There is a good saying in the composition 1: "Laugh often when you are happy, and live a long life."
There are many kinds of smiles. There is a smile in the night sky.
On a quiet night, there are no clouds in the dark blue sky, only stars all over the sky. I feel a little depressed.
Looking up, there is a bright moon hanging in the air. It seems that when the wind blows, it falters. Standing for a long time, I feel the moon at my fingertips. Slowly, she seemed to open a pair of confused eyes and smiled at me.
The wind is blowing, and my eyes are narrowing. Let this charming smile bloom in the quiet night sky, open the window of my heart and let the light of memories flow in.
It is said that the moon is the hometown of people's attachment or their dead relatives. Everyone can get comfort from the moon. Li Bai said the true meaning: "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." Du Fu even revealed his personal feelings: "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! "Zhang Jiuling went even further, comparing the moon to acacia:" The moon, full of growth, has crossed the sea now, and the horizon is * * * at this time. "
As a result, my long feelings were involved in a few words, which was a bit bitter. Ten years of life and death, the vast world, my most unforgettable is that moonlit night. I was lying in my grandmother's arms, and she taught me the first poem in my life. Her own doggerel "Moon Baba" came with me, with a snake in front.
The moon is my grandma. Through this flowery face, I feel my grandmother's deep love as the sea.
From her temperament, I found love; From her words, I saw far-reaching; From her smile, I found kindness; From her, I found perseverance.
In her soul, I washed my heart; In her kindness, I read tolerance; Under her gaze, I learned to be strong.
Whether sad or happy, just stare at the moon. My mood is like a clear spring, which gradually calms down. The days I spent with the smiling moon are my exile home.
There is always something in the pages of memory. Even after a thousand years, when you turn this yellow page, you will be awakened by that moment. -inscription
Time is ruthless, and what is happening is the past. What it can change is the face that makes people old, while what is conserved is the memory that will not be washed away. Those days, we walked together.
Remember this song? "Once I wanted to sing, I was the brightest. You gave me a dream. I bravely rushed forward and patted me on the shoulder." This is our pride, our pride. When rehearsing this song, we recall the past and cherish the present. Full of happiness, at this time we turn into songs and release.
Remember that empty playground? We used to walk in neat steps and shout the fiery slogan: "Aim high and forge ahead". That is, we strive for collective honor and ignore our own hard work. Despite the sweat on our cheeks, we still have no distractions and high morale.
Remember that award? In the cold winter, our enthusiasm will not be frozen. In order to avenge the past, even if my hands are dyed red with rope, I will do whatever it takes. I will never forget the scene where my classmates wiped their mouths with red hands after class. Whether it is sweat or tears, we are no strangers; Whether we succeed or fail, we are winners: whether in the future or now, we are still getting more and more depressed. The original unruly, once "running in different directions", is now United as one. At that moment, they all condensed into the strength of a rope: the support of cheering again and again: the gentleness of comforting each other.
The time we spent together is a nostalgia, a trace of memory, a deja vu and an unforgettable experience.
Time flies, too fast. We did it together, with you and me, with wind and rain, with gorgeous rainbows, deep blessings and unforgettable memories. After all, we used to walk together in early spring and late summer, when flowers bloom and fall.
The days we walked together, composition 3, are the days when we are far away from loneliness, whether with family or friends. These days, because of the company, we are no longer lonely.
Through the days with family, we understand that companionship is the foundation of family affection. If it weren't for the days when my parents were not around when I was a child, I wouldn't know the days when I was with my parents, which would make me understand the value of family ties and the love of my parents. It can be said that I didn't understand what affection was until my parents began to live with me. When they are busy with their work and neglect to live with me, I always don't know how to face the world and how to get in touch with it. Later, in the days I walked with my family, I no longer felt lonely, but also learned how to love my family and the world in the company. It is conceivable that only by walking through the life with your family can you understand that there will be affection with company.
Through the days of getting along with friends, we understand that companionship is the guarantee of friendship. Just like the company of my family, I didn't understand what friendship was like until I had the company of my friends. With company, we have the opportunity to meet and understand strangers, and also have the opportunity to become friends and have friendship. Accompanying is walking together. Only by going through some important days in life together can we become friends and touch our friendship deeply. This kind of friendship will help us get rid of loneliness, just like my family accompanying me, we will no longer feel lonely.
Try to live with your family and friends! You will no longer feel lonely, and you will learn how to accompany others. The most important thing is that we will understand the value of family and friendship, and the days we walked together are the days worth recording in life.
The days we walked together composition 4 Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, green life can be described as colorful, hurried time can be described as running water, looking back at the depths, the spring dream is short and deep, only remembering the days we walked together.
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1, it's fun to be with friends.
Walking in the jungle of life, my friend, shining among 365 leaves. I don't have to pay attention to that crazy attack, that chilling cry, that unreasonable accusation and friendship, which washed away all the unhappiness. I opened Pandora's box and watched the flowers of friendship bloom, releasing intoxicating fragrance. At this time, my whole soul was covered with this wanton fragrance, and the world was drunk. My friend, the days spent with you make me worry all the time. I have you in my life, so why bother asking for it?
2, accompanied by books, fun.
Lost in Xi Murong's faint "Summer Smoke Sorrow", the soul is cultivated in the golden house, rippling in Bing Xin's meaningful "Spring Water Stars", savoring the most sincere love in the world, swaying in Sima Qian's strong "Historical Records", feeling the charm of history, trudging through long ancient poems, and tasting the feeling that "Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the sky is high and the clouds are light and the night is clear". "I fell asleep with a book on my pillow. I accidentally walked from the lotus flower of Li Qingzhao to the deep courtyard of Lu You ... Books and the days I spent with you made me miss you all the time. What do you want in my life?
3, accompanied by music, fun.
The night is as cool as water. Listening to "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" in the moonlight reminds me of you, A Bing, an artist who walks alone in a cold street. I wish you the best in my heart, feel the surging symphony of destiny, taste the ancient and touching love legend and music of Butterfly Lovers, and the days we have spent together. Let me depend on you forever in my life.
Friendship is accompanied by book fragrance, and book fragrance is accompanied by melody, which greets my heart on the road of life. In the days we walked together, we left a series of magnificent footprints. The days we walked together, like broken glass in the pure sky, sprinkled my life in the sun and lit up every inch of my life sky.
In my life, there is an "elf" that can enrich the culture of my soul. It has a special "ability" that can fascinate me. The ink in its belly is tactfully expressed on paper. Yes, its name is "Book". The contents of the book include not only fairy tales in real life and imagination, but also characters with distinctive personalities. There are both classic works by famous artists and classic poems by ancient poets. In short, it just attracts me. Look, it is going to do magic again. Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling.
The above short passage with special meaning is a beautiful poem transformed from it. Not bad. It's a short clip from "Stars in Spring Water" written by the famous cynical writer Bing Xin. I remember at that time, I didn't like books that I couldn't understand. Later, the teacher told me that to understand the emotions involved, we should not believe everything in the book, but understand the meaning in the book in order to understand the book thoroughly. Also pay attention to taking notes. I am practicing eating books. A series of stories happened.
I annotated the book in the way the teacher said. However, I can't comment, I can only write some useless things. I was almost desperate. Do I really have no books? At this moment, I suddenly looked up, a line of glittering words floated in front of me, and I got up from where I fell. Failure is the mother of success. I froze, and everything in time seemed to freeze at this moment. It suddenly dawned on me that I should capture instant inspiration. Look at my comments again. It's really scary. I crossed out the comments I wrote before, wrote down the new ideas I just thought of and read them through several times. I suddenly felt that my heart was suddenly untied.
In the days when I walked with the book, I not only realized the depth of the book, but also understood how to interpret it well. This is a book that enriches my life. It's a book, which makes me understand the author's profound meaning. In a word, the days we spent with books are happy and full, guiding people in the deep valley to go up.
From that year on, I got to know her. Since then, my life has been gradually changed by her, and I got tired of her and became one with her.
I remember I met her in a summer vacation, when I passed a bookstore. At first sight, I was deeply attracted by her, and I started a love that never looked back.
Since her arrival, I have changed-I am no longer complacent about my excellent grades, because she said in my ear, "Modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind"; She didn't feel sad after failure, but summed up the lessons, because she whispered in my ear: "Failure is the mother of success"; Become honest and strong ... On her body, birds can fly out, flowers can float out, springs can flow out, and light can be emitted. ...
Of course, people are sad sometimes. I remember that during the break, I was chatting with her, and the bell rang. I was still unfinished, so I started a "tunnel war" with my teacher in math class. I whispered to the teacher as soon as she left. However, after all, students are not as clever as teachers, and nothing can escape the teacher's eyes. Finally, the story came to light and she was asked to leave by the teacher. We were apart for a few days. The teacher called me to the office, and my heart was pounding like a deer. The teacher educated me and she finally came back to me. Since then, we have all separated.
Under her guidance, I got rid of bad habits; With her encouragement, I became lively and confident; Under her influence, I became smart and sensible; Under her guidance, I became good at learning and thinking. ...
She is the book.
The days with her are full of all kinds of joys, and I feel very happy and full. I'm not alone with her. Author: Tian
The days we walked together Composition 7 The days when I had half a book made me feel the beauty of the world and the wonderful life.
The first book I read was 100,000 Why, which made me fondle admiringly. At that time, I will be excited to know why noodles are burnt and how bees collect honey. I know, I'm in love with books.
Every rainy afternoon, I will sit by the window, holding a book in my hand, listening to the sound of "rustling" and letting my thoughts drift away with the plot in the book ... slowly, I find that something inexplicable begins to impact my heart, and there seems to be something in my mind that wants to generate. In a daze, want to write something. So, I read, I write, I think, I write. My writing level has been greatly improved. I feel the magic charm of books from it.
The days spent with books are dreamy and beautiful.
The book contains endless aesthetic treasures: the tragic beauty of "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever"; The sublime beauty of "who has never died since ancient times, keeping the heart of Dan as a mirror of history"; The fighting spirit of "Changfeng sometimes breaks the current and straightens my Yun Fan across the deep sea" is beautiful; The philosophical beauty of "Qian Fan on the edge of the shipwreck, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree"; The natural beauty of "work at sunrise and rest at sunset" Charming beauty, too beautiful for me to extricate myself.
The days I spent with books were intoxicating and touching.
Reading will sublimate my thoughts. Reading "If you give me three days of light" makes me feel sad for the unfortunate fate of Helen Keller, and at the same time I know how happy I am, which also makes me more persistent. Reading How Steel was Tempered made me deeply shocked by the protagonist's will and made me more energetic. I will think, feel and struggle with the characters in the book.
The days I spent with books were wonderful.
A happy life with books.
She is a breeze in a sad day, gently brushing away the sadness in my heart for you.
She is a bright light in failure and depression, silently driving away the haze of the soul for you.
She is a good teacher on the road of life, and she will enthusiastically lead you to success.
When the morning breeze blows slightly, when the stars wander, I always think of her unconsciously, thinking of the morning and evening that I walked with her, bit by bit.
She is very strict-strict management.
It was in her class that a classmate actually read extracurricular books. Without saying anything, the teacher walked up to the classmates and grabbed it. He asked him again, "Why do you read extra-curricular books in math class?" The classmate didn't speak, but the teacher saw it and slapped the classmate on the back with a book. He said coldly, "Come to my office after class." Later, this classmate admitted his mistake, and the teacher just reasoned with him without punishment, but her ruthless criticism always impressed us.
She cares about her students kindly.
That time, a classmate threw up in class, and the teacher asked other students to help her get some air outside, followed by her warm greetings and concern. How do you feel? Is your stomach still upset? If you still feel uncomfortable, tell the teacher ... a few thoughtful words constitute the warmest memories in our lives.
She is humorous-she studies happily.
In class, the teacher always smiles. Sometimes guess a riddle to arouse everyone's enthusiasm, and sometimes arrange a quick answering session to enliven the classroom atmosphere. She is humorous and leads us to study happily.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the full moon is rare. Fragmented memories make up a beautiful life. The days I spent with her were as bright as the sun.
The warm spring in March is sprinkled on the buds of new life, and the touch of green thrives under the comfort of spring. The warm breeze brings cordial greetings, and the drizzle selflessly nourishes the new buds and jointly brews the dream of blooming.
Qin Qing Chunguang
"Niu Niu wants to take the senior high school entrance examination, so she has to work hard." Grandma's warm exhortation lingers in my ears like a trickle. Cousin's affectionate explanation is like a shower, watering my thirsty soul. My mother cooked a nutritious dinner carefully, and my father was busy reviewing the materials ... My family worked hard for me every day, giving me care and care like bright spring, melting the contradictions and anxiety before the exam, wrapped in the warmth and sweetness of love, thinking that I was rushing forward and giving me endless energy on my way forward.
Shifeng
Due to the mild spring breeze, the warm and cold days in early spring are not as rampant as in winter. The fun of winter vacation is like a time bomb. When the fuse of the exam was lit, it finally showed its great strength. A few days after the start of school, the exam is like a heartless stone, refusing to move even a little. I never thought of the hysteria of the storm, but I ushered in the warm wind. The teacher's stern admonition and tireless explanation blew away the closed heart hit by the wind and rain, and his kind smile and relieved encouragement inspired the fighting spirit to move forward. The teacher's love, like a bright light on the road ahead, illuminates my front.
Friendship drizzle
"The latest review materials have been released, welcome to snap up." Lao Liu humorously praised the new password for senior high school entrance examination. It is difficult to get to the topic of the sky, lie quietly at the table, sigh a few times, and then write intensively. We have never relaxed our friendship because of competition. After class, the partners worked hard to sit forward and bend forward, teaching each other experiences, discussing problems and discussing together. The scenes of classmates' affection moistened their youth growth like drizzle.
Looking back, I accidentally caught a glimpse. I don't know when, the green shoots have already borne flower bones, weaving the ideal of blooming. Looking back on the days we walked together, the meticulous care of relatives, the careful care of teachers and the encouragement of classmates are deeply engraved in my heart.
The sun in June seems to have emerged from the horizon, but walking hand in hand with you has enriched my strength. The sky welcomes me with open arms and a smile.
On the day we walked together, the composition 10 "Baby, baby, baby, oh ..." The song spread to every corner of the carriage, everyone's face was filled with excitement and happiness, everyone's smile was so dazzling, cheers and applause set off the class 19: happy, sunny, happy atmosphere ...
This trip is destined not to be lonely. /kloc-the students in class 0/9 are so sunny, lively and youthful! They are like budding buds, with vigor and longing, re-examine the world with wide eyes and find that there is such a big garden in this world, which can accommodate all their joys and hopes, bring them vitality and release their most brilliant fragrance.
Look, this car is full of people! The cheering person is laughing, and the singer is smiling shyly. Where are the people clapping? They sang, danced and shouted, which was very lively. Just then, a burst of boos came up: "Miss Tang, sing! Teacher Tang, sing! " I saw that the teacher touched his head embarrassedly and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you that I am tone deaf!" " "19 class students don't let go, don't mind at all. On the contrary, they shouted louder. At last, the teacher made the students sing, but he slipped away.
Look, a beautiful woman with a pigtail and a lovely nose comes along. Isn't that Stuart? As soon as she opened her mouth, she knocked the audience over. The pure British and American accent is vividly interpreted in her mouth, and the rhythm is like drumming. Her singing seems to be born for English songs!
Stewart's song "Baby" just came up, and the whole car applauded and sang along. Even the teacher was knocked down by the enthusiasm of his classmates and couldn't help saying, "Next time I will go to KTV to open a VIP room, and the whole class will sing together!" With the singing, "Oh" saw the students in Class 19 dancing and cheering. In this way, the car went with the wind, and the wind was mixed with cheers, singing and laughing to celebrate this beautiful day.
/kloc-class 0/9 came with fiery enthusiasm. They hold their heads high and have high morale, they are the embodiment of enthusiasm, they are the representatives of sunshine, and they are a United collective! Hand in hand, walk together! /kloc-class 0/9, come on!
Time is like fine sand flowing through your fingers and slipping away unconsciously. Primary school life is fleeting. In these five years, the days we walked together, whether bitter, happy, nervous or confused, are unforgettable.
Step into the school gate, cross the long corridor, and you come to the school playground. On the long runway, we can vaguely see us in the 500-meter test in physical education class. After running for half a lap, we were so tired that we were breathless, with beads of sweat on our foreheads and weak feet, but we continued to insist. On the lawn in the inner ring of the playground, I seem to see us walking in "small steps" in the summer sun, staggered by each other's funny gestures, and laughter resounded through the sky; There is also a tug-of-war with Class 4, and each of us tried our best. Cheers, shouts and celebrations of victory are ringing in our ears with memories!
At the end of the road along the teaching building, several magnolia trees were planted. When the flowers bloom, the elegant magnolia flowers dance on the branches like the holy spirit, which is extremely elegant. I still remember when we were in the fourth grade, the teacher took us to sketch under the magnolia tree. From the bottom up, the blooming magnolia is graceful, like a noble fairy, and its petals are white and transparent, like jade carvings. We are all immersed in the beauty of magnolia and draw paper with our heart. To this day, I still have that immature but painstaking painting.
In a blink of an eye, I came to the parking lot of the campus bus again, thinking of the spring outing and autumn outing we participated in together, the beautiful suburbs in spring, the zoo in crisp autumn and the haunted house we visited together, all of which left us with good memories.
Those scenery, those people and those things are the most beautiful and precious wealth on the road of life! I will always cherish and cherish the days we passed together!
Autumn wind, like a sharp sickle, scraped from the tree, and the half-green and half-yellow leaves brushed down, which made people feel a little more cool. I bent down to pick up a leaf and put it in the book at hand. Suddenly I paused and fell into endless memories.
I remember that she was an extremely optimistic girl, and whenever, there was a sweet smile on her lips. I once laughed at her: I am afraid that smile is synonymous with you. Of course, as a student, she can't escape the big "magic hand" of the exam! She sat there in silence with a cold expression instead of her old smile. My intuition tells me that she is crying. I finally understand why a careless person suddenly sitting there quietly makes people feel distressed. I leaned over and she looked up at me with a mist in her eyes. She patted me: Why did you do so well in the exam? "I paused, and she patted me again:" You wait, I will work hard next time! " She still won't give up: "If you don't do well in the next exam, I will strangle you. "In order to show sincerity, she even pinched my neck." Haha, "I giggled," so you always envy me! Hehe! " "Who envies you!" She turned her head and said. In the huge classroom, two hearts are closer together.
Time is like a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it will be a year. She has left the school scum team and joined the school bully league. Perhaps, others will be surprised at her progress! However, only I know how late she recited every night and how many exercises she did. Only I know how beautiful her confident smile was when she won the first prize.
Time has cast a thick layer of dust on good memories. We haven't seen each other since that autumn. I hope time can go back and go back to the moment when we met.
The west wind suddenly rose, and the page quickly turned to the first page, on which was her elegant font: May time not grow old, and we will never leave! But now, I can only say: things are people, not everything, tears flow first, may the years be quiet and you be well!
Every time I look at graduation photo and familiar faces, I think of the brilliant achievements we have made in unity and forge ahead; Every time I open the class homepage and look at the footprints left by everyone, I think of the days we walked together.
I still remember that in the fifth grade, the school held a tug-of-war competition in the fifth grade soon after the start of school, and we were all dancing with joy. On the playground, every class is ready to try. We are in class 10, and we are still behind. We watch other classes' games and learn from them. When we arrived in our class, our cheerleading team first gave our opponents a scare. We turned the volume up to the maximum and encouraged the players in our class: "Come on, come on, 10 class will win!" Not to be outdone, opponents shouted loud slogans. The game officially started, and our opponents pulled us to their side. Our class thinks in one place and works hard in another. At that critical moment, our class United as one and pulled the opponent directly to our side. As soon as the PE teacher blew his whistle, he said loudly, "10 class won!" " The cheers of our class's victory suddenly sounded on the playground. The opponent went back to work in frustration. Teacher Li said, "Don't be proud, there is a competition!" " "
The last scene began with the teacher's whistle, and our two classes were neck and neck, deadlocked for a long time. As we all know, the most taboo in fighting is to fight for a long time, and so is this tug-of-war. It will consume physical strength for a long time. At this time, the cheerleaders cheered for the players again, and Zhao Qiang shouted "Pull!" The students tried their best to convince their powerful opponents. The PE teacher said with a big smile, "Congratulations on winning the first prize!" We cheered and went back to class happily with the first prize certificate. How great our class is!
Although we have parted ways, the school recorded all our glorious moments on the class homepage, and the days we spent together are worth remembering.
On the day we walked together, Xiao D was only a sophomore, and his exam results were average. He liked to think all the time on weekdays. On Sunday, Little D asked Xiao Wei out to watch a TV series behind his father's back. Xiao Wei is a girl with big eyes, a ponytail and a soft voice. Xiao Weiming knows that's not good, but he has to wait for Xiao D at the school gate.
Little D didn't expect Xiao Wei to agree with him. When he saw Xiaowei, he didn't know what to say. Did you come to rest early? Little d asked. Xiao Wei didn't say a word. Little D was embarrassed and could only say: then-then let's go home. Xiao Wei nodded his head.
Strangely, the two children walked across the cinema together. The traffic is very heavy, so Wei suggested taking the overpass.
Today, the weather is very good. Sunlight removes the cover of clouds and scatters sunlight evenly on everyone. On the overpass, there is sunshine on one side and shadows cast by tall buildings on the other.
As soon as Xiao D got on the overpass, he naturally chose the bright side. Little d likes sunshine very much. He likes the warm feeling and the beautiful color of the sun. Enjoy yourself and bathe in dazzling golden yellow. How happy I am! The sun is the happiest gift in the world. Little D looked back at Xiao Wei. Xiao Wei must like the sun, too, right?
Xiao Wei walked slowly, but when she reached the bridge, she was not with Xiao Ting. She walked on the other side of the overpass, the side with the shadow. Xiao Wei doesn't like sunshine very much, and always avoids golden light. There are many girls who like rainy days, shallow dark gray, a little melancholy, a little vague and illusory. But few people hate the sun like Xiao Wei. Every sunny day, Xiao Wei would rather get sick than go to the sun, although there are things that make her happy and excited. Xiao Wei walked with his head down. Suddenly he heard little D ask, why don't you come over? The sun is very comfortable on you. Xiao Wei waved. Come on, sunny! It's warm, bright and even smells good. Does the sunshine smell bad? Naturally, if you don't believe me, go back. Wei still shook his head. Come here quickly! Don't you like sunshine? Xiao Wei didn't answer, but asked little D: Do you know Kafka? I didn't answer. Did the overpass get into the car or leave in a hurry? ......
The days we walked together composition 15 kapok flowers bloom and fall, fall and open again. The five-year campus life of primary school is coming to an end. In the remaining time, I want to count the trees on campus, touch the grass on the playground and see every detail on campus. Familiar campus, scattered silhouette ...
When I came to the playground, the sunset described several figures flying by, sweating like rain. I still remember the class of physical education class in the fourth grade. The teacher asked us to practice standing. It wasn't long before I felt I couldn't hold on. However, seeing the seriousness of other students, I decided to stick to it, but I fainted. I didn't know until I woke up that it was my teachers and classmates who sent me to the infirmary. Back in the classroom, my classmates took good care of me. I still remember this warmth.
The library next to the playground is our favorite reading place. In the library, I saw the books we borrowed, Charles IX, Master Monster, Naughty Ma Xiaotiao … Ah! It is a "grass house" that was accidentally torn by classmates. There is thick glass glue on its cover. If we all love to protect books, this "tragedy" will not happen! On the bookshelf, there is a full set of Zach, a 24-hour agent, which is the hottest book in the class. Every time you borrow a book, it will be full. ...
Walking into the familiar classroom, the atmosphere of parting has quietly spread. The students no longer argue about who will clean the blackboard. The tables are arranged neatly and the ground is cleaned. The noise of the past turned into a parting message, and I wrote a QQ number to tell the other party that I didn't want to contact.
The wind blows the flowing red flag hanging at the door of the classroom, and it also flips my memory. I savor the past scenes carefully, which is really memorable. The wonderful days we passed together will remain in my heart forever.