Time is tearing the awning and whistling by.
The blue of youth is rendered on a white paper full of melancholy. A drop of ink, a fragrance, and a little fantasy power. I'm standing on a blue sky, looking at the long-awaited distance ...
Under the camphor tree, you are the only lonely figure. Are you used to loneliness? I don't know … the fragrance of flowers that have been run over by the years is floating in the air, and there is a strange light shining between my nose. Banbarge's shadow is projected obliquely on the ground. Your long eyelashes are also alluded to your cheeks. The breeze has messed up the shadows of the trees and my throbbing heart ... < P > You are asleep. It's good … I can watch you quietly, without being coy. Oblique bangs have slipped down quietly, covering those smiling eyes. Do you sleep soundly because you have found your dream and your original direction? I lowered my eyelids and prayed silently to heaven ...
There is a clover between your fingers, and the ink mark on the white card below still exists, "The dream of clover, the paradise of four-leaf clover". In a word, my face lit up in an instant. Who once said that the essence can be seen through the phenomenon? Only that sentence, I seem to see the literary style in your bones. It turns out that it can be so beautiful ...
The sunset is falling and falling, and the dazzling sunset glow is swaying, reflecting your cheeks red. On the green grass, you are still lying like that, but where has your mind drifted? The leaves rustled and woke with a jerk. I left quietly, afraid to see you wake up, because you will see my love when I stare at you ... < P > I didn't see your smiling face and your mumbling when you woke up. The wind blows them away, or blows them to distant places that I can't reach. You say: The dream of clover only blooms for you. I didn't know that ...
It's another summer, who will wait for you under the camphor tree? The sun shines all over the city, illuminating the gloomy place. The wind moved the strings and played a song.
Youth flies by, leaving the most beautiful prosperity. Essay composition 2
ups and downs, morning and evening; Flowers bloom and fade, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I went through a six-year career in primary school. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch has made me unforgettable. Now that we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, a feeling of attachment arises from my heart.
goodbye, dear teacher! It is you who turned us from ignorant children into mature teenagers now; It is you who led us into the ocean of knowledge; It is you who take us from the starting point of life and strive to run to the end. Every success is inseparable from your careful teaching; After every failure, you always get your enlightenment. Nowadays, the "race" in primary schools has entered the final sprint stage. At this moment of graduation, let me say to you again: "thank you, teacher!" Thank you for your education in the past six years! "
goodbye, dear classmates! In this past time, half of you have spent with me. It is you who make me no longer lonely, lonely and friendless. In these unforgettable days, we studied together, played together and walked through the study life of primary school together. In these six years, I have developed a strong friendship with you, and it is this hand of friendship that binds your heart to mine. Whenever I encounter difficulties, you always guide me, and no matter how many times, you never tire of it. Perhaps, we had an argument, but at this parting moment, let's put all the unpleasantness behind us and say goodbye to our classmates again!
goodbye, alma mater! Thank you for giving me those wonderful five years! Here, what I see is: beauty, harmony, naturalness, unity ... essay 3
Youth is the madness of several people together, laughter and tears together, and quarreling together. If the ideal can come true, I hope our youth will live like this.
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Although life has made us go through n times of parting, some of us have no intersection after going our separate ways, but others have left eternity in each other's lives.
We graduated, our primary school classmates got married, our junior high school classmates became parents, and our senior high school classmates also struggled with their marriage in love. But we are worried about work, rent and salary.
We are equally eager for a romantic love, but we are also afraid of choosing the right man. Our wish is to choose a city and join hands for life.
We are all single, always single. Although we once envied our friends who are in love with each other, our sisters are also happy.
I have always thought that after graduation, we will go to a busy and quiet city and find a simple and stable job, which will give us free time and space.
there are two or three of us, three or four of us, with two bedrooms and one living room, in that simple building-our single home. Before we wait for the other half of our lives, we should spend a wonderful youth happily.
one of our substances, all kinds of high-quality clothes and shoes bags; One of us is pure, and everything is a lovely little princess; One of us is different, all kinds of retro.
We worship money, but we don't betray ourselves or our friends for money. We are material, but we consume within our own economic scope; We are picky, but we just want to make our lives better.
we are in the same city, different companies, from different floors, and get off work. We take different buses at the same time, but we yearn for the same direction and go home.
one of us buys food, one cooks, and the other is always lazy. One of us learned to make cakes, one can make sushi, and the other eats fruit salad, but we studied various beauty and weight loss recipes together.
We watched movies together, ate popcorn together, drank cola together, ate fried chicken wings together, were moved together, and shed tears together. Go shopping together and choose your own style. I buy a lot of clothes, but I seldom wear what I wear out.
We go to different cities, different villages and feel different customs. We shoot different scenery, different pose, and in different streets. Different snacks are as delicious as local people shouting loudly. Different soil and water bring up different handsome guys, but they are just as handsome. We still use the same way to strike up a conversation.
We set out with excitement, but we set foot on the returning train with sadness. Looking at the scenery along the way outside the window, we said goodbye to our most beautiful scenery. We published our feelings and gains of the journey in space, and finally we had to say goodbye.
we are still together, going together and returning together. Life goes on.
we occasionally open a small stove and drink wine. When others are worried about family children, we are talking about the male friends around us, their shrewdness and clumsiness, and whether they are still trying to get close to us; We are gossiping about the private lives of executives in our respective companies; We are talking about the love relationship of our colleagues. We have our own opinions about what we like or don't like.
We have argued about different opinions, and we have been angry and sad. One of us always vent our dissatisfaction loudly, one of us always bears the injustice silently, and one of us always doesn't care about anything.
We take a walk in the park of the city. We lie down together by the lake in the park. We watch the moon and count the stars. We fantasize about our future partner together. We ask each other who we will marry, how many children we will have, what kind of life and what kind of conditions we will have. But none of us have an answer.
we have no secrets, but we also have a little privacy. We are dating male friends who have no definite relationship without telling each other. When one of us knows, we will ask a series of questions, and we will blush because of a little lie. But we can all understand each other's feelings.
We don't believe that we can't let our boyfriends spend too much time with our girlfriends, but we once cared in our hearts.
We have rejected many people, not because the other person is not ideal, but because we hope that romantic love is true love, and at the same time we want to test how long the other person can hold on for us, but we hate the guy who is stalking us.
In the dead of night, facing the ceiling, we try to describe our ideal object, say who we once liked, and ask if we still have feelings in our hearts. It hurts our hearts to sigh for our innocence and shed tears. We are wronged.
we spit on each other, but we fought against the enemy together.
People call us leftover women, and we will proudly say that it is because we are too good and waiting for someone better than you. We just want to spend our youth wonderfully before marriage. It's really puzzling that it hasn't rained since spring. On this evening, there were dark clouds floating in the sky, thunder bursts, and the gloomy sky was mixed with a little coolness, and the wind and rain were coming.
The flowers on the balcony are pale and feeble when they are grayish yellow by dust. I am looking forward to a baptism to wash the dust off my body. However, the rain has been delayed. Therefore, I miss the thunderstorm and rain in my hometown. The sound of rain, like gongs and drums on the stage, woke up the whole earth from small to large, from far to near. It's like a bud of spring growing out of the earth in anger ... The mood of looking forward to rain is like the rain that hesitates in the gloomy sky and can't fall for a long time.
At this time, a group of pigeons raised in the park seemed a little impatient. When it fell to the surface of the lake, I really didn't want to fly at once, as if I was tired of this heartless and dry sky. However, in the fish pond in the village in the city, there are several swans, flapping their wings continuously in the bottomed water, holding up their long red mouths and shouting weakly. I don't know whether to blame God's ruthlessness or to shout God down. However, in the face of this world, the swan seems helpless. They lowered their heads and went ashore one after another, dragging their heavy steps, stopped under the tree, slowly combed their white feathers with their mouths, shook their bodies or flapping their wings, hid their long red mouths in their wings, and quietly closed their small eyes, as if they never wanted to see this heartless world again.
With deafening thunder, I looked up from the balcony and looked at the flying dust and leaves. Suddenly, an eagle flew from a distance, as if with a roar and strong wings, soaring straight up, as if accusing the heavy God. Then, I heard its powerful "whoops" twice, like a huge call, flying to the long gloomy sky against the gust of wind and leaves ...
Ah! At the moment, the dusty leaves are still flying around. The rain still hasn't rained ... essay 5
There is a beautiful small garden on the roof of my house, which is full of flowers, fruit trees and vegetables, and a small fish pond is built next to it, and the garden is full of vitality everywhere.
when you walk into the garden, the first thing you see is the food grown by your mother-in-law in the east. Because the vegetables outside are now treated with pesticides, which is harmful to human body, so my mother-in-law grows her own dishes, and even the insects are caught by her mother-in-law. There are loofah, wax gourd, pumpkin and small tomatoes. The vines of the loofah surround the shelves that we set up in advance, and extend upwards in circles, like athletes climbing upwards. The leaves of loofah are green, and the newly-knotted little loofah is fat and big, like cute fat dolls.
The leaves of wax gourd are big, and the vines are covered with fluffy "small thorns" to protect the little wax gourd. The leaves of pumpkin are similar to those of wax gourd, but larger. Many trees and flowers are planted in the south. Trees are Orchidaceae, Pomelo, wintersweet tree and Osmanthus fragrans? They are tall, their trunks are thick and straight, and they stand there like sentinels. Are there jasmine flowers, triangle plum blossoms and orchids? Pale jasmine exudes a faint fragrance, like a group of graceful fairies playing; The purple triangle plum blossom looks very strange, only three petals are connected together, like a small triangle, so it is called triangle plum; There are orchids, whose leaves are long and sharp, like handfuls of swords guarding the central flowers, and the flowers are yellow and yellow, like beautiful butterflies dancing in flowerpots.
further north, there is a small fish pond. There is a big rockery in the middle of the fish pond, which is covered with green moss and many small plants. Below the rockery, many lovely little fish swim around happily, some are playing hide-and-seek and some are running in competitions. On the right side of the fish pond is a small pavilion. Below the pavilion is a square stone table, surrounded by stone stools, which can be used to enjoy the cool and enjoy the flowers and trees. It is a good place to rest. There is a grape trellis above the pavilion. In summer, it is full of big and purple grapes. Eating one is sweet to the heart.
The small garden is not only fresh in air, but also full of vitality everywhere. I love small gardens. Essay composition 6
Walking in is like walking on a winding mountain path. Along the way, there are bridges, running water and people. Along the way, you can see flowers, fruits and branches, and fish in the flowing water of small bridges. Along the way, when you meet a slate, a stone ledge, or a flat grass, a clean corridor, or sitting or lying down, your thoughts and feelings are naturally changeable, so why do you smile sometimes and cry sometimes? Let it be free and follow your heart.
Walking in is like walking into a winding Huaxi path, with a feeling of leisure and elegance. For example, the faint scent of green tea, a wisp of heart sound, a true feeling, a delicate fragrance, a mellow taste and an elegant taste are all silently tasted.
Walking in is like reading a broad book. Her profundity and beauty have attracted many prose lovers to appear on the stage. Here, it seems to hear river of no return's swan song that has been passed down through the ages and see Lushan Waterfall that flies like a galaxy, the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River with apricot flowers and spring rain, and the boundless vastness of the wind and grass ... When a leisurely letter tour rings from my ears, when the drums of Yan' an roll, when I feel sad.
Walking in is like wandering between picturesque mountains and rivers, which leads to a sigh of relief; In the face of the vast Dongting, there will be the ambition and mind of "worrying about the world first"; In the face of the night, I gladly entered the house, and I wrote poetically the quatrains of "The courtyard is as empty as water". Here you can realize that the three thatched cottages many years ago were immortal because of Du Fu. A maple bridge, which became famous because of Zhang; That bridge, which spans the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, is not old, but has the power of agility.
Dunhuang, where dust is buried under yellow sand, is borderless because of travelers; The West Lake broke the bridge and was brilliant because of the white Soviet Union. Baidicheng entrusted orphans, which made people cry; The clarity of the Peach Blossom Pond shines on Li Bai's free and easy. A generation of Zhongliang held a staff, seven voyages to the West to show the country's awn, Wu Mu Qing Tomb Xiziyue, and Suzhou Gardens were unparalleled. Nature is thicker because of humanity.
Looking at the whole world outside China, the world's scenic spots are coming, and Cambridge is full of water waves.