A bookmarked composition 1 One summer night, I locked myself in my room and lay at my desk, but I was not interested in studying. The noise of the fan makes me more upset. I was just about to get my mobile phone from the drawer. A bookmark was blown down in front of my eyes from a slightly yellow book by a fan.
This is the first bookmark I have ever used in my memory.
I still remember that a few years ago, I bought a book "Cultural Journey" in the bookstore, tore open the package, and the cover was blue and gray, with the author's elegant and free cursive script written on it, with a faint luster and a smell of sandalwood. There was a bookmark on the title page of the book, and I picked it up and studied it. There is an ink painting on the bookmark: an old man, dressed in linen and hat, walking in the Chung Shan Man. The faint figure is particularly small in the dense green hills. There are many obstacles in the road ahead, but his back is so vigorous and firm. Distress-This bookmark also corresponds to the title.
Attracted by this bookmark, I can't wait to start reading. This is the first time I have read a book with such interest. And this turn, I was immersed in the great rivers and mountains in this book. Bookmarks are getting farther and farther in the book. Finally, I put it at the back of the book. Cultural Journey was put back on the shelf by me, but this bookmark also accompanied me to start a "musical journey" of seeking knowledge.
In recent years, just like the person on the bookmark, my footprints in the mountains and rivers have become more and more dense. Bookmarks accompany me, taking me to appreciate the splendor of the western regions, appreciate the scenery of the northern country and listen to Jiangnan minor; Witnessed that the king of Qin swept Liuhe, experienced a chaotic regime and experienced the ups and downs of the world. Bookmarks have witnessed my little knowledge accumulation and brought me spiritual growth.
Picking up this bookmark again, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a few lines written on the back of the bookmark: "The road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and Xiu Yuan is Xi, so I will go up and down." Yes! The road ahead is long. Only through hard exploration and unremitting struggle can we cross this mountain!
I put my mobile phone back in the drawer, put the bookmark on the table, picked up the pen, sank down and began to study.
A bookmark composition 2 My favorite thing is a bookmark, which is a clever bookmark.
It looks very beautiful. There is a "delicate" peony flower embedded in a round glass frame, next to a long copper handle. Yellow flowers, pink petals, dark green drop-shaped leaves, like a sunny girl's face, are no less than really bright peony flowers. There is also a long plum blossom spike under the flower, which adds the antique charm of the small bookmark together.
This bookmark is a gift from my mother. My mother and I used to go to a bookstore called "between the lines" to read books. There are so many books and articles that I can travel in different worlds.
Once we went to read books as usual. Before we left, I suddenly found some beautiful bookmarks on the sales table, but I was immediately attracted by them. I stopped to study it carefully. Compared with those colorful and dazzling bookmarks, it seems to have an ancient and elegant beauty. So I begged my mother to buy it for me. Seeing that I like it so much, my mother readily agreed to this small request.
Since I have this bookmark, I like reading more. Every time I finish reading a book, I will carefully take out this bookmark, appreciate it first, savor the quietness, satisfaction and happiness brought by reading, and then gently stick it on the page. When I opened the book, it seemed to be waiting for me.
When one day, we came to this bookstore again, only to find that it was closed. At that moment, I was a little surprised and lost, but since then, I cherish this bookmark even more, because in the small bookmark, there are good memories of reading with my mother. ...
A Bookmark Composition 3 Once upon a time, there was a bookmark hanging beside my desk. Although it is very common, it has a different meaning to me.
That bookmark was given to me by my best friend when I was ten years old. It was also on that day that she left the city that once filled us with laughter because of the change of her parents' work. Before leaving, she gave me this bookmark made by herself and said; "Even if we live far apart, our friendship will not be cut off. This is my own bookmark. I hope it can continue to accompany you for me. " I wiped the tears from her eyes and carefully put this bookmark in the small pocket of my coat. I saw the light in her eyes when her parents greeted her. I waved to her vigorously and shouted, "I want to keep this bookmark!" " "She also shouted," If you don't take good care of it, I'll come back and lose my temper with you! " "From then on, I took it as a treasure and took it everywhere.
This bookmark makes me cry and laugh. When I see it, I will think of the happy bits and pieces of the past.
One summer vacation a few years later, my mother and I went to the grassland to play together. I still put the bookmark in my pocket. When my mother and I were sitting by the river, I took out my bookmark and shouted at the vast prairie, "Did you see it?" When you come back, let's play on the grassland together! "I really hope this wind energy will bring my words to her. When I got home, I was just about to put my bookmark away when a strong wind blew it into the river. I tried to jump into the river and get it back, but my mother caught me. This grassland suddenly changed color, there was no blue sky and white clouds, only strong winds and bookmarks drifting away-that Rizo carried the bookmarks of my friendship with her. ...
I broke my word, the bookmark was not kept well, and all the bits and pieces with her floated away. But, my friend, didn't you say that if I didn't save this bookmark, you would lose your temper with me? Why haven't you come back?
The bookmark on the bookshelf is missing, but I dream about it every night, and the happy time we had.
A bookmark composition 4 "Letter!" As soon as I entered the classroom, my good friend flew towards me, "Your letter!" " "I waved, grabbed the letter and opened it quickly. A delicate bookmark slipped quietly ... Looking at the signature in the letter, my heart could not help but stir up waves ... It turned out to be a letter from the judges of the "xx Composition Contest". Looking back at the beginning of the competition, I read some composition books every day, combined with my own experience and copied good words and sentences, and wrote a new one Every time I see any composition topic, I will write it carefully. After writing, I will repeatedly scrutinize the beautiful sentences and words in the article to make them show the center of the article. I worked hard for this competition. Along the way, after five passes and six generals, I finally reached the final. "On the battlefield", the master is like a forest, and I am so nervous that I am sweating. I got the test paper and saw the composition questions, but I didn't know where to start. Seeing that everyone is "working hard", I am more and more anxious. So, I said to myself: calm down, don't be nervous at this time!
After my mood stabilized, I examined the questions accurately and quickly listed the writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, my mind was full of thoughts, so I picked up a pen and wrote "Brush brush …". In a short time, the article was written. Writing, for me, seems to be an instinctive singing, which allows me to express my truest self on the manuscript paper. Maybe my childish pen and ink can't write beautiful articles, but I have put all my experiences and ideas into words. Watching it jump like an elf and become beautiful and vivid … Finally, my efforts were not in vain! In this essay contest, I have been working hard, and I have made achievements through unremitting efforts. Although it is only a small bookmark, it contains my heart and blood and sweat. Maybe many people look down on it, but money can't buy it. I will use it as the golden key to open the literary palace and continue to work hard, because reading is a pleasure and writing is a pleasure. I use my own words to record my joys and sorrows, and I write my life track with my heart. Now, this bookmark has been pushing me forward. ...
Bookmark composition 5 There is a small bookmark hanging in front of the desk. Every day, when I sit at my desk and watch the bookmarks reflect five colors of light under the sunlight, my heart will ignite a flame of progress.
Not long ago, there was an oral English contest at school, and many students signed up. When the teacher announced the news in my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that students who sign up can raise their hands. I didn't hesitate to raise my hand to sign up, but just as I was about to raise my hand, I seemed to be pinned down by something and fell down at once, and my heart was suddenly confused. "Can you do it yourself? What if you make a fool of yourself? With so many masters, your own level is definitely not good! " Many questions come to mind instantly. I watched others compete to sign up. I can't make myself feel confident. I'm wondering whether to attend or not. In the end, I didn't sign up, although I really wanted to take part in the competition.
When I got home, I lay in bed and kept thinking about the game. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong, so I told her about it and asked me if I wanted to take part in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always wish you could be confident and brave? Do you consider yourself a brave man? " "I am a brave man!" But after that, he bowed his head again. My sister didn't say anything more, so she handed me a bookmark. I picked up the bookmark, and a burning flame came into view, dazzling red. I turned it over. "The brave fearless. It is like a flame, which instantly ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my new room, and my whole body energy seems to be stimulated. " I see. "I signed up for the competition and achieved unexpected results. That little bookmark gave me great confidence and made me a truly brave person.
This bookmark, like a beacon of life, is an important leader of my life when I am confused!
There is always a small bookmark in front of my desk.
A bookmark composition 6 slowly opened the book in my hand, and a magnolia bookmark slipped gently from it. Although the bookmark has been made for a long time, it is only slightly brown, and a breeze blows from the window. The bookmark dancing on the table gently reminded me. This bookmark is a gift for me.
She carefully sealed the petals with tape and told me not to damage or dirty them when giving them to me, because Magnolia is noble, fragrant and beautiful. The first time I met Ning's family was in May, when Magnolia was in full bloom. She sat quietly under the magnolia tree, absorbed in reading, as if she were not in a space with the noisy crowd around her. As a fairy on earth, quiet and beautiful. A gust of wind blew, and the faint fragrance of flowers came to my face, and the aroma was diffuse. She seems to be more in line with magnolia. Later, I didn't expect to become classmates with her. I really want to know this woman who looks like a fairy. But what I didn't expect was that I would be separated from her like that after I finally became friends with her.
The last time I saw her was in the hospital. The faint smell of disinfectant in the air makes me uneasy. She still reads as carefully as when I first met her, but unlike then, her eyes and legs were wrapped in thick gauze, and she lost a lot of weight. "There you are." A faint smile floated on his pale face, and his temperament remained the same. "Well, I know you. Take good care of yourself and don't let everyone worry too much. " My heart hurts. She was so indifferent in such a serious car accident, but what kind of pain was hidden under this indifference. Silently, she pulled out a Zhang Yulan bookmark from her bag and handed it to me, saying, "I'm going to move to another place to see a doctor." Here you are. Please take good care of it. "Look at the way she looks like the wind is light and the clouds are light. When her nose is sour, she can't help crying. ...
Now, I don't know where she is or how she is. It's just that every time I see that bookmark, I think of her, a girl like Magnolia-Ning.
A Bookmark Composition 7 In the fourth grade, in order to let us read extra-curricular books better, the class held a "Bookmark Contest" to see who did the best. On the afternoon of the first day when the news was announced, everyone began to do it. Everyone wants to make a beautiful and exquisite bookmark.
In the class, some students are made of cardboard; Some are made of thick plastic plates; Some are made of colored paper, and some are made of geometric figures; Some are made into circles; Some are made into triangles, all kinds, some even extract poems or paste clip art on bookmarks, and some use bookmark lines.
I didn't know how to do it at first, so I watched others do it until the last night. I made a butterfly, which is called "butterfly" in the cartoon.
This butterfly bookmark absorbs the advantages of other students' bookmarks, such as using hard paper, bookmark line and colored pencil to prevent fading, but the marker line is still marked with pen and signature pen. I painted this butterfly lifelike, not too big or too small, just enough for ordinary books to put in. The deadline for bookmarks finally arrived, and everyone came to school with their carefully made bookmarks. Boys are busy showing off their bookmarks, girls look around, look around, and then look at their bookmarks. The morning reading class bell rang, and everyone put bookmarks on the desks. At this time, there seems to be a stone hanging directly above my heart, which may fall at any time.
When the teacher began to check, I believed that the stone became bigger and hung higher. Xu teacher looked at our own bookmarks, nodded with satisfaction, and made a brief comment on each classmate's bookmarks. Finally, President Ou came to check. After reading all our bookmarks, she thinks my bookmarks are the best and the best, which makes me very happy.
At noon, my bookmarks and those of some other students were displayed in the window at the school gate.
Looking at the beautiful bookmarks, the students were amazed.
A bookmark composition 8 A small bookmark carries my every dream. It has witnessed every growth of mine. In those glorious years, it accompanied me through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, but left every new expectation and every new goal. It is full of my childhood dreams. Have different feelings.
I used to think that becoming an astronaut was my dream. Walk in space, roam the universe. Everything is so dreamy. So I began to learn about new things in the universe crazily. I read everything I don't know. When I read a popular science book. I put it in my page. Yes, I haven't opened it since. Never saw that little bookmark again. When I accidentally opened it, it was covered with dust. The bookmark shook out of the book. I just looked at the bookmark, and it seemed to tell me, "No, this is not your dream. What you left behind was not "me" (bookmark), but the dream you once thought. Dust is not dissatisfied with books, but with your forgotten dreams. I didn't know that until now. I have forgotten this dream. I started another dream!
I dream that one day I can be a fashion designer and see others wearing my shiny clothes. I will be very happy. So the trend magazine became a book in my heart. I put a small bookmark in it, but I never thought of it again. Learning occupies my heart, and I have no time to take care of my dreams. Only when I rummaged through the books in the cupboard did I see the little bookmark again. It still lies there quietly.
Since then, I have never forgotten it. I started using it frequently. It has become a part of my life.
Bookmarks have a pale pink border with three lines of light blue small words, "Let books fill your world and open your heart." Don't forget the past. Grab your eyes. "
Small bookmark. I spent a little childhood with me, leaving a little memory. It is common, but it carries my every dream.
Small bookmark. Let your dreams sail!
A bookmark composition 9 "Letter!" As soon as I entered the classroom, my good friend flew towards me, "Your letter!" " "I waved, grabbed the letter and opened it quickly. A delicate bookmark slipped quietly ... looking at the signature in the letter, I couldn't help but feel waves in my heart.
It turned out that this letter was sent by the jury of "xx Composition Contest". Looking back at the beginning of the competition, I read some excellent compositions every day, combined with my own experience and the good words and sentences extracted at ordinary times, and wrote a new one Every time I see any composition topic, I will write it carefully. After writing, I will repeatedly scrutinize the beautiful sentences and words in the article to make them show the center of the article. I worked hard for this competition.
Along the way, after five passes and six generals, I finally reached the final. "On the Battlefield", the master is like a forest, and I am so nervous that I am sweating. I got the test paper and saw the composition questions, but I didn't know where to start. Seeing that everyone is "working hard", I am more and more anxious. So, I said to myself: calm down, don't be nervous at this time! After my mood stabilized, I examined the questions accurately and quickly listed the writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, my mind was full of thoughts, so I picked up a pen and wrote "brush brush". In a short time, the article was written. Writing, for me, seems to be an instinctive singing, which allows me to express my truest self on the manuscript paper. Maybe my childish pen and ink can't write a beautiful article, but I have turned what I have seen, heard, felt and thought into words. Watch it jump like an elf and become beautiful and vivid.
Finally, my efforts were not in vain! In this essay contest, I have been working hard, and I have made achievements through unremitting efforts. Although it is only a small bookmark, it contains my heart and blood and sweat. Maybe many people look down on it, but money can't buy it. I will use it as the golden key to open the literary palace and continue to work hard, because reading is a pleasure and writing is a pleasure. I use my own words to record my joys and sorrows, and I write my life track with my heart. Now, this bookmark always urges me to keep making progress.
A bookmark composition 10 There is a small bookmark in front of the desk. Every day, when I sit at my desk and watch the bookmarks reflect five colors in the sunlight, my heart will ignite a flame of progress.
Not long ago, there was an oral English contest at school, and many students signed up. When the teacher announced the news in my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that students who sign up can raise their hands. I didn't hesitate to raise my hand to sign up, but just as I was about to raise my hand, I seemed to be pinned down by something and fell down at once, and my heart was suddenly confused. "Can you do it yourself? What if you make a fool of yourself? With so many masters, your own level is definitely not good! " Many questions come to mind instantly. I watched others compete to sign up. I can't make myself feel confident. I'm struggling to attend. In the end, I didn't sign up, although I really wanted to take part in the competition. ...
When I got home, I lay in bed and kept thinking about the game. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong, so I told her about it and asked her if she wanted to take part in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always wish you could be confident and brave? Do you consider yourself a brave man? " "I am a brave man!" But after that, he bowed his head again. My sister didn't say anything more, so she handed me a bookmark. I picked up the bookmark and a flaming flame came into view. Red is dazzling. I turned it over. "The brave fearless. Like a flame, it instantly ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my new room. My whole body energy seems to be stimulated. " I see. "I signed up for the competition and achieved unexpected results. That little bookmark gave me great confidence and made me a truly brave person.
This bookmark, like a beacon of life, is an important leader of my life when I am confused!
There is always a small bookmark in front of my desk. ...
A bookmark composition 1 1 "Letter!" As soon as I entered the classroom, my good friend flew towards me, "Your letter!" " "I waved, grabbed the letter and opened it quickly. A delicate bookmark slipped quietly ... Looking at the signature in the letter, I couldn't help stirring up waves in my heart.
It turned out to be a letter sent to the judges by the "xx Composition Contest". Looking back at the beginning of the competition, I read some excellent compositions every day, combined with my own experience and the good words and sentences extracted at ordinary times, and wrote a new one Every time I see any composition topic, I will write it carefully. After writing, I will repeatedly scrutinize the beautiful sentences and words in the article to make them show the center of the article. I worked hard for this competition.
Along the way, after five passes and six generals, I finally reached the final. "On the Battlefield", the master is like a forest, and I am so nervous that I am sweating. I got the test paper and saw the composition questions, but I didn't know where to start. Seeing that everyone is "working hard", I am more and more anxious. So, I said to myself: calm down, don't be nervous at this time! After my mood stabilized, I examined the questions accurately and quickly listed the writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, my mind was full of thoughts, so I picked up a pen and wrote "Brush brush …". In a short time, the article was written. Writing, for me, seems to be an instinctive singing, which allows me to express my truest self on the manuscript paper. Maybe my childish pen and ink can't write beautiful articles, but I put what I saw, heard, felt and thought into words. Watch it jump like an elf and become beautiful and vivid. ...
Finally, my efforts are not at my own expense! In this essay contest, I have been working hard, and I have made achievements through unremitting efforts. Although it is only a small bookmark, it contains my heart and blood and sweat. Maybe many people look down on it, but money can't buy it. I will use it as the golden key to open the literary palace and continue to work hard, because reading is a pleasure and writing is a pleasure. I use my own handwriting to record my joys and sorrows, and I write my life track with my heart. Now, this bookmark has been pushing me forward. ...
A bookmark composition 12 a small bookmark, simple to make, random in picture, and contains extraordinary philosophy in plain text. Today will never be yesterday. This is a sentence from a bookmark my friend gave me. At first glance, this sentence seems to be a fact that doesn't need reminding at all, but under careful scrutiny, it has its own unique meaning. Everything in the past is the past. No matter how successful you are in the past, how many auras surround you, or the pain and guilt of failure surround you, you must understand the fact that everything is over! Smart people don't live in past memories. Her eyes will always face the front and the future, and she will always seek breakthroughs and challenge herself. She is getting better and better, just like a seedling growing!
Stupid people either live in the shadow of memories, lose confidence in life, forget the passion of facing their dreams and live like a walking corpse, or still immerse themselves in the joy of their success, live in the aura of the past, and talk about what they used to look like, so they stop and gradually become ordinary people. Past failures mean nothing, they just belong to your life, and the past is the past. Don't be too obsessed with past achievements, and don't miss the sunrise in the morning because you are greedy for the beauty of the sunset. "Today is by no means yesterday", which is not a mere formality in the cinema. You really should take action for this, try to live every day well, so that you can be proud when you look back on the past with white hair!
So far, this bookmark is still quietly and quietly sandwiched in the book.
A bookmark composition 13 There is a small bookmark hanging in front of the desk. Sitting in front of a desk every day, watching bookmarks reflect five colors of light under the sunlight will ignite a flame of progress in my heart.
Not long ago, there was an oral English contest at school, and many students signed up. When the teacher announced the news in my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that students who sign up can raise their hands. I didn't hesitate to raise my hand to sign up, but just as I was about to raise my hand, I seemed to be pinned down by something and fell down at once, and my heart was suddenly confused. "Can you do it yourself? What if you make a fool of yourself? With so many masters, your own level is definitely not good! " Many questions come to mind instantly. I watched others compete to sign up. I can't make myself feel confident. I'm wondering whether to attend or not. In the end, I didn't sign up, although I wanted to take part in the competition very much ... When I got home, I was lying in bed, thinking about the competition all the time. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong, so I told her about it and asked me if I wanted to take part in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always wish you could be confident and brave? Do you consider yourself a brave man? " "I am a brave man!" But after that, he bowed his head again. My sister didn't say anything more, so she handed me a bookmark. I picked up the bookmark, and a burning flame came into view, dazzling red. I turned it over. "The brave fearless. It is like a flame, which instantly ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my new room, and my whole body energy seems to be stimulated. " I see. "
I signed up for the competition and achieved unexpected results. That little bookmark gave me great confidence and made me a truly brave person.
This bookmark, like a beacon of life, is an important leader of my life when I am confused! There is always a small bookmark in front of my desk. ...
A bookmarked composition 14 "Spring goes and spring comes, flowers bloom and flowers fall". Look at the flaming maple leaf, dancing to the music in the air, like a ballet dancer under the wind. This season again. When the book was opened, a flaming maple leaf came into view, emitting fragrance. ...
I still remember that at that time, you and I were both young and didn't know what to worry about. We play on that road every day. Under the tree, I told you that I was going to take part in the piano competition. You are more excited than I am, saying that you must get the prize back. I looked at those watery eyes and my heart was full of confidence. I nodded firmly.
I practice sitting in front of the piano every day, and you sit there quietly, enjoying the wonderful sound of the piano with your eyes closed and blending into the beautiful scene. However, I accidentally cut my hand. You carefully found the medicine to bandage me, but the blood still kept flowing. I feel terrible. You left without a word.
I sat in front of the piano in frustration, staring blankly at the keys, and my hands couldn't touch the keys. You ran up to me and shouted, "Didn't you promise me to win the prize?" Because of this difficulty, I flinched and dared not move forward? "My tears kept falling like broken beads. You pull me to the piano with your hand. I looked at those watery eyes full of tears, and my heart softened. I started practicing and put the pain behind me again and again. You and I stood quietly by the piano.
On the day of the competition, I won the prize, but I couldn't find you. I kept running and looking for you anxiously, but you never showed up again. ...
My friend, it's this season again, and the maple leaves are already red, waiting for you to collect them with me. I bent down to pick up the reddest maple leaf and put it in the book, so that this wonderful time between me and you can be preserved and treasured forever. ...
A bookmark composition 15 The fiery red color of the sunset makes the clouds on the horizon outline gorgeous colors. I quietly picked up you lying at the table, having drunk enough tea, and put you into a world full of books. You are still so quiet, silently leaning between the pages, feeling a little gentle feeling that every word in the page touches your body.
I want to ask you: Are you fearless? Aren't you afraid of this black-and-white world with only books and words? You are very silent. Do you hate it by default, or never think about it, or enjoy it? You never told me, you just lay between the pages, silent.
The sunset is like blood, flowing between heaven and earth, and it is a deep red! Have you ever dyed this color? You are as pale and silent as a page. Is the world quiet because of you? Only at sunset? You, without answering, remain silent.
Another beautiful sunset, I saw it, I saw you, you reflected the sunset, burning, bright and prosperous. I picked you up quietly, and I felt the weight of knowledge, heavy. Maybe it's because you drank enough tea and books. I smell a fresh and pleasant fragrance. Is it the fragrance of knowledge?
In the sunset, I opened the book that was closed early, and every word shone in the charming sunshine, and the golden halo spread out like this. They rushed into my breath like elves, which brightened my eyes and lit up my soul. You gave me the answer, a perfect answer, so perfect.
On the horizon, the last cloud has faded from the crimson color of the sunset. I slowly picked you up and rubbed a few gold words on you: "Reading is like a book, writing is like a god." Then, gently clip you into the page. Put down the book, lift the pot of tea that has not been cooled thoroughly, and send away the last touch of sunset.