In the study, work, life, we always have to contact the essay, right, writing essays can exercise our solitary habits, let their hearts quiet, think about their future direction. So have you ever understood the essay? The following is my collection of the days of what was that essay for you, just for reference, we take a look at it.
The days of what essay 1In this ever-changing, fast-developing era, people spend noisy, busy days, and seldom have their own section of the quiet life.
The sunlight lifts the curtain of the night, and the world coated by heavy rain rises with chirping birdsong. Raindrops on the rice paper stained a piece of spring blossoms. Ah, a new day has begun!
Tea on the table exudes a wisp of heat, sitting at the table, hand open a collection of essays, smell the faint fragrance of ink, savor, to experience the author's joy, anger, sadness, happiness, to experience the words between the lines or thick or light sadness. Drink a mouthful of tea, breathe y the fresh air after the rain, stretch a lazy waist, the mood is incredibly comfortable.
Since reading Zhou Dun's "Love Lotus", I found that I like the lotus, like "Tian Tian eight nine leaves, scattered green pool at the beginning. Tender green only flat water, round shade has been sheltered fish" of the spring pond; like "He leaf skirt a color cut, hibiscus to the face of the two sides of the opening" of the summer pond; sigh "cold blue autumn new water, red half broken lotus" of the autumn pond.
The sun hangs in the air, showing its brilliant colors. Standing quietly at the edge of the He pond, the lotus flowers bloomed in large swaths, beautiful but not enchanting. Lotus on the residue of some dew, in the sunlight, with a faint golden light. The green leaves of the lotus set off the lotus flowers more delicate, through the heart-warming fragrance straight into my nose.
In the evening, I looked up at the sky, the birds drew arcs with their wings, the clouds were tinted with the color of roses, and the earth was clothed in a golden coat.
In the evening, to the night sky, looking at the bright moonlight, into infinite reverie ...... Alas, the day has passed again!
That quiet day, the fragrance of tea, books, flowers, birdsong, the evening sun, the bright moon, plain and beautiful ......
That what the day essay 2This colorful day, let me rely on; this warm day, let me rely on; this pleasant day, let me rely on!
I depend on this day that makes me feel pleasant and soothing.
That period of afternoon tea is the time I rely on the most.
In school, there is an hour break after lunch, this time is the most exciting time for me, I will put aside all the things in the back of my head to make myself relaxed, I will not go to say yes to all my friends' requests, but a person with a book, walking in the forest path, looking for a place sprinkled with sunshine, sitting down on a stone bench, quietly reading the book.
The sun was shining, and through the gaps between the leaves, the sunlight and the shade of the trees were intertwined, and the breeze was blowing towards the leaves, and the leaves were rustling, and a piece of the yellowed leaves slowly fell down, and landed in my book, which is a delicate bookmark.
I looked at this line in the book, I jumped and flew between the lines, it was a delightful afternoon tea, quietly looking at the book, listening to the leaves singing, smell the fragrance of flowers, I was immersed in this self-world, that is, I rely on the day.
This is a full and beautiful afternoon tea, I rely on the life is so beautiful, so pleasant.
It not only soothes and soothes my spirit, but it also makes me rely on this day even more.
Looking up at that golden ray of sunshine makes me endlessly dependent on these kinds of days.
The days of what essay 3Is it that we have all become mature, what have we lost over the years? Is it that childishness, that naivety? If possible, can I become a little childish? Find that childish childhood.
I remember that hot summer, received a diploma we are cheering, in order to hurry to leave the devil building children happy, in order to more than two months seventy days of vacation, as well as imagined a good junior high school life. I don't know that the short childhood has quietly passed away, I don't know that some people, but separate, gradually estranged, some things, but missed, will not come back. Those days of performing textbook plays together are no longer, those days of competing for the red flag are no longer, those days of secretly making teacher's day cards for teachers are no longer ....... Only left a little melancholy. Six years, 72 months, 2190 days, 52,560 hours ...... such a long period of time, how can it be easily faded into oblivion?
Once again stepped into this familiar campus, the heart of mixed feelings. I remember that the flag stage has our figure, raise the bright five-star red flag; lead drill stage has our figure, lead the younger siblings to do that set of named seven-color sunshine drill. Yes, two years ago today, I was also a member of this place, and now, but just a passer-by. The grass is still green. The sky is still blue. But where are the people? Where have they gone? Is it because there is less tugging at each other by the restrooms, is it because there is less sound of books being read aloud on the third floor, or is it because we seem out of place here. So, everything seems to be unfamiliar, and despite our efforts to step on the pace of childhood, to return to that time of childish innocence, we were unable to catch up with the pace of time, and were left far behind.
Perhaps we all know each other, that childhood has been very far away, can never go back, just those memories, like scattered in the wind debris, fragmentary pieces, it is difficult to complete the patchwork. We can only pretend to be happy, but let the tears in the eyes. Laughing and crying. Just think, in the future, there will still be a piece of grass for us to lie down and roll around, there will still be a basketball hoop for us to stand upside down, there will still be a library for us to come and go as we please?
I just wish we could always remember each other's faces, each other's voices, and those personalized nicknames. In order to meet on the street in a certain year and a certain day, each other can smile and say hello, say, this person, used to be my buddy, so it is enough!
The days of what essay 4That period of time, a period of unbridled days, in my dreams for a long time lingering, lingering.
When I was in elementary school, Jie, Yun and Han were my best friends.
At that time, we were all favored by the teacher's children. The study buddies listen to the words, things are like that, is it.
I vaguely remember that we were all language team leaders. So, every time you collect all the homework together with the workbook sent to the teacher's office, giggling and listening to the teacher to praise our good behavior, or praise us in the middle of a, the heart is always the same happy. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
At that time, "The Seven Fairies" was a hit, so we also pretended to be fairies to play. I remember my name in the fairy world is called "green", cold called "red", Yun called "blue", Jie called "orange". We were called "Green", "Red", "Blue", "Blue" and "Orange". Whenever there was a break between classes, we would act out a play in the corridor, which seemed to be endless, and we had a lot of fun. We fantasized that we were fairies on earth helping the poor and the weak, benefiting the people and the people's lives, and that we were flying freely in the sky on clouds and mist. Jie said that each of our names was the color of the rainbow and was the most beautiful. So we all smiled indulgently, more beautiful than the rainbow.
The school playground has two big, big sycamore trees, recording our many, many stories. Summer has not yet arrived, a few of us crazy girls bought ice cream to eat under the sycamore tree. At that time. We bought the longest is "green tongue". It was 50 cents a piece, and the green ice-cream was similar to jelly. Every time we ate it, our tongues were dyed green and stuck out for everyone to see. We liked to sneak to the kiosk to buy snacks in gym class, and even if we were punished for running in the playground when we were discovered, we ran hand in hand. Holding hands, is not tired.
We are good children, whimsical children. Underneath our good student exterior, we also had unbridled hearts. We will not write homework after school, while shopping once again complained that China's education is not reformed. We would pass notes in class, saying that the teacher was dressed 'rustic' and giving them nicknames. We smiled alone in our world and warmed each other.
Later, also under the sycamore tree, Sis told us that she was going to study in Shanghai. At that time, none of us said anything, just looked at the sycamore tree. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the other side of the street, and I was able to see the other side of the street, and I was able to see the other side of the street.
But those days, those reckless days, are the little warmth of my life. I believe that those days will always remain in our memories. In the end, if we work hard, our happiness will surely be as stable and lengthy as a thick English dictionary.
The days of what essay 5The soughing wind, I do not know where I intend to go? It is worth to be intoxicated. The wind gently blew into the window door, disturbing my neat hair, hair slightly in the air swinging swinging, my eyes seemed to be stung, hair floated to the outside of the eye sockets, the black pearl rocked, I held the stinging cheeks with a cold hand, the wine-like cheeks seemed to be destroyed, heh, maybe!
Lift your head, eyes to the distance, smell the music on the black and white keys under the moon, that disturbed hair inadvertently stopped fluttering, eh? The wind has stopped?
Organize the room that I destroyed, the coldness of the night suddenly penetrated my heart ah. The dark night, so long ah!
I was a loner, a silent silent, I had the greatest pain in the world - "betrayal" "abandonment" "Trampling". Maybe that's how people are! Life is like that, isn't it? I love the blackness of night because it's the time of day when I can do what I want to do but can't. I like the fear-filled blackness because I like the silence and peace of the night. One person used to like the color white and she said, "White represents white angels with white wings for the abandoned or forgotten, so she likes white, she likes angels." And another person said she likes black, said: "black is the night that black black night, but not all black, black sky with a few shining stars, and the round moon, which makes her intoxicated fascinated, so that she unconsciously fell in love with the black night, and fell in love with the black, which is all particularly annoying."
This lonely days, accompanied by me, just the air and the night, what is loneliness? Loneliness is the night, the place that human beings fear the most - hell.
In these lonely days, I was y enamored of the night. Look, there's a girl there. Blood-red hair scattered, vaguely seen, as if long hair to the waist, it was so cold, wearing a small dress, she, as if crying.
That lonely days, is my most painful, I experienced "betrayal", "abandonment" and "trampled on" this memory seems to make the present I am also lost. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to find my way around, but I'm sure I'll be able to find my way around, and I'm sure I'll be able to find my way around, and I'm sure I'll be able to find my way around, and I'm sure I'll be able to find my way around,louboutin pas cher.
The days of what essay 6The willow is green again, the peach blossom is red again. The spring breeze gently brushes the banks of that Surabaya, just like the tender maiden. Spring is so simple, so kind. That period of time is not the same. And time is always tormented, in the blink of an eye, that year childish we have grown up.
Eyes in the distance, is the dawn of that piece, so I can not help but think of the elementary school that six years of simple days, the corners of the mouth can not help but flooded with a smile. A mushroom-headed girl shot me: "Hey hey, what are you thinking about?" I despised her, "Me, I'm thinking about elementary school." "I'll join you." "......"
We, together for six years, laugh and play together. Many times in sports, we were first. That was the result of our efforts together. The athletes sweated on the playground, the cheerleaders fought their way up the lawn and shouted. When one person crossed the red line, we all cheered for them. Everyone's face was full of childish smiles. Many times in the exams, we struggled in the examination room, the teacher worried before the exam, surely it will be exchanged for a successful result. And now, one ignorant young boys and girls have grown into a green and vigorous boys and girls.
In sixth grade, one by one, we were lamenting when we would graduate. Once upon a time, we talked about dreams in the dormitory; once upon a time, we laughed uncontrollably in the classroom; once upon a time, we lamented the passage of time. Were we living heartlessly, or were six years just a blink of an eye? That year, she was laughing; that year, he was writing with abandon. This is us, living free and heartless. The young man of that year was literary; the young girl of that year was trying to catch up. Time passes between, we are fantasizing about the future, we are realizing the future, we are surpassing the future. Our future may be far away, but no one denies our future, we are working hard, we are struggling. We just know that the future is far away and the past is not practical. We are so simple that we only know that we can succeed if we try hard and try again, we can win recognition if we laugh foolishly, and we can ring the bell for a day if we are a monk for a day. This was our wonderful simple childhood and our simple memories. We had a wonderful childhood.
Just parting rain, this is just the first starting point for everyone. May we all remember the simple days and struggle for the future. May we all remember the past and struggle for the future.
The days of what was essay 7Regret everyone has had, of course I have had. Regret makes people feel sad; regret makes people feel inferior; regret makes people feel sad.
When I was ten years old and in fourth grade, I had a pretty good friend: we went home together; we studied together; we played together. He was my classmate and classmate Li Kunpeng. But now we have never seen each other.
It was a Saturday, I and Li Kunpeng about a good afternoon in the park to experience, grandmother from home to bring me a remote control toy airplanes. I brought my "baby" and Li Kunpeng convergence. I first with skillful technology, in front of his eyes to show off my driving skills, so that the remote control toy airplane in the sky turned a few circles, landing smoothly on the lawn. He also wanted to try after watching. Look at Li Kunpeng can not wait, so I briefly introduced the remote control on the operation. So the plane in Li Kunpeng's maneuvering in the air, I did not expect to hear a "pop" sound, the plane crashed in the park on the iron fence. I rushed over to take a look, the plane's propeller has been broken, my heart is almost broken. But I gritted my teeth, forced tears, did not say anything. Who knows Li Kunpeng but lowered his head and walked away without a word. Let me very angry: this guy broke my plane, not even say "sorry", just like this slipped away. In the days that followed, we were no longer at the same table, and no longer talk. Because I am the class committee, so often find Li Kunpeng trouble. But Li Kunpeng still did not say a word. A month later, Li Kunpeng not only moved, but also transferred to another school. So I never saw him again.
Until later on my birthday, I received a gift box forwarded by other students. When I opened it, I was shocked. Inside is actually a more foreign-style remote control toy airplane, not only bigger than mine, but also more beautiful than mine. There is also a letter written to me by Li Kunpeng. After I finished reading, burst into tears, the heart of a million regrets. Regret that did not communicate to Li Kunpeng; regret that did not communicate to Li Kunpeng and good; regret that should not blame Li Kunpeng; regret that as a result of regret ......
Until today, I did not see Li Kunpeng, did not face to face with him to say a few words, has been letting me regret that period of sad days.