent? Or laugh at him and satirize him? I think only a few people will think and do this. There will always be kind people, as long as they have money in their pockets, even a dollar can make them eat delicious food. Walk in kindness and warmth, and be a kind person.
Walking on the road of life, there are always some bumps. Have a good feeling of life, which is our harvest on the road of growth, priceless and unique treasure!
When the geese in the south began to return to their native land, when the snow in the mountains began to melt, when small buds appeared on the fallen branches, and when the withered grass began to spit out buds, I knew that the long-awaited spring had arrived. Although the whereabouts are so quiet and the footsteps are so long, I still feel her attractive fragrance and sultry breath.
Isn't it? The sunshine in spring is so amiable, and the gently falling sunshine caresses the faces of all creatures, which is so comfortable and warm that all creatures become "greedy".
In spring, the earth began to recover, and under the blue sky, the boundless snow disappeared; Thin and dry rivers are becoming more and more abundant; The quiet forest becomes full of vitality; What's more, the thoughtful little bee sang a cheerful and lively Spring Festival song and wrote a 700-word composition in the spring.
In spring, people retired from the wool hat wrapped all winter, revealing a smiling face like a red rose in full bloom, dazzling. Because, after experiencing the cold winter of piles of bonfires, bowls of hot soup and bunches of wintersweet, people really realized how precious the grace given by nature is.
In spring, people shoulder the bags needed for the journey, take on a responsibility, bid farewell to their parents and warm home, and start another year of hard work; Start working hard in the fertile soil of life.
All this is presented in people's field of vision, forming a colorful picture scroll intertwined with flowers and grass, mountains and water, red and green, nature and society. When people are enjoying these things, they really feel the value of spring: "A year's plan lies in spring".
So, I want to say: spring is beautiful. Spring brings people red and green festivals, in which people bless each other, shoot guns to celebrate, sing and dance, go hiking and sow the seeds of hope. Spring brings writers and poets materials that inspire their creation and produces immortal masterpieces. Spring brings vigorous courage to doers, and also creates the rapid development of our society with each passing day; Spring brings vitality to the elderly, which makes them live longer to see the sun, which is all his glory; Spring has brought children a rainbow of dreams and set up a ladder to the ideal kingdom for each of them; Spring brings beautiful girls and handsome boys whispers of love and charming garlands of love. ...
Good spring, beautiful spring, warm spring makes people very comfortable. Therefore, I love this beautiful spring and I love this colorful world. However, I love this life full of spring more!
When I was young and naive, I always felt that the second day of junior high school was far away for us, and that time passed slowly. However, how can we expect that, unconsciously, the old man slipped away from his broad fingers, taking away a year's time and some people and things that we love deeply and are reluctant to lose.
Nowadays, when we are in a strange second year, we sometimes spend a lot of time wandering, and we begin to think about "life"-a wonderful life in our eyes. However, we will still leave some moments of growth, from the youth of the first day to the maturity of the second day. We also learned a lot in the process of growing up.
Part 1 adapt to "what, we have to change the head teacher?" The day before the start of school, the news that our class teacher will be changed in the new school year has spread all over the class QQ group.
As a monitor, I reluctantly released this announcement in the group at first. I didn't expect all the students who dive on weekdays to come out and discuss in the group. It just exploded. In just a few minutes, the number of group messages has exceeded 100. News content is nothing more than a bunch of crying faces and a bunch of "why".
I blocked the news and threw myself into bed. What haunts me is the speculation about the new class teacher.
Woke up the next day, it was already dawn.
I went to school. When I signed up for the comprehensive building, I met the new head teacher for the first time-a completely strange face, a name I had never heard before, and a complete stranger.
However, no matter how strange you are, under the action of time, you will eventually become familiar. We all firmly believe this, so we all try to learn to adapt ourselves.
On the second day of reason, we grew older, but we were no longer good children.
I remember when we were in class, we would always make the teacher blow his beard and stare, but we still laughed there. I remember yawning in some classes that we thought were "extremely boring". I remember that we have been perfunctory about the homework assigned by the teacher or copying other people's homework.
The class teacher told us that such a class spirit should not exist.
We all lost in thought and stopped talking.
Maybe you still remember our original intention. That is our strong slogan-"Class Three, extraordinary!"
We have worked hard for this original intention, but it is still not enough. Presumably, I will not give up in the future, and I will not lose my mind. I will try my best to erase my shortcomings.
Walking in the second day of junior high school, we learned more than that. Everything is condensed into something called growth, which is the most precious and beautiful gift given to us by the second day of junior high school.
Walking on the edge of my hometown, there is an unknown hill. That mountain is not as majestic as Mount Tai, as strange as Guilin Mountain, nor as beautiful as Emei Mountain, but it has a natural beauty, a unique beauty, which has not been artificially decorated.
The car drove slowly into the valley, and you saw clusters of wild flowers swaying in the wind. I looked up at the mountain and saw clouds hovering at the summit, like a long dragon. I vaguely saw pine trees standing halfway up the mountain. They stand upright and stand tall, like guards guarding their homes.
The mountain road became steeper and steeper, and finally became a stone road. Thick springs gasped and gushed out from the cracks in the stone, and the car shook violently, splashing pieces of water.
Walking along the rushing spring, the crystal clear lake water comes into view. The towering trees by the lake are lush, with branches and leaves like a giant umbrella, which are reflected on the water. As long as the breeze gently blows over the lake and the water waves ripple, the green will dance like a ribbon. Small fish play at the bottom of the water and play hide-and-seek by mossy rocks. "plop!" A stone fell into the water, rippling in the water, and the alert fish scattered.
The car bumped and the mountain became steeper and steeper. Looking around, I saw pines and cypresses, green grass and clouds, and I felt like a dream, as if I had entered a fairyland. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and finally only white fog can be seen, and the valley becomes more mysterious.
"Tick, tick!" Small raindrops fell from the sky, first one drop, then a few drops, and finally turned into pouring rain and poured down. In an instant, it was raining all over the world. Raindrops make a clear sound on the tree, "Ding-dong!" It's like dripping on the keys. "Brush brush", listen, is the rain washing away the dark green and light green of trees?
At this time, the rain gradually stopped. First, a warm sunshine shone on the earth. Later, there was a happy cry of birds, as if pouring out the joy of bathing after rain. The little squirrel is running happily on the ground, feeling the softness of the soil. The sky is bluer, and the green leaves are still stained with water drops, showing dripping green in the warm sunshine. This rain-baptized mountain has taken on a new look, adding a new stroke to this beautiful natural picture.
In fact, the beauty of nature is so simple, fresh and naturally decorated.
Walking in the natural scenery, I was deeply intoxicated by the beautiful atmosphere.
Walking on the second day of composition 10, the world never stopped, so I happened to meet you at that moment.
It's raining outside, but the classroom is quiet, leaving only the rhyme of "the past is separated from the sea, and the old house is gone" and the sound of the heartbeat at that time. If it weren't for the episode of power failure, it might be several years before we completely separated the two worlds with an umbrella on the same dark day, but our fingertips touched the faint raindrops.
Today's rain is wanton, and it seems that I finally can't help suppressing the silence of a summer. However, I am still a little awake while I am crazy. Although I don't live underground, it can only be a very short and thin one, falling quietly to the ground like cotton thread and snowflake. Therefore, only the voice of the earth's call sign can prove its existence and represent its voice.
Then, the rain turned into gauze and was placed on every edge of the world, so the campus was hidden and we were only in our inner fantasies. In an instant, that layer of gauze became two relative separation towers, which seemed to be separated by only a few feet, but seemed to be separated by a hundred feet. Rain, like smoke and fog, blurs the world and satisfies the soul. Everything in the rain is like a painting. Although the body is inseparable, the mind can cross the sea. Nature is sketching, raindrops are leaving blank, things are waiting in nature, and we are like painting the sea.
At this time, my thoughts will sail with the rain. In a trance, I seem to see the autumn rain hitting the swing of my childhood. The stream is turned into an ocean by the rain, and the scattered flowers bloom for the last time in the rain. The woman on the bridge is holding an oil umbrella and singing ancient melancholy.
The sound of reading came to an abrupt end, my thoughts returned to reality, the rain was no longer dense, and the last blow sounded.
Rain can be an umbrella waiting for a lifetime, and an umbrella can also be the fate of rain, but the beauty of the world should not pass us by, because in this world we are not only passers-by, but also listeners.
Listen to the spring rain, and you can see that spring has returned to the earth. Go to see the summer rain, you can meet the standing red lotus, feel the autumn rain, you can understand life, touch the winter rain, you can endure bitterness and silence.
All the good things in the world are accidental, so you don't have to be deliberate or importune. Listen to the rain once, watch the rain once, don't be a numb passerby, be a thoughtful person in the landscape.