High school life has quietly opened the door to my dusty thoughts. Those crowing words will teach you all kinds of subtle ways of flying, so that we are no longer keen on Alan Yu's misty poems and cloud-like dreams. In the passage of time, recognize yourself behind the fog yarn-the road of life is tortuous and long, but often only a few steps are in jeopardy. Good and bad will deeply affect your life. High school is this "tipping point"
" ! In other words, this is your chance to bloom youth, or at least your chance to fly your dreams.
I like Chinese as much as life. I always thought that I was a representative of China people, and I was more scientific. But when I entered high school, I realized how narrow my vision was and how vast the ocean of knowledge was. I envy the famous saying that teachers come to class with their mouths open. My profound knowledge has sounded the alarm for my fragile language. The peak of science is waiting for us to climb, and the palace of art is waiting for us to open. Learning Chinese well is to give yourself a comprehensive spiritual package. From that moment on, I was full of infinite enthusiasm and passion for high school life.
It was from that moment on that I moved towards self-confidence, self-awareness and initiative. I ran for the post of student cadre and started my more mature life. In wonderful activities and self-challenges again and again, I constantly transform myself: I understand the importance of creative learning from all-inclusive knowledge contests; From "Speech, Art", I learned that efforts will lead to a new world; From the fierce debate, I learned that competition needs wisdom and ability ... continuous exploration, hard work and competition will make it perfect, progressive and mature. I think, even if there is no glorious future, there can be a regretless past. I believe that when I am white-haired, remembering high school life is still the sweetest memory.
It is it that makes me understand the true meaning of success: you must be a friend of will, a consultant of experience, a cautious brother and a patron of hope, so that success can be in sight. If there is no such thing in life, it will be the biggest regret in one's life. The training of listening, speaking, reading and writing has greatly improved everyone's quality. Every process makes us feel the joy of struggle, and every process makes us feel the beauty of life.
It can be said that our high school life, no matter when and where, is as bright as the bright sun, as open-minded as the young eagle soaring in the sky, and as all-encompassing as the vast sea. It will benefit us for life-make us full of vitality, confidence and creativity! Let our life be beautiful and colorful!
Wandering all the way, the first day is over. At this moment, my heart is either happy or sad, or nostalgic or excited. Looking at the students from unfamiliar to familiar, recalling the dribs and drabs of studying together in the past, I carefully stored warm memories. I once saw my senior teachers and sisters drifting in front of my eyes, full of hope for a better future. I have mixed feelings at this time. Between the waves, we crossed the first threshold of youth, harvested the thoughts of flying, looked back and looked forward to the future. On the first day just past, we held hands with teachers, shared joys and sorrows, experienced ups and downs, and experienced the joys, sorrows and joys of teenagers. The next day, full of question marks, I imagined getting into the dazzling sunshine through the door. I opened the door carefully with anticipation. The wonderful second day, together with the boundless pouring sunshine on the sea, collided with me. I opened my mouth wide in surprise, opened my eyes wide and looked around. I was caught off guard and was full of joy and yearning. My second day, there will be heavy learning tasks and pressure, and I am looking forward to more and more colorful campus life and dreams. I want to pin my own bright emblem on my chest, enjoy the charm of words in the literature club, open up a new world of physics in my scientific journey, and experience the taste of fun and hardship. In the mysterious second day, I can enjoy pure and beautiful innocence and unpredictable youth. It was July, and the sun was shining, and my eyes looked out of the window, full of lush, rows of tall camphor trees, covered with new green leaves, rustled in the Xia Feng. One day, like this camphor tree, we will dance the most beautiful style and realize our most beautiful dreams. Now, what we have to do is to take every step, decorate our youth with wisdom, support ourselves with faith, and let us see the rainbow after rain and the sunshine after snow. This beautiful summer, waving hands, we have passed the first stop of our youth, and we will go to the next stop with great pride. From now on, dressing up is our future.
On August 18, I will enter a brand-new environment and start a different senior one life. I am looking forward to it. I long for it. I like it. Although shabby, No.3 Middle School has always been a dream of mine. This time, it has finally come true.
I don't know if I can face it with a good attitude. I want to study hard and improve my grades, but I know I don't have such perseverance. Can I say that I will always fail? I'm still unwilling, so I still have to face the study in high school correctly. I know that studying in senior three will be very stressful, especially for an art student like me, who will be busy studying art on weekends. I'm ready to fight! Let the storm come more violently!
Senior one, I am at a loss in the face of new classmates. I am timid. I don't know if I can relax and make friends with them. The failed experience of making friends in junior high school made me afraid to make good friends with anyone, because before making friends with them, I thought at most that one day we would become the most familiar strangers. But I heard that high school is the stage where you can really make good friends. Hmm! I believe! Ignoring those experiences, I believe people are different. After all, everyone in high school is older, and many things can be settled down and thought about.
Liu Yuxi stood quietly, his eyes fixed on the old and shabby room in front of him, sipping his lips and saying nothing. He couldn't see the expression on his face, but his trembling hands were slowly clenched into fists under the wide sleeve robe, and the veins stood out, indicating that his mood was not as calm as it seemed. The attendant on the side proudly raised his chin: "Liu's adult, our magistrate said that you are elegant in temperament and specially chose this place for you to live in." Is Liu's adult still satisfied? " The tone is ironic. Liu Yuxi smiled coldly, but unexpectedly did not have an attack on the spot. He just suppressed his anger in his tone: "The magistrate of a county has a heart, and Liu likes it here very much." The wind gently raised the black hair on his shoulder, as if lamenting the poor situation of talented people in the past.
A sleepless night. Sleeping in a cold bed, rachel tossed and turned for a long time, repeating the uneven experience of these months over and over again in his mind. He lit the candle, the dim light outlined the simple furnishings of the house, and there was always a feeling of resentment rushing in his chest. Oh! Moved three times in a row, each time the house was smaller and the conditions were worse. The snobbish face of the dog official has written out the ugliness of human nature.
Not long ago, it seemed like a long time ago-he was still dressed in official clothes and worked hard for political innovation. Unexpectedly, once demoted, he went to Anhui and Zhou Xian with unfinished ideals and ambitions and became a small judge. He is not interested in fame and fortune, thinking about just sitting in the corner waiting for the opportunity. However, the tree wants to calm down, but the wind will not stop. The magistrate of a county saw that he was a soft persimmon descending from above, bullying others. The treatment of living in the county government is naturally not available, but only in the south of the city near the river. Elegant rachel doesn't care about this. For him, instead of living in the county government and getting along with people with bad morals every day, it is better to get the moon by being close to the water. So he wrote in one stroke: "Facing the river and looking at the white sails, I contend with the country."
His ease aroused the envy of the magistrate. This time, the residence moved to the north gate of the county, with only one and a half rooms. But what about this? He was not angry and cursed because of the snobbery of the magistrate and the simplicity of his residence. His clean eyes noticed the weeping willows by the Desheng River. Weak charm and gratifying greenery, he is delighted with this gift from nature, and he wants to keep this style in his pen: "weeping willows and green waters, people are in Liyang, and the heart is in Beijing." This is not born to laugh at the deliberate difficulties of the magistrate of a county! This kind of open-mindedness is inevitably annoyed by narrow-minded people. Obviously, he is a degenerate. Why can he be cold and arrogant?
This may be something that a magistrate of a county will never understand. How does an ugly person feel the fragrance of virtue?
So he finally gave Liu Yuxi a studio, a small room with only one bed, one table and one chair. Even a gentle person will be angry if he bullies others like this. But what does Yuxi, Liu Can do? If others are in this position, they may endure this tone for a better life in the future. But who is Liu Yuxi? If he was convinced by power and flattered those immoral people, he wouldn't be in his present position. But he has no regrets! For virtue and pride, he fell from the clouds into the mud. But so what! It is the clothes that are dirty, not the heart. If virtue is so fragrant, who will think that he is in a low position?
Thought of here, anger seems to have subsided a little. Liu Yuxi suddenly got up, prepared pen and ink, and his anger turned into flowing water: "The mountain is not high, there is a fairy, so it is named: the water is not deep, there is a dragon ..." The ink slowly appeared on the paper.
"I am a humble room, but I am virtuous."
The lights are flashing, and this small room seems to add a little light.
Comments: The ancients said: "Poor and then work." It is said that Liu Yuxi's masterpiece "Humble Room Inscription" was created when his house was getting smaller and smaller. Based on this historical fact, the author wrote his own feelings: virtue is natural and fragrant. Indeed, "I am a humble room, but I am virtuous."
In autumn, the sun is so warm.
Author: Senbi | Gao Yi 2015-08-1018: 55: 35
"The wind blows away the lotus leaves in summer and the clouds and geese in autumn." A breeze, take away
Give the world a clear season.
Autumn may be a lifeless season. Ye Er also fell, and the flowers withered.
. But the sunshine in autumn is so warm and warm. When the first ray of sunshine shines
When shooting people, it gives people a warm, open-minded, clear and pure feeling.
The sky is light blue. Looking from a distance, it is as clear as a piece, without any dross.
Aquamarine. The sun is not dazzling, and the light it emits may still be in bundles.
The simplest autumn depicts the most beautiful and colorful picture; The most common autumn reveals
The most touching and intriguing artistic conception. The seemingly dull autumn is actually impossible.
The magic of resistance slowly infects us and permeates beauty into every cell of us.
. We chase the dream of autumn and catch the spark of autumn; We are willing and full of willingness.
It melts slowly in this autumn. ...
I have never only seen the harvest of beauty, but forgot to work hard; I always only know how to collect.
I got joy, but I forgot to feed in autumn. In this autumn, I began to learn to be silent, Kim.
The yellow juice poured down slowly and bathed my whole body, and I felt extremely comfortable. total
I like to walk quietly without making a sound, and I don't want to disturb that enrichment.
Comfortable autumn. Maybe that's it. When you blend into the beautiful scenery, you will naturally.
Forget your own existence; Maybe you think everything is too beautiful to praise or praise, just
Enjoy quietly.
Autumn, like an ordinary and beautiful girl, never shows off in front of the world
The autumn wind blows gently, and everything in the world is swaying gently! Look at the weeping willows on campus, full of vitality.
Vigorous; Look at the poplars in the Woods, tall and straight, full of vitality. Poplar trees are everywhere.
Leaves give people a poetic beauty, as if they were in the most beautiful place in the world.
Look up at the sky, open your arms and quietly accept the baptism of autumn sunshine.
Makes me feel so warm! Autumn is like fire, which seems to make people like her, and sometimes makes people feel sad.
Sadness. Different worlds have equal treatment. Just like farmers' uncles, as long as they
Everyone was beaming and drove a car full of vegetables to Li Cheng. The car above
Vegetables pile up like mountains. This fruitful autumn, this gorgeous autumn color, they
It symbolizes maturity and prosperity, and it also means joy and happiness.
For students, autumn is also a proud season, and they dream of stepping into their own world.
Temple of knowledge. When I came to the new school, it seemed that everything was new in the playground against the backdrop of autumn.
The weeping willows in the forest swayed to us, and several tall trees gradually took off their green clothes. It seems to be due to
For our arrival, it wants us to see a new picture full of vitality! autumn
Everything seems to be a dream, overflowing and serene, beautiful and full of vitality.
In autumn, the sunshine is so warm!
Both babies born and adults living in society are fulfilling their obligations, practicing their actions, broadening their horizons and flying their dreams under the aura of responsibility.
The policemen on both sides of the street constitute the most beautiful scenery in life. They shuttle between alleys, between smoke and dust, between wind and rain, and stick to their posts. They are the sun of responsibility and shine in their hearts. Because of the sense of responsibility, I am not afraid of difficulties and have the courage to face them; Because of the sense of responsibility, I have the courage to go forward; Because of the sense of responsibility, it shows moral character and serves people with virtue; Because of the sense of responsibility, the figure of the people's police shines!
Doctors and nurses running around the ward constitute the most beautiful group of pigeons in life. While doing their duty and saving lives, they are also shrouded in the light of responsibility. Out of responsibility, they stick to their posts day and night. They put down their bodies and values and do their jobs well; They left behind their hard work and sweat and grasped their working hours. They are a group of pigeons flying high in the light of responsibility!
The gardener standing on the three-foot platform, with his silent dedication, confirms the oath that "spring silkworms will weave until they die, and tears will be exhausted every night". With his hard work, he drips delicate flowers from seedlings, teaches them to be human, teaches them to do things and teaches them to be grateful. In the middle of the night, the room with the lights on is the best proof for teachers, because the light of responsibility shines on their heads.
When we enter the school, as students, we live in the light of responsibility, and our responsibility is more important. At school, bend down to pick up scraps of paper on the ground; Pull up weeds on the land at will; Turning off the "lonely" faucet at will is a responsible performance. At home, talk to your parents about your life and feelings at school; Do meaningful things with parents; Helping parents deal with housework within their power is an improvement of their sense of responsibility!
The light of responsibility is a kind of spirit, which inspires people to go up; The light of responsibility is a kind of power that inspires people to move forward; The light of responsibility is a kind of belief, which inspires people to persist. With this sense of responsibility, we will be brilliant!
Senior two: It's quiet to say goodbye to Sheng.
Half-buckled Chai Fei accompanied by birds singing, and the ancient courtyard locked Hong Ying. Spring breeze doesn't know what people want, so it asks peach blossoms and running water.
Ask ChanJuan at dusk in late spring, here for a year. The rain is thick and the clouds are thick, and the sky becomes new smoke.
Half a slope is full of clouds and birds, and visitors make grass better elsewhere. Faint Chai Men closed, looking back, don't ask, don't be lovelorn.
Clouds cover the south and the north, and the water is wet and fragrant. I will clear my tears and solidify my plum bones, but I won't let the spring breeze cut my butterfly dress.
Qingyun Stone Trail is quiet at noon, which I haven't seen for many years. The wind can fly and flowers can fall, and impermanence depends on several spring and autumn periods.
A bleak wind and rain, five willow clouds painted chrysanthemums. To pay tribute to Tao Gongzi, I am afraid of being alone.
The vicissitudes of life are quiet, and the courtyard is deeply left. Looking back on how lonely the dust fragrance is, the old man looks for a few worries.
I wonder if the cloud can solve the puzzle. I can't wait to catch a glimpse of autumn water. Every time I look at the wind, I don't know if it is like spring.
The tour of mountains and rivers is a journey of seclusion. Don't re-enter the Yanzi Building. Who cares about life in Mo Wen? The breeze came down from the Spring and Autumn Period.
Wash rouge lightly and dye it thick, and Jiangnan night leans on the cold winter. The pedestrians in Huajie Lane are silent, and the reflection of the first lamp in the hostel is heavy.
Yee window deep courtyard is the most faint, green water people lock the first floor. In the resting place of Silver Cloud, the meaning of the new poet is clear and soft.
The stream is shallow and clear, and the flowers are welcoming. Cirrus clouds go to the north and south, and they add grass and show mercy.
There is also the thick ink color of rouge, but only the drunken sunset glow is red. It is difficult to resist the momentum of flowers by replacing dark pens with streamer pens.
The most important thing is that childhood is different, and the dust and rain are in a hurry. If you want to hide the cloud dream glass lamp, you can test the heart of the piano to solve the red.
Yan Hua dreamed of autumn, and in his later years, reduplication was the cause of media accumulation. Incense sells love as a guide, and apricot blossoms are diligent on the pillow after years.
The smoke was faded by the diaphragm, and the small building was full of Huang Yun. The moon pavilion and flower stand return to the sunset, and Hong Fei clause is absolutely quiet.
At first, spring shines in the painting, and a trace of emptiness enters the ink. And * * * a wisp of soul, Dong Jun with hidden red makeup.
Rich and hazy eyes, the ratio of fame and wealth of all beings is high and low. The spring breeze turns and turns, and eternal human feelings are the thinnest.
The river flows in Mo Wen, and white clouds come and go in the New Year. The dew is thick, the moon is hooked, and the blue and white flowers are scattered in spring.
Light smoke is the soul, purple powder is fragrant, and the cheeks are like jade. It is the coldest, and the dream of Xiling is broken.
Ink debts are piling up like mountains, and my body and mind are busy. I sat under the idle flowers, sleepy in spring and cool in the wind.
Thank you for your business, and it's relevant. Looking at clouds and water in the morning, the setting sun always hurts spring.
There is joy and simplicity, spring ploughing and ink painting. Why do you insist on frequency? I am extremely idle.
Senior three: Jun Liangqing
You are an ordinary woman. Ordinary to put in the vast sea of people can not find you, even if you are my mother. Like all mothers in the world, your youth has been polished by years, and after grinding away the edges and corners, you have no bright spot. But you love your children as much as any ordinary mother in the world.
The seemingly short high school life is actually long and tedious. For the first time, I was caught off guard by attending classes for two weeks in a row. On Sunday evening, I usually stay at home for dinner and watch TV. Today, I feel a little lonely watching my classmates go home one by one in the dormitory. Suddenly there is an unspeakable feeling. My nose is sour. I hide on the balcony and call you quietly.
"Hey, Mom!"
"Well, girl!" Like a person waiting for a phone call, there is no trace of drowsiness and impatience in his tone. You keep asking me about my study, whether I have enough money to spend and whether I can eat enough. For an instant, I couldn't help crying. I realize that I really miss you, and I will only think of you when I am most lonely and helpless.
Finally, you told me to call you more often and study hard. The stars are shining in the dark, and tomorrow will be fine.
The whole morning's class soon ended, and my boring study made me tired of class to the extreme. Back to the dormitory, eating dry bread, absently turning over the books in his hand. Suddenly, a burst of footsteps outside the door, familiar rhythm, I doubt it's you!
He had a big bag of food in his hand, and his forehead was shining with bright sweat.
"Mom, why are you here?"
"You this child, give me a call a week, I can not worry? Why are you eating bread here? Why don't you go to the restaurant? ..... "A series of question marks made me unable to think. You started to help me pack my things, and my small body kept busy.
At the moment, I have been talkative and have nothing to say. I can only stare silently.
Watching your figure fade away, even if you want to go back, you won't let me send it. You will probably never know how touched I am at this time!
Your ordinary is just like the lotus in full bloom in this campus, graceful and upright, but it happens to be your greatest shining point, so how can people not appreciate it? Like all mothers in the world, shouldn't they be appreciated? Mom, you know, your ordinary is the foundation of my growth, and it is the fertile ground for me to look up at the stars and grow up. Anyway, I will always love your vicissitudes.
Senior one: Mei Xiang.