Sighing composition 1 In hot summer, popsicles can no longer satisfy me, sweating like rain. The sun seems to be ignorant. There seems to be only heat between heaven and earth.
Just as I was thinking about how to get home, my eyes caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man with black hair, shiny skin and rags under the dilapidated eaves. I looked at him. Although he was healthy, he was lazy. Doing nothing. Lazily playing with the stone in his hand.
Perfect limbs are a gift from God. With this, plus a hard-working and simple heart, no matter what talent you have, no matter what background you have, no matter how stupid you are, you can create what you deserve, but often those geniuses are not as good as you.
Think about Hawking! It is not an exaggeration to describe him as physically disabled and determined. Because of high paralysis, only three fingers can move, but they are still strong and unyielding. Created one miracle after another. Also want to play their own glory. (Original submission)
My mother once told me that one day you should be independent, because your parents are too old to walk and can't help you. This is what we should do to repay the kindness of our parents. And when your parents are old and you have accomplished nothing, what should your parents do at that time?
Suddenly, I saw a kind-hearted man give him some money, but he didn't say anything or thank him. I stood by for a while, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became. How can there be such rude people in this world? I really want to go up to him and say, "Isn't a person with perfect limbs like you worse than a disabled person?" I thought of another sentence: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world", and of course there is no one.
I sighed: "Is it really that hard to stand on your own feet?"
In the dead of night, I can always hear my parents sigh impatiently at the coffee table. Therefore, I am always on tenterhooks.
Not long ago, I heard their sighs again.
On that cold night, I reviewed my lessons and went to bed. Can toss and turn. I can't sleep at all. So I want to watch TV. I put on a big fur coat and walked to the living room.
Suddenly, a sigh came into my ears with the cold wind. I stopped and listened carefully to the conversation between my father and mother.
"Why do you think this child is so difficult to teach?" Mom asked.
Dad didn't answer, just let out a long sigh.
Mom went on to say, "Although his grades are passable, he doesn't know anything about the way he treats people. What do you think we should do when we come to society? " ……"
After listening to it, I thought about it carefully. Also, I always talk back on weekdays, and I will break into a furious rage from time to time if I have any dissatisfaction. Alas, it's really disgraceful.
"How can I teach him that he always goes in one ear and out the other?" Dad replied disdainfully.
At this time, a cold wind blew across my face, and I was too cold to stand it and went back to my house.
Under the covers, it is even more difficult for me to fall asleep, and my mood has been very dull. I thought and thought. At this moment, I feel sorry not only for others, but also for myself. This is really a failure.
At present, it seems that my parents' sighs will only decrease if I correct them, so I am determined to correct my shortcomings.
Thought of here, my heart relaxed a lot.
Sigh composition 3 Outside the window, dark clouds are gathering and the wind is raging, but the raindrops just don't fall, and everything is so unnatural. Tian Xiang's eyes closed slowly. ...
Suddenly, there was a sigh outside the window. I saw a figure passing through the window without emotion, completely unaffected by the raging wind. "How did he do it? This is completely inconsistent with the understanding of modern society? " With questions, Tian Xiang followed the man behind him, but when he came out, he found that the surrounding environment was completely different from before, and the previous houses turned into sand. Tian Xiang is getting more and more afraid: Can this place still be inhabited? With surprise and doubt, Tian Xiang continued to follow the man. After a while, the man stopped and Tian Xiang looked at it carefully. Isn't this the river that was abandoned before? Suddenly, the man turned around and turned to him. Suddenly, a face that can no longer be called a face appeared in front of Tian Xiang.
The man said, "It has been 2 150 years, and the environment of the earth has been seriously damaged. In order to survive, human beings have long ignored the purity of water, and the average life expectancy of people has reached less than 40 years old! Today I want to discuss with others how to use the water in this river? " How did I get to 2 150? Is this the future earth? At this time, a door suddenly opened on the ground and people came out and stood by the river. Everyone is the same, staring at the river, but no one dares to drink it first, because it may be killed by his companions. After a long time, the water ran out, and everyone happily returned to the ground with a bucket of seemingly clean water. It is understood that this time only comes once every ten days! A bucket of water takes ten days! I couldn't help being curious and begging the man to give me a drink. "Oh my god, what is this water? It's terrible! " Tian Xiang woke up in a scream.
Oh! It was a dream.
Sigh composition 4 alas! The dry heart is so tired, so tired.
I really want to lie down, have a good sleep, with the breeze, the song of the river and the fragrance of flowers, close my eyes, feel the rare peace, forget all the trivial things and make my mind clean. ...
Life in grade three is really an imaginary horror. Get up early every day, recite, attend classes, do homework, take exams ... like a storm, you will make mistakes if you are not careful. After that, you will face the cynicism of your classmates and the severe criticism of your teacher. Not only that, but when you get home, your parents will tell you earnestly.
"That's enough!" Facing my open heart, I really can't restrain my true feelings. I really hate this boring life.
On the other hand, I told myself never to think like this. If I hate reading now, how can I spend high school and college? How to build a bright future without reading good books?
Yes, I shouldn't hate studying. Learning is the only way for everyone to grow up. No matter how bad your academic performance is, don't give up on yourself. Try to make progress. This is the right way.
"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu." The ancients trained well. I really hope that I can break the shackles of my heart, put aside my troubles, refuse to sigh, and let the road of growth have no regrets and stay strong every day!
Let diligence and love of learning turn into a cup of tea to moisten my dry throat; Let sighs turn into fallen leaves and go with the wind; Let generation, the road to success, shine!
I, a white and round rice, have excellent elasticity. But who knows, at the moment, I ended up like this, which really hurts my heart!
On that day, I left the arms of mother rice ear and father soil, and was put into a big pocket by the farmer's uncle-it turned out that we were going to be taken to the food market to sell! I was so excited that I dreamed of it and fell asleep slowly. When I woke up, I heard a conversation. Oh, I'm going to be bought!
The buyer is a short and fat uncle. When I got to his house, I looked around. Wow! What a beautiful house! Don't even think about it, my friends and I will definitely fill the stomach of this family and nourish their bodies!
Thinking of this, I was suddenly scooped up by a big bowl, hehe, I will be cooked soon. When my aunt as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade bathed me with clean water, I felt extremely happy and proud ... then, I was put into the rice cooker to cook. After a while, my aunt put me in the bowl. At this time, a chubby little boy came slowly at the speed of a turtle, and his aunt gave the bowl to the little fat man.
Although the boy is surprisingly fat, he eats like a cat. No sooner had he eaten a few mouthfuls of rice than he pushed the bowl aside and stopped eating. I was so anxious that I shouted in my heart: Uncle and aunt, you must let him eat! But the actual situation is just the opposite. My uncle and aunt indulged him like an emperor and threw me and my friends into the trash can. ...
Uncle and aunt, do you know it's not easy for me to come? I got it through the blood and sweat of the farmer's uncle. Have you ever heard that dripping water makes a river and rice makes a basket? Alas, I can only sigh in such obscurity. ...
A gentle sigh, like a wisp of smoke, disappears into the air, beautiful but sad, and I don't know who this sadness is for.
People like the jingle of running water, the singing of nightingale and the music of harp. It can be said that few people like to sigh.
I am no exception. When I was a child, I was most afraid of listening to my mother sigh. That "alas" really makes my scalp tingle. Needless to ask, it must be about my study. At that time, I stubbornly thought that sighing was a hateful thing.
As time goes by, I have become a middle school student. I will enjoy the meadow full of bauhinia, the snowy winter, and the sea breeze blowing through my hair to let my thoughts wander. At the same time, I am gradually changing my consistent view of sighing.
The fragrance of jasmine is intoxicating, the sweetness of roses is intoxicating, and the precious and charming peony is thought-provoking.
I don't know how many heroes sigh for the hopeless future and how many patriots sigh for the fate of this country. In this case, sighing has a deeper meaning. Endless patriotic feelings, all sigh here.
"But since the water is still flowing, although we use swords to cut it, it is even more sad to raise a glass to dispel our worries." Li Bai lost all his talents in his life. Why not sigh? Li He's "Jintai reported the king and helped Yulong die for the king", isn't that the heroic feeling of serving the country with death caused by a sigh? Li Qingzhao, the heroine of "things are different, tears flow first" and "two streams and a grasshopper boat, I'm afraid I can't bear much worry", can't express her feelings. Didn't she tell the sadness in her heart with that sigh?
Sighing is not all pain. More often, sighing is an expression of emotion and helplessness.
The 700-year review day of the universe has arrived again, and the earth has been busy preparing a speech for a long time.
Located in the center of the galaxy, the sun, the judge, is already on the bench. Many planets, stars, comets and satellites have appeared, except Earth and Mars.
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The earth finally came, took the manuscript to the stage, spoke the perfect manuscript with his perfect voice and won the perfect medal. "I am the earth, one of the eight planets in the solar system. I am a beautiful planet. I have hardworking human beings, rivers and mountains of nature, and everything is ... ""Slow down! " At this time, Mars finally came. He argued, "The earth is a liar! What he said is false! I checked the internet, and the earth is not what it used to be. Now, the so-called human beings in him are extremely vicious, which has caused many wars. Humans have polluted rivers and plains, and everything is not as good as before ... "Planets feel incredible. Finally, the sun announced that the earth was disqualified because it was fake. "Coupled with the expulsion of the Martian language, the earth left in despair. At this time, the earth seems to be more haggard than before, and his body is covered with black stripes.
The earth cried, shed this sad tear for the first time, and sighed: "Who will help me!" " "This powerful and sad voice echoed in the universe and the earth.
Life is like a gurgling stream, flowing slowly in my heart. In this stream, there are laughter, sad tears and helpless sighs, such as this one …
On that day, our family went to Parkson together. I was a little excited as soon as I entered the door. There are all kinds of things here. Dazzled, I suddenly found an old man pushing a sweeping car and accidentally rubbed the shoes of a paunchy man.
The man immediately stood up and excitedly pointed to the grandfather: "You are not long-sighted!" Grandpa quickly apologized modestly: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" But the man didn't stop there. He widened his eyes contemptuously and snorted from his nostrils: "What's the use of being sorry! Hurry and lose money! "
Grandpa took out his own money from his shabby clothes with trembling hands. I take a closer look, and the biggest one is fifty yuan, and the others are five yuan each. I guess this should be grandpa's living expenses for a few days.
The man robbed fifty dollars and said, "smelly cleaner, you send beggars!" " I tell you, your money will never be enough to buy a shoe on my foot! "
Hearing this, the old man was even more afraid. He bowed his head and apologized again and again. "Young man, I'm sorry. I am a poor man. I really don't have much money. I'll give it to you ... "I gave the rest of the change to the young man in a panic. Seeing this scene, I feel from my heart that this man is so annoying!
Everyone is equal on the earth where we live. Don't look down on cleaners just because you have a little money. If it weren't for the cleaners, we wouldn't have such a comfortable environment!
Sigh Composition 9 In the vicissitudes of my parents' eyes, I can see their hope-it's me. How they hope that I can get excellent grades and become a good student.
My family is not rich. Although parents let everyone work in the factory, they still can't get rid of the land. Still have to go to the field after work, facing the loess and facing the sky. Now, it's autumn again, and it's time to harvest the seeds. Parents have to work in the fields. Others say that autumn is the season of sowing, and everyone comes to praise autumn. However, who knows that for my family, autumn means that my parents have to work day and night every day. Harder and more tired than usual.
Back home, it is autumn, and my yard is full of soybeans. In the evening, I heard that it would rain again tomorrow, so my parents quickly piled up the beans and covered them with plastic sheets. After that, my father sat in the chair and sighed.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was sorry for my parents. I don't appreciate it myself. They wanted me to learn more so that I wouldn't have to be as busy as them in the future, but I got nothing. Father's sigh is full of hope. They don't study hard, but they hope I can learn well. I, on the other hand, wrote my dissatisfaction with them in a different style.
Alas! After sighing, it should be hope, not giving up. Father is not sighing, but expressing hope.
Sigh composition 10 I am a small pencil sharpener, made by a worker's uncle. I was transported to a store for sale, and a child bought me off and became my little master. Since I entered the host's house, the host has been particularly fond of me and often used me. Of course, I'm happy to work for my little master. Every time the young master uses me, he will carefully brush my body and take care of me. I feel extremely honored that we have become close friends.
A year later, the shopkeeper had a better pencil sharpener. After that, I was left out in the corner of the bookcase, no one cared, and I began to grow a nasty layer of rust. My coat has been rotting and my heart is getting cold. Every time the master opens the bookcase, I long for him to gently wipe off the dust and carefully grind off the hateful rust on me as before. No, even if he looks at me with caring eyes as before, how nice! But he seems to have completely forgotten me, as if he didn't know that I was still standing alone in the corner of the bookcase waiting for his reuse. He doesn't love me anymore My master has changed, he has become my stranger, and we are no longer close friends.
Today, master, you are already a famous calligrapher, and you may have forgotten me long ago. But I'm still standing in this corner of your unopened bookcase, which is also full of bookworms and cobwebs. In addition to carrying thick rust, there is also thick dust. Dear master, you must not forget that I also contributed to your success!
The composition of sighing 1 1 More than a thousand years ago, a philosopher stood by the river, lost in thought. ...
Looking at the river flowing eastward, he was silent, but his heart was infinitely disappointed: the water of a long river! Why did you die so soon and never come back? Are you eager to join the sea? Or is there something in front of you that attracts you, or is time so short? He sighed again and again, but never got the answer.
His eyes accidentally stopped on an autumn leaf falling with the wind, and his body trembled inexplicably. Why do autumn leaves get spring after they die, why do swallows move south and return to the north, and why are flowers still smiling when they die? But why, why can't we go back to childhood and yesterday? He felt as if he was trying to catch something, but in the end, he found nothing.
Looking at the horizon from the front, a red sun is slowly sinking in the west. He looked at the setting direction of the red sun with deep eyes, as if he could penetrate the sunset and see far away. Suddenly, it dawned on him that the spring after the autumn leaves passed away was no longer the spring when the leaves were green, and the route of swallows moving south and returning north was completely different. Even if they are the same, they will never look like swallows when they were young, and they will never bloom for the first time after the flowers wither. All this will be gone forever, just like the river, which will never come back with time.
So, he let out a sigh:
"The dead, don't give up day and night ..."
Perhaps, if there is no meditation before the river, there will be no sentences that have been passed down through the ages. Perhaps if there were no meditation before the river, there would be no such thing as seeing through the secrets in the depths of time. Maybe ... there are too many possibilities, but this is not what we should pay attention to. We only pay attention to that thought-provoking sentence:
"The dead, don't give up day and night ..."
Sigh composition 12 after the senior high school entrance examination, I found out how cruel the world is. I thought I could rest easy, but the result of the senior high school entrance examination broke my heart.
One night, I was typing on the computer. Suddenly, my mother ran over with excitement and said that the results of the senior high school entrance examination had come down. At that moment, I suddenly felt a little shaky. I rushed to see the results, like a bolt from the blue, 625 points. This directly caused me to fall into a state of collapse, and my heart set off a stormy wave, with a score difference of 15. My first thought is sleeping. In the hot summer, I fell asleep with a thick quilt.
The next day, I suddenly heard my mother sigh. Alas, that is a helpless sigh. My family is not rich. If I didn't get into a good school, it would be a great blow to my parents ... Isn't it a helpless sigh to suddenly think about my future life? The senior high school entrance examination is a choice, but nothing has chosen a bumpy road. But since I have chosen, I will definitely go. Looking back on that sigh now, it is small but harsh, but I will try my best to change it and turn it into a happy smile.
Take action now, set a good learning goal, work hard for yourself, work hard for yourself, work hard for yourself, and cheer for yourself. In order to make the future life better, we must seize the opportunity, cherish the present and create the future. Students, you should also work hard, don't wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it, and don't squander your beautiful pro-spring. Without this incident, I don't know how long it will take to really wake up and grow up.
Sigh composition 13 savor history, watch several prosperous times and listen to several heroic sighs.
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Mr. Wolong's sigh
He respected the emperor and covered the princes; He devoted himself to death; He didn't come out of Longzhong and knew what was going on in the world. He tried his best to revive the Han Dynasty. In order to repay the late emperor for his three visits to the cottage, he argued that Wu Dong officials were speechless and he burned Chibi into ruins.
His sigh is helpless: he lamented that the late Lord lived up to expectations, and he lamented that the three countries could not be unified. His sigh is a sigh of loyalty: he sighs that his loyalty has not brought about the rise of the late Lord, and he sighs that his loyalty is so insignificant. Mr. Wolong, isn't your sigh a sigh of history?
Sigh of loyalty to the country
He served the country faithfully and killed the enemy bravely; He "hungered for pork and laughed at Hun blood"; He was "angry and rushed to the top of the fence." He longs for peace, he is loyal and patriotic, and he is desperate. He gave everything to his motherland, but it was ruined by traitors.
His sigh is a sigh of regret: he sighs that he gave up halfway before he finished his great cause. His exclamation is patriotic: he lamented that the emperor listened to slanderers and did not distinguish right from wrong! General Yue, isn't your sigh a sigh of history?
The sigh of Dongpo lay man
He cares about the people and is diligent in political affairs; He stood upright and never spoke. He is determined, he is persistent, he was born in suffering but despised it. He doesn't care about "slight frost on his temples" He hopes to "send the phoenix hall in the clouds." He cares about the world and wants to contribute to the country.
His exclamation is selfless: he lamented that he would never have a chance to contribute to his country again. His sigh is a sigh of justice: he lamented that he did not use his sword to kill evil and share his worries for the country. Mr Dongpo, isn't your sigh a historical sigh?
The past lasts forever, countless heroes are lost in the torrent of history, their sighs are fixed by the bookmark of history, and their spirit is always worthy of our praise.
Li Xiaohong, Class Three, Nine Years.
Sigh composition 14 first set foot on the internet, two years ago, and then went in and out of internet cafes many times, but he was not keen on chatting and the like, just because he felt bored or even meaningless.
By chance, I found a girl named "Feng Ling", who wrote in the signature column that "too stubborn pursuit of self-existence makes us look immature, and too serious living makes us lose the right to squander our youth." I was surprised. I realize that this sentence is lazy and profound. I hung a smile on my cheek and chatted with her. This is very rare. She is the only online friend I have been interested in for so long.
As the saying goes, "a thousand glasses of wine make friends, and half a sentence lovers talk", which is quite right. Her love for life revealed between the lines, as well as the anxiety and helplessness that can't be concealed, make us feel that we met each other late. We listened to each other through a few words. We swim freely in the long river of history and wander freely in the palace of literature; We talk about how sharp and funny Lu Xun's language is, and we lament how unique Yu Xiansheng's analysis of things is; We talk about life and ideals together ... it is true that all this is very happy. At least we don't have to sigh like Yue Fei, "If you want to make friends with Yao Qinxin, there are few bosom friends. Who will listen to the broken string?"
Sigh 15' s composition Life is like a stage play, and it has ended inexplicably. We have no time to look back at every trace we have passed and see the origin of life clearly.
Heart, sigh gradually, sigh the countless tears you have shed.
When I came back, I found that I woke up from a dream and saw through the world of mortals.
There are countless blind spots hidden between you and me, and I can't count them.
Life is not a game. You can click "Look at the file" to start over. I feel like a mermaid every step I take towards you, but even that can't stop me.
I always look for the so-called exit in trouble, but I don't know that there is a gap waiting for me as soon as I turn around. I am always anxious to make those judgments, but I don't know how to let go of my hanging heart and think quietly.
You always call me stupid, but you don't know that I will only be stupid in front of you, because your pride doesn't allow me to be better than you. You always call me stupid, but you don't know it's just to accommodate you. I'd rather be your ornament.
My heart is sighing heavily for the person who just looked into your watery eyes.
I can't breathe when you forget me.
The indelible tears seem to represent my sadness and sadness.
No crying, no laughing.
Sitting on the yellowed old photo, I miss her, and she should sigh that she once ignored it, but now it has finally become empty.
I want to hold your hand, but at the moment I touched it, I felt a strange texture, and your eyes showed indifference that I couldn't understand.
Stop crying, I won't ask too many questions.
I said I would rather live alone and leave here forever with that initial beauty.
My heart, forcing myself not to sigh, finally died, and glass-bright fragments flew into the past. Are you okay?