If life is like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
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Through time, I came here, where you and I met. Let time freeze forever, at the moment we meet.
The breeze is swaying, the drizzle is falling, sitting alone in front of the window, looking at the distant mountains, a kind of melancholy comes to mind. Suddenly, a dazzling light came into my eyes, and my heart was attracted like an electric shock. An idea came to my mind to find the source of this light.
In order to find this beam of light, my figure appeared from time to time on the way of the car speeding, and the only thing that gave me back was the drizzle that hit my face mercilessly. Constantly searching, let me gradually understand my ignorance and impulse.
The mood drops sharply, and walking on the road is like a walking corpse. On second thought, I turned into an extremely remote alley. Walking into the hutong, a rusty iron gate came into view, and the scenery inside particularly shocked me. Peach blossoms are in full bloom in the garden, the breeze blows, and countless peach blossoms flutter gently with the wind. Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the peach blossoms all over the sky fell down like losing power, forming a scene? Peach blossom rain? .
The falling peach blossoms are beating the soil by the drizzle. Suddenly I found a boy about my age leaning under a peach tree, looking up at the sky, as if remembering the peach blossom rain just now. I climbed over the iron gate, found a peach tree still in full bloom and shook it vigorously. Only a few petals of peach blossom fell, and the boy suddenly stood up and walked in my direction. I don't know whether it's because I disturbed his silence or because I just. Please don't hurt him. ? Say that finish, he turned back to the tree just now. I was ashamed of my behavior just now, so I walked up to him incongruously and said, I'm really sorry. ? I saw him turn his head slightly and whispered: It's okay. Just pay attention next time. ?
I walked to the other side of the tree and leaned against it. We are here to talk and discuss life in depth. I don't know why, he has a sense of maturity beyond his age.
It's getting late. Let's say goodbye to each other and meet for the peach blossom rain next year. A year later, I revisited the old place, the same scene, the same peach blossom rain, but I didn't know where I went.
Do you turn into wind and rain, come to the place where you and I meet and meet me?
You will always meet many people in your life, but only the warmest one will be fixed in your heart and mind forever.
There are three photos on the front page of my photo album, which are neatly put together.
The first one is a yellow black and white photo. There was a young girl, wearing a light-colored thick shirt, low braids, a big hat made of rattan at the back of her neck, and a slightly shy smile on her face, standing in front of a lush, tall cornfield. Of course, the girl in this photo is not me, but when my grandmother was young.
The second photo is a color photo. A girl in sportswear stood at the entrance of the university campus, with short hair showing her ears. Her high-spirited face is full of youth. This girl is my mother and has just entered the university.
In the third photo, the little girl is standing on the picturesque campus, with bangs and ponytails, one hand holding up and scissors hands on her face, laughing carefree. This little girl is me.
Grandma, mom and I, three generations get together at leisure, and mom always likes to take out her photo album and look through it, so I pester grandma and mom to tell stories in the photos.
? I'm still working in the fields. Grandma began to remember. The production team came over and said they would take pictures of us. I don't even have time to go home and change. I just walked out of the corn forest, dusted my clothes, adjusted my clothes and hair, and stood in front of the camera in a daze. ? Grandma is still a little sorry about this. ? This is the first photo in my life. I'm not dressed properly. This is the only photo when I was young. I was only a teenager then. Now, I should still be in junior high school. ?
? When I was a child, there were many photos, from black and white photos to color photos. ? Mom pointed to the person in the photo and asked me to recognize it. Guess if I can recognize it. ? Look, this is a picture of me when I was a child. That's stupid. Although it was not uncommon to take pictures at that time, I still couldn't take pictures whenever I wanted to. Basically every few years. When we go to school and graduate, the school will organize to take pictures for us, or for memorable events, so I borrowed a camera to take pictures and travel with my good friends, so I rented a camera to take pictures. I took this photo as a souvenir when I was in college. At that time, a film camera was used, and the definition was not very good. ?
I have more photos and two photo albums. From birth to now, there are photos taken on the Great Wall, some traveling in Shanghai, some at school and some at home? Careful mother recorded my growth.
? You are the happiest. You've been everywhere. You can take photos with your mobile phone at any time, leaving so many photos. When you grow up, you can look at photos and recall the good times when you were a child. How meaningful. ? My mother nodded at the tip of my nose and said with tolerance.
Through the photos of three generations, I have seen the changes of the times, not only the photographic equipment and technology are improving, but also the living standards have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Grandma never went to school when she was a child. My mother's generation expanded its enrollment, and my mother became a college student. Now our study conditions are better. People's lives have gradually changed from black and white to five colors. These photos are a small happiness and a proof of the country's prosperity.
In the difficult course of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, there are too many heroes singing praises. Every time I turn to the history of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression where Chinese people fought to defend their country, I will always be immersed in the heroic moment of the anti-Japanese heroes for a long time and look up to the standing spirit with reverence.
Before the five strong men of Langya Mountain jumped off the cliff, they looked at the smiling faces of victory and the slogans of heroes when the masses and troops were far away. Down with Japanese imperialism! Long live the middle class in China! ? Frozen into eternity before my eyes?
194 1 On September 25th, the Japanese army assembled three or four thousand troops and invaded the Langya Mountain area in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei base area. At that time, many of our cadres, 30,000 to 40,000 people, were hiding in this area. Due to the disparity between the enemy and ourselves, the company decided to transfer the main force and cadres and the masses to the Longwang Temple, with the seventh company and the sixth class as the cover. In order to cover the transfer of the company and the masses, five soldiers from Class Six fought and retreated, leading the enemy to the precipice of the seven rows of tuo in Langya Mountain. They fought fiercely with the enemy. When the grenades and bullets were used up, they would rather die than surrender, jumped off the bottomless cliff behind them and wrote a magnificent anti-Japanese ode with their lives.
After reading this history, I can't be calm for a long time. Their triumphant smiles before jumping off the cliff brought tears to my eyes. What did I deeply feel at this moment? See death? Although they jumped off the cliff, they took the joy of completing the cover task; Although they gave their lives for justice, they held the belief of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's victory. Although they were smashed to pieces, what they left behind was an indomitable spirit?
The five strong men of Langya Mountain are eternal, and what they left us is the spirit of standing tall. Anti-Japanese heroes exchanged their lives and blood for War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's victory and made indelible contributions to the establishment of new China. As a new generation of pupils, why don't we study hard for the rise of China?
Looking back on our learning and growth process, some of our children are afraid when they encounter math problems; Some children don't want to conquer when they see reading; Some children recite a word, that is, push from pillar to post. In life, some children cry when they fall on the playground; Always thinking about avoiding the important while on duty? I remember once my mother and I went swimming in the water park. I accidentally fell on my toe cut by pebbles, and bright red blood oozed from the wound. I started crying, and finally my mother carried me home. Now it's really wrong to be a China man. I must learn from the indomitable spirit of revolutionary heroes, start from overcoming small difficulties around me and be a tenacious primary school student.
After reading the stories of our five brave men, do you feel extremely small? I feel very heavy and ashamed that there are only dozens of pages in my hand. I must follow your example and take over your gun. I am not afraid of difficulties, study hard and study hard, and build a better and more prosperous motherland when I grow up!
The topic of high school composition is freeze frame. 4 Xia Guang recedes, night falls, and night comes as scheduled.
The dark blue satin was burnt into pale yellow spots by matchsticks, and several shining stars hung at the top of the forest. The annoying night is coming again.
I turned my head and looked at the star that was still shining in the moonlight. I was envious and jealous. Look at me again, in the shadow of the moonlight, I have only a faint light and I can hardly see it.
Look up at the bright moon again. Clear and bright. No wonder even the great poet Li Bai is in this beautiful moonlight. Until, holding up my cup, I asked Mingyue that she was dancing to find a shadow. As for me, my brilliance is so dim, no one sees me, no one knows my name, no one praises my faint starlight, no poet sings for me, no one remembers me! I am just a dim microsatellite in the vast night sky.
Why am I born this humble star, no one appreciates it, no one feels sorry for my existence, and no one is happy because of my existence! I also want to have a unique and dazzling existence. I also want someone to sing for me. I also want a poet to write immortal poems for me. I also want someone to be happy because of my existence?
I'm fed up with this dull life. I want to be a bright moon and a brilliant sun, unique and eye-catching. But, how can you? _ It is better to burn in an instant than to be so gloomy all your life. Goodbye?
I jumped down from the high sky, drew a dazzling arc in the sky, and slowly, slowly walked towards death.
I bowed my head, embraced the vast land and bid farewell to my old life.
Suddenly, a immature voice inadvertently came into my ears.
? Mom, mom, look, there is a meteor, so beautiful! It's even better than the photo! ?
? Yes! What a beautiful meteor! Come on, son, close your eyes and make a wish! ?
I turned my head and saw a lot of people gathered on the overpass. Many people hold mobile phones and freeze the beauty of this moment; Some people embrace each other excitedly, just because of the beauty of this moment; Some people, close their eyes, put their hands together and sincerely make a wish; There are others? People's faces are full of various expressions, including joy, happiness, surprise, emotion and happiness?
I have mixed feelings in my heart. It turns out that I can also make others happy because of my existence. I tried my best to bloom the last beauty of my life, and the dazzling arc of light was in an instant? Coagulation? Freeze the last beauty of life in this blue night sky.
The long road of life, why envy those who are far away? Being yourself is the most dazzling existence.
Tiny stardust, frozen moment, frozen eternity.
Thin time always slips away from your broad palm. Looking back, I wonder if those memories will fall like yellow leaves in autumn and be buried under the roots without a trace. But I firmly believe that Ye's love for trees can last forever, just like Mom's love for me.
From coming to my present school, growing up little by little, to experiencing that unforgettable night with my mother, I completed the perfect transformation from a little boy to a big man.
I always feel that the holiday time passes too fast and I have to go back to school again. Although it was only Sunday night, it was already dark because it was winter. Because I was not at ease, my mother decided to drive my own electric car to send me to school. I refused again and again, but I couldn't beat her in the end.
After everything was ready, we continued on our way. Although my mother wrapped me up, I can still feel the chill of winter clearly. Along the way, my mother repeatedly stressed that I wanted to stay with her, saying that it would help me keep out the wind.
Just halfway through, it was already dark, so we had to rely on the faint light in front of the car to move forward. My mother began to comfort me: Don't worry, you won't be late. I am late. I'll talk to your class teacher, and everything will be fine. Don't worry. ? In fact, my mind was not here at that time. I just feel that my mother is holding my thin body tightly and shaking all the time.
Although my mother has been emphasizing it, I can see that she has accelerated the speed of driving. I only remember that she said to her father: We will work hard on this land all our lives, and we can delay everything except our children's study. ? Suddenly, a bright light blocked our view. When our vision returned to normal, it was too late to see a black car parked on the side of the road ahead. Because of the inertia of the car, my mother and I were severely thrown out. At this time, my mind went blank, I couldn't think, and then I lost consciousness.
I don't know when the pain woke me up, but I was still lying on the cold road. I don't have time to think, but there is only one thought in my mind: Find mom! ? So, in that cold winter, in that dark night, on that cold road, I crawled hard and shouted to my mother again and again. The difficult groping lasted for a long time, and finally I touched a cold, slightly trembling hand. I was secretly glad: it was mom! ? Although I can't see my mother's face clearly at all, I can feel her pain through her hands. My mother seems to feel my existence, too, and struggles to squeeze out a sentence: Are you okay? ? I'm fine! ? I told my mother easily. ? I want to save my mother! ? I told myself firmly.
A child's faint cry for help hovered in the dark night sky for a long time. Don't! Not a child! He is already a big shot! Is the mother's dependence!
I don't know how long it took before I heard footsteps from far and near.
My memory was frozen forever, frozen in the night when my mother and I narrowly escaped death, which was also a turning point in my life.
I don't know how much I love my mother or how much my mother loves me. I only know that in the next life, the next life, I am willing to be her son! I think, mom, it is the same.