School is over, and the raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping down from the sky and landing safely on the ground. The raindrops are connected together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes. The rain sprinkled down, and crystal water droplets condensed on the leaves of various flowers and plants. The rain fell from the sky like thousands of silver threads, and a row of drainage drops fell from the eaves, like beautiful bead curtains.
It was a little cold, a little cool, and I felt a little helpless. I walked alone in the dark night, trembling a little, my body shrank, and my heart was trembling. I couldn't see clearly the road ahead and where to go. I felt confused and felt a little tight in my chest. I looked around. The deserted streets seemed deserted, and I felt that the whole world was about to give up on me. Tears have already fallen while I was hesitating...
My ideal is to be a painter and paint a colorful world with the brush in my hand. My ideal is to be a housing designer and spread the wings of my imagination to build a variety of houses. My ideal is to be a teacher and fulfill my obligation to cultivate batches of elite backbones for the motherland. My ideal is to be a doctor and use my ability to save people's lives.
Those charming chrysanthemums, after careful cultivation and arrangement, appear more colorful and profound in artistic conception. Some of them are elegant and graceful, some are surrounded by flowers and have dancing figures; some are exquisite and handsome. , vivid and vivid, people often place them in the corridors of halls, courtyards, balconies, or plant them on the roadside in front of the fence behind the house, and arrange them with rocks, trees, and grass in the pavilion.
I praise chrysanthemums, because chrysanthemums in autumn are rich in color, colorful and very beautiful. There is fire-like red, in full swing; there is golden yellow, sparkling gold; there is snow-beating white, extremely pure; there is delicate pink, light and elegant; there is elegant purple, and there are precious green, orange and half-purple Half-yellow white mixed with yellow, red with white..., against the background of green leaves, it looks more charming. The colors are as colorful as the Tianchi, which makes people never tire of it.
At this time, my mother walked out of the kitchen. When she saw that I was still in bed, she said: "Oh, why don't you get up? Hurry up." I criticized my mother while getting dressed: " Mom, you opened the back door again. You have to treat the boss to dinner after changing your work. Can't you rely on your true ability?" Mom got a little angry and said, "What do you know about this kid? Get dressed quickly?" I had to keep silent.
She laughed! Her voice is sweet and crisp, and she has two small dimples on her face, which is very cute. She is fat and loves to tell stories. During class, he was very attentive, actively raised his hands to speak, and his language was also very rich. In the eyes of the teacher, she is a cute little girl, and in the eyes of her classmates, she is a little angel who loves to laugh. Once, someone said that she was a little meatball and very ugly. But she still has those endless smiles on her face.
Childhood is an unforgettable time of innocence. Every time I listen to the familiar melody of this ballad, I can't help but think of my childhood. Everyone has their own beautiful childhood, and childhood contains our sorrows and sorrows... There were many ironic and funny things in my childhood, which were as bright as the stars at night.
Maybe it’s because I have a special affection for the lotus, but I paid special attention to the phrase “one-legged lotus”. If you think about it carefully, yes, lotus flowers always bloom in the middle of lotus leaves. There are "lotus leaves that reach the sky with infinite green" and only then there are "lotus flowers that reflect the sun and are uniquely red". If there is really only one lotus flower blooming alone, it looks like a shadow from a close distance, but there is no trace from a distance, how cute would it be?
Although my mother has a bad temper, she is not very tall, has short hair, bright eyes, and always smiles at people. My mother is very strict with me. When she sees me playing without finishing my homework, her face immediately changes from sunny to cloudy, and I have to do my homework quickly. When she sees that I do my homework well, she will praise me.
It can be seen that there is no born knower, and neither does genius. Although people have different talents, they mainly come from hard work and diligent study.
There is nothing in the world that cannot be learned. The question is whether you are willing to learn. If you develop the habit of studying hard and diligently from an early age, you will be more talented than the average person. However, people mistakenly think that they are geniuses and praise them as prodigies. In fact, geniuses The talents of prodigies are mainly acquired through hard work and hard work.
A beautiful flower alone cannot dress up a beautiful spring. Only by integrating into a united collective can individuals achieve grand goals. Therefore, only by sincere unity can a country and a nation stand on its own in the world and pursue progress and development. In particular, we young people who are the successors of the new century should learn to unite so that we can gain a foothold in society. Inheriting and carrying forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation is also our unshirkable responsibility as descendants of Yan and Huang.
"Forbearance" is the way, a hard way full of wisdom, and also the way we rely on to succeed. "A small impatience will ruin a big plan." Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, is a typical example. The soldiers were pressing down on the border, and he was walking down the Wujiang River. He could have swallowed his anger and escaped from danger, but he said "I have no face to see the elders from Jiangdong" and gave up the hope of survival, narrowly missing success. If he puts up with the humiliation, it's unclear whether he can make a "comeback".
The sound of singing is like flowing clouds and flowing water, allowing people to relieve their worries and swim in it. It's like a surging wave or a terrible wave, beating you and writing the emotions settled in your heart. In an instant, you feel that the sound of the cicada is like a wild wave pulling away the sand, snatching away the light sorrow that you hold tightly in your hand. When the sound of cicadas also has language as sweet and gentle as the night, it should be a love song...