1 The wind blows and the breeze rolls up the waves on the beach. I can't see your world.
February 2 1, a day I will never forget, is your anniversary, my favorite person-grandma.
A few days ago, I went back to my hometown and climbed the hill alone and sat quietly in front of your grave.
Grandma, do you know that I have worked here for a long time and the wind is blowing? My sadness followed it through the dense forest, and it was Xifeng who brought my sadness to your ears. As dusk approaches, my heart is still so lonely and confused. Grandma, you taught me to be strong and not to cry, but who should I talk to now?
Grandma, you know, since you left, there has never been another wave in our family. My father won't let me learn clarinet, but I like clarinet. It seems that only you in the world know my preferences, and my dream has never been interrupted by my father. Did you take it away? I still can't forget your dying voice, nor can I forget your dying voice. You said, I hope I will be happy in the future. At that time, I desperately wanted to keep a trace of your life that was about to be lost, and even wondered if it would be great if I were the one lying there at the moment. And you want to give me a lifetime of love!
The wind, still blowing bleak, added a little sadness to my mood at this time. In my dream, you are like a floating bubble. At first, you will float, and sometimes you will stop, so that I dare not touch it at all, for fear that it will break. Faced with such a sad grave, I can't help feeling a little sad. Grandma, please believe it. I will strengthen my ideal, keep forging ahead and turn my dream into reality.
It's almost dawn, beautiful birds fly through the air, and their feathers are mixed with sadness and strength. I always feel that everything around me is not as beautiful as this time. Grandma, are you going to tell me that if you lose it, you have to stick to it?
A shell needs a lifetime to cultivate the most beautiful pearl. I want to use my later time to turn my dream into reality. I will live well and turn bubbles into reality. Grandma, you can rest assured. Grandma, did you hear that?
Faced with the pain of loss and the coming eternal separation, I quietly grabbed a handful of soil and put it in my pocket. The cuckoo kept singing, as if telling me again. It's better to go home, heartbroken. Grandma gave me a strong heart and brushed away my tears and loneliness. My dream came true. I will come back to see you again and tell you that I am very happy.
The wind blows tears into the distance, even though I can't see the edge, I still drift with him.
The Chinese nation has a history of 63 years since its founding. Before that, there were many battles, big and small, and countless people gave their lives to save the nation. Blood watered the motherland, and bright red flowers of hope grew on the battlefield. 10/day is an annual national day to commemorate the founding of the Chinese nation and those martyrs who died for the motherland. I think the motherland now is their long-cherished wish.
Their long-cherished wish has gone through several generations of painstaking efforts, and now it is perfect. This process is difficult and bumpy. Although difficult, but to achieve the final victory, only two words are needed-persistence. We will continue to build our motherland in their footsteps. Of course, this is not a war.
Let's have a dream, a dream about the future of our motherland. Maybe you think all you think is nonsense, but I believe it. I only heard a whoosh and came to the future. When I came to the street, I didn't expect a car. I only saw a few pedestrians walking slowly, wearing strange clothes. I quickly ran over and asked a pedestrian who was walking, "Why is there no car?" "Look at the top!" He pointed his finger at the sky. I looked around and was caught by the sun for a moment. "How can there be a group of big birds flying neatly in the sky?" A closer look shows that there are cars in the sky, and none of them emit exhaust gas. I went to the supermarket by car and found that people were using plastic bags. I'll tell them that so much is not environmentally friendly. Wonn't the problem that plastic bags are not environmentally friendly be improved in the future? A policeman came up with a bottle of water and a plastic bag. He told me that it was an environmentally friendly plastic bag. Just pour this bottle of water on it and it will become oxygen. So it is called environmental protection plastic bag. This is an environmental dream of mine. I believe this is everyone's hope, and it is also the hope of our motherland.
As long as I can remember, my mother told me to form a good habit of brushing my teeth from an early age. But I especially don't like brushing my teeth, because toothpaste foam gets on my mouth, which is very spicy, and it will be very uncomfortable if I accidentally swallow it.
I remember once, I always said to my mother, "Brush your teeth in the morning, so you don't have to brush at night!" " "But my mother always lets me brush my teeth. Alas! I had to brush my teeth obediently. A few days later, my mother didn't mention brushing her teeth, so I stopped brushing my teeth.
Because if you don't brush your teeth, it will smell in your mouth, so you have to endure it. A few days later, my mouth was swollen like a stuffed bun. It hurts when you touch it. It's really "toothache is not a disease, it will kill you if it hurts"! I can't eat well and sleep well because of this tooth. It's terrible. Finally, I went to the hospital for examination. It turned out that I had a decayed tooth and the doctor blocked the hole for me. Later, my teeth stopped hurting.
With the lesson of this toothache, I began to pay attention to brushing my teeth. I insist on brushing my teeth every morning and evening. Now, I have formed the good habit of brushing my teeth in the morning and evening. I also made up a jingle, "If you want to maintain good oral hygiene, you should brush your teeth frequently in the morning and evening." . Keep good oral hygiene and stop toothache. "
Unconsciously, I have been changing everything. The pines and cypresses outside the house have grown green from seedlings, and the Qin bricks and Han tiles have already become tall buildings. When we grow up, our growing hearts are as bright as that sunflower. Times have changed, and meeting and saying goodbye has become the only way for people to live.
"I advise you to have another glass of wine. There is no reason to go out to the Western Heaven." Our predecessors have always attached great importance to our friends, and they did not forget to send a farewell wine when they left. May our affection last forever and never forget the profound meaning of "China has a conscience, and heaven remains our neighbourhood". "Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown." After years of wind, frost, rain and snow, in this dead of night, people are always sad, ignoring the truth that "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." In this way, although the farewell is cruel, it is also wonderful.
Darkness swallowed the last ray of sunshine. It was night and the earth was silent. People dare not face this cold world and finally have to say goodbye to the sunset. The next day, the golden sky evokes people's infinite waiting, which is dawn; Flowers wither, trees use yellow leaves to predict the arrival of winter, and fallen leaves return to their roots, indicating that spring returns to the earth and the four seasons alternate; Looking up at the full moon, I am amazed. The moon lacks stars, but I can't help it ... Life is short, but it is accompanied by farewell, interpreting different life and revealing the difference between cold and heat. Let Qiu Shui brush his pen and listen to the songs in his ear, just like a fisherman fishing, happy and comfortable. Forests and colorful leaves are the most beautiful embellishments of life. ...
I want to scream at the sky, laugh at the years and laugh at the deformity. As the saying goes: Farewell is wonderful!
The second day of composition 5, because of love, the sky wrote songs with the sun, moon and stars; Because of love, the earth is chanting poems of landscape flowers; Everything in our life is wonderful because of love. ...
Because of love, it is not uncomfortable to get sick.
I fell ill not long ago and my cough was very black. I took a bag of medicine in a box and it didn't get better. Even the mother who is a doctor is anxious, which is not normal! Later, I heard that steaming citrus with honey can relieve cough. My parents want to try, but where can I find oranges in summer? It rained heavily and violently in summer. My parents inquired deeply about several fruit shops and finally brought a bag of small green oranges. Honey can't cover up the sour taste of oranges. You can look at your parents who are soaked but look distressed. Whatever is sour and bitter is delicacies.
Bite your teeth and eat. I feel really much better. But I think what really cured me was my parents' deep love, rain or shine.
Because of love, labor is not hard.
"Look! The legendary United Airlines 19 class! " I glanced at the two slightly excited girls next to me and smiled in my heart: "How's it going? Envy? " On duty, in class 19, it is not hard at all, but full of laughter. My friend and I were carrying buckets and mops when we just went out and were stopped by the Labor Committee. "Your labor committee members have worked hard ..." Before the words were finished, the buckets and mops in our hands disappeared, leaving only the laughter of the labor committee members far away in the corridor: "Go home, we will drag it." The students around laughed.
Oh, it's hopeless. The labor committee has to worry about such things. Everyone is willing to stay and work, because we love our brothers and sisters and 19 class.
Because of love, no matter how to struggle.
During that time, I was really crazy and didn't want to go to school. In the face of all kinds of persuasion, I despise it. Until that night I was painting on the balcony, and my mother sat opposite me. "I just want to make you happy." Why do you say that? I looked up at my mother to show that I was listening. My mother nodded: "study hard and give you a chance to choose a meaningful life." Let you have time, dignity and happy work. Reading is for your future. " At that moment, the stars blurred. When warm water drops slide across my face, I know I will struggle.
Because of this silent love and concern, I bite my teeth. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will persist and struggle!
Because there is love, it is no longer hard to pay, because there is love, life is no longer lonely; Because of love, growth is no longer helpless ... because of love, life is so wonderful.
A lion woke up and found that his tail was labeled as a donkey with official seal, signature and serial number. He knew he couldn't tear it off, so he had to tear it off legally. He asked everywhere if it was a lion, but the results were different. Similarly, many people sympathize with him, but no one tears off the label for him. Finally, the lion turned into a donkey and made the donkey cry.
How ridiculous this story is! It's clearly a lion but it's labeled as a donkey. Doesn't this mean that deer are horses? Sadly, the lion couldn't stick to the fact that he was a lion, so he became suspicious of it and eventually became a donkey. What is the reason? This is because of the label on his tail-donkey.
The label donkey on the lion's tail also exists in the real society. Incorrect evaluation, unfair status and treatment, and unequal positions are not all labels? These labels don't match the facts. Do people who are labeled with these labels have to admit this irrationality? They should stick to their own values, not be bound by labels, let it decide themselves, but should recognize themselves.
A person always has his own value, and he should get a position that matches it. This is not determined by society. The key is to see how you struggle. There was a billionaire whose family was poor when he was a child. He studied hard and was finally admitted to a famous American university. In order to pay high tuition fees and maintain basic daily life, he took the initiative to clean the campus. He can earn some money every month to solve his difficulties. Within a month, he picked up as many as $500 coins from the ground. He is very worried about it. He thought it was a great waste and wrote a letter to the US Treasury, explaining the phenomenon and asking for a solution. But the Ministry of Finance replied that the work was ineffective. He picked up these coins and used them at that time. At that time, he was called a poor boy by others because he was poor. He recalled that after graduation, he wrote a letter to the Ministry of Finance, from which he saw the business opportunity that suddenly inspired generate and founded a listed company named Coinstar. He bought a lot of coin changers next to the big supermarket. Because people have a strong desire to exchange coins, his business is thriving. He signed a contract with the supermarket to give him 9% of the profit from currency exchange. In this way, just five years later, Coinstar has thousands of outlets in large shopping malls in the United States, and its business is world-renowned.
Know yourself too well and revel in inappropriate fame. There are many examples of titles, such as Zhao Kuo. Although he is familiar with the art of war, he only knows that it is an armchair strategist and has nothing to do with reality. When the Prince of Zhao appointed him as a general, he got carried away and didn't realize his weakness, so he led hundreds of thousands of troops to fight Qin Jun, only to end up with hundreds of thousands of troops completely annihilated and killed in battle. Only when we know ourselves clearly and are not burdened by fame and fortune can we find our own correctness.
Know yourself! Don't be overwhelmed by inappropriate labels attached by society and the collective, and don't overestimate yourself. Insist on your own value, correctly evaluate your own ability, tear off unreasonable labels and realize your own value!
I have asked myself countless times: What is life? When I was very young, my grandmother told me that life is to live well. When I was older, my mother told me that life is about trying to put what I like and appreciate in an empty room of my own. After school, the teacher told me that life is to make every day wonderful and valuable.
If someone wants to ask me now: What is life? At the age of thirteen, although I can't define life or fully interpret its connotation, I am happy to read life with you.
Last winter, my mother traveled to Guizhou. As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to accept the gift. In fact, a few days ago, I was wondering whether my mother would bring me delicious food or fun this time. Because every time my mother is away, she will bring me some small gifts to affirm my outstanding performance at home alone. Just when I was full of expectations, my mother carefully took out four unknown grasses from my luggage and handed them to me: "Come, this time my mother brought you a particularly precious gift, you should cherish it!" "I almost cried when I saw it." Mom, you don't have to bring me a present, but you have to bring some grass all the way back. What do you mean? "I don't want it!" "Don't underestimate these grasses, they are extraordinary!" Seeing that I was angry, my mother took me into her arms and said earnestly, "Although my mother doesn't know the names of these grasses, they have a magical power that can bring me back from far away and give it to my favorite son!"
"You know what? They grew up in the steep crevices of Tongren Grand Canyon without any soil. They were only drilled out by a little gap between the rocks, and there was no trace of barren on the leaves. Look, it's winter now. Many plants are no longer lush, but much greener and greener! "
Listening to my mother's words without exaggeration, I seem to have lost my previous grievances. Someone stole a curious look at the grass in my mother's hand: the root is like taro, and a few white beards are exposed outside. I can't see the soil, but it looks solid. The most eye-catching thing is the special green that my mother said. The leaves are fat and green. It's just a few leaves without stems. I can't seem to find half of the extra leaves. Every one of them is standing in high spirits, without the sense of struggle on the road and cowardice in the new environment, like a strong person! In contrast, I seem to be much more delicate than these grasses, and I quickly withdrew my eyes in shame.
"According to the local tour guide, this kind of grass is a plant with strong vitality. It doesn't depend on soil. The harder the rocks are, the more they grow. They are not afraid of cold and heat, and they are green all year round; When it is coldest, it is pregnant with its flowering period. After the ice and snow melt, it will grow long stems and then bloom dazzling red flowers! " I don't know whether my mother is talking to me or talking to herself, but her tone is full of wonder and admiration for these lives.
"Mom, are you impressed by the magic of life and the power of survival of this grass?" After listening to my mother's story, my mind seems to be touched. I held the grass in my mother's hands and felt a lot closer to them at once. The veins on the leaves are clearly visible, so clean and not tangled at all, which seems to show off how powerful every independent life is! A few well-defined white whiskers must be a rock climber. They are as strong and beneficial as African paws, and none of them are depressed, so you can't underestimate them! Suddenly, I feel as if there are several resolute men standing in front of me, all trying to challenge me! I said firmly, "Mom, let's plant it together!" " "
My mother and I found the biggest and best flowerpot in our house, picked out some of the best soil in the yard, and asked them to settle here with great ideas.
At first, I went to see it every day and watered it every week, but instead of finding growth, I felt that the leaves were much thinner than before! I also gradually lost a lot of enthusiasm and stopped paying attention to it every day.
During the Spring Festival holiday, our family went to the countryside for more than ten days, during which there was a heavy snow. When I went home to see them, there were only a few dead leaves left in the flowerpot! I don't feel any pity in my heart, but I'm still thinking that what my mother said before must have lied to me! These things are not special at all! My mother seemed to read my mind and said thoughtfully, "Life sometimes needs to wait. When you can't see its color, you should calm down and listen to his voice! " "Life has a voice? I want to know.
It's time for plants to turn yellow again. Although I sometimes listen, I hear nothing but the sound of a few dead leaves being blown away by the wind or the sigh of a lonely flowerpot! But my mother insisted on not planting flowerpots on other things. I know she is waiting for the miracle of life!
Just when we were about to forget this matter, once I went to the balcony to air my shoes, my eyes inadvertently swept the flowerpot, and a green leaf the size of a melon seed shell actually plunged into my eyes! Let me have a closer look. Wow! It's the grass that broke through the ground! I exclaimed, "Mom, they are growing up!" "Mom is not as excited as I am, and seems to have known that they will grow up! Maybe my mother keeps hearing these voices of life breaking out of the ground.
"I can't catch up with the spring when everything recovers, and I can't catch up with the summer when life is jointing, but as long as it is life, I shouldn't give up growth. Even in the autumn when everything is dying, I still want to be strong and bloom my wonderful life! " I suddenly looked up and saw my mother staring at my eyes affectionately. It seems that my mother is not talking about these grasses, but reading, listening to songs and thinking about life with her son!
Oh, it turns out that life is not only colorful, but also has sound; Not only must you be strong, but you also need to work hard to bloom!
I finally understand life!
Do you know Grade Two Composition 8? Your hair, it smells.
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I don't know when it started, but you kept appearing in my field of vision, like a ray of warm light. You always shake your lovely soft hair. It's a ponytail. You always like to play with me, the cheerful jumping figure always makes me giggle, and the happy ponytail touches my nose inadvertently. Flowers like birds, with the purest natural flavor. Let me remember that this smell is the smell of my sister's hair.
Gradually, you start to go to school and are busy studying. I have less and less chance to smell your hair. How I wish I could see the smiling face behind your happy black ponytail.
You have been running to your dream school, and your fluttering ponytail is drifting away, so that I can't touch or smell it. That kind of natural exultation has become the intangible thing I miss most. I have been chasing you, but you always leave before me. I can't catch your hair or your heart.
That year, you were a senior in high school. It was a busy and intense study time. You start to lose your hair, and the hair left on the table shines in the yellowish light. That day, you left early, and I got up and saw the lamp that had not been turned off. When I looked forward, a filament appeared in front of me. I picked up one at random, and I couldn't see clearly what this hair looked like, so I sniffed it close to my nostrils. No taste. Maybe it's too small for me to smell, but in my heart, I feel that natural and jubilant taste is slowly disappearing, leaving a tasteless and pale taste.
You are working hard, regardless of your own efforts. And I, as the person who silently refuels behind you, can only helplessly watch the happy ponytail rush to the distance. Although I am trying to catch up, I still can't compare with your hair. Sister! The smell of your hair, like a ray of warmth, encourages me to move forward.
Then you went to college and I went to junior high school. On that day, when you took off your holster, your tight ponytail bloomed instantly, and your black hair still shone. What is left is the soft long hair on your shoulders. As if suddenly liberated, my heart, with your hair relaxed, you have to run to a farther school.
On the day you left, you waved goodbye to me, you waved goodbye to me, and I said goodbye to you outside the fence in the same way. At this time, a smiling face appeared in front of my eyes, just like that year, exactly the same. Looking back, your shiny black hair, like a willow branch in spring, danced happily against the wind, just like that year, even without changing direction. The ponytail of that year appeared in front of me. I held out my waving hand and watched you leave. Followed by the smell of nature and joy. I firmly believe that it is the smell of your hair, the gentlest taste.
Sister, you are still struggling, and no one can stop you, but I just need to keep chasing you, because I know that although I can't touch your hair, what I am looking for is the smell of your hair left after running, which carries your dreams, my dreams and your indelible love for me.
I won't forget your hair. That smell, warm and persistent.
-P.S.