A Seeking an essay on the topic of the story of the light of day, probably reminiscing about being a child. Senior year essay.
Light and shade-goodbye when I was a child
The faint song evokes the innocent and romantic memories of my childhood like a dream. Inadvertently, I added the song "Goodbye Childhood". I listened to it for the first time carelessly, but that was the time when I was y fascinated by the unique melody and the lyrics with a little bit of innocence. Since then it has become my favorite, every time I go online, I always have to listen to it for a short while, and sometimes I even hum along with it as if I were mesmerized. In order to listen to that wonderful song anytime, anywhere, I couldn't wait to download it to my cheap MP4. In the sunshine of the afternoon time, I put on the headphones, leaning in the court fall that wooden vine side, quietly listening, as if the flower season on the road of the slightest sorrow flew to the clouds, more is the child that naive and happy memories. My good partner, are you still like me, often think of our "rock-paper-scissors"? When I was a child, my neighbor Xiaoxi and I were good friends, and luckily we were in the same class in elementary school. In school, we were always close to each other, helping each other out; when the bell rang and school was over, Xiaoxi and I would run with our friends to play in our own little world - under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village and by the pond. When we played, we still followed the same old rules - to solve the problem by guessing, we always liked to wave our hands while shouting loudly: "Stone ...... cut ...... Knife cloth ......" Everyone is looking forward to their own is the winning side, in the fist before, the heart is always turbulent. After guessing the winners and losers, we began the game of eagle catching chickens. Warm sunshine shone on the earth, sprinkled on us, everything was so beautiful. Xiaoming stood still and didn't come to catch us, as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly, Xiaoming caught Xiaodong when we weren't paying attention. Siu Ming again attacked us, we in the "chicken mother" under the wise leadership escaped this disaster. Maybe because of the *** of the game, we all screamed from time to time. Until the sun went down, shed a piece of afterglow, the game is over, we also scattered. But everyone was sweating like beans on their foreheads, and they were all having a great time. Listen, the air still echoed with our clear laughter, overflowing with our innocent happiness. After the separation, we have lost our "rock-paper-scissors"? Maybe there is no such thing as a banquet, I have to leave there with my parents, I said goodbye to Xiaoxi with tears, the string of teardrops that seemed to flow more than slipped down from the cheeks, dripping on the muddy path, but the face is still streaked with tears. The wind that day was particularly cool, cool to the bottom of the human heart. With this farewell, I began to get used to my new life, to the years without her company. The heavy workload at school leaves you breathless, and the lifestyle in the city leaves you scrambling. There are very few familiar people on campus, everyone is busy, and many times when you are alone, you can't help but miss a little bit of the past. Often, see the guys are addicted to their own online games, which can not provoke much interest in me, no reason, just because I like more interesting "rock-paper-scissors", more like to chase in the sunshine, more like ...... less games, less Rock-paper-scissors that look forward to, less in the past with partners laughing and laughing, less of her companion, inseparable, less ...... their laughter reminds me of our once, that sound dragged a long "rock-paper-scissors". Thinking of these past events, the heart of more than one endless, inexhaustible loneliness. With a heavy heart, I strolled to the park. I casually took out the old MP4 from my pocket, put on the pure white headphones and listened to the songs. While listening and walking, without realizing it, I came to the grass. Tender green grass, dancing with the wind, the path next to the osmanthus tree exudes a charming aroma, the children in this green grass carefree play. I can't help but look at the group of children playing under that big tree, they are guessing, their mouths shouting: "Rock ...... scissors ...... cloth... ...", and then began the game of eagle catching chickens. Among them, the girl with two crochets how like the childhood Xiaoxi, and the girl standing beside her how like the childhood carefree me, two people's small hands holding tightly, happy and laughing. Sunset, that beautiful afterglow sprinkled on their bodies ...... At this time, the MP4 played the song again, how familiar melody, moving song, simple lyrics, and remembered the childhood that free and carefree happy time. Rock-Paper-Scissors, in my opinion, is not just five simple words, but has the innocent memories of my childhood. Even if the years pass relentlessly, but the little drops of childhood, but has long been hidden in the bottom of the heart, branded in the brain, and will not be easily forgotten? "Rock ...... scissors ...... cloth ......"
Two to high school life as the background topic of the light of day The story essay
Once upon a time, now long ago flow of light. Remember? That year? A boy with his strong arms, gently holding you up, kissing you y on the forehead. A girl lying on the hospital bed in front of him, leaving tears of joy. Your appearance completely shattered their little life of forgotten peace. From that time, they just started to grow up. It was you who made them grow up. Every day, the happiest thing for them is to learn a funny bedtime story for you, and a children's song for you to listen to. Then teach it to you, make you laugh, think about your future, love, won't last long. The most beautiful love is because with you, even if the fluttering of the year is gone, they will be closer, because, it is affection, it is responsibility. Year after year, you learned two of the most beautiful names in the world: daddy and mommy. That year, you were just crawling. They were thrilled to record it on camera. That year, you learned to walk, and even run happily, thinking you would never need their arms again. That year, they re-entered the park that year, holding tightly in their hands, little you, remembering him asking you, what do you want to be when you grow up? Astronaut? Scientist? Go to Tsinghua? Go to Peking University? And then smiled and embraced you into his arms, said what, you will have a future when you grow up and so on. Wasn't there a day when you said you wanted to go to school by yourself? Wasn't there a day when you said you'd go to bed by yourself? Wasn't there a day when you told her to stop nagging? Wasn't there a day when you said you wanted the same things as that kid? Wasn't there a day when you told him to mind his own business? Was there a day when you didn't do your homework? Wasn't there a day when you thought they were overthinking what Tsinghua University was? Was there a day when you thought you were already a grown-up? Was there a day when you had a big fight with them? Wasn't it the day you realized you liked someone? Wasn't it the day you made a group of people you thought were friends for life? Wasn't it the day when they prepared the recipe for your birthday and you said you wanted to spend it with your classmates? Wasn't it the day when you used to hate them and even wanted to leave the house? Wasn't there a day when you said school was in session and went to an internet cafe? Wasn't there a day when you realized you liked the internet? Even saving your meal money to go to the internet cafe? To punch equipment? Wasn't there a day that was learned to smoke, learned to drink? Not because that's good, but a moment of bravado, and never let go.
Three The Story of Light
The story of light
The story of light
The floating clouds in the sky, with the "swiftness" of the clouds, trying to attract the attention of every flower, every grass with their own dazzling light - the yearning of childhood. -The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl.
When I was a kid, I always liked to hold a sweet lollipop in my left hand and pull up a corner of my skirt with my right hand, swaying and turning my body in the envious eyes of my buddies, listening to the intoxicated voices of my buddies. However, a little sister in the neighboring house proudly took out her beautiful bow from the closet, so that the awe-inspiring admiration clustered around her, and I heard myself crying. I could only go home alone and hug my doll, muttering my little mouth and murmuring in her ear, "Only you know me best, I am the most beautiful, the most beautiful princess ......" In this way, childhood is in the self-indulgence, self-congratulation in the dissipation of their own troubles.
The wind rolls in, the rain brushes the day passes, the sky is full of wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, the sun, moon and stars and the great sky is in my perseverance and persistence in the hand lines, spreading the macro - the dream of the teenage years.
Juvenile time ah, always appreciate the personality and mood of the self, in the hands of the clenched, written in sweat and tears of the blend. The tiger's mouth firmly buckle the paint off the pen, as if carrying the soul of the nation. Between the brow of the lofty and fighting spirit, flat increase a Pangu open heaven and earth of temperament. However, the struggle is always there! I desperately compete, want to surpass all the opponents, but I clearly feel their own fatigue, smelled the gasping for breath and lack of. I heard the counting and sneering of the bystanders, and I felt incredibly weak, as if I had lost in an instant my steady pace, my light body, my wonderful flow of blood, and was plunged into a deep, bottomless uncertainty. I searched for myself, but when I fell to the ground, I realized that I had to double my efforts and dedication. When the wings fall, re-fetching the scattered feathers, lifting up the brahmin face, smiling to meet the flowers and applause of success. So, I think, my teenage years in the self-excitement in the heart of the troubles.
Falling Ying colorful, gorgeous as the sky is full of poignant red, stamped with my Buddha flickering smile of enlightenment, looking for a piece of green stone, quietly watching the sea change into mulberry ...... the wandering of adults. In my adult period ah, the heart more laborious, the more eager to moist and soft, to be precise, this is my youth. The right hand holding the left hand, any lingering lingering in the heart, the heart has no other request, only to be forever confined to this wanton yearning. However, there is no longevity, no promise of eternity. The sky is splashed with green glaze, also, and learn from each other to brush their sleeves, each end of the world. The moment you turn around, smile naturally, sincere, gradually, my youth in a few times to look back and turn around to write on the trouble, but also throw away the trouble.
Loaded with a pot of wine, drink freely, shake your hair, meet the day
Four to the story of the light of the day as the topic of the essay 800
Once upon a time, now long ago flow of light. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. That year? A boy with his strong arms, gently holding you up, kissing you y on the forehead. A girl lying on the hospital bed in front of him, leaving tears of joy. Your appearance completely shattered their little life of forgotten peace. From that time, they just started to grow up. It was you who made them grow up. Every day, the happiest thing for them was to learn a funny bedtime story for you, and a children's song for you to listen to. Then teach it to you, make you laugh, think about your future, love, will not last. The most beautiful love is because with you, even if the flutter of the year is gone, they will be closer, because, it is affection, it is responsibility. Year after year, you learned two of the most beautiful names in the world: daddy and mommy. That year, you were just crawling. They were thrilled to record it on camera. That year, you learned to walk, and even run happily, thinking you would never need their arms again. That year, they re-entered the park that year, holding tightly in their hands, little you, remembering him asking you, what do you want to be when you grow up? Astronaut? Scientist? Go to Tsinghua? Go to Peking University? And then smiled and embraced you into his arms, saying what, you will have a future when you grow up and so on. Wasn't there a day when you said you wanted to go to school by yourself? Wasn't there a day when you said you'd go to bed by yourself? Wasn't there a day when you told her to stop nagging? Wasn't there a day when you said you wanted the same things as that kid? Wasn't there a day when you told him to mind his own business? Was there a day when you didn't do your homework? Wasn't there a day when you thought they were overthinking what Tsinghua University was? Was there a day when you thought you were already a grown-up? Was there a day when you had a big fight with them? Wasn't it the day you realized you liked someone? Wasn't it the day you made a group of people you thought were friends for life? Wasn't it the day when they prepared the recipe for your birthday and you said you wanted to spend it with your classmates? Wasn't it the day when you used to hate them and even wanted to leave the house? Wasn't there a day when you said school was in session and went to the internet cafe? Wasn't there a day when you realized you liked the internet? Even saving your meal money to go to the internet cafe? To punch equipment? Wasn't there a day that was learned to smoke, learned to drink? Not because that's great, but a moment of bravado, and never let go. Is it one day, you are out drinking too much, turn over the cell phone, not a number to dial out? Is not one day, you want to find a *** outside, but realized that life is so painful and meaningful? Is it when you're hungry, is they served with fragrant meals? Is it when you are cold, is they help you tucked in? Did they wipe away your tears when you cried? When you were confused, did they show you the way? Did they smile when you were happy? When you were sick, did they accompany you to the hospital? When you were in despair, did they light up your hope? Is it that when you are growing up, they are the ones who embrace you and make you feel warm? Is not, is not, they have too much is, is not, is not, you have more than he is not, but when you look back, time, flow of light, against the light, those who were once forever in the twinkling of an eye has become forever once. And that group of people, accompanied by your growth of those, heartless silly children ~ once side by side forward partners, after raising a glass of blessing are scattered.
Five to the story of the light of day as the topic of writing an essay
Gently you go, just as you gently come, but you are not coming without a shadow to go without a trace, you bring millions of changes in our lives, which is your immovable force, sometimes we ask again you really go?
Life dozens of years, a snap of the fingers. Once we were smiling every moment, surrounded by joy. In the spring, we rolled in the grass, flying kites. In the summer, we rowed in the blue waves of the lake. In the fall, we go to the woods to collect beautiful leaves for specimens. In winter, we went to watch the waxberry and learn its qualities. At that time, we were carefree and played to our heart's content. Now, we are more mature, less naive, more cautious, less reckless, more hardworking, less lazy. When all the lights go out, we are still buried under the light and study hard. Until late at night, we dragged the tired body lying in bed, quietly thinking about tomorrow, not in the confusion, decadence. At this time we realize that young people are easy to learn, old age is difficult, an inch of time is not light. We do not want to come to regret before saying, "young and strong do not try, the old man sad." At this time we are also happy, happy. Just more than a trace of hard work.
Song Qingling said: "China is a sleeping lion, but it will not sleep forever, one day, its roar will shock the world." Today, her words are verified. China used to be backward, and being bullied by foreign countries was a regular occurrence. In the past, China was also closed-minded and did not know how to cooperate with other countries. Now China, the sleeping lion, has woken up and jumped to become an international with advanced technology, economic prosperity, enhanced comprehensive national strength and elevated international status. What is changing it? It is time!
Six The Story of Light Essay
I'm on a small bridge
You're in the starlight
I'm on a rooftop
You're on the back of a distant mountain
I'm downstairs
You're in the autumn wind
I'm at the water's edge
You're in the rippling light waves
You're a raindrop
Snuggled in the rain
You're a rain droplet
You're the rain that's been in the sky.
Nestled in my hand
You are an angel
Spreading your wings in my dreams
You are a smile that grows over the years
Growing in my tired heart
You are a warmth
In my hazel eyes
When I'm awake
You're in the past
When I'm lonely
You're in the song
When I'm writing
You're in the black and white
You're in the black and white
When I'm wandering
You're in the misty night sky
A familiar sigh
A look of infatuation
I'm squinting in front of the window
I'm squinting in front of the window
And you're in my eyes. I squinted at the window and when I looked up
you were there again in the bright moonlight
but I wondered if
under the tree
you had planted
an eternal bloom of lovesickness
you ended up as a misty boat
dressed in white
in despair
but did you ever see the shore
and the sea
with your eyes on it?
But have you ever seen the willow on the shore
And the grass on the shore
Have you ever heard
Someone crying silently for you
When we wake up tomorrow
Maybe we have forgotten
The story of the time we spent together
The story of the light
Seven.
Blood-stained armor I tear kill, full of city chrysanthemums who's the world, the court above the wolf smoke wind and sand, life and death a past a scar.
"Jingke warrior, please wait." Prince Yan said: this handful of home soil, represents your heart, this
a sword represents your person, you will always be my country's samurai, please."
The wind and the water are cold, and the strong warrior will not return to the west.
Blood stained the sword, Jingke's blood stained the sword of Prince Yan, the sword opened
This is the change of the country, the change of the sword.
Show mouth, is half of Sheng Tang. Li Taibai's ambition, all in his poem, but also in his country
The representative of Tang poetry is Li Bai, Li Bai is the representative of the Tang Dynasty, how powerful
The country is broken in the mountains and rivers in the city in the spring of the grass and trees deep. This sentence from Du Fu's heart, in the late Tang Dynasty, how much he can realize the ambition, alas, in the end or early Chinese hair, and a thatched cottage shaking in the autumn wind, bright and dark fell alas
This is the country's change, the change of the poem.
Curtain rolled west wind, people than the thin yellow flowers of her, a lifetime of wandering, originally loving couple, husband died in the sand can only be sung in the words of the "only under the brow, but on the head of the heart," that one of the feelings.
At the end of the night, lying down to listen to the wind blowing rain, the iron horse icy river into the dream of Lu You, a heart for the country, the old still want to go into battle to kill the enemy, and how fearless a great man, can only be in the dream, hey ......!
This is the change of the country, the change of love.
In the change, looking for that a sword for the country, for the country of poetry, for the country of love, alas, or in the change ......
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Blood-stained armor I waved tears to kill, full of chrysanthemums who's the world, the palace court above the wolf smoke and wind and sand, life and death one over a scar.
"Jingke warrior, please wait." Prince Yan said: this handful of home soil, represents your heart, this
a sword represents your person, you will always be my country's samurai, please."
The wind and the water are cold, and the strong warrior will not return to the west.
Blood stained the sword, Jingke's blood stained the sword of Prince Yan, the sword opened
This is the change of the country, the change of the sword.
Show mouth, is half of Sheng Tang. Li Taibai's ambition, all in his poetry, but also in his country
The representative of Tang poetry is Li Bai, Li Bai is the representative of the Tang Dynasty, how powerful
The country is broken in the mountains and rivers in the city in the spring of the grass and trees deep. This sentence from Du Fu's heart, in the late Tang Dynasty, how much he can realize the ambition, alas, in the end or early Chinese hair, and a thatched cottage shaking in the autumn wind, bright and dark fell alas
This is the country's change, the change of the poem.
Curtain rolled west wind, people than the thin yellow flowers of her, a lifetime of wandering, originally a loving couple, her husband died in the sand can only be sung in the words of the "only under the brow, but on the head of the heart," that one of the feelings.
At the end of the night, lying down to listen to the wind blowing rain, the iron horse icy river into the dream of Lu You, a heart for the country, the old still want to go into battle to kill the enemy, and how fearless a great man, can only be in the dream, hey ......!
This is the change of the country, the change of love.
In the change, looking for that a sword for the country, for the country of poetry, for the country of love, alas, or in the change ......
Eight Write a story of the light of day junior high school essay 800 words based on affection
"Our campus ......" That day was the school song competition, each class is not all full of singing, always hoping to have a breakthrough results, with the melody of the school song recalls the day just enrolled in the school, then I embrace the six God's heart, but, as soon as I saw the beautiful campus scenery, such as a paradise, and instantly make my uneasy heart calm down.
Stepping into the campus, first came into view is the paradise of carp - ecological pool, ecological pool in the carp are all alive and well, as if in the play "Carp Leap Dragon Gate", the first eye to see it, such as by the "North Underworld Divine Power" sucked in general, the eye of the carp, the carp, the carp, the carp, the carp, the carp, the carp, the carp. The first time I saw it, like being sucked in by the "North Underworld Divine Power", my eyes were focused on this delightful scene. Since then, whenever the mood hit rock bottom, a come here, will make me relaxed and happy, it is as rare as the mood of the medicine in general. Eco-pond and a small bridge, although the bridge is small, but also make me regarded as a treasure, people can not only walk, it is also across the two places, so that people can be closer to see the fish.
Further ahead, then there is the flag-raising plaza, surrounded by standing four buildings, next to the podium is where the national flag, think back then, in order to the new China, how many revolutionary martyrs for this death of the nine springs, which also contains the female revolutionaries Qiu Jin, she grew up not wrapped small feet, and even in the most dangerous moments, but also do not fear, it can be said to be a woman who is not afraid of men, that the national flag will have their blood without tears, and never die! The flag has their strong willpower, and the never-ending spirit of struggle, worthy of posterity to learn and emulate.
If you go to the playground, around the playground of the banyan tree, green and towering, regardless of the four seasons, rain or shine, under the banyan tree is a good place for friends to talk to each other, talk about the world, no one to disturb, there is always a bird song accompanied by people in the classroom to enjoy the time as if it were isolated from the world, and friends with a good friend to talk to each other in the heart of the buried for a long time, so very happy! Sometimes it will also be for the friends of the encounter and indignation, sometimes will also be for the friends of a pile of beautiful things and can not help but clap their hands, and sometimes it will happen unexpectedly, the banyan tree contains a lot of people really many stories of friendship.
Now the campus parking shed will be dismantled, even if there is a lot of reluctance, but the parking shed is too old, unbearable to use, and now it is officially retired, no matter what will be built later, with a new look, there must be a different style, in this campus, will be derived from different memories!
As long as the heart to experience, the campus where not beautiful? In the future, we should cherish, *** with the maintenance, everyone is put into action, so that the campus will always be beautiful, leaving many eternal memories for the years we have gone through, where each corner, may become a treasure trove of knowledge, but also may be for my young time to weave more stories of time.
Nine 600-word essay on the theme of the story of the light of day
I can not help but complain, I blame my father, my mother is too busy to take me to the library to buy books, how can I make such a beautiful picture book?
At night, I lie in bed, I can not help but think of the "picture book show", but also think of the "Journey to the West" in the Monkey King seventy-two changes. I thought; if I were the Monkey King would be good, will 72 changes, I can change out of the book, paper, school supplies ...... used to draw, show my talent.
So, I would pull down a hair, gently blow, change out a book of my favorite book, "The Secret of the Treasure Gourd", read the book, and smoothly finish the picture book. Can also change out a few more books, dozens of books to reference painting ......
Thinking of this, I thought of my classmates, I really want to change out of the more beautiful seconds of the book, learning tools to send to their classmates, so that students happily read ah, see ah.
Thinking about it, I went into a sweet dream ......
Ten The story of the light of the day Composition should be written with what subject matter seek guidance
The story is generally copy is a narrative format, you can use the method of flashback.
For example, write about family love: before your father carried you to school, now encountered family matters he will look for you to discuss, the day of the future perhaps he still need you to assist him to walk, time and light has changed a lot, leaving a lot.
Write friendship: now your classmates get together to study, laugh; the future, the past, these can be written
Write love: the beginning of the love, and then argued, and finally to keep each other, time and sculpted her face wrinkles, hump his back, but in the middle of them to stay in a beautiful story.
In fact, the story of time is your story, as long as you pour into the feelings is a good article.
Go for it~