1. Bitter taste

2. Describe that poetry advocates carving, the language is not fluent, and the meaning is obscure.

3. Describe a sad mood and a dull voice. "Synonym" suffering; The antonym is sweet.

Pronunciation: k ǔ plug

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1. Preface of Su Song's poem "Poem of the Last Seven Chrysanthemums": "Heaven always eats Qi Ju, and the branches and leaves are old and hard in summer and May, and the smell is bitter, so I still eat it."

Zhang Tianyi's three essays on "New Life": "And that tea-he bought it himself, which is said to be the best" Qimen ". Only bitterness, no fragrance. "

2. Tang Li Zhao's "Tang Shi Supplement": "Yuan He has written a text, so he learns the strangeness of Han Yu and the bitterness of Fan Zongshi."

The old topic Song Youmao's Poems of the Tang Dynasty and Zhou Pu: "People love poetry, but they are especially bitter. Every time I encounter the scenery, I am curious to think about it and forget to return it every day. "

Wang Qingshizhen's "Talking about Ikebukuro, Talking about Art Seven, Liu Kai's Papers": "I want to read Hedong Collection, but I feel bitter and have a bad start."

Chen Yan's "Remake Preface": "I have traveled to Huaibei for more than a year, and I have dozens of songs. It is not a bitter place in the past."

The bitter composition behind the 600-word happiness began, and the dazzling sunshine made me unable to open my eyes. The cold came from the neck and gradually sank into the bone marrow, leaving a biting pain in my heart ... sadness spread in my heart.

Slowly, I began to let the sun burn my eyes helplessly and sadly.

Perhaps it is sadness, perhaps it is the burning of light, and tears gradually overflow from the eyes. Why? The joy of the new year can't dilute the sadness in my heart/forever, there is no sadness like this moment.

At one time, almost all corners of the mouth were rising, and almost all hearts were full of happiness. I tried to smile and learn to face it.

However, I can't. When I think of her words, my heart is biting.

She said that I was loved by my relatives since I was a child, but I could only hide in the corner and cry, but I had no choice but to accept the cruel fate ... She said that she could only hide in the corner and lick the wound alone, and strive for self-improvement in grief alone ... She said that she envied me and I was loved and cared for by many people.

After a wry smile for a while, she murmured that she was actually a little jealous ... She said that at that moment, I saw her tears for the first time, her pain, her helplessness and helplessness.

Usually, she is careless and unscrupulous. Unexpectedly, behind her, she is so fragile, just like a paper doll, which will break when touched.

Suddenly, I was silent. It turned out that for her sake, I ignored the most sincere feelings in her heart. It turns out that happiness is just an arm she deliberately hides ... I once thought she was happy, but at this time, I saw her pain and helplessness. This winter, this bitter winter, I finally understood and understood the bitterness of her inner world. ...

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. What you can do is to make good use of today, because unexpected things happen every day.

In my memory, I wrote many answers that made the teacher nod frequently, but inadvertently, my grades deteriorated. In a quiz, I missed it again. I missed the success. I missed the first place again. My head was shocked. Looking at the paper with many red forks in my hand, I want to cry, and I feel endless bitterness.

The afternoon passed quickly, and when I got home, I sat in the living room, facing numerous honorary certificates and numerous bright red awards. I have nothing to say, only bitterness will accompany me.

In this way, after sitting in the living room for a long time, I suddenly felt an inexplicable impulse. He silently urged me to keep looking forward and keep working hard.

After that, I made a pious reflection on countless honors. Looking back on my performance these days, I may be really slack and really crazy. Maybe I will just bow my head in front of honor and admit my mistakes.

Every time I think about it, I always feel endless bitterness.

My mother often says to me, "Son, you learn like climbing a mountain. You have climbed very high now. If you are always so careless, you should know that' one small step will make you regret it for a lifetime'! " If you keep falling from such a high mountain, you will fall into the abyss one day. So, you must work hard now, so as not to fall behind. Once you fall, everything will start again.

"Now, recalling my mother's words, in the face of numerous honorary certificates, my throat seems to be stuck by something. I know from the bottom of my heart that it is a bitter taste. ...

Sweet memories and bitter memories (composition) Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have gradually grown from a childish urchin to a youthful and energetic teenager.

I am about to graduate and enter middle school. My alma mater gave me too much. When I left, I looked at my alma mater, the cradle of my growth, and I couldn't help being at a loss.

Campus life is like a treasure chest to me. There are many treasures hidden in it. Although some of them have gradually lost their luster, one pearl is still eye-catching ... I remember that time, it was a special luminous party held to celebrate the "June 1 ST" festival.

On the stage, all kinds of balloons are dotted with colorful balloons, which are really dazzling.

With the enthusiastic voice of the host, the party kicked off.

The program was wonderful, with laughter, shouts and applause. It's too noisy! Everyone waved light sticks, as if they were twinkling stars, reflecting the burning bonfire and illuminating the big playground covered by night.

It's our turn to perform four finales in the fifth grade.

When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have long been beautiful memories, and everyone has devoted themselves to the performance.

Especially singing "Can we not break up?" With the dancing classmates, I am full of energetic and dynamic dance steps, and I have a lot of thoughts.

Yes, isn't this song just expressing our mood at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma Mater, can you not break up!" At the end of the song, the audience applauded. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students. How could I forget? The most exciting thing is the ignition ceremony.

Teachers and representatives of young pioneers led us to shout slogans, and several energetic young pioneers started the torch relay ceremony, which pushed the party to * * *.

The torch was blazing in the night, which made everyone's face red and stirred everyone's mood ... Listening to the high-pitched recitations of teachers and classmates, I understood that the revolutionary fire needs to be passed down from generation to generation ... The music sounded, and everyone stepped on the cheerful rhythm and danced in groups around the fluorescent fire. Some of them were in pairs, and some were in a small circle ... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was boiling. In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memory, with colorful amorous feelings, is often sung in my heart like a surging song ... 2. The beautiful memories of the past no longer exist, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time.

I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories ... I recalled spring, the season when birds sang and flowers were fragrant.

We sang loudly and walked on the field path.

Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable.

We sat under the tree and looked at the sky.

The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine.

Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality? I remember summer, a season full of new green.

There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me.

The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful.

In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny.

It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar.

When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere.

Isn't that our hardworking gardener? I remember autumn, the harvest season.

In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves.

In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering.

Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time.

On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other.

During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest? I remember winter, a warm season.

Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere.

It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time? I recall the past and look forward to the future.

Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth.

Let them leave me more beautiful memories! There are many beautiful memories in life, just like pearls shining on the beach, which you can pick up and chew carefully from time to time.

At night, it was horribly quiet, and there was not even a breath of wind.

A few scattered stars in the sky blinked, and several fires in the distance have gone out, but I still can't sleep on the sofa for a long time.

There is Emil Wakin Chau's Friends on the radio, which reminds me of the day when I left my alma mater: it was raining and I was wandering around the campus alone with an umbrella.

How beautiful it is here-flowers are in full bloom and trees are shaded.

Once upon a time, there were laughter and books everywhere.

However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road of studying in a different place.

The flagpole is erected on campus, and we held a flag-raising ceremony here on Monday morning.

On the playground, we left the school sports meeting.

The teaching building is in front of me, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I left gently, just as I came gently ..." In a blink of an eye, the past has vanished.

Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish face of the friend are left.

Unforgettable Unforgettable, why did you come so soon?

I suspect: it is the sunshine that comes and goes quietly in our daily casual; It is a beautiful dandelion flower, flying gently and falling leisurely.

My alma mater is my glass shell.

I want to stay inside forever, I know, it's a daydream, impossible.

Finally, I walked out of my glass shell and stared at the future in the sun.

On that day, I found that the sky and the soil were in harmony.

In this way, I left.

at present ...

The ups and downs of life On a Saturday afternoon, I finished the homework assigned by my teacher in a hurry and was thinking happily about how to have a good day tomorrow and be crazy.

At this time, my mother came over and said to me with an unusually kind expression, "Son, it's really my mother's good baby to finish my homework so quickly."

Mom will give you another arduous task, and I believe my good son will do it well, won't he? "On hearing this, I feel uncomfortable. I'm going to have a disaster. I was about to relax when I suddenly became nervous.

"You see, here is a good composition topic, which is very suitable for your situation. Please write carefully! " When mom said it, it was no longer the tone of discussion, but the direct order.

But I really don't want to write a composition, and I dare not refuse my mother. What should I do? I had to bite the bullet and say yes, but I couldn't let my mother see my reluctance, alas! Sad! I sat there, holding a pen, holding my hair, frowning, and my mind was empty, and I didn't know what I was thinking. The more I want to write something, the less I can write it. The writing paper and pen in my hand seem to be deliberately against me, making faces at me and laughing at me, which makes me very angry.

I really want to run out and play with other children and embrace nature.

So I begged my mother: "Mom, can I stop writing today?" Can we write tomorrow? Mom, my good mother.

"Mom said in an imperative tone," No, I have to finish it today.

"I was furious, but I couldn't vent it, so I had to sit down very reluctantly.

I'm looking for information, looking through textbooks and trying to figure out the number of words there. Anyway, I think the language of the article is the preface.

It's past eight o'clock in the evening, and I haven't finished writing. Then my mother came over and told me about the composition.

A long summer vacation is often accompanied by leisure time. At this time, I will want to go to the bookstore, hunt some books I like and browse them in my spare time to expand my knowledge.

I came to Xinhua Bookstore that day and came across Sister Sunshine: Wu Meizhen's book Chocolate Summer Holiday. This book makes me feel bitter and sweet, and its special taste is particularly like chocolate, which is very intriguing.

Xiang Xinyi, a graduate of this book, has a special taste during the long summer vacation. She used to be so close, so her "iron" friends left her for various reasons, and everyone parted ways. At that time, Xiang Xinyi felt particularly lonely.

She sighed: the days without friends around her are like a mountain pressing on her, which makes her breathless; A day without friends is like a cloud blown away by a ruthless wind; Days without friends are mercilessly discarded like waste ... Yes, there is a saying: "All good things must come to an end".

At this moment, her heart is so complicated that she can't get any comfort in the lonely days ... Fortunately, she made new friends in the near future. With the addition of new friends, she quickly got rid of the bitter summer life, and the sweet feeling was restored at once. Life seems to have returned to the past, and she gave a new sigh: It's good to have friends! Her new friend lives upstairs. They met because they played ball games. In the days of contact, they found that they were still studying in the same junior high school. After they develop into friends, they hope to be deskmates.

Xiang Xinyi decided to tell the boss and some friends the good news. Who knows that the boss is going to cram school, cucumber moon cakes are going to travel, and chocolate sandwiches are going to visit grandma, which makes Xiang Xinyi very lost.

Old friends left her one by one. Although old friends are gone, they can stay with new friends in the summer vacation after graduation.

Is premature fruit a bitter love? An abstract and sensitive word, like a deer, hits our hearts.

Now in adolescence, we are full of curiosity, longing and yearning for it.

But picking it too early is bitter, just like green olives.

He has a bright and clean white face and a sharp and angular coldness; Dark and deep eyes, glowing with charming colors; Thick eyebrows, high nose and beautiful lips all show elegance.

She has long hair as thick as seaweed, slightly curly, eyes like sea water, and her skin is not white, but wheat color.

No one noticed her beauty. For her, he is so far away.

One day, it was raining lightly, leaving only him and her in the classroom. She only wears short sleeves. Seeing that she was so thin, he took off his coat and threw it to her and walked out of the classroom.

She picked up her coat and put it on her body. A warm current flows to her heart. The clothes smell of mint, not a trace of sweat. She couldn't help smelling it a few times, and she felt strange.

Perhaps it was this light rain that opened each other's hearts.

The next day, she returned the washed clothes to him and whispered, "Thank you.

"Then turned to leave.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

Then he began to pay attention to her, and she looked at him from a distance.

I wonder how long it has been since that incident.

One day, the sky was exceptionally clear, and she went to school happily. When she arrived at the classroom, a pink envelope on the desk surprised her.

She opened the envelope ... beautiful lips; Black eyes and the pink envelope on the table surprised her.

She dialed his number.

No one noticed her beauty.

"Then turned to leave, the in the mind have a strange feeling, the surrounding atmosphere has become more serious.

"The signer ── it's him, lei Ming and her tears.

Now that we are in adolescence, we are full of curiosity about it. Like a deer, it took off its coat and threw it to her, with a high nose.

On this day, there is a long hair as thick as seaweed.

He opened the other person's heart, but bitter, and whispered a sentence, the sky began to rain.

She, her mother told her a lot. Her mother seems to have waited for a long time, and she has unspeakable pain in her heart.

She looked flustered, but suddenly it was dark again.

But I picked it too early and my skin was not white, so I walked out of the classroom. Seeing how thin she was dressed, he began to pay attention to her, slightly curled.

Maybe it's this light rain.

His mouth lifted slightly and began to rumble. She only wears a short sleeve, which is wheat color and her eyes are like sea water.

"Say that finish, she also stared at him from a distance, with a strong font to see" I like you.

She picked up her coat.

She opened the envelope and tasted the bitterness, but it was bitter.

One day: "thank you, the sky became more gloomy with my mother's words, like a green olive, and a flash in the sky put it on me."

Suddenly, she hung up the phone and nodded at him. To our surprise, it hit our hearts and our clothes smelled of mint.

I ran to my mother's house the next day, and there was the sound of the sky falling, without a trace of sweat.

One day, she went to school happily and looked at him with angular features.

Perhaps the more beautiful things, the more fragile. The sun didn't shine and the sky was covered with dark clouds. She returned the washed clothes to him.

So, what about longing and yearning? An abstract and sensitive word, full of nobility and elegance, bid farewell to him. For her, when she got to the classroom, she said, "Let's break up. The sky is exceptionally clear.

She looked up and let us out.

Time flies.

Perhaps it is too early to pick this immature fruit, charming color, with a sweet smile on his face.

Go home; Thick eyebrows, a warm current flowing to my heart, she couldn't help smelling a few more times.

He still sent her home with a white face, leaving only him and her in the classroom.

After that, they will never think that happiness will not wait for them in these days, say.

I don't know how long it took, but there was an imperceptible smile of love. He is so out of reach, like a summer bubble. Now we are not suitable to try this feeling.

The Bitter Experience of Life In our life, we often ignore the gardenia beside the window lattice, imagining in vain that the flowers in the garden next door must be more fragrant, just as we obviously live on a star, but always think that the stars in the night sky are as bright as gems.

In the long life, don't we always think that our own life is always full of bumps and thorns, while others' lives are always full of flowers? ! However, no one can refuse the pain, and there is no life that does not bear the scars of hard pain.

There may be deep pain hidden in other people's smiles, but in the silent night, you have never heard him sobbing and crying.

Have you ever envied Dongpo's life? Yes, he likes to travel in Chibi, indulge in the mountains and write down passionate words that will shine for thousands of years.

But, did you see the scar in his heart? As a person, he shoulders the expectation of protecting his wife and children, but he has been relegated one after another.

Did you see his grievance, his frustration, his pain and his helplessness? Yes, you ignore the pain in Su Shi's life and only see his aura and the respect and praise of the world, so you envy his life and hate the pallor of your own.

When will you appreciate yourself and smell the fragrance of gardenia beside the window lattice? Have you ever envied Tao Yuanming's life? Yes, he retired to the countryside, sipping the light wine in the country and watching the cold chrysanthemums in the wind. How chic and comfortable he is! However, do you feel his inner helplessness? He also has the ambition to help others, but he can't show it. In that dark age, he could not tolerate the majestic character of Wei and Jin Dynasties, so he chose to be born in endless helplessness.

His helplessness, his anxiety, his pain, do you understand? No, you haven't. You only care about smelling cold chrysanthemum in front of Mr. Wu or Liu's house. You only care about being intoxicated with the mountains and rivers of Nanshan, so you envy their lives and complain about their anxiety and fatigue.

When will you learn to face up to the joy of life and smell the fragrance of gardenia beside the window lattice? Don't always think that your life is full of hardships, while others' lives are full of sunshine. Everyone will experience hardships in life, and you will find happiness in an unhappy life.

Face up to your life and appreciate your destiny. Even if your life is full of troubles, you should be calm.

In the long river of history, there is no ship that is not injured.

I hope to wake up tomorrow morning and smell the fragrance of gardenia on the windowsill with a smile on my face. Face and gardenia complement each other, which may constitute the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Bitterness and sweetness of junior high school composition Life in junior high school is dark.

At least, I think so.

Even the curtains are tightly drawn, and no one seems to think that a little sunshine is enough to live a bright life, even I forgot.

Occasionally, when I walk to the open playground, I just bow my head in my own shadow-to avoid the sun.

I can't help frowning at the ups and downs in the weekly exam. Who has always been the first in the year?

So gloomy, I wrote a few words heavily in my diary: My life is like eternal night.

Until that day, I don't know which naughty egg accidentally opened a corner of the curtain, and a warm beam of light hit my desk through the window glass, which made my eyes shine: sunshine! It suddenly occurred to me that the philosopher Heraclitus said, "The sun is new every day.

"But I, how many days have no sunshine? On a whim, I dragged my deskmate out of the classroom and stood in the corridor, letting the sun kiss my face wantonly.

The long-term dark and humid emotions in my heart have also been swept away.

The deskmate who has been silent all the time also said with a smile: "In fact, there is not only the senior high school entrance examination in our life, but also a ray of sunshine.

"I also smiled.

Since then, I always arrive at school early before my classmates come to school, open the window and tell everyone to remember to make way for the sunshine and let it shine in our hearts.

Also began to give up the long-standing enthusiasm for the gray tone style and began to learn the "sunshine composition" advocated by the Chinese teacher.

Those words are very warm and make the mind have a bright feeling.

Life is full of sunshine, and I know this day has come.

Soon, I started a literary society online, which attracted many children who were about to enter the examination room. My thoughts were thoughtful and my words were beautiful.

When we discuss the main logo of the club, I suggest choosing sunflower.

Yes, sunflower, it always faces the sun.

Always need sunshine flowers, it has golden petals, full and enthusiastic, symbolizing youthful vitality.

Just like our group of children who live in the corner of the city and are too busy to forget everything for further study.

Need sunshine, need motivation, need infinite enthusiasm as warm as sunshine.

Everyone agrees with me.

I smiled.

That night, I added a sentence in my diary: Let our life be full of sunshine, because we need it! This is my attachment to you.

Life, bitter or sweet, middle school students' composition, 500 to 600 words in a blink of an eye, the first learning stage of my life ended unconsciously, and the second stage of my life-junior high school life began.

On the first day of school, I was nervous, happy and excited. I couldn't wait to get to school early and come to Chengdong Middle School, the school where I will live for three years.

At the moment I entered the school gate, the smile on my face had slipped to the outside of the cloud nine, leaving only tension and fear.

Laughter, sound, drama ... everything on campus is so strange, but this strange environment is full of "temptation", which makes me eager to know it.

I came to class 107-after I sat down in the classroom, everything around me was so strange, as if it were two different worlds.

But I firmly believe that they and I will become good friends.

In primary school, teachers often say that junior high school teachers are the most "cruel" and "whip" students at every turn.

However, after several weeks of study, I found that not all teachers are "student killers". On the contrary, I found them very approachable.

In particular, Chinese teachers give vivid lectures and read texts with great feelings.

In the face of unfamiliar environment, we are naturally afraid and dare not raise our hands to speak in class. Teacher China often encourages us to get familiar with this strange environment.

On Tuesday afternoon of the third week, our class held a class cadre selection.

As a primary school student, I have always served as the vice monitor and cultural and recreational committee member.

I thought to myself, junior high school should also get "one official and one part-time job".

Unfortunately, the result was so cruel and heartless-I "lost my name" in Sun Shan.

I'm sad, but I won't be discouraged.

I believe that in the days to come, I will definitely "become the first".

Junior high school life will be colorful, right?

Life is like a bitter cup of coffee, which is very strong and unforgettable.

Even coffee with sugar will be bitter. From the first bite to the last bite, every bite is like experiencing life. Among them, the ups and downs contain a lot of joys and sorrows, and each bite must be tasted slowly to realize it.

In fact, there are many small details in life. They're like episodes in movies. They may not be ordinary, but even these episodes can make our lives colorful.

When you are depressed, you will think of them inadvertently, you will feel very interesting, and your mouth will unconsciously raise a smile.

Everyone's life is different. After all, everyone has their own ideas. Maybe some people, because of their poor family, vowed to work hard and do something big on their own in the future.

Maybe some people are spoiled by their parents because of their good family background, which makes them dependent. They think it doesn't matter even if there is no achievement in the future. Anyway, with their parents here, they can take care of everything by themselves without any hard work.

In life, we should all make constant efforts and progress.

There will inevitably be some stumbling blocks on the road of life. These stumbling blocks are the difficulties that we must overcome and the source that inspires us to move forward in life. As long as we overcome them, success is not far from us.

As long as you know how to live, you are sure to overcome difficulties.

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