Six years, so hastily passed, like a drop of water on the tip of the needle, dripping into the sea, no sound, no shadow. I can not help but head tearful and tearful ......
In the blink of an eye, I am now a first-grade student, in secondary school, I will from time to time think of the six years of elementary school, how naive, beautiful ah!
Counting. I am now 12 years old, half of the time is spent in elementary school, you say, I can not recall?
My dear elementary school classmates ah! Do you ever know how much I miss you, miss the teachers who taught us, miss the alma mater we read together. Remember in the last year of the school sports meeting? Students are full of spirit into the opening ceremony, the heart is to be sure to go well, because, this is the last time in elementary school class *** with the opportunity to contribute.
The second day of the Games, there is my high jump program, I remember when I had no confidence, scared to death, students came to comfort me, help me adjust my mind. But on the field, I still did not play well, in the second round of the foot sprained, when the pain I had no way to stand up, I cried, lowered his head and cried sadly, outside the field of the students saw this scene, immediately rushed up to help me, but I have no way to stand up, the students let a representative to carry me.
The pain is still going on, and more and more heartbreaking, my tears fluttering out of the water, they look so heartbroken, while wiping my tears, while comforting me not to cry, they are so good to me, how can I not cry? How could I not cry when they were so nice to me? Instead, I cried even harder, and when they heard me crying even louder, they got anxious and tried all kinds of ways to make me laugh, but I just cried. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
The teacher came to me to see the foot, the result of the pain I want to roll, she saw, had no choice but to put his hand out for me to bite, I do not want to bite her hand, white, tender, how can I bear to bite her. Originally I was a person's pain, why let her more my pain together, no, I'm too selfish, I can not do this. So I forced a smile and said, "It's okay, don't worry, thanks!"
What a wonderful time in elementary school, how much I want to go back to the past, but the old man of time does not wait for me, and does not give me the opportunity, I can only keep this wonderful memories in my heart, when I ran into a close friend, say a few words, feel how kindly ah.
My dear elementary school classmates ah, please you also like me, leave some memories in the heart, do not forget that wonderful six years.
The summer after the rain, the sun is particularly harsh, the feeling of impatience quietly attacked, bringing a trace of uneasy memories, as if a stone stirred up a thousand waves, breaking my quiet life, ripples; and as a lost child, look up and look around. Vaguely, wisps of elegant fragrance with the wind, feel refreshed, look around, it was the gardenia. Emerald green flower branches covered with a clump, a cluster of flowers, three or two open elegant petals, white as snow, layered set in the yellowish stamens around, soft and quiet, bloom!
The moment of flowering carries a beautiful, as if the innocent white friendship, deep memory, engraved in the heart, fixed into forever! White flowers bloomed in the youthful years, refreshing, full of memories, full of fragrance, sweet flavor, become the only reason I like it!
Remember companions, early in the morning from their own small courtyard to pick a bunch of fresh white gardenia, put in my desk, flower fragrance, although elegant, but I think it is very strong. He said, "For you, you are my friend." The aroma of the flowers again floated up, olfactory sensation, spread to the organs, precipitation heart, warm my heart.
Gradually like the gardenia, like the fragrance of the friendship, like the memory of the rich sweet fragrance. I think, the faint fragrance of flowers, and that innocent friendship will not disappear with the passing of the years, on the contrary, worthy of deep treasure in the bottom of my heart, let me engraved in my heart, happy and touched, looking forward to this friendship for a long time!
Years of change, age growth, precipitation in the memory of the memories of my gratitude for life and love for the realization of some more understanding, more tolerance, less jealousy; more introverted, less impetuous; more deep thought, less superficial.
Gardenia, white as snow, no fanfare, quietly blooming, through the unique temperament and charm. Such as gusts of summer wind as cool, such as a white cloud as far away, such as butterflies dancing as lingering, full of flavor, Ana colorful, refreshing. Gardenia after the rain, the flow of rain drops on the petals, crystal clear, set off the petals of the delicate, charming, refreshing into the heart, intoxicated, and the heart, gentle and elegant, transcendent.
Flower blossoms and falls is the law of nature, however, see pieces of fading flowers, still can not help but heartache. The petals gradually dried up and turned yellow, slowly withered, as if it would lose something. So, a piece of a piece of pick up, clip in the book, although not as strong as when the flowers bloom, but the flowers resident in my heart.
Eventually, I will understand, years of passing, face change, memory of fuzzy, will not dilute some of the memories of life, the innocent friendship, as the heart of the blooming gardenia, always warm me, touched me!
To stay in the bottom of the heart of the apology for the theme of the essayThe world's most tragic thing is not more than the closest too harsh on strangers too tolerant (this sentence is not good, there is ambiguity, you can read out the "strangers can not be tolerant of the meaning of"), the world's most irreplaceable is the love of the family, the most worthy of the family, however, I have hurt the world, but I have been hurt the world. However, I have hurt the most loving relatives in the world.
When I was a kid, I always loved to snuggle up in my grandpa's arms and count the stars in the sky, listen to his rhymes, and fall asleep in his warm and strong embrace. When I was a child, I always loved to pull my grandfather's beard, and always let him tell me the story of the cowherd and the weaver, and I naively thought that I could go on like this, but something terrible happened.
In that fall, grandpa suddenly collapsed on the ground, I how to scream can not wake up, and then sent grandpa to the hospital, the doctor said that grandpa suffered from madness, but then how could I understand?
After he returned home, grandpa slowly changed, he no longer told me stories, and no longer smiled at me. Then his condition became more and more serious, no longer as clean as before, often wearing dirty clothes, buttons are still buttoned wrong eye, dragging slippers on the floor to make a dull sound, the worst is that he sometimes turn on the light in the middle of the night in the house to catch ghosts, so that the whole family can not sleep.
Gradually, I was no longer close to my grandfather, and even felt disgusted with him. Whenever I heard the sound of his slippers from afar, I hid far away from him, not letting him see me, just like when I was a child and grandpa playing hide-and-seek, and when he couldn't find me, he would walk away in disappointment.
During that time, I fell in love with flowers, plum blossoms, orchids have, but just short of a pot of chrysanthemums, I feel very bitter.
When I came home from school that day, the door to my room was open, and I pushed the door open and saw my grandfather standing there, and I pushed him and yelled, "Get out! I don't want to see you." Grandpa seemed to be stunned, he did not know what fell from his hands, then he turned around and went out, in the moment he turned around, I clearly saw the tears in the corner of his eyes.
I looked to the ground, it turned out to be a young chrysanthemum seedlings. I was stunned, so my grandfather understood my heart, he still loved me so much, my tears came out at once.
When I came home the next day, my mom told me that my grandfather had passed away, as if it was a bolt from the blue, and the words I wanted to say to my grandfather that I was sorry, he could no longer hear.
Even though so much time has passed, and some things have long since faded into oblivion, this incident will always remain in my heart, accompanied by the guilt that can never be eliminated.
.... The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need. 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 then you'll be able to get your hands on some of them. Your delicate jade hand shaking the boat sculls, between the eyebrows is a wisp of sadness that can not be dissolved. Looking far away from the sky, and her husband thousands of miles away from each other, not to see each other, hanging his head and look at himself, people than the yellow flowers, not old heart failure. You drink up the wine in the cup: you are not afraid of the life of upheaval, you are only afraid of this life will not be able to reunite with the people you love! When the geese return, you are lonely and alone to listen to the banana drizzle, the festive season, you are sitting in the dusk of the east hedge to drink wine. To dusk, dotted with more than autumn rain, is the spring hate, hate, "now emaciated, the hair of the head, frosty temples", is the sadness, worry, "things are different things are not rest"! You swing the boat forward, saw the gulls scrambling, you really drunk, but even the blurred eyes of the drunkenness is also confused with the unbearable past, "flowers from the water from the flow," you murmured read, two lines of tears flowed down, just under the eyebrow of the sadness with the tears rushed to the heart. This strange woman with a world of talent to say a lifetime of misery. The setting sun melts gold, twilight clouds together. Qingzhao thin shadow swinging boat in the lotus bush, is to stay in the bottom of my heart of the scenery. You have lofty sentiments, Red Cliff thousand years of wind blowing your fan, but also blew your heartstrings, so you let the waves under the feet of a thousand years of flow. Immortal Road ride the wind, you forget the official disillusionment and displacement in this grandeur, you float like a world of independence, immortalized. Even if the career path is dark, you have been white at the temples, but also willing to pull the yellow prime Cang, pulling the strong bow with heavy arrows, for the Song Dynasty to drive away the northern enemy invaders. But you empty eight bucket of talent but no one appreciated, you finally avoided the world, the field in the countryside. You also have sentimental, sentimental with the literati why Wang Anshi can overturn the clouds and rain. In fact, you understand that you can support the change of law to seek a high position, but look at the barren land of the people's fear of tired eyes, how can you for their own selfish interests and disregard for the people of the world? You alone dissent, see the court full of sympathetic and timid gaze, you mockingly laughed. Red Cliff wind cool ah, gradually blew cold your heart. You sighed your early Chinese hair, looking at the rushing river, you just hate can't river and sea send the rest of his life ...... above the Red Cliff, Dong Po stretching the handsome eyebrows, clothes and cloth robes fluttering with the wind, lonesome back as if the soul of the blue wave is to stay in the bottom of my heart of the landscape. "Falling flowers and flowing water, spring is also" after the Lord's national hatred, "stand leaning on the dangerous building wind fine" Liu Yong's persistence, "West City willow get spring soft" Qin Guan's tenderness, "deep mountain sunset deep autumn rain". Deep mountain sunset deep autumn rain" Rong Ruo's outlook ...... These are the scenery left in the bottom of my heart. The green lamp went out at first, the fragrance of tea dispersed, and the cigarettes burned out. Close the book, these words and phrases such as the vicissitudes of the sea like pearls linked into a most beautiful picture, it seems to be able to read from these great lines beyond the time and space of a unique emotion, these should be left in the hearts of the children of China will never die out of the landscape. 2. stay in the heart of the landscape Always believe that the world is not just the desert of the heart, feelings of ice kiln, a variety of good to the feelings of the sentiment, built a most beautiful scenery.
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Spring fields, green grass and red flowers weave a piece of brightly colored carpet, the middle of the flickering wisps of silver light, is the flowers in the Yuze in the play with the sun. The air is diffused with a warm sweet fragrance, attracting a few bees and butterflies, and becoming a colorful pentatonic spectrum of dynamic notes.
Two children chased in the grass, bathed in spring light, the same years, the same innocence. Accidentally, the beautiful crocheted petals fell crooked, fine red blood from the skin of the tender hands oozing out, she climbed up, full of grievances in the eyes of the bright crystal, the tiger head of the little boy ran over, with a handkerchief to dry the little girl's injured blood marks. The handkerchief was then embroidered with a saffron grass, crimson. That is the world's most pure and flawless flowers, the most innocent heart on earth.
The lonely winter everywhere is monotonous withered yellow, all around a depression, even the old clear river has lost its luster, bleakly hiding to be wan under the ice, there is a mother and daughter, in the emanation of a slight warmth of the sunshine, the mother in the daughter combed her hair, she gently straighten the hair, and gently a wisp of the weaving of the flower petals. The sunlight kissed the long hair, as if sprinkled with gold dust, glittering with a flickering light. Daughter of good behavior snuggled in the arms of the mother, kept saying what, from time to time to tease the mother out of the heart smile, sweet affection melted the cold of winter, so that the winter landscape of the depression played the beauty of spring.
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Memories in the heart of the essay 950 words (with an incident to illustrate)For everyone's heart, there will be some make their own deep impression. I also have many deep impressions of my own, which are firmly engraved in my heart. But this incident left the deepest impression on me.
It was a Wednesday morning and I was waking up from a sweet dream. I rubbed my eyes in a daze, yawned again in passing, and looked at my cell phone again. But as soon as I saw the time on my phone I crashed: 7:30! I hurriedly got out of bed and hurriedly cleaned up, grumbling in my heart: why didn't anyone wake me up? I couldn't even savor my breakfast, so I picked it up and left. Finally put the bus card casually into the pocket, put on shoes, and ran out the door.
Running out of the building corridor, I saw Auntie Lin there to maintain the health of the neighborhood, every morning Auntie Lin has to come to the corridor outside the sweeping. Auntie Lin saw me, kindly asked: "Huang Xi Chun, how come you have not gone to school ah? It's already past 7:30." I hurriedly replied, "It's not because I overslept today." Auntie Lin smiled and said, "Then hurry up and go, don't be late." "Uh-huh." So I said goodbye to Auntie Lin and continued to run forward. Just then, the bus card in my pocket fell off, but I was oblivious to it and still ran forward. Auntie Lin found my bus card at this time, but I had already run far away.
Finally, I got on the bus. When I was about to take out my bus card, it was nowhere to be found. I was so anxious that I was sweating, at this time, I saw Auntie Lin was panting and running over, said, "Huang Xi Chun, this, this is your bus card, fell on the, on the ground." After saying that, she got on the bus and put the bus card in my hand. I was so touched that I couldn't say anything, but I forced out the word "thank you". Auntie Lin still smiled at me, touched my head and said, "Little fool, go now." After saying that, she got out of the car. I nodded. The bus drove away, leaving the shadow of Auntie Lin waving at me.
This is an ordinary little thing, yet it seems like it is not an ordinary little thing to me. Auntie Lin left a deep impression in my heart, and I have such a wonderful impression of her. Auntie Lin's beauty leads to the other side of my heart. This belongs to me a stay in the heart of the impression ......
Junior composition stay in the heart of the memory
In everyone's heart there are endless past events, with the passage of time, these past events will become indelible memories of our lives.
Grandma is like a haven in my life. Since I was a child, my grandmother has loved me very much and often blamed my parents for not taking good care of me. When my brother bullied me because he was bigger than me, Grandma would always show up right away. Whenever a storm came, she would always selflessly help weather the storm. It was she who made me realize the selflessness and greatness of love one day.
I remember that when I grabbed a toy with my brother, my grandmother was the first one to come over and help me out, and when I cried, she was the first one to come over and dry my tears and comfort me. At that time, I thought my grandmother was a part of my life, an indispensable part.
But time is always cruel. Time erased the beautiful memories of my grandmother and me from my life. What is left behind is a thin photo, that is my memories and tears condensed into a photo, is the testimony of love. The photo of the grandmother is still kind and friendly, but the square border will isolate me and my grandmother at the two ends.
I remember when I was nine years old, the sky was dark, like my mood, the weather was a little cold, but the delay did not snow, a few snow crystals drifting down, as if deliberately foreshadowing what.
When the sun rose the next day, the sky seemed more overcast, as if there was a hint of coolness, when I followed my mother to the home, only to find that my grandmother disappeared, then I naively said: "Mom, where is Grandma?" Mom heard this and murmured, "Jiyu, you will never see your grandmother again." My tears immediately flowed out of my eyes, I violently ran out of the yard but suddenly realized that there was a heavy snowfall in the sky, I looked up at the sky and shouted, "Milk - Milk!" In the black sky I seem to see the grandmother's former figure.
I remember the snow that night.
Stay in the heart of a lesson on the topic of 600 wordsA lesson changed me
I used to be a girl who did not love to learn math and hated to go to math class. But one math class changed me.
One day, the newly transferred teacher, Zeng Qingting, walked into the classroom full of unhappiness, and just stood on the podium and began to criticize us, saying that we did a terrible job on our homework yesterday, and that there was only one 100-point grade in the whole class. Everyone hooked their heads very low when they heard that. After a while, Mr. Zeng's words eased a bit and said to us, "Guess who this 100 points is?"
The students blinked their eyes suspiciously, bobbed their heads, and chattered away their guesses.
"I have to guess, this 100 points must be the class president Tan Yun."
"Not right! It should be the study committee member Wu Xingping, he is the best at math." Some of the classmates said Zhang San, some said Li Si, but Mr. Zeng just shook his head vigorously.
"Mr. Zeng, who is it? You quickly say it!" At once, the classroom buzzed with activity, as if everyone couldn't wait, eager to know the answer to the riddle. Teacher Zeng smiled and said to me, "Liu Meiqin student, will this 100 points be yours?"
Before I could answer, the classroom talked. "Teacher, this is impossible."
"Yes, Mr. Zeng, how could it be her? Isn't this the sun coming out of the west?" Boom! The classroom resounded with a
burst of laughter. I was so ashamed, why did my classmates despise me so much.
"Quiet," Mr. Zeng said loudly, "Tell you all that the one who scored 100 points on her homework yesterday is none other than Liu Meiqin, the student you all laughed at just now
." The eyes of the whole class shifted to me as soon as Mr. Zeng's words left his lips.
At this time, Mr. Zeng said, while smiling, walked towards me, eyes full of trust.
"Liu Meiqin, why are you crying? You should be happy ah! You will get more 100 points in the future, teacher believes in you."
"Uh-huh!" I nodded. At that moment, the classroom crackled with applause.
Since then, I found myself changed, became interested in math, love math class.
I stood on the rocks on the bank of the Yangtze River, the wind kissed my cheeks, and gently slipped past the edge of my hair tips; the river rushed, and from time to time slapped the rocks at my feet, both like floating petals flying apart ...... Watching this raging river in front of me rolling towards the sky, I suddenly remembered a sentence of the old Mr. Kong: "The dead are like the dead!"
So I understand that time is passing, we are changing.
When I was a child, I often pestered my mom to ask for sugar to eat, to wear flowery clothes, and if I didn't give it to her, I would have a handful of snot and a handful of tears.
To "stay in the bottom of the heart of the landscape" as the theme of an 800-word essayStay in the bottom of the heart of the landscape (essay)
A few trees outside the examination room, tall, upright, lush, these trees grow to such a height need to be how many years ripples fluctuations? Maybe a few decades? Decades ago planted these saplings ah, I do not know who you are, I do not know whether you are still alive. I only know that these trees dancing with the wind, this forest sea branches dance and leaves surge, pitching and undulating landscape, stayed, stayed yesterday, stayed today, stayed in my heart.
I have always been almost paranoid to believe that something personal, can be retained for a long time, and even reach eternity. Although I have long known that thousands of years ago a man named Fan Jian wrote a book called "The Theory of God's Destruction", in which he said that when a person dies, he or she will be destroyed, completely disappearing, leaving nothing behind.
Take a look at history: Qin Shi Huang died, but the Great Wall and the Terracotta Warriors stayed; Li Bai died, but his talent, those magnificent, majestic, unrestrained poetic soul stayed; Ji Hongchang died, but "the country is broken in the mountains and rivers in the, why do I cherish this head" patriotic heroism stayed; Tansitong died, but the "I'll cross the sword from the top to the bottom". Tan Sitong died, but the "I laugh at the sky, to leave the liver and gall two Kunlun." The austere temperament left behind ......
We read these traces left behind by our predecessors, from the tall pines, from the blurred images, from the yellowed history books, from the teacher's lectures, we clearly see a vivid and different moods of the face, they left their splendor behind them, left in the bottom of our hearts.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one.
I can't help but be overwhelmed when I write this. I can't help but ask myself: in my lifetime, I, can I leave my own scenery in the bottom of other people's hearts?
How I hope that I have a remarkable literary talent, to write a great work that the world marveled at, a number of years later, when someone leaned out of the window to read my book, can be in the window to look at the sky vaguely see my youthful face; how I hope that I have a bold and fearless courage for the development of the nation, for the progress of mankind, the establishment of the industry for the benefit of the people. ...... These aspirations may have "people over the name, geese over the sound" narrow, but if you can put their names and great cause together in the bottom of people's hearts, why do not I go to fight for it, for the effort it?
Some people love the fog, love its hazy, love its misty; some people love frost, love its white, love its elegant; there are people love dew, love its crystal clear, love its delicate; more people love snow, love its purity, love its elegance. I also love these beautiful landscapes, but I know more y, these superficial beauty is only illusory, only let the wings of the wind carry me through all the sails, so that the call of the heart to accompany me through the difficulties of life. In order to let me and others in the heart of the scenery does not wither, the leaves of life never rot, in order to let me always have a heart to accept the trials and tribulations, so that life is always spring.
Flower-like me, flower-like years, flower-like world, flower-like future. The first fifteen years of life are used to find their own position. Now, I clearly understand myself and the direction. I will aspire to distill the essence of life, to cast the light of the years, leaving the most splendid scenery in my heart and the hearts of others.