clouds and mist, can not pass away those unspoken sentiment; wind in the moon, do not dispersed countless miss countless memories; spring and autumn, can not afford to write the sad tone of words to your pen ...... final release and then a few times in the night to dream of unknown vanilla gas.
Dreams of flowers fall to know how much, this swallow square fly a few miles. The fuzzy memory of the first two grades, we pulled the kite in the playground playful running, dozens of butterflies and bamboo kites fluttering, falling behind me in the whisking willow leaves in the shallow memory of your smile.
Dimple, nose, big eyes, long eyelashes, the theater commented that the four beauties you row first and I row last. Your face is now like in the fog, gradually enlarged, enlarged, until the memory to the end, those fragments of your appearance fragmented to the end of the world.
But, believe it or not, I will chase to the ends of the earth to pick up the lost you. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
The weather party turned cool to realize the fall, not to quit a hundred miles a few sacrifices depression. Cool summer afternoon, a rare quiet, the flavor of the rain filled the air.
To leave this small town, to leave here a group of friends can play into a group, for some reason, at this time, my heart is like water, this is a kind of age can not be experienced to the bleakness, now although really do not want to remember, but venting is ultimately good. They are moving, leaving, in the cruel, in the clamor, everything has nothing to do with me.
I only care about this ten-year obsession with the land, the land that has nurtured me, said all my grief, my fear. Sitting on the grass, think of which spring, who picked the willow branches and plucked the young grass to make a hat to wear on my head, said I was her best friend.
In a trance, a year has passed, when the joys and sorrows of reentry and forced to come to this small town that carries countless of my emotions, but the end of the loss of those long lost feelings. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't think I'm going to be able to get through this, but I do think I'm going to be able to get through this.
Friendship fog like lost the original intention, which miss which memories? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. The car drove through the suburbs, drove through the city, looked at the traffic and the bustle of the market, but it is so strange, so suffocating.
Without you, I lost the most important support, repeatedly paralyze themselves, a person's night, so lonely. Thinking of the previous murmur in a quilt, tears fell unrestrained, indulge in a bar, only the pillow is aware of my cowardice it.
A person's night, you are thinking about who? I'm not sure where to start, what to do? I'm afraid you're just like that, lost in my childhood dreams. The pen can not write a sad tone suitable for you, located in my dream.
In April, all the purple and red flowers flew out, and finally released out of life. No one will walk with boundless pain, because he needs to be relieved; no one will stick to the remote remote obsession, because he needs to survive.
I am in such a dream, released. You?
2. to release the theme of the composition of the compilationclouds, pass away those unspoken sentiments; wind in the moon, do not dispersed countless miss countless memories; spring in the fall, can not afford to write sad tone words to your pen ...... final release then, several nights dreaming of unknown vanilla gas.
Dreams of flowers fall to know how much, this Yan Fang flew a few miles away.
Fuzzy memory, the first two grades we pulled the kite in the playground playful running, dozens of butterflies and bamboo kites fluttering, behind me in the face of the willow leaves in the shallow memory of your smile. Dimples, nose, big eyes, long eyelashes, the theater commented on the four beauties you ranked first and I ranked last. The outline of your face is now like in the fog, gradually enlarged, enlarged, until the memories to the end, those fragments of your appearance fragmented to the end of the world. However, you believe it or not, I will chase to the ends of the earth to pick up the lost you. The friendship has been y rooted between us, those who can not pass away the sentiment.
The weather party turned cool to realize the fall, not to go out of the hundreds of miles a few sacrifices depression.
The cool summer afternoon, a rare quiet, the smell of rain filled the air. To leave this small town, to leave here a group of friends can play into a ball, for some reason, at this time my heart is like water, this is a kind of that age can not experience the bleakness, now although really do not want to remember, but venting is good. They are moving, leaving, in the cruel, in the clamor, everything has nothing to do with me. I just for this ten years of obsession for the land, the land that has fed me, said all my grief, my fear. Sitting on the grass, think of which spring, who picked willow branches and plucked young grass to make a hat on my head, said I was her best friend. In a trance a year past, when the joys and sorrows back again when forced to come to this loaded with my countless emotions of the small town, but the end of the loss of those long lost sentiments can not be found. I have a lot of friends, since then I will not be with anyone deep friendship, and even doubt this kind of emotion. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
Looking through the mulberry fields and looking forward to the sea, no one knows that the dream back again and again.
Ultimately, the car drove through the suburbs, drove through the city, looking at the traffic and the bustle of the market, but it is so strange, so suffocating. Without you, I lost the most important support, again and again to paralyze themselves, a person's night, so lonely. Thinking of the past with the same in a nest murmuring, tears fell unrestrained, indulge in it, only the pillow is aware of my cowardice it. The night of a person, who are you thinking about? I'm not sure where to start, but I'm afraid you'll be lost in your own thoughts. I'm afraid you're just like this, lost in my childhood dreams. The pen can not write a sad tone suitable for you, located in my dream.
In April, all the purple and red flowers flew out, and finally released out of life.
No one will go on with boundless pain, because he needs to be relieved; no one will stick to the distant and remote obsession, because he needs to survive. I am in such a dream, released. You?
3. How to write a 600-word essay on the topic of "That time, I was relieved"That time, I was relieved
The wind, blew across my cheeks; the light, shone into my heart; my heart, has never been so full and sweet. That time, I raised my eyebrows, I was the first in the class.
Elementary school and junior high school, is a new era-like leap. I never expected such a big blow when I walked into the classroom with a confident heart. From the attention of all the brigade committee, the teacher's hands of the flowers, one day reduced to no one to see the nobodies, my heart, far from my performance so calm. Heart, not not pain, not not annoyed, but I have a flame, there is no reason to release. In this new collective, everyone is the top of each school, everyone is the city, the district of the three good and excellent young, everyone is so flowery, compared to this, I seem to be more insignificant. Sitting in the last row, looking away from the teacher that seldom stays in my body's eyes, listening to the "bully" one by one wonderful speech, I seem to completely do not belong here. I'm not willing, really not willing, maybe I'm really not good, the results are not great, but I pay more than double the time of others, it can be? I was going to prove that I wasn't that bad. Finally, I did.
Two weeks ago, we had our first monthly exam. Before entering the examination room, my heart was trembling, hands clenched together, forehead seeped out a layer of cold sweat. During the exam, my pressure was unprecedentedly huge, I was on the essay paper, recklessly rendering my feelings, relieving the strings that had been taut in my brain. In the test paper faded a moment, an inexplicable sense of relief surged to the heart.
Two days later, I was afraid and hoping for the results came out, in Mr. Zhu is about to announce the moment, I clasped my hands tightly, like a criminal in the court of law to listen to the law on their own final sanctions. When the teacher said that I was the first place, I was full of dark clouds suddenly dispersed, replaced by endless joy and infinite excitement. Meet the teacher's eyes with a smile of approval, classmates surprised by the eyes of amazement, I firmly believe that I saw a different light. I release a smile, I did it, right? In such a strong, competitive class, I am neither a graduate nor a genius, but in the starting line, where everything seems to be unsatisfactory, I hit a beautiful cannon. I proved myself, there will no longer be people underestimate me, although there may be greater pressure and greater wind and waves, but I am willing to meet the challenge of lifting up the heart of the ship of dreams, for its voyage to make full preparation.
That time, I was really relieved. I will walk the hard road for their own future paved up the first solid colorful bricks, all my efforts did not go down the drain. Perhaps it is the same in the road of growth. The beginning of the frustration and disappointment, is to urge you to move forward, is your day and night hard spiritual support. "Where there's a will, there's a way." Let's work together to create a piece of sky that belongs to you!
The wind, the more violent; waves, the more raging; the boat, in the waves, is smooth, sail anchor, wind straight up ......
4. request a title (learn to let go) of the compositionSay goodbye to the past
I have always wanted to say goodbye to the past
I just can't stop a little bit of my heart from going through the motions of the past. The first thing I want to do is to say goodbye to the past,
I've always wanted to say goodbye to the past.
Once I could hold a message and laugh all day,
but now I can only look at the message to stay in love.
My friend said that I can't cut the line of memory,
but she didn't know that I have long been a short line of kite,
The original reach of the sky, into the farthest away from the distant.
Say goodbye to the past,
Wipe away the blurred tears,
Even if the nightmare repeats itself year after year,
I'm still strong enough not to look at the memory again.
Smile at his picture and say goodbye,
Look at the mirror and say forward,
Even if I am a broken kite,
I have to look for a miracle,
and try to fly to the blue sky.
I have to look for a miracle,
and try to fly to the blue sky!
5. How to write an essay(1) The life of a person is a palette, since the roots in your body, you have to use your dexterous hands to mix the colors, you may be able to mix the colors of bright colors, but also may be able to mix the color of the color, which needs to be grasped by yourself.
People need to be optimistic in their lives. A few days ago, I read an article "life and death decision", I know, life and death is only in your hands, some people may be living; some people may be living a solid life, and some people are following those who are rich behind the big money and have affluence.
But I prefer the second kind, the practical, the optimistic, even in the face of death. As I get older, I like the idea of having my celibacy and not being pushed around like a rag doll.
In today, it happened: originally I have a regular time for two days at the end of this week, what to do today and what to do tomorrow, I intend to take a bath on Saturday afternoon, but my dad let me go at night. In this way, Dad's original amiable tone has become the eastern lion roar, Dad said I stubborn, I really can not hear, top of the mouth, did not expect to usher in a face slap, I did not cry, but I think my heart is crying, dripping blood.
Why? Not to mention that I've grown up to be a teenager, but my dad didn't stop, kept scolding me, and the slap was still on my face *** hot. I walked back to my room, I didn't cry, I thought back to what had just happened, tears filled my eyes, and I said to myself, "You can't cry, not over this little thing.
You have to believe in yourself, these six years of trials and tribulations have developed you into a strong girl. The tears stopped.
I was thinking, I've grown up and won't cry anymore because I've learned to be optimistic. The slap just now instead of comparing it to rubbing your face in playfulness, think of those children from poor families compared to me! I know my dad's temper, so I don't cry like a three year old anymore.
People need optimism in their lives, remember that! (2) At leisure. Push open the window and stretch.
Close your eyes for a moment, feel that you are the princess of the world, walking on the palace, to a beautiful piece of music, then wantonly stride with joy, accompanied by the rhythm of the music to write a section of the notes, sometimes impassioned, sometimes quiet, sometimes surging, sometimes light --- even if there is a little cool breeze across the cheeks, but also can't stop my heart of joy and joy, even if like the ugly duckling! Even if the ugly duckling like the world's indifference, even if you want to evaporate like the air, even if the ordinary can not be ordinary, but I do not fear, because I have an optimistic life. All the sadness, let it slowly pass away, even if the wounds need time to slowly smooth out, but never be discouraged, optimism! Human beings! Have hands to ring the optimistic life! There is no sweet blooming buds, there is no seasonal warmth, there is no gurgling through the new Tim that optimistic smile all over the life of the free, although we cried to come to this world, but should be laughing in the face of this life.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! Put everything behind you! Laughing! U.S. scientists have done a very impressive experiment, they put a mouse with iron clamps tightly clamped, so that the mouse no matter how much struggle, can not get out. After a long period of time, the rat thought he was in a predicament that absolutely could not succeed, so he gave up struggling.
The scientists loosened the clamp and put the mouse in a sink full of water. Surprisingly, it stopped trying to swim for its life and allowed itself to sink, because it had become completely pessimistic.
Such a pessimistic mouse is like a pessimistic person, the pessimistic person is very easy to remember yesterday's hurt and success or failure, but do not remember that there is a full of opportunities tomorrow, optimistic people are early to remember that there is a future full of hope! So, realize it! Smile optimistically and embrace that hopeful future! Come to your senses!!! Be optimistic!!! Humanity!!! (3) Optimism is an attitude. Optimists see failure as something that can be changed so that they can turn defeat into victory and success.
Life requires optimism. He was born a midget, 100 centimeters for life.
But he was also a giant of music, a famous French pianist. Once, his height was laughed at by countless people: "They laughed enough at my height to listen carefully to my playing, to see the height of my soul."
He is the famous dwarf in the history of the world piano mouth - Betruzziani. She suffered from cerebral palsy since childhood.
Cerebral palsy robbed her of the balance of her limbs and her ability to speak vocally. From an early age, she lived with a lot of stigma, and her upbringing was filled with blood and tears.
However, she did not lose hope in life and remained optimistic. I was very impressed by one of her words, "I only look at what I have, not what I don't have."
She, the University of California art doctor - Huang Meilian. He was 21 years old when he became seriously ill and doctors said he had only two years to live.
Instead of weakening in the face of fate, he faced life optimistically, bravely challenged fate, fought against it, and used his only two movable fingers to communicate with other people, engage in academic exchanges, and give academic presentations. He conquered the world with his achievements and his spirit of tenacity.
He is the famous British physicist - Hawking. ...... If you are chagrined, the harvest is to retreat and afraid of insecurity and nothing; if you fall down, only a pouring out of misery, friends will eventually leave, leaving you alone to face loneliness; however, if you are optimistic, hope will always shine light, provoking you to move forward, life every time you flatten you, you will be full of resilience and humor to Bouncing up, spiraling up ...... face life optimistically, the happy times in your life will gradually increase, the sad moments gradually be hidden; the light of your future will gradually appear, but the darkness is annihilated by the light; you will reap the wealth of the spirit, not the surface of the flamboyance... ...(4) In the face of setbacks and failures, it is a kind of optimism and self-confidence to laugh it off and then regroup, which is a kind of courage. In the face of hatred and misunderstanding, a smile is a kind of frank tolerance, and then maintain the original color, which is a kind of optimism. In the face of praise and encouragement, a smile is a modest sober, and then continue to forge ahead, which is a kind of strength. In the face of troubles and sorrows, a smile is a kind of peace and relief, and then try to dissolve, this is a realm. Failure and.
6. treat life, learn to release the essayWhen you fall in love with a person, you will bring a kind of maudlin expectation, but also a little bit of light sadness, when you meet him, you always seem to be very nervous, and very worried about where you dress up is not good enough, and always a careful look.
Whenever you are with your favorite person, there are a lot of words in your mind that you want to say to him. However, every time you open your mouth, it all turns into words that don't mean anything, worrying that once you say those sentimental words, you will be the first to hold back tears, it's not my pretense, it's just that I've been through the separation, and I'm used to the disguise, or the instinctive self-protection.
Now I don't know what kind of way to love a person very seriously, feel all the way in that a rainy night waving, turned into worthless. Squatting in the rain, hugging my knees, I have only learned the emotion of sadness.
In a long period of time, I have been repeating, that kind of sadness, melancholy days, although they have thought clearly, want to understand, but also know, but will always be reminiscent of once loved so impulsively. Every time I hear someone talking about those sweet, happy, sad, painful memories, I will inexplicably become very serious.
Perhaps, such experience I once had, but now also have been living such memories. Memories are like a cage that traps all experiences inside.
However, we do not have a key to release it. The only thing we can do is to let the time dilute these memories little by little in the years that have passed by.
Sometimes, too tightly clenched teeth, I know will break, but can only choose to swallow; sometimes, tightly held hands, will rupture bleeding, however, I can only let it flow down; sometimes, too persistent pursuit, really will be injured, but can only be such a pain all the time. Perhaps, one day will find, in fact, pain is also a kind of happiness.
Many times we are difficult to part with, is a warm dependence, but there will always be a day so warm, will leave, then we will instantly become very helpless, and even become very lonely. So, people always have to learn to grow up, and then more experience, but also just life embellishments, and then beautiful scenery, but also just life accompaniment, and then wonderful life, but also just life of the passer-by.
Memories, remembrance, thoughts, persistence, crying, strong, brave, these are just "words", and, still, we have learned in life; however, life, is just a journey. So, in the attitude towards life, we have to learn to let go.
7. Write an 850-word essay on the topic of holding on to
The gears of time keep turning, even though those good times are in the past. When I look back and smile, I know that no matter where I am, as long as I hold your hand peacefully, all the wind and rain will turn into a rainbow.
That summer, I entered a new campus. I was at a loss as to what to do in the large campus, and I was so helpless. At this time, a soft hand reached over, grabbed my hand, will I from the sea of people "save" out. You smiled and said, "I just saw your class, and I'm the same, let's be friends!" I could not hide the surprise in my heart, hold your hand, and you together into the summer of September, that piece of splendor. Your warm hand, let me peace.
The night of early fall, fighting the sea of books, I once again at a loss, frustration in my heart left a deep imprint. I don't have the courage to face the bright moon, the shining stars. The door, unconsciously opened, it is you. I turned my head, almost despairing, "Dad, this exam is finished! I really ......" eyelashes slightly covered eyes, vaguely see you in the release smile. I no longer say anything, but the heart also released a lot. You reached out a wide hand to me, still smiling and said, "There is still time, I believe my daughter, will be able to cross this small setback, success will belong to you!" I raised my head and held your hand as if determined, pushing down hard and shouting cheers! Your broad hand, let me be at peace.
In the middle of winter, who was it that knocked on the window of my heart? I walked in the hospital corridor, bewildered to a blank brain. The operating room doctor's cold face, your eyes closed. The door of the operating room, opened, I do not want to run to the doctor as ridiculous as in the TV series, but still uncontrollable to ask: "Doctor, how is my mom ah?" He said, "Nothing's wrong, it went well, just rest and you'll be fine!" After the doctor left, I ran to you. You were looking well, with strength shining in your clear eyes. The aroma of your body wasn't drowned out by the smell of antiseptic water, reassuring me. You took my hand, your slightly teary eyes blinking and the corners of your mouth turning up. I hold your hand tightly and nod heavily, letting go. I know that the glow of your bright and colorful life has enveloped me. At this moment, your frail hand puts me at peace.
Wind, flowers, snow, moon, the essential joy, anger, sadness and happiness in life. When I am lost, your hand, will let me hold in peace.
Some people ask me, how many years of old things, why still remember so y? Because it has been unforgettable.
8. indifferent, release everything essayindifferent, release everything deep pain, not mentioned. I've been trying to rely on my memory to bury it. But I don't know that the memory is so scarred that I can't even hide it from myself. And I'm indifferent, I must let the memory to bury the memories. But the result is very sad. The only one who can forget everything is myself. I don't understand, I don't know how to let go of everything. I don't want to talk about it, I've never experienced it, but in the end I won't understand it. In my previous life, I gazed y at the Naiho Bridge, but I couldn't see you. So I was forced to drink the bitter Mona soup and forget everything. In this life, I met you. But I've forgotten the pain of the past. That's why I'm reenacting the drama, so that I can understand. Perhaps, indifferent, in order to let me try to release everything ......PS: This poem is a moment of inspiration to write down, 8 to mess thinking oh ~ ~ ~ huh ~ ~ written bad, do not mind oh ~ ~ ~ ^-^.