1. Beautiful sentences at the beginning and end of the growth composition
Growing up is a necessary journey, it is both a process and the final destination. Just like peeling garlic, peeling off piece by piece, the hardships we have experienced have become clear textures, and the imprints can never be erased in our hearts. At first, we were wrapped up layer by layer by the secular world, which made us look bloated and clumsy. Our immature eyes were also blinded by the secular world and became cloudy and blurred. He will no longer get those warm looks back, and the innocent boy who once had a loose mouth can no longer raise his simple head. Under the heavy pressure, all struggles seemed pale and feeble.
Growing up is a transformation that needs no explanation. This transformation will inevitably break happiness. After experiencing pain, it will linger in the heart and become the desire of youth after a thousand times. In this transformation, the immature face was finally baptized by the years, and the single expression became rich, but it was a helpless "intoxication". When I often think of the joy of childhood, I can't help but feel a bit of joy mixed with a bit of melancholy. That melancholy must have existed in ancient times and been passed down from generation to generation; that joy must have been a dream, and after a while, it was still more of a sigh.
Growing up is an increasingly intense drama. The drama slowly begins, and the protagonists take the stage one by one, moving step by step into the depths of the years. In this drama, the protagonists will face many hardships. And we are born to be the protagonists of this drama. Everyone knows the path of life, and it is accompanied by misfortunes and blessings. But how many people can face danger without being alarmed? Therefore, the mission given to us by time is to "move forward amidst twists and turns." After repeated failures, stand up on your own, learn to face life with a smile, and learn to be strong. The strong man in life is carved out with a cold file. We don’t know how many tears were held back behind this, but we can only remember the countless struggles that were also depressing. In the end, life completes this sacred mission. Time has no expression, but life thrives because of strength.
Growing up is a journey without regrets. The starting point of this journey is home, but the end point is wandering. With the encouragement of our parents, we reluctantly left home and began this great journey of solitude. During this period of time, we have experienced too much, and little by little it has accumulated in our hearts. When it reaches a certain height, it is renamed "maturity". After we mature, we understand how to love and be loved, and we understand that "giving" is also a kind of happiness. We experience all kinds of life, and now looking at our aging parents, a terrible sadness finally rises in our hearts. Time may have made you successful or failed you, but what you have to admit is: she has changed you. Behind this change, the parents followed closely and smiled with tears in their eyes. When we look back at the scene in front of us, the only thing we can do is to hug them, communicate with them more, and give them more care. I think behind this maturity, the most eye-catching thing is "filial piety".
If there are deviations, there will always be stars to accompany you; if there are disappointments, there will always be hope. The tree of hope is evergreen, life lasts forever, and life is sublimated. Growing up, we were lonely, but along the way, we were not alone. 2. The beginning and end of the composition about growth
Time flies inadvertently from the fingers, and the grid of the past is covered with spider footprints. It is forming a network inside, sealing every grid with dust, but some places are dense and blurry and difficult to distinguish, while some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is like gold wrapped in dust. If you don't appreciate it, you will never know its true value. That is the story of growth.
Growth is a vigorous song. Walk into the fields and listen to the sound of jointing; walk into the forest wilderness and listen to the harmony of thousands of sounds. Noise and uproar, pursuit and struggle, this is the melody of growth. In the ranks of growth, what is played is a brilliant sound.
Growth is a process of color. The bright dress floated away, and the pink bow flew away. Wearing a school uniform, surrounded by solemn colors. The colorful cover of the fairy tale book was gone, and what I saw was the serious face of the textbook. The pile of textbooks is as deep as a mountain.
- All the impetuousness has returned to silence, and the brilliant colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growth is also a difficult journey. After crossing the "Sad Metro", there is a winding mountain road, winding behind you, and the steps ahead are vague, full of thorns and flowers. If you pursue bravely, the road will stretch under your feet, and growth will be the road.
There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; the years of growing up are very long, and we need to understand them bit by bit. Time will not turn back. Seize every second of today and tie your hope to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is the ribbon weaved by hope, connecting memories and yearnings.
Stopping at every spiritual station of growth, how you look at the journey you have taken will mark the handwriting of how you are growing. Childhood was beautiful, but today is also wonderful. Therefore, we all grow up with understanding, growth with thinking, and growth without regrets. When we grow up, we hide everything in our hearts, and only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer... 3. When I grow up, quote the poem at the beginning of the composition
Changganxing
When my concubine's hair first covered her forehead, there was a drama in front of the door.
The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums.
Living together in Changqianli, the two children have no doubts.
The fourteenth year is a gentleman's wife, and she has not yet shown her shame.
Lowering your head towards the dark wall, you will never hear a thousand calls.
I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, willing to be like dust and ashes.
How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep a letter holding a pillar?
The Sixteenth Lord traveled far away to Qutang Yanlidui.
The month of May is untouchable, and the apes are mourning in the sky.
There are no signs of movement in front of the door, and there is green moss all over the place.
The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.
In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly on the grass in the west garden.
Feeling this hurts my heart, and I sit and worry about my beauty getting old.
Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance.
It’s not far to meet each other, until the wind blows.
Ji Hai’s Miscellaneous Poems
The young man’s sorrow and joy are beyond human,
He sings and weeps for no reason, every word is true.
Being strong and cunning,
The innocence of a child comes back to me in a dream.
Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai
The young man plays the flute while fencing,
The sword energy and flute heart disappear in one case.
After returning home in desolation,
Thousands of sorrows and joys gather today.
Read Lu Fangweng's Collection
The poetry world has been popular for thousands of years,
The soul of the soldier is gone and the soul of the country is empty.
Concentrate on the military music of Shijiu,
The eternal man is full of energy.
Let’s have a casual drink with Meng Degu and make an appointment later in life
When I was young, I didn’t worry about my livelihood. Who can cherish the money for wine when I am old?
***Sold ten thousand dollars for a dou, looking at each other for seventy years and three years.
The classics and history are poor when you are idle and elegant, but you are better than the orchestra when you are drunk and listen to the clear chanting.
When the Juhuang family is ripe, Mr. *** will be drunk and intoxicated.
Songs in Cursive Script
The young master was named Huai Su, and his cursive script was known as Dubu in the world.
The Beiming fish flies out of the ink pool, and the Zhongshan rabbit is killed by the pen.
The weather is cool in August and September, and the halls are full of drunkards and poets.
There are several compartments of hemp silk, and Xuanzhou stone inkstones are ink-colored and shiny.
After my master got drunk, he leaned on the rope bed and swept away thousands of them in a moment.
The wind and rain are blowing, and the falling flowers and flying snow are endless.
He stood up and kept moving toward the wall. A line of numbers was as big as a bucket.
It’s as if hearing gods and ghosts frighten you, and you only see dragons and snakes running away from time to time.
The people on the left and right frowned like lightning, as if they were fighting with Chu and Han.
Every family in the seven counties of Hunan has many barrier books and inscriptions.
Wang Yishao and Zhang Boying have been named after several waves since ancient times.
Zhang Dian has lived long and died, and I have learned this principle rather than learning from the ancients.
In ancient times, everything was born, so why should Gongsun Auntie dance naked?
4. How to start the essay on Ancient Poetry Accompanying My Growth
I think it is like this:
First, let’s briefly introduce the development history of Chinese poetry.
After that, starting from the early childhood education, parents’ experience of teaching ancient poetry, and then the further understanding of ancient poetry when writing about students’ lives, you can give examples to talk about the problems encountered or gains during learning, etc. , of course, you can also talk about the application of ancient poetry in life. For example, when someone chooses a name, they like to quote allusions from ancient poetry, etc.
Finally, let’s summarize the role of ancient poetry in various stages of life, and imagine how ancient poetry will develop in the future.
You can refer to others for the beginning words, for example: Holding an ancient poetry book with illustrations, my mother accompanied me to travel through the kingdom of ancient poetry. "Wild fire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body." These sentences are engraved in my ignorant heart one by one. I don’t quite understand the meaning of the poem, but I only know that grass cannot be burned and grows again when the spring breeze blows. I understand that all mothers love their children and want to keep their children well-fed and clothed. Reading these sentences is like singing, how nice it sounds! So I chewed candy in my mouth and held a book in my arms, reading ancient poems one after another according to the pinyin sounds. 5. The beginning and end of the composition about growth
--- Suddenly looking back, we realize that we have grown up.
I don’t know since when, the word 18 has been on my lips often. Once upon a time, I thought that the age of 18 was so sacred. I only knew that when we grew up and became adults, we could fly higher and further.
At this moment, when I really had to face it, I suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling at a loss. I worry about whether I can fully understand the rich connotations contained in the ordinary number of 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility.
Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility! ----- The once bitter days have become fragrant in the memories. Whenever night comes with light steps, the prosperity and noise of the day gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into boundless memories.
In my memories, the wishes and beautiful promises I once made, the persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into leaves of happiness, which I have carefully collected. Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy.
Following the footsteps of growth, step by step, we are heading towards maturity and towards the future. Time inadvertently slipped from the fingers, and the grid of the past was covered with spider footprints.
It is forming a network inside, sealing every grid with dust. However, some places are densely packed and blurry, and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is like gold wrapped in dust. If you don't appreciate it, you will never know its true value. That is the story of growth.
Growth is a vigorous song. Walk into the fields and listen to the sound of jointing; walk into the forest wilderness and listen to the harmony of thousands of sounds.
Noise and excitement, pursuit and struggle, this is the melody of growth. In the ranks of growth, what is played is a brilliant sound.
Growth is a process of color. The bright dress floated away, and the pink bow flew away.
Wearing a school uniform, surrounded by solemn colors. The colorful cover of the fairy tale book was gone, and what I saw was the serious face of the textbook.
The pile of textbooks is as deep as a mountain. - All the impetuousness has returned to silence, and the brilliant colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growth is a slowly flowing stream. Quietly, we grow up.
Learned to be strong and calm. At the same time, I also learned about decoration and packaging.
Years pass by like a fleeting time, draining away the purity and simplicity of youth. As Wei An said in "White Birch Tree": During the growth process of the white birch tree, in order to take advantage of the growth, they always decisively abandon those things. Side branches and old branches. It can be said that growth is a process of change, from simple to complex, from childish to mature.
Every time you shed a layer of your body, pain is inevitable.
Writer Liu Yong said that growing up is a beautiful pain.
Growth is also a difficult journey. After crossing the "Sad Metro", there is a winding mountain road, winding behind you, and the steps ahead are vague, full of thorns and flowers.
Pursue bravely, and the road will extend under your feet, and growth is the road. There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; the years of growing up are very long, and we need to understand them bit by bit.
The years will not turn back. Seize every second of today and tie your hope to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is the ribbon weaved by hope, connecting memories and yearnings. Yes, I have had too few smooth sailings on the road of life. The reason why I think life is beautiful is because I am optimistic, confident and strong.
Some people say: "A good mind can change the whole world." That beautiful mind is as clear as water, pliable as the branches of a tree, and has the fragrance of flowers.
The mind has the ability to see far and has good hearing. And I am ordinary on the outside, but colorful on the inside.
I don’t know why, but God always likes to reward me with the gift of difficulty. Maybe He wants me to be like a pearl, honing my humble grain of sand in the dark shell of an oyster, but I am also A person, a person of flesh and blood. I once saw such a scene on a small sycamore tree in front of my door - a small butterfly chrysalis shook slightly in the early morning. I knew that there must be a new life longing for the beauty of life. Gently, the pupa began to break a hole at some point. I saw it squirming its heavy body vigorously because it was longing for life. It was not afraid of difficulties and faced difficulties. With a "chirp" sound, it came out. , it finally broke through the pupa that bound it.
In an instant, he spread his beautiful wings. ah! It's a butterfly, a beautiful butterfly.
At that moment, it smells the fragrance of flowers and sees the blue of the sky. It will feel all the magic and beauty of nature. Yes, the sun always comes after the storm. I will face difficulties like that butterfly and cherish every precious gift God gives me, because I always believe that on the road full of thorns, there will be an end. It must be a gorgeous sky.
I used to feel inferior, helpless, and at a loss, but I deeply know that the sea water can only stir up beautiful waves through the beating of rocks, and the sky can only appear beautiful after being struck by thunder and lightning. A gorgeous rainbow, only when the butterfly breaks through the thick pupa can it enjoy the beautiful world. Today, I am not mature enough, and I always want to do one thing perfectly. Maybe I can't change my natural appearance, but I can always show a smile. I can't hope to control others, but I can take good control of myself. Although I can't Extending the length of life, I can expand its width and discover more meaning and beauty in life.
I will also go further and more steadily in the future, and the footprints on the road will be deeper. 6. The beginning and end of the composition about growing up, urgent
-----In my memory, the sky in childhood is clear and clear. With one tap, the water comes out.
-----The days are at your feet, and there is a calm sound under your feet. Finally, I grew up unconsciously. Later, in the mirror one morning, I saw a smile, a familiar yet unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are precious. Looking back on the past, they are hidden in fragile and crystal glass cabinets. The new era of life replaces memories, fills the gaps in the heart, and makes ideals ready to move.
Stopping at every spiritual station of growth, how you look at the journey you have taken will mark the handwriting of how you are growing. Childhood was beautiful, but today is also wonderful. Therefore, we all grow up with understanding, growth with thinking, and growth without regrets. When we grow up, we hide everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer...
----- Looking back suddenly, we find that we have grown up. I don’t know since when, the word 18 has been on my lips often.
Once upon a time, I thought that the age of 18 was so sacred. I only knew that when we grew up and became adults, we could fly higher and further. But at this time, when I really had to face it, I suddenly felt inexplicably at a loss. I worry about whether I can fully understand the rich connotations contained in the ordinary number of 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility!
----- The once bitter days have become fragrant in the memories. Whenever night comes with light steps, the prosperity and noise of the day gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into boundless memories. In my memories, the wishes and beautiful promises I once made, the persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into leaves of happiness, which I have carefully collected.
Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy. Along the footsteps of growth, step by step, we are heading towards maturity and towards the future.
Time inadvertently slipped from the fingers, and the grid of the past was covered with spider footprints. It is forming a network inside, sealing every grid with dust, but some places are densely packed and blurry, while some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is like gold wrapped in dust. If you don't appreciate it, you will never know its true value. That is the story of growth.
Growth is a vigorous song. Walk into the fields and listen to the sound of jointing; walk into the forest wilderness and listen to the harmony of thousands of sounds. Noise and uproar, pursuit and struggle, this is the melody of growth. In the ranks of growth, what is played is a brilliant sound.
Growth is a process of color. The bright dress floated away, and the pink bow flew away. Wearing a school uniform, surrounded by solemn colors. The colorful cover of the fairy tale book was gone, and what I saw was the serious face of the textbook. The pile of textbooks is as deep as a mountain. - All the impetuousness has returned to silence, and the brilliant colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growth is a slowly flowing stream. Quietly, we grow up. Learned to be strong and calm. At the same time, I also learned about decoration and packaging. The passage of time has drained away the purity and simplicity of youth, just as Wei An said in "White Birch Tree": During the growth process of the white birch tree, in order to take advantage of the growth, the side branches and old branches are always decisively discarded. It can be said that growth is a process of change, from simple to complex, from childish to mature. Every time a layer of body is shed, pain is inevitable. Writer Liu Yong said that growing up is a beautiful pain.
Growing up is also a difficult journey. After crossing the "Sad Metro", there is a winding mountain road, winding behind you, and the steps ahead are vague, covered with thorns and piled with flowers. If you pursue bravely, the road will extend under your feet, and growth will be the road.
There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; the years of growing up are very long, and we need to understand them bit by bit. Time will not turn back. Seize every second of today and tie your hope to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is the ribbon weaved by hope, connecting memories and yearnings. 7. The beginning, end, beautiful paragraphs and famous quotes of the composition about growth insights
Listen to the night.
Charming, graceful, a little lingering, a little melancholy, lingering, lingering, lingering melancholy and lingering. Close your eyes, savor it carefully, and listen quietly, just like a slow stream, coming along the winding mountain path, lingering, curling up, over and over again... In the vast night, Listening to such a natural sound, it feels like weeping, complaining, resenting, and is surrounded by silence. Listen carefully, and the smell penetrates your heart... Occasionally, there are a few stars twinkling in the dark sky.
A person stopped at the window for a long time. No need for anything, just like this, in silence, listen to such music, enjoy such tranquility... Say goodbye to the noise of the day, get rid of the worries of the day, when night comes, hide yourself in the black, in the tranquility.
The tenderness of the night slides gently across the cheeks, and then quietly penetrates into the heart. At this moment, the heart is undefended, lonely, and weak.
I don’t know why, every time I hear this song, I always feel inexplicable sadness, and it always touches the softest place in my heart. That gentle penetrating power, light and delicate, without any effort, captures the heart. The loneliness slowly spread, spread, and was completely annihilated and immersed... The years just flowed away, taking away a lot, petals scattered in the water, passing away little by little, following the sight It's getting blurry... The years are like a song, playing one piece of movement after another, either brilliant or plain.
Life is like a play, unfolding stories one after another, either wonderful or ordinary. The song ends and everyone disperses, the prosperity is gone. Looking back, there are many aftertaste and many feelings... The sound of nature comes from the quiet night, curling into the heart.
In such a night, such a state of mind, such a feeling flows slowly in my heart, like running water, as if complaining and chanting, both illusory and real... In the silence, listening to such a faint and charming music, a faint feeling The feelings slowly spread... In the same night, who is listening with me? ●Youth is a nectar made with the blood of will and the sweat of hard work - it will last forever; youth is a rainbow woven with unfading hope and immortal yearning - it is brilliant and brilliant; youth is made with eternal persistence and tenacity A wall of copper and iron built with tenacity - impregnable. ●Faith is the pillar of a towering building. Without it, it is just a pile of scattered bricks. Faith is the bed of a surging river. Without it, there is only a flood of waves. Faith is the star of a raging fire. Without it, there is only A cold firewood handle; faith is the main engine of the ocean-going ship. Without it, there is only a paralyzed giant frame.
●Stand on the coast of history and trace the historical ditches: Dr. Chu meditated on the bank of the river and never regretted his death; Emperor Wu of Wei raised his whip to the east and was ambitious; Tao Yuanming leisurely strolled through the Nanshan Mountains, drinking wine and picking chrysanthemums... They chose eternity. Even if they were flattered, falsely accused and looked down upon, they would not let it spread. This was a persistent choice. Even if their bodies were wrapped in horse leather and their souls were lost in the smoke, it was just a heroic choice. Even if they were in poverty and could not have enough to eat all day long, they would still be happy. Farming long acres is an elegant choice. In a choice, the emperor will achieve his unparalleled achievements, and the migration of wise men will achieve his eternal legacy.
●Only by setting off can you reach your ideals and destinations, only by hard work can you achieve brilliant success, and only by sowing can you reap rewards. Only by pursuing can you taste upright people.
●If friendship is an evergreen tree, then it must be watered by the clear spring from the heart; if friendship is an evergreen flower, then it must be illuminated by the spring from the heart. The sun rises in my heart. How many laughters are evoked by friendship, and how many tears are wiped away by friendship.
The harbor of friendship is full of warmth, and the breeze of friendship fills the sails. Friendship is not an emotional investment, it does not require dividends and dividends.
(Friendship can be replaced by other words) ●When the moonlight is shining, I drink a cup of the clearest; when the afterglow falls, I embrace a wisp of the warmest; when the red leaves are scorching, I pick up a piece of the hottest; luxuriant grass , I pick a bunch of the most brilliant ones; in my long life, I want to pick the most important thing in the world - perseverance. ●If life is a solemn castle, if life is a lush tree, if life is a flying seabird.
Then, faith is the beam of the dome, the deep roots of the tree, and the flapping wings. Without faith, the power of life will disappear; without faith, the beauty of life will disappear.
(The underlined words can be replaced with other words) ●Perseverance is the condensation of sand and stones on a thousand-mile embankment. Only by accumulating bit by bit can you have the magnificence of no beginning or end; perseverance is the silk spinning of spring silkworms. Surrounded one by one and persisted one by one, only then can we break out of the cocoon and see the light again; perseverance is the sail of the ship on a long voyage. Only with the sail can the ship reach the other side of success. ●Love is a piece of sunshine shining in winter, making the poor and sick feel the warmth of the world; love is a spring that appears in the desert, making people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; love is a song floating in the sky. The songs in the night sky bring spiritual comfort to the lonely and helpless people.
●This is the true nature of the heart.
Success is like the bright moon shining on flowers, the gentle waves in a deep pool, regardless of prosperity or adversity, the detachment of success or failure, it is the post station that spurs the horse to climb high and faces the distance; failure, still drips through the stone, merges into the sea, is finite and becomes stronger, and does not fall into the blue clouds. He is arrogant and has the stubbornness to say, "I have no master of my life, but a man should strive for self-improvement."
Rong, the country is still the same, the style is still the same, just like Wushan in the sea, familiar with the passage of time, glitz and glitz, disdain to pass by the smoke and clouds; humiliation, Han Xin under the crotch, the pines under the snow, like an emerging fairy, knowing Take a step back, the sea and the sky are brighter, don’t refuse to stop eating because of choking. ●Happiness = material things/desires.
This is the happiness equation proposed by American economist Samuelson. From an economic point of view, the greater the material consumption, the smaller the desire, and the greater the happiness, which is in line with the old Chinese saying "Content is always happy".
On the contrary, what will happen if a person’s material consumption is limited but his desires are infinite? Madame Loisal had so many "dreams" and so many "intoxications", how could she not feel pain and sadness? ●Russian writer Chekhov said: "There are big dogs and there are small dogs. The small dogs should not be flustered by the presence of the big dogs. All dogs should bark, and let each one use the voice given to him by God.
●Maturity is a kind of bright but not dazzling brilliance, a kind of mellow but not greasy sound, a kind of calmness that does not need to judge the appearance of others, an atmosphere that finally stops complaining to the surroundings. , a smile that ignores the noise, a kind of indifference that washes away the extreme, a kind of indifference