There are many lost compositions 1. If we try our best, the final result is not satisfactory. Although I keep telling myself, it doesn't matter, just try next time. To tell the truth, deep down, it is still affected. Just like everyone says that they are strong, but they are still very fragile when they encounter things.
Just like this cash withdrawal, it didn't arrive, although it was only a small ten dollars. For many people, ten dollars is just a person's meal, which is not very good. Even for me, ten dollars can't do anything big, but when I know that he hasn't arrived, I still can't help but feel lost.
This is the second time because ten dollars are written one by one. When I didn't arrive at the account for the first time, I reflected on myself. Maybe my Alipay account was accidentally wrong, so I didn't arrive at the account. I must pay attention in the future. Be sure to read it carefully before withdrawing cash.
But the second time, I knew it had nothing to do with Alipay account. Probably the auditor is in a hurry, or there is something wrong with the system background.
Nevertheless, I didn't write a composition all day yesterday. I always feel uninterested. I always feel very sad if my efforts are not recognized or directly ignored.
However, when I got up this morning, I told myself that I didn't get the account only once or twice, and it wouldn't happen every time. It's silly to get stuck because of a mistake. Anyway, when it's time to work hard, you have to work hard. No matter what happens to each other, what will happen? At least, I am not idle during this free time, but do something on my own and earn a little money. That's enough.
I know many people look down on small money, three dollars and five dollars, ten dollars and eight dollars. I also know that there are too many rich people who simply don't care about the gains and losses of a few dollars or even dozens of dollars. Helpless, today's self is really like life. Can only do this silently, only a few dollars, a dozen dollars of small money.
The inner loss is still there. But on the way forward, we must move on.
Lost composition 2 "Pick up the ball in Si." The teacher on the side slowly ticked the list, and my heart was pounding. "Yus picked up the ball!" The teacher reported it again, and I just came to my senses and ran to the area where the ball rolled.
The sun just came out in the morning, and the range of meters, half shadow and half sunshine, seems to indicate that the ball enters the sunshine area is victory.
What was thrown was a girl who looked very strong. Her nervous eyebrows never spread, but the ball still couldn't roll into the sunshine area.
One step, two steps, towards the obvious white line, the eyes of the whole audience are focused on the ball in my hand. I hold the ball, and the ball becomes heavier with my eyes and mood. I copied and imitated my previous tennis moves over and over again in my mind for fear of making any mistakes. She only threw it so far. What about me? With my bloated figure? I'm worried. He heaved a long sigh, raised the ball to his shoulder, pointed his left hand forward, aimed at the white and golden shadow in the distance, closed his eyes and threw the ball in front of the sun with all his strength. I opened my eyes and the result was better than I expected. After a look, I should be shorter by more than ten centimeters, so I can enter the sunshine zone.
The sun got rid of the shackles of tall buildings, and I got rid of my troubles. The second time I lifted the ball, I felt it was light enough to play for the first time. The sun shines on my face and my flying hair shines. Lift, throw, everything comes naturally, I threw my second ball. The ball of carbon black drew an arc in mid-air, and the ball shone with sunlight and fell to the ground.
I broke through ten centimeters and came to the edge of the sunshine zone. I stood still, waiting for the referee to point the indicator at that point.
But he didn't. He didn't seem to see it. He stood there and waved me to continue. What! Didn't I leave it there? I was a little confused, but I threw the last ball.
My game is over, no applause, no shouting, and it ends peacefully. A little red eyes didn't add luster to the class. At this time, the sun jumped into the blue sky, and the shadow and sunshine were illuminated.
There will always be some bumps in life, and these bumps will make you lost, confused and helpless, and suddenly you will feel a sense of loss.
"Hey, you know, our class did well in the physics exam this time. There are more than 20 people with more than 90 points! " The students are whispering about their physics grades, and they are all busy estimating their grades this time. Because this is the mid-term exam, it is particularly important to get an ideal score. Hearing this news, I was indifferent and thought, "My physics has never improved, and I always wander in the 1980s. I don't think there will be much difference this time ... "
Just after a class, the teacher handed out the physics test paper to the monitor. The whole class was like ants on hot bricks, running to the monitor from all directions to ask questions and check scores. When the bell rang and the teacher stepped into the classroom door, the classroom suddenly became silent. This class is a minor, so the person next to the monitor will still ask his own score in a low voice. They looked anxious and flushed. At this time, my heart is also uneasy, so anxious, as if there is a deer jumping in my heart, and the monitor is also very close to me. Looking at the physical report card possessed by demons from a distance, my whole body is shaking, and my legs don't listen to me, and I have been shaking. At that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of my heart beating, and it was beating faster and faster, as if I were going to jump out of my heart.
After a period of self-consolation and encouragement, I finally got up the courage to ask the score, "76 points!" " "A thunderbolt came, and I was shocked. I'm even less than ten points worse than I expected. Seeing that all the poor students around me have higher scores than me, my eyes are moist, a sense of loss arises spontaneously, and my mood has also fallen to the bottom. I've been fidgeting throughout the class, comforting myself over and over again. "Maybe the monitor is wrong. I'll check the test paper after class. "
"Ding Lingyin ..." The bell finally rang, and I hurried to see it. The striking score of "76" was displayed before my eyes. I returned to my seat in frustration and collapsed on the desk. "Maybe the test paper is wrong and the score is miscalculated." I continue to comfort myself. Soon, the test paper was sent to us, and I read it carefully again. "alas! The score is correct ",and then read the wrong question," Why didn't I change it? " I closed the test paper in complete disappointment, and my loss and sadness spread all over my body. ...
Expectations again and again, blows again and again, let my sense of loss come naturally. ...
Lost composition 4 gloomy sky, harsh birdsong and gloomy world. This is the life of frustrated people. They turn a blind eye to all beautiful things.
Lost people, facing the rainbow of life, have gloomy eyes. They don't know how to enjoy the beautiful world, and their knowledge is blindly immersed in sadness and loss.
Lost people think that everything in this world is unpopular and has too many defects, so their minds are troubled by "less and bad" and "sad and sad" and can't accommodate beautiful things, so they are lifeless every day and have no smile on their faces.
A lost and pessimistic person always looks at things from his own bad side.
For example, a pessimistic person and an optimistic person are thirsty. When they see half a glass of water in front of them, optimists will happily say, "Lucky, there is still half a glass of water!" " "But the lost person will say," Why is there only half a glass of water? "In the face of the same thing, the performance of two people is amazing.
Therefore, people who are confused and pessimistic cannot understand and feel the beauty of the world. They will lose confidence in life. But optimistic people, in their hearts, flowers are always so fragrant, and the sky is still so blue.
To be an optimistic person, they are always so calm and smiling when facing difficulties and setbacks, because they believe that "there is no way out without doubt" and there are no insurmountable difficulties.
Be an optimistic person, learn to face nature with your heart and look at the world with a smile. Happiness and pain, joy and sadness, we always tend to the former, because only in this way can we be happier.
God always favors those who are optimistic.
It is because they are optimistic that they will understand what is "love" and "beauty" and learn to enjoy it, so God will always sow the seeds of happiness for them.
God will always test those who are lost and pessimistic.
They always think that God is unfair to them and live in trouble forever. How painful!
Say goodbye to loss! Because rainbows are reserved for optimists.
Say goodbye to loss! Because birds sing for optimists.
Since you live in this world and live every day well, why not be happier? The lost sky is always gray, for the sake of blue sky and happy life. Friend, please bid farewell to loss!
The most frustrating thing for me is to ask, "Your homework was corrected by the teacher in the cram school. Let other students answer the questions! "
In math class that day, the teacher was talking about homework. I looked up: I will write this question! I put down my pen and raised my hand high. I hope the teacher will let me answer this question. But the teacher saw my hands high and cold, and said loudly in front of the whole class: "Your homework has been corrected by the cram school teacher, let other students answer the questions!" " I listened, stunned, and after a while, I slowly put my hand down like a rude awakening. The excitement of trying to answer the question is now extinguished by a basin of ice water that can't be colder. The students looked at me one by one, some surprised, some sarcastic, some gloating. I looked down at my desk and silently watched the class without saying a word. My heart is full of grievances: why do you say me! Obviously, I wrote this question myself, even if I corrected it for the teacher in the cram school, but I took the time to write that question myself, using my own brain! And I wrote about one-time rights! Can't you say that I will write this topic? I was lying on my desk, staring blankly at the classroom, filled with loss, injustice and embarrassment, turning over my textbooks and pens helplessly. I'm not in the mood to continue my class, and I keep repeating in my ear, "Your homework has been corrected by the teacher in the cram school. Let other students answer questions! " My mind kept flashing when the teacher said this, and the students looked sarcastic, gloating and surprised. I want to say something, but I can't. I want to cry, but I can't. My heart is full of inexplicable loss and injustice, staring blankly at the sky outside the window. The blue sky has become a little gloomy, and the cool wind is blowing, which seems to have a little coolness, just like my heart is empty.
Later, in math class, I often repeated in my ear, "Your homework has been corrected by the teacher in the cram school. Let other students answer the questions! " I really want to shout, please don't talk nonsense, even if I do my homework in the cram school, do I have to change it? Some topics are also written with brains!
That afternoon, I got lost. ...
The story begins with Mr. Tang's revision of the dictation book:
When the bell rang, Mr. Tang came into the classroom with a dictation book and a composition book, and asked us to copy the composition. I finished copying my composition in lightning speed, and I began to watch Mr. Tang correct it. The first group got a lot of points 100. When I switched to our second group, I saw that the first one was me, and my eyes moved with the teacher's pen tip. Seeing that I am a hundred points, a big stone in my heart fell to the ground. I took a long breath and swallowed my heart back. I'm a little excited. However, fate hit me with the staff of bad luck again, and I almost vomited blood-the teacher asked the first group to check our dictation. After the inspection, my friend Zhao Yi Ming said to me in Shandong dialect with Sichuan accent: "You answered this question wrong!" His voice did not fall, and my eyes turned black, like a bolt from the blue. Zhao Yi said to the Chinese teacher in Sichuan dialect: "He sprinkled (wrote) poison (not) beans on this topic (right!" It turns out that I accidentally wrote "moral character" as "ideological morality", and the teacher said "yes, yes, yes" and added a "-1" after the score of "100", just like drawing a mark in my mind. After the dictation was handed out, I looked at the "-1" added by the teacher. I feel my heart is bleeding and I want to dig three feet. After class, I beat my thigh in annoyance and annoyed myself. Zhao Yiming came over and said, "Brother, tear up the famous brand?" I said with tears, "No, I'm not in the mood." Zhao Yiming looked at it and asked, "Did I find that mistake, and the score of 100 was gone?" I nodded, and Zhao Yiming said, "You can't be sad and depressed because of a small dictation mistake. If you don't do well in the exam, we should not be pessimistic and depressed, but learn to face mistakes and correct them. "
Zhao Yiming usually doesn't talk much, but his eloquence is so good that I feel very inspired after listening to his words. Soon I adjusted my mentality, carefully analyzed the reasons for the mistake, and firmly remembered that I would not make the same similar mistake again.
Although the score of 100 became 99 this time, which made me very depressed, I also learned to face my mistakes positively and correct them.
I never knew that the wind in April could be so arrogant and the rain in May could last so long.
In spring, when it should be warm, the sun only appears occasionally. The weather this year is very strange, as if there is no spring. It's strange to go directly from winter to summer, just like watching a big movie, which makes people feel inexplicable emptiness.
It seems that it should be called loss ...
There's nothing wrong with getting lost. When flowers bloom in May, there are many places where flowers fall. Pink, green and white, the stone roads, bamboo forests and running water belonging to spring are all covered with disgusting rain.
Do people who look at the scenery get lost?
In fact, the wind in May need not be too ostentatious, as long as it can blow the leaves like dancing. Standing under the camphor tree, you can smell anything. The dazzling sunshine, when I looked up, leaked through the shaded leaves and from the piled leaves, completely covering me. I can close my eyes and dream for a while, and my eyes will turn around to see the darkness and sunshine, and then think about my 15 spring, summer, autumn and winter days.
A few weeks ago, I came home from music class and passed by the basketball court. I looked up and found a whole row of French phoenix trees growing new leaves. I was very excited and showed it to Gu Zi. She just said simply, "How did you find out?" Yes, how did I find out? It seems like a long time. I walked silently with my head down.
No wonder some people say that trees are not lonely. There will always be a leaf with him. One set is gone, and the other set will be full soon. Fast trees have no time to be lonely, and fast trees have no time to find them. ...
I don't know if my favorite Milan, Italy, is sunny now, and I don't know if the windmills in Holland are turning very rhythmically. All I know is that it is raining here. It rained and blew for a few days, and then it was cloudy for many days. The night sky will be dark and lonely. The starry sky always makes me play chess, and exaggerated stars are hung in the dark blue night sky. And what I can see now is that knowledge makes people feel heartbroken and makes me feel very lost. Do you feel lost in the dark without stars?
I looked down and glanced over. Under the street lamp, my shadow was pulled by the lonely light in May for a long time. ...
Lost composition 8 Yesterday during the day, the simplest sentence of self-sufficiency seemed to exhaust all my courage. I thought it would be a deep silence at night! For such a long time, I have been used to your silence, but I still can't get used to my loss.
However, at night, you still talked to me. It's just that I really don't know what to say The simple question and answer made me feel that chatting with you was a torment for the first time. Fortunately, there are more excuses at night than during the day. I said I was sleepy and wanted to sleep. You answer in a simple word, yes. I think you must have learned it from me. I want to ask, but I don't want to say. Silence, perhaps silence is our best way to get along.
I can't sleep without talking to you. Even if you are really sleepy, your brain is still so clear. I finally fell asleep, but I had a messy dream all night, pouring rain and snowflakes flying. Wake up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's past four. Look at wechat, and your chat record still stays on the word demeanor. I laughed at myself for being silly and cute, and imagined that you would say something to me again.
I can't sleep at night, but I feel deeply lost when I look at the simple dialogue on the screen. I think that when I had a pleasant chat with you before, I would have a sweet dream and then feel that life is still so beautiful. However, I ended the chat early, but I didn't sleep well all night. Messy dreams make me more hesitant, more lost, and more afraid to face a person's silence.
Look at your changed signature. Maybe you really no longer want to meet again, meet again. Although my heart hurts a little, I also tell myself to let nature take its course.
It's just that I suddenly want to ask you, will you feel lost if you don't chat with me on sleepless nights? Probably not. Because you have always been more free and easy than me, more open than me.
I want to ask you, did you feel lost after a simple question and answer last night? Probably not! Although, I really want to ask you, I still hold back. In the future, in addition to being lost, you should learn to endure more and become a person you hate!
Open your eyes, do you dare to pay attention to your child's eyes? Yes, that's it-chin up, nothing in my mind, just looking at the eyes reflected opposite you quietly and intently.
Then, what a pure pair of concubines: a pair of black five pupils, deeply shining with innocence and spirituality, flashing eyes, reflecting innocence and sincerity.
If you look at it quietly, you will be surprised to find that all sincerity, beauty, openness and purity in life are precipitated here, and all hypocrisy, ugliness, selfishness and meanness in life are out of touch with your world. She doesn't need to start over, she is always new, she doesn't need to explain slowly, she is always honest.
When you feel with your heart and pay attention to your child's eyes, those less and less childlike innocence in the world will flow into your dry heart like a clear mountain, and that knowing smile will return to your face.
How happy will you be then? Facing the strain, facing the reality and understanding the true meaning of children's world, you realize that we have lost too much because of complexity, and we have fallen into a sophisticated world. What makes people sad is not the meaning taken away by losing their lives. WWw.kT250.com is not the loss itself. The loss of innocence, the disappearance of another world, followed by heartbreak.
Listening to my inner crying in the long night,
The lonely feeling of grazing in the long rainy season. When will my heart release all the fragrance of spring? In the depths of the Blue Heart Lake, there is a bright and brilliant childlike innocence.
When dusk falls, another moon star will rise on the horizon of Ran Ran.
-that's a childlike innocence I've always dreamed of. I looked for him in the door, and suddenly looked back, only to find her hiding in the dim light!
In this ups and downs of the ark, messy space, I look for the lost childlike innocence and return to the world full of childlike innocence.
Lost composition 10 I was born green, and my brothers in Qian Qian are all like me, but some are like young grass that just sprouted in early spring, and some are like lotus leaves in a pond in summer. We once occupied every corner of the world and were endowed with infinite vitality. For a long time, we lived in harmony with other colorful friends until people appeared.
I don't know what happened to green, but I saw my brothers fall down in front of human silver-gray tools. People say, "We don't need green, we just need golden ears of wheat."
I saw my brothers struggling to die slowly on the land soaked in the red and yellow liquid created by human beings. People say, "We don't need green, we just need white paper and black oil."
I saw my brothers panting under the gray-black sky and slowly lowered their heads. People say, "We don't need green, we just need a long red dress and a purple coat."
I think there are fewer and fewer brothers. People trade green for the white and red they want, but we are left aside and ignored. I often recall the past and those good days, but the cruel reality in front of me forced me to stop remembering.
When the golden desert of wheat ears approached, people finally began to wake up, only to find how difficult it was to get us back. Can our family grow as big as before? I don't know, but I am full of hope. After all, our green is hope and the color of life.
Comments: This is an imaginative and exquisite article. The personification technique runs through the whole paper, which is vivid and readable. The biggest highlight of this paper lies in the warning expressed through fables: the disappearance of color leaves us only sadness. The author has strong abstract ability and strong thinking ability in images. Through silver-gray tools, golden ears of wheat, red yellow liquid, white paper, black oil, gray-black sky, red long skirt, purple coat and other colorful metonymy words, the contradiction and struggle of human social and natural are displayed, and the endless desire for nature is revealed. The consequences of remorse warn people that there is no life without green.
Lost composition 1 1 I envy the fallen leaf, because he can hover in the air and compose a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the fallen leaf to the trees that nourish it. I envy Baiyun, because he can float in the blue sky and paint pictures of people moving out. This is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that feeds him.
Lose gratitude
I envy the fallen leaves, because he can hover in the air and compose a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the fallen leaves to the trees that nourish it. I envy Baiyun, because he can float in the blue sky and paint pictures of people moving out. This is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that feeds him.
But I can't. I can't give him a cup of warm tea when he is tired, give him a card on his birthday, and give him a greeting and comfort when he is lost. Because from then on, I lost the only person in my life who made me decide to be grateful for my life. Since then, I have lost the light that can make me wander on the edge of darkness forever. Since then, I have lost all hope for the future and all the hopes I have been given.
Now I can only say goodbye to the worry-free season in advance. Completely release innocent souls. Facing the withered fate, floating at a loss.
I used to think that everything was beautiful. From then on, I was wrong, so wrong that there was no way out, so wrong that I lost the meaning of life. The outside world is sunny and everyone is smiling, so I can only smile. Then, in a place that only belongs to me, I shed tears to my heart's content. Quietly enjoying the wonderful arc. Fragmented. The rain in the sky keeps falling and falls in my heart. No color, no shape, no sound, but it moistens the whole world. Wet people and wet hearts. I just hope that the gentle wind will slowly blow me dry. My world is terrible, only heartbreaking colors. Time has been moving forward relentlessly. How many times have memories hovered on the pale ceiling, shrouded in helpless hearts and their endless confessions? I try to forget, forget what I should forget, forget what I shouldn't forget, forget everything, and finally leave a whole blank. So there is no beginning, so there will be no end and no pain.
But now, knowing the pain, there is no way out.
A meaningless life always supports the lost gratitude. Until heaven.