He grew up around us. Maybe you think he has changed, but nothing else has changed. He is still such a towering white cloud. He stands high in the sky, but he is not lonely at all. With the blue sky, the air is consistent and the breeze is blowing.
Maybe this is a kind of freedom. Float wherever you want, see whoever you want, and float away without looking. She's amazing. She has a stream of water vapor, which provides people with water at a certain time.
If the fireworks in the sky are probably. Like white clouds.
He stands for freedom. Does freedom call it the best interpretation for us? Look at him, and he looks at us.
2. The topic "I have heard of such a thing" composition One night during the summer vacation, my mother and I went out to play.
When I was walking on the road, I looked up at the sky and saw the moon following me. Suddenly, I stopped and the moon stopped; I ran and the moon followed me.
Suddenly, I asked, "What, if I leave, will the moon go with us?" Mother listened and said with a smile, "The moon is very big and far away from us. What we see here is a very small moon rotating with the earth. " I don't think what my mother said is quite right. I also want to read scientific books about why the moon should go with us.
Later, I finally solved the mystery: it turns out that the moon is high in the sky, far away from us, and nothing can stop it. So, no matter where we go at night, we can see it, as if it has been following us.
I think this is really an interesting thing.
I have heard such a story composition. Once, we were strangers in the misty rain.
We never thought who would be my companion in the next second. Once, we never thought who would accompany us through the next journey and looked at the people around us, one by one.
Maybe I was dreaming, and the next second there was a prince or princess in a fairy tale. When one dream after another is swept into a real hurricane, you will never think of the next stranger you will meet in a gentle way.
Once, the most familiar place may not come back now; The person I know best may never be familiar with it again ... under the urging of time, my dream is slowly disappearing, but when I want to reach out and save it, I can no longer afford it. Now, the people around us are people we have never imagined, neither perfect nor prince and princess.
The people I used to know have gradually left me, but looking around, I am familiar now and once strange. Once, grandma seemed to be very annoyed with us, saying that we had too many "monkeys" and were too noisy, which always made her fidget.
Now, our former "monkeys" have all left grandma's yard, and every year when we go back, we feel that the huge yard is a little strangely silent. Grandma misses us now, but I can't go back.
Grandma's white hair years have faded. I know she misses our days very much, and it makes her heart cold to think about it. If grandma's loneliness now is a punishment for being "tired" of us, it is better to say that God has not understood a word "love".
Time will not stay for anyone at our request. The only thing we can do is to learn to cherish it in the limited time of life. Understand the "reluctance" once said.
This is a story, a novel written by time. I thought I was the protagonist, but later I found out that we were all just supporting roles.
It's no use trying to show our story that I'm the protagonist. Time is used to these things, and whether you are or not, you have to be dragged forward by them.
Missing will eventually be like rain, and our past must have an ending. Even if you indulge in this ancient road full of wind and rain, you can't hide that wandering heart.
Just like the rainy south of the city, all that remains is the past. Although the rain has been wiped away, it can no longer stand the next dawn! Rain may be the most beautiful moment, but why should we be sad when we have never met? It used to be so beautiful after a wandering afternoon.
We can hold up the brush and record what they think is important, but ignore our own choices. The real past may not be so beautiful and can't be appreciated by everyone, but it is the most beautiful part in our memory. It's a feeling that you can't remember once you remember it! Laugh or worry, but you must remember.
Choosing a city to die is a kind of past; Meeting a bald man is a kind of past; Talking about old love is a kind of past. Once, whether it was beautiful or unbearable.
However, you have to admit that one day you will tell the people you know best in a pleasant afternoon without any emotion. You will also say: I have heard such a story.
Write a 600-word composition describing the people and animals you have experienced or heard of. Everything in the world has feelings. I have always kept this sentence in mind, because nothing in this world is without feelings. However, I found that feelings are not only between animals, but also between people and animals.
That day, I was a third-grade pupil, and I began to do my homework on my desk automatically and consciously after school. My dog Doudou rubbed my feet when I was doing my homework, as if to say, "Master, please play with me for a while." Looking at its "poor" eyes, I had to stop writing and get distracted.
After playing for a while, a voice interrupted my game with Doudou. It turned out that my aunt came to urge me to do my homework quickly, so I had to do my homework obediently. In order not to bother Doudou with my homework, my aunt trapped Doudou in the toilet. Listening to its sad cry, I couldn't help carrying it out. Put it on the ground. I sat in a chair in front of my desk. He wants me to play with him, but I'm afraid he's trapped in the dark room again. I touched his head and said, "Good boy, I will play with you after I finish my homework, or they will trap you in the dark room of the toilet again." It seemed to understand what I said, and then lay at my feet, waiting for me to finish my homework.
Suddenly I want to cry, and tears are spinning in my eyes. Doudou seemed to see my tears and immediately rubbed them at my feet, as if to say, "Master, master, don't cry, don't you think I'm right in front of you?" Then I touched its little head and thought, why is it so cruel? Doudou is still so small. Why is it trapped in the toilet? Adults always interfere with other people's hobbies in the name of love. ...
Until now, this matter has been echoing in my mind. It tells me that everything has feelings, everyone, every flower, every tree, every inch of land, and of course animals.
When I heard that I was going to write a composition, I felt the feeling of writing a composition.
I used to feel that writing a composition was a headache and I didn't know how to write it. I'm like squeezing toothpaste. Every time I write a sentence, I use a calculator to calculate it, trying to make up the number of words stipulated by the teacher bit by bit. Fortunately, there were not many words in the composition, only 100- 150 words. My mother helped me write a better composition, and I gradually wanted to rely on my mother as soon as I wrote it. Later, my mother said, "son, you have to practice your own handwriting." At home, mom can tutor you. Can you take my mother to the examination room when you enter the university? " It doesn't matter whether you write well at first, as long as you write with your own brain, it is the best! "But I racked my brains and my composition was still a mess. Once the exam was off topic and only got 5 points. Isn't this enough to "reflect" my writing level at that time?
After the fourth grade, I practiced writing and diary more, and my writing level improved a little. I often get stars from teachers, so I'm not afraid to write my composition now. In retrospect, I feel ashamed. The composition was so interesting that I thought it was a terrible thing at that time! I mostly write some beautiful stories in my composition, and a diary is to write memorable things that happened in a day, whether it is joy, anger, sadness or joy. I prefer writing a composition, which is really like climbing a mountain. I was exhausted in the process of climbing, but after climbing to the top, I felt a sense of victory.
I think writing depends not on your grades, but on whether you are interested. Read more extracurricular books and learn to use good words and sentences to improve your composition. Some people can't remember, so they can read the book several times and remember it naturally.
Students, I think writing a composition should first get rid of fear and dependence. Write more, practice more and read more, and you will surely write well.