I'm so vague. Secular eyes can't fathom me, but they can deeply understand my existence.
I came in a hurry and rustled.
I would like to play with the appropriate curtains and blow up its swaying yarn, bringing a ray of summer coolness to the creatures on the earth; Lift a moving veil on the lush green night and wild ground and dedicate your moving body to the blue sea and blue sky.
The mother of fire, thunder and electricity said I was a naughty child. When you are happy, the wind blows a cool breeze; When the air pressure is low, a typhoon that rolls up stocks rapidly with the rise. Let people share joys and sorrows with me.
The hair on the teenager's forehead was swept up from time to time, and the skirt of the girl's school uniform swayed from time to time.
I can be happy from the heart. The vast land let me shuttle, spring, summer, autumn and winter, crops in four seasons, and girls form good playmates. I became the darling of nature, leaving a dazzling shadow of my Mercedes-Benz everywhere.
But sometimes I am gentle and understanding. In front of people who are in pain and sorrow, fan a breeze for their hearts and soothe their hearts that are irritated by trivial matters; Tell endless homesickness for distant wanderers and send them to lonely mountain villages and parents' hearts; For hearts that are sweet and empty because of love, the secret words of happiness float from the north of the earth to the ears of lovers in the south; Bring the mother's smile in heaven to the innocent and kind children.
Similarly, I hate all gloomy souls very much. I want to sweep the dirty dog hiding in a small corner of the world out of the dust, expose his bad case in people's headlines for an instant, let his reputation spread and let his reputation last forever.
I'm not heartless, I just have a heart.
I want to see the world from time to time and calm the warm and restless heart and erratic soul.
Senior one composition 2 just finished the exam today, the final exam. How time flies! In a blink of an eye, the last semester of senior one passed and the final exam was finished. He also said that the semester was long and he felt nothing.
The only thing that bothers me is that we have a two-week holiday, not even a month, saying that next semester will be short and school will start early. Make up lessons. He actually wants to make up lessons. Our monitor said it himself. If you feel uncomfortable, you can report it to the Education Bureau. I don't want to go to class anyway. Then, our class was boiling, saying that we would call the Education Bureau together tomorrow, or directly call the mayor's hotline. As a result, tomorrow, it seems that no one has called, but they are all here, so you dare not call.
There is also dissatisfaction with our monitor and swallowed our books. That is, the book fees we paid before, some are much more, and the whole school is more. Then I started to refund money. As a result, almost everyone in other classes returned 4.50 yuan, and as a result, our class did not return a dime. And we are a boarding school, and we went to school for eight days in a row that week. Usually six days. Then someone doesn't have enough money to eat. Then, we began to encourage the monitor to ask the monitor for money, because other classes have already given money, but our class has not. The reason was that I had no money to eat, so I asked him for help. As a result, the monitor didn't have the money to starve, which suffocated us all, which made me very angry. It's useless for our class to want to withdraw the class fee. Irritating, alas!
The holiday is coming, no, it can be said that it has already been a holiday, but I don't know what happened. Why do I feel so wronged and uncomfortable during this holiday? It's a little irritating, strange, ah, ah, I feel very uncomfortable.
There are different views on love and being loved in composition 3 of senior one.
what is love ? This is an eternal false proposition because there is no answer at all. What is the true meaning of love? This is an eternal false proposition, because it has no real meaning. what is love ? what is love ? Since there is no love, there is no difference.
Looking back, in the historical love, no matter what these so-called meanings are, we will always be left with love that we regret for a lifetime and are determined. Wang Fuzhi is love, Meng Jiangnv cries the Great Wall is love, Cowherd and Weaver Girl are love, Li Qingzhao is widowed, Zhou Wang and da ji are love, Farewell My Concubine is love, the story of Lu Bu and Diuxin is love, Daiyu and Baoyu are love, and so on. Have a plenty of ordinary love, have a plenty of emperor's love. Love, there is no distinction between high and low, nor does it mean high and low. Respecting each other as guests is shallow love, and constant love is deep love.
In life, lovers will always be found quarreling because of love; Breaking up is the release of love. Marry because of love; Divorce is the funeral of love. In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, the combination of two people has its purpose and inevitability. Although there is no interest (and I dare not because of the combination of interests), love itself is to accommodate, that is, to seize the possible opportunity to love and be loved. As the saying goes, love is the grave of marriage, which is not unreasonable, but it is somewhat exaggerated, and it is meaningless to talk about love.
In reality, tolerance is the greatest love; Accompanying and understanding, cherishing each other and being grateful are the most ordinary and precious love.
Love has no meaning, love has no real meaning, and love is not high or low. If you have to give a statement, only one of them happens to be together, just combined into husband and wife, just turned into family, this is true love.
Therefore, whether it is family, friendship or love, cherish each other, follow each other all the way, be grateful to each other, and have deep feelings.
The training ground in the afternoon is a hot stove. The sun has long lost its lazy posture, turned its face into a fiery fireball, baking the earth mercilessly. The dark green of the tree is no longer green, and the grass has slightly recovered its dead leaves. Only Parthenocissus tricuspidata is still in its original posture, rising and rising again.
Under the scorching sun, it is the immature faces of the students. The training in the afternoon was the hardest, but the students were not frightened by the sudden heat wave, but stood on the playground in high spirits and completed every movement according to the standard. Hug your belly! At the instructor's command, we all put our hands in front of our stomachs, do a good job of holding our stomachs, and then keep our ears straight and prepare for the next command. Just go! As soon as the voice fell, I saw 58 students in the class kick their legs out together, and their feet landed together, neatly and regularly. Patriotic and realistic, confident and diligent! One two three four, one two three four! We shouted slogans forcefully on the playground and were baptized by the sun god. After a few days, the students were all tanned, but they were all healthy and beautiful.
For five and a half days, sometimes the sun was blazing, sometimes the lightning flashed and thundered, but Parthenocissus always maintained its posture, constantly striving to climb to the top of the wall, never slacking off and never giving up; And these five and a half days of students are also rain or shine, insist on training, like a soldier every day, strict with themselves, exercise themselves and sharpen themselves.
These five and a half days of military training are really bitter, but they have really given us a lot: we should be as firm as Parthenocissus tricuspidata, work hard towards the set goals, be fearless of difficulties and obstacles, persevere, work hard and rush to the peak of life.
After difficulties and obstacles, I came to the middle school in my mind, which means no regrets. I remember when I first entered the school, the environment was not perfect, but during this year, it made progress with me and became better and better.
Entering high school, the biggest change is in study and high-intensity training. Fortunately, I quickly integrated into the life of senior one. Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm disappointed. There are laughter and tears, and I've experienced a life of many flavors.
This year, I was most worried about being confused and moving forward without a goal, just like a lonely boat walking in the foggy water at night. You have nothing to rely on except wandering aimlessly. We talk loudly about dreams and other things every day, but do you know where you want to go in the future? Is there a boat that can take you through this endless darkness?
After experiencing confusion and constant reflection, I found myself gradually liking reading and drawing a lot of strength from it; I have also made many intimate friends, and we spend every weekend together, so that my weekend is no longer lonely.
Never taste the beauty of the first year, just like a runaway wild horse running forward. Gradually, you can only see its back and imaginary appearance. It is so charming and full of energy. But I can only savor it slowly in my heart.
This year, I laughed, moved, lost, failed and succeeded. I think I should leave a good memory for myself. One day in the future, recalling the present, I will probably say, "I will definitely live up to my freshman year!" " "
I didn't like my brother much before.
He was born when I was in third grade. At first, I didn't welcome him, and even made a fierce protest against his arrival. This boycott lasted for a long time. Until that day.
"Son, let's go to the neighborhood center to buy food?" My mother invited me, and I said yes without much thought. My brother is happy like a rabbit in the back, blinking his watery eyes and following us. Along the way, he kept pointing at passing cars and everything he thought was novel with his petite and slender fingers, just like a book "100,000 Why". But every time he asks a question, I watch my mother patiently answer the question, and there is a trace of joy in my mouth and a surge of disgust in my heart. It was this bad guy who took away the love that should have belonged to me! Thinking like this, I saw his eyes so pure, without any pollution, like translucent crystal, and I became more and more unhappy. I always thought he was faking it, and I was even more angry.
"What do you want to eat?" My mother seemed to see my displeasure and asked me later. "Just buy a chicken chops." I replied in dismay. "I want to buy lollipops!" My younger brother's immature voice also sounds very happy. "I didn't say you!" I said secretly in my mind. "I want to buy two, and I want to eat one for my brother." The younger brother lifted up his innocent face and added.
At that moment, I was very shocked A four-year-old child already knows how to share selflessly. As a brother, I am complaining about his unwarranted "charges". I feel that my figure is getting shorter and shorter until I am smaller than my brother. I don't deserve to be a brother. With this remorse, I was silent for a long time.
Finally, I took a deep breath and responded loudly: "Well, I'll share my brother's chicken chops with you!" " Not only chicken chops and lollipops, but all the beautiful things in my future life, I am willing to share with you!
The ideal of composition 7 in senior one seems far away, but in fact it is only close at hand.
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The journey of life is long and colorful, just like sailing on the horizon. Sometimes it will be calm, but sometimes it will be stormy and difficult to drive. But as long as the lighthouse in our hearts is not extinguished, we can continue to sail along our own welding line. The road of life is long and colorful. I learned to laugh in the sun, to be strong in the clouds, to hold on to my hope in the gale, and to hold on to my ideals in the rainstorm. Looking back at the key points, I found my own way.
The ideal is always beautiful, and it is a place where you can realize your wishes and get happiness the fastest and easiest, so we never lack the ideal. If the ideal is a noble and beautiful princess, she is arrogant and reserved; Then the pursuit is a simple and honest girl, approachable; If the ideal is a full moon in the water, then the pursuit is a bright sun in the air; If the ideal is a fleeting mirage in the desert, then the pursuit is an oasis not far from hope. Li Bai, a romantic poet, left us with endless wisdom and spiritual wealth. He didn't forget his value because of the frustration of his career. His free and easy "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?" is a true portrayal of his heart. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Tao Yuanming's leisure gave us endless enjoyment. They found their own life value in their pursuit, and they didn't lose themselves because of setbacks, so they can achieve such brilliance.
Friend, put down your books and put aside the old ways of your predecessors. Follow the goals and directions in your heart, make firm progress, and make progress for your own ideals.
Hello, students and teachers!
I'm glad to stand here today and make this speech for you. The theme of my speech today is dreams. Everyone has his own ideal city, loaded with his own dreams. Is it important to dream? The answer is, of course, because you have a dream, you have the motivation to struggle, the reason to persist, and the first step to success.
Martin Luther King said, "I live because of my dream, and I am willing to give my life for it." This is Martin's manifesto, and he did it. He explained his dream with his life and exchanged his blood for the equality of black people. I admire him. He is a hero, and he is the greatest dreamer. His dream is not just empty talk, but practical action.
Speaking of this, I remember a sentence I once liked very much: "Never strive for it, why don't you belong to it?" Yes! Dreams are not used for daydreaming, but for daydreaming. This is called fantasy. It will only bring suffering to people. Dreams should be pursued with practical actions. Perhaps the front is still dark, but I believe that behind the darkness is the dawn of success, and perhaps the road to chasing dreams is bumpy. But when you go over and look back, you will find that you have become more mature, more stable and more confident, and you are not far from the door to success.
It is not enough to have a dream, but to have practical actions. Come on! We are teenagers in the flower season, so we should work hard and strive hard! I believe tomorrow will be better, because I have a dream to accompany me.
Thank you!
Today is the first day of school, and all the teachers and students watched the first lesson.
The main content of this program is four class meetings around the "ideal", which makes people feel as if they are growing up in the arms of their dreams.
Today, I can't help myself, just for the burning dream in my heart. Today I feel the years. Dreams are the seeds of the soul and the true feelings of the soul. Thanks to the dream for giving me an opportunity to vent, dream, let the dream set sail!
Life is a river, life is upstream and death is downstream. We all hope that dreams are its most exultant and passionate tentacles, so we have unlimited hope and vitality. With the best hope for tomorrow, my dream is chasing me, which makes me unable to run forward. I hope my dream will set sail one day. Dreams can change a person's life, which is why I long for dreams and pursue them. The light and heat of dreams are released at that moment. Yesterday's dream can become today's hope and tomorrow's reality. Since ancient times, heroes have produced teenagers. As long as you persist in not giving up and have a persistent heart, anyone can let their dreams set sail!
Every change in dreams is due to the maturity of thoughts. But the final result should be the most promising and valuable. It can give me the most sincere meaning. Although it may be weak, who can deny that my dream illuminates my sky?
Dreams are not dreams, as long as you make up your mind to stick to them and let them set sail!
My mother is 37 years old. She is a gardener who cultivates the flowers of the motherland. Although she is so ordinary, in my heart, she is so great.
It was a summer, and I was going home from school. Suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs outside. I feel a little disappointed to see parents coming and going to pick up their children from school. As I walked, I watched the raindrops hit the ground and made small holes. "child." A gentle voice came into my ears. I looked up, ah! It's mom. I walked slowly to my mother. Mother put on my raincoat and said sadly, "Come on, son, put on your raincoat quickly, lest you catch cold." I looked at my mother's slightly rough hands and kind face and felt uncomfortable unconsciously. A tear slowly rolled down my cheek and flowed into my raincoat and shoes. ...
My mother has to go to work every day and send me to school every day. At night, I will give my students evening lessons and go home to prepare lessons.
One night, my mother was concentrating on preparing lessons in the study, and a huge heat woke me up from my sleep. I woke up and found that the quilt had been pushed away by me. My mother came over and I closed my eyes at once. Mother tucked me in with her rough hands and then went back to the study to prepare her lessons. At this moment, a tear fell quietly. ...
This is my mother, a great mother, who gave me selfless love.
Senior one composition 1 1 From early autumn to deep winter, from warm sun to first snow, day and night, time keeps moving forward. The wind gradually stopped and my heart gradually calmed down. 20xx walks too fast, pencils are getting shorter and shorter, and painting is getting better and better.
From cable arrangement to typing, from black-and-white lines to five tones, from skewed curves to smooth curves, cable arrangement changed from changeable to less, and the rubber gradually became smaller until the final exam. We have experienced a lot, and that impetuous heart is slowly sinking.
It was sunny and breezy that day. It was a quiet afternoon and the atmosphere was just right. Slide straight out of the pen tip and jump on the paper to form a figure, erase the redundant structural frame, shadow it, and then start painting. Remember the coloring methods of the five colors, from deep to light, from the sideline to the background, like connecting dawn from night, and finally a little fish-belly white. Sunlight squeezed in through the cracks in the window and sprinkled on the unformed paintings, like starlight at night. Standing far away, it seems that there is too much black to drown out the highlights. Rub the rubber carefully and fill it slowly with paper towels. Time goes by with the wear of the pen tip, and in this leisurely afternoon, my work is finished. I called my teacher and listened carefully to the teacher's praise and suggestions. The radian of my mouth was getting bigger and bigger. At that moment, I felt that all my efforts were not in vain and my arm didn't hurt so much. A full sense of accomplishment makes up for all my hard work. I looked at my painting and smiled stupidly.
There are always many wonderful moments in life. They are not thrilling, but they are always fresh in my memory.
High school composition 12 the mountain is towering and straight because of the extrusion of plates, the river is choppy because of the tempering of sharp stones, and the rainbow is particularly beautiful because of the baptism of storms. Our life needs difficulties to be colorful. We have always admired the cool military posture of the People's Liberation Army. We heard that we were going to military training in August 15 and talked in our sleep.
When I arrived at Xi 'an Bailuyuan Military Training Base, my military training life began, but the excitement when I came on the first day was gone, which was completely different from the artistic conception when I read Bailuyuan written by teacher Chen Shi.
The first day of excitement began:
At six o'clock in the morning, with a sharp whistle, we lined up for the first training activity and practiced military posture.
It's like washing your hair while practicing military posture on a big playground in the hot sun. We always look at the instructor's mouth and hope he says "dismissed". It may take ten minutes or ten years. The sun exerts its heat to the extreme and ruthlessly "transfers" it to us. After the training, we rolled up our sleeves and drew a clear line. Is this simply the skin of two people? One side is white and the other side is black.
In this way, after five days, we finally went to travel and came to the picturesque whale valley. This is not as good as heaven. Before we could enjoy the weather, our faces changed. It is raining cats and dogs. We ran in the rain and forgot everything. We only remember the soaked hat, soaked clothes and shoes, and our roar. We ran across the village, across the vegetable fields, and let the heavy rain penetrate our uniforms. Our bodies went back to the dormitory and gave a gasping laugh.
During this time, I learned too much about stabbing, holding military posture and folding quilts. The most important thing is to learn to stand on your own feet and get rid of dependence on your parents. There is a lot of bitterness here, but more is sweet. The high school students I know will study with me and experience the happiness of unity and cooperation. This memory will be unforgettable for me.
This is an unforgettable military training.
Senior one composition 13 Entering senior three, schools, teachers, classmates and even dormitories have changed. I have been looking forward to getting along and fighting with people in the dormitory. But, my new dormitory, what's going on?
I hate people who always take advantage of others and bosse around, but unfortunately, there are such people in our dormitory, and then my harmonious dormitory image is completely destroyed. At first, I felt that the dormitory atmosphere was quite good, but after a while, some things were exposed.
I remember once, just after the evening self-study, Li (our housemaster) and I trotted from the classroom to the dormitory, and even climbed the fifth floor to get to the dormitory. Usually, I don't bring my dormitory key, but Ji Li always does, but today she forgot, so we have to wait for someone else. Unfortunately, in the end, no one took the key, so Ji Li asked Sun Gan to ask the administrator for it, so we went. Looking (as we all call her), the chubby figure appeared in our sight, panting, and handed the key to Li. When she opened the door, I thought she would bring it back. I didn't expect her to give it to me casually. I didn't say anything, so I ran downstairs and sent it to the administrator. Along the way, I wondered what she wanted and what to do with the laundry.
Later, many similar incidents happened, which almost drove me crazy. How come... I don't want to make such friends and stay in this dormitory, but what can I do?
Listening to the fragmented music, I woke up from a daze and found that the senior one, full of tears and laughter, was passing away. I often have the illusion that under the empty sky, there is a boy standing on the boundless grassland, quietly looking up at the sky, and the breeze caresses his pale face. At this time, I will wake up because my eyes are full of tears. Unconsciously, senior one, a stream full of gloomy memories, slowly passed through my mind. On a drizzly morning, I moved into the dormitory with a heavy burden. Looking at strange faces, I can't help but feel a thin layer of dense. Damp and cold air, chilly wind, stiff bed board, a feeling of loneliness is lingering.
A pair of surprised eyes always meet unintentionally, and my heart is at a loss. I'm not good at words. I came to this distant middle school. I have no friendly friends. I can only spend it in the pale and lonely sunshine without any sound. Quietly wait for the reconciliation of time and open my lonely heart. However, as time went by, we began to communicate emotionally. But I am a child who is not good at words, and I can only bear the pain brought by the poisonous arrow of life in cowardice. Jay said, "Why are you talking so crazy!" I didn't refute, just smiled.
Then curled up in the quilt, enjoying the quiet brought by the night alone, I got up the courage to look out of the window, but what I saw was decadent, pale, horrible and endless. Then the tears climbed up.
Senior one composition 15 Entering senior high school, life is getting more and more tense. I live a life of two points and one line every day, get up early and get greedy for the dark, and just want to be among the best in school. Students are also studying meticulously, and no one wants anyone to look down on them.
I don't have to envy other people's achievements and wealth, let alone despise lonely and poor people. I just need to do my duty well every day, finish it seriously, try my best to struggle on the road of life and create my own brilliant life. Because I firmly believe that as long as I work hard, I will not regret it.
Wang Anshi wrote a very philosophical sentence in the Travel Notes of Baochan: However, if you stand on your feet, you can laugh at others, but now you have no regrets! People who can't do their best can have no regrets, so who can laugh at them? Do your best and you will have no regrets.
Or, ask yourself every day, "Did you try your best?" This reminds me of a story: once upon a time, a hunter went hunting with a hunting dog. I saw a rabbit and shot it, but I didn't kill it. The rabbit ran away. So the hunter asked the hounds to chase him. Soon, the hounds returned empty-handed. The hunter scolded, "It's no use, even the injured rabbit can't catch up." The hound replied, "The rabbit is hurt. It is running like hell. If it is chased by me, it will face it, but I am just running like hell. Even if I don't catch up, I will only be scolded by you. Of course, I can't catch up. " So what I need is not to work hard every day, but to do my best every day.
A few years later, I suddenly looked back on my life, sweating and satisfied. Strive to realize your dreams, which is the most beautiful and the highest realm.
The sky left no trace of me, but I flew over!