1. The beginning and end of the lyrical composition
When you succeed one day, what others see is just the halo of glory under your appearance, but what my mother cares about is behind me How much sweat and hard work I put in, she saw my tired heart under my glorious appearance.
The carnations in May are like a light longing, just like my mother; no matter where I go, no matter where I go, I can never escape your warm eyes. No matter how far you go, There is always mother at home who is always concerned about and longed for. We are about to graduate, and my brothers and sisters will laugh and cherish the last time we spent together, collecting every smile we had, every word we said, and everything we had together.
People all have feelings. I don’t know if I will be reluctant to part with you the day we really say goodbye. My heart belongs to them. Slowly, I couldn't think about it anymore while lying on the bed. "There is no banquet in the world that I don't want to leave." It's easy to get together and leave.
Although some people say that a lover loves seven points, it is also these seven points that can cause panic in the heart. I am afraid that in an instant, I will leave quietly without the efforts of a complete heart! You still regard me as indifferent, and the occasional look back and smile will become a luxury. Smiling at you is purely polite and hidden. My giving from the bottom of my heart cannot be exchanged for just one look at each other and holding hands. After walking by... However, there is a lingering friendship in my heart! In the backlight of the fleeting mist, the west wind blows behind the curtains, the fragrance of summer lotus overflows, and the most beautiful thoughts are blooming in the soft hair. Under the moon, the flute sounds sad and melancholy.
This life is just like a startled flower blooming. The flower blooms for a hundred days, and the gorgeous ending begins. There is a faint fragrance in the street, who happens to be floating there? A curtain of dreams, who is watching behind the railing under the moon? After a year of flowers, who has become more and more clear? Whose waiting coincides with the blooming of flowers? Whose looking back, whose light dimmed? A message of congratulations, who did you meet in this world? Teacher, your voice, smile, and gestures are always shown in front of my eyes; your care and love have always been lingering in my mind; your persuasion and earnest teaching are still engraved in my heart; you are with us. Everything at that time was as vivid as yesterday.
Teacher, it is you who gave me the confidence to study; it is you who gave me the courage to live; it was you who gave me the motivation to work hard; it was you who gave me the courage to run. Hope for a better future. The scented tea in my hand has cooled down, and there are still two fallen petals in the cup. They are thin and soft, like some memories. After drying, they cannot swell no matter how much they are soaked. They float in the water and are immersed.
People say tea is bitter? I don’t know what I’m drinking is bitter tea? Or is the tea itself bitter? I don’t know how many people’s dreams have been shattered by this mist? How many people are not reborn after the rain? Time brings you into my life and brings me to my world. The setting sun sets in the afterglow of the reflection of the seedlings on the lake, and we weave a garland of happiness together.
That year, with the light and shadow of teenagers, we were wandering in the time of youth. That year, we counted our happy footsteps and lived a carefree life together.
If time can stay, I really hope to live in that period of time for the rest of my life. So fast! Time travels through our youth, as if we have forgotten how we will have a beginning and an end.
Thank you for the time that allowed us to meet together, and thank you for the time that allowed us to become an irreplaceable part of each other's lives. I always miss you so much, can you hear my missing you? I always miss you so much, can you hear my missing you? I am searching desperately in the sunshine, looking for your familiar figure.
After searching for you for thousands of times, I finally embrace you under the tree full of sophora flowers. You are like a star that never falls in the dark night, always shining so brightly.
A mother’s hands are the life of the family and the paradise of her children, containing divine and infinite love.
I stroked and looked at my mother's hand, and suddenly a warm current passed from my mother's hand to me. It was warm and sweet, as if my whole body had lived in my mother's hand, living under the care of my mother's sunshine.
However, through my mother's hands, I didn't seem to understand my mother. My young heart could not understand the thoughts of adults. "Looking at the glorious spring at this moment, it still looks as warm as that time. I cut off my long hair and grew a beard. All the pain I had felt went away with the wind, but I felt so sad. The years left me with a deeper confusion. ..." Xuri's masculine voice was cool and hoarse, mixed with a trace of hysterical shouting. These two humble men stood on the stage and vented their emotions, abjection and hardship, difficulties and hopes! If we meet again in the old days, who will still remember every bit of those years? Under the dandelions, our agreement turns pale.
Those years, those past events, those missed pasts, rippled in the long river of memories. Unknowingly, night falls quietly, and facing the hustle and bustle of the whole world, I feel at a loss.
I don’t know when, the sound of the piano brought by the wind fell softly on the windowsill. The brilliance of yesterday is like faded pen and ink, disappearing in the words written.
The melody of "Those Years" spreads lonely, singing about someone's past and the regret of someone who has lost their beauty. Perhaps, time can dilute the melody of a song, but it cannot shelve a profound memory.
Sometimes, with the popularity of a song or the rise of a nostalgic movie, those vague memories sealed in photo albums become so clear, and the past events are vividly remembered. In those years, the boring courses, the unsolved math problems on the blackboard, and the messy graffiti on the desk were all a small part of our campus life.
In those years, interesting experiments in physics classes barely filled the boring summer afternoons. In those years, the "Man Jiang Hong" math test papers, the angry face of the math teacher, and the worried expressions of the students were my exclusive memories after every failure in the math test.
Those years, those times, the time when youth passed by, that distant summer in our memories, left us with too many stories that we could not finish writing, but we could only rush through them in a few strokes. Because the memory is too painful and the longing is too hurt. A fragmented memory, a stranded past event, is sometimes woven into a set of memories because of a familiar lens or a familiar scene.
A story becomes affectionate when paired with a song; a song becomes emotional when it interprets a story. I never thought that the pop songs I sang casually after class in those years would now become a bridge connecting memories.
Never thought about it. 2. Write the first 50 words of a lyrical essay
The rain is pouring down, with a trace of cold air dripping in the cold wind, making a sound from time to time, without any nostalgia..., the rain is still so quiet. The ground was falling, tick, tick. The window was open, and the cold and colorless raindrops fell on my face with a gust of wind. I was stunned, and my heart was blown by these strings of small raindrops. The rain became cold and light - it seemed to take away my joy.
Wings are a symbol of angels, and a girl’s wings were confiscated by God...
A girl bought a ballet ticket. When she sat down and watched everyone on the stage with their eyes closed, tiptoes, spinning, jumping... Once upon a time, she was the lead dancer, wearing a dance skirt. , like a newborn white swan dancing. The girl smiled, it was a bitter smile. The bitter smile slowly spread, like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, the originally calm mirror was filled with patches. Ripples. Finally gradually, the subtle ones are invisible. 3. The beginning or end of a more lyrical composition
The stars in the night sky are shining, and those are your smiling eyes. It adorns my heart, shining brightly every night ----------
When you smile, the world smiles too. My heart is waiting, waiting. I love the lilacs you gave me the most. You are the white lily in my heart. Please smile
! If you cry, it will always be my face that is wet; if you are sad, it will always be my heart that is bitter.
My heart and everything I have are willing to be taken by you. I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes so that I can see you.
You are as quiet as the moon; you are as demure as the moon ------- You are like the moon, the moon is like the night, rising from my dream every night.
Before I say goodbye, you have disappeared into the distant horizon. I stood as calm as a small tree. In fact, my heart has already left with you. I wonder if you feel it?
If you walk in the forest, the blooming flowers are what I am eagerly waiting for. The dark green leaves are my strong feelings.
You are water, you are the water in the clear stream, flowing leisurely and smiling, flowing into my heart and turning into wine, and my heart suddenly became drunk----
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Time will slowly let you understand that a person who looks very cold and shy on the outside, but his heart is full of love for you. 4. Lyrical sentences in composition, how to write the beginning and end of lyrical composition
Lyrical sentences in composition
1: The grass under the rock teaches us to be strong, the wild lilies on the cliff teach us to be persistent, the mountain top teaches us The pine trees on the mountain teach us to fight against the wind and rain, and the wintersweet in the severe cold teaches us to welcome the ice and snow with a smile.
2: Plum blossoms stand proud of the snow, and peaches and plums compete for spring. There are many, countless beauties in nature. However, what really makes me feel breathtakingly beautiful is the place in front of the school teaching building. A white magnolia. Her beauty makes me intoxicated.
3: Acknowledging the diversity of this society means giving yourself more opportunities and positions to try at multiple levels, and this attempt requires deep thinking. With thinking, you can Do whatever you want on the road of life, seek liberation of the soul and independence of thought, and you will find that place where you think twice, and you will have the value to establish the society.
4: The power of love is extremely powerful, and the color of love is extremely beautiful. It can make those who love in their hearts happy, contribute to the happiness of those who love, and make those who receive love laugh. It can make the family happy, the society stable, and the world peaceful. Care, forgiveness and consideration are all love. Let us contribute love together to society, the world and the world, so that there is warmth, tenderness and love everywhere in the world.
5: love warms more than a thousand fires. Love warms more than a thousand fires.
6: No one’s life is smooth sailing. It is inevitable that there will be some detours in life. It is a part of life. Without it, we would not be able to realize the meaning of life and we would not know how to cherish it. Life. Only by experiencing it can you realize the truth of life and learn to cherish it.
7: Reading is a kind of communication. The incompleteness and perfection of history, the turbulence and calmness of reality, the helplessness and splendor of the world, the bitterness and intoxication of life, all merge with and separate from each other in reading.
Spring shines on the grass, spring returns to the earth, the earth returns to spring, spring flowers are in full bloom, spring is sultry, spring is in the garden, spring is as deep as the sea, spring bamboo shoots are blooming, red and green, spring is fading
8: people's views on. vary from person to person. some hold that. . However, others believe that. .people are right. Opinions vary from person to person. Some people think. ..yet others think.
9: My partner and I went to the grass, the birds were singing, the spring water was flowing slowly, and the swallows were doing their morning exercises, oh! Everyone is here! Look at the trees at the bottom of the mountain; peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees. If you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers. They are red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow! This beautiful picture is dotted with colorful diamonds, which sparkle. The red ones shine on your hands, the pink ones shine on your clothes, and the green ones shine on your eyes. I closed my eyes and let this beautiful picture come into my mind. I picked up a pen and painted this beautiful moment.
10: do as most men do and men will speak well of thee. Do as most men do and men will speak well of thee. Do as most men do and men will praise you.
11: When summer comes, the trees begin to show their talents. Stretch out your hands and "chop" a shady place for people. But the cicadas kept shouting on the tree, "It's so hot! It's so hot!" The grass grew more vigorously than before, and the green leaves kept decorating the flowers, making them more beautiful.
12: Spring is a beautiful piece of music that makes the world full of vitality; spring is a happy bird that makes the world full of vitality; spring is a beautiful dance that makes the world full of smiles.
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13: Endurance is a kind of persistence that does not reveal the dew of mountains and rocks; it is a kind of perseverance that is not afraid of wind and rain; it is a kind of loyalty that does not seek fame or gain.
The Dragon Boat Festival is one of my favorite festivals. It is a traditional festival in China. There are many activities on this day, such as making rice dumplings, racing dragon boats, hanging calamus, mugwort, smoking atractylodes, drinking realgar wine... It is said to ward off evil spirits. To this day, the Dragon Boat Festival is still a very grand festival in the hearts of the Chinese people. What I think is the most interesting is the dragon boat race.
14: In Tagore’s tender dialogue between the gardener and the birds, I felt the mellowness of life; in the sound of oars on the Qinhuai River, I could faintly recognize my father’s old back; in the cold night Under the little orange light, I saw the selflessness of innocence and motherly love; in the sea empty of turbid waves, I understood the old man's unyielding struggle against the sea! 5. Find a lyrical composition beginning
Family affection;
1: I can’t remember the last time I took a good look at you, father.
I only remember you at that time, with black hair and bronzed skin. The life in the countryside during your youth gave you a healthy body and made you reticent in a complicated society.
2: After drinking the last sip of milk, I silently placed the 145-point paper in front of my father. He raised his eyes and snorted, signed his name and continued to immerse himself in reading the newspaper. My lips moved, wanting to say something, but I gave up in the end. I was used to it anyway. After packing my things, I closed the door. The soft closing sound was like a sigh. Without looking back, I strode towards the school...
3: I don’t know when, that touching portrait appeared in front of me again. Look! Under the light eyebrows, a pair of drunken eyes sunk deeply into the eye sockets, full of kindness and kindness; the injured feet were tightly wrapped with gauze, and suddenly, the past events were as vivid as a movie...
4: Family love is a universal human emotion, and there is family love everywhere in the world. But the scope of family affection is also very wide, and the ways of expression are also different.
Care:
1: Caring means caring and caring, it is everywhere around us. Each of us needs care, and care is indispensable in life. If others give us care, then we should care and love others, so that the world will be full of love!
2: If the world is a hut, care is a window in the hut; if the world is a ship, then care is a light on the vast sea. Being cared for by others is a wonderful enjoyment, and caring for others is a noble and beautiful virtue.
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Dad, I have something in my heart that I want to say to you, but before the words come out, tears are already flowing down my face. Dad, do you know? I have tried many times to ask you one sentence, just one sentence: "Have you ever loved me?" But I didn't dare.
4: The rain stopped and her heart became clear. Facing the fresh lotus, I shed tears. Turning around with a smile, facing her caring mother, her heart warmed——
Struggle
1: 28 years ago, you were born, and there were more naughty things in your life. Lovely you.
When you were young, you were cute, obedient, studious and diligent. When you were six years old, you could count thousands and recite Tang poems (there were no kindergartens at that time). You were praised by the teacher in the village and said that you were a future college student. When you are in elementary school, your world is full of colors because you are full of fantasy all day long.
2: I vaguely remember a certain writer saying that the important thing is not success, but the process of struggle. This sentence tells us that a person's life is a life of struggle. People are constantly working hard and struggling to achieve success. Success is the result of struggle, and struggle is the only way to success.
3: People are destined to struggle and fight hard when they are born. Otherwise, how could there be a famous saying "Everyone is destined to die, which may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." If you don't struggle, you will live a mediocre life. If you struggle, you will make a difference in your life, and even the whole society will remember you.
4: Night is like a huge black curtain hanging over my head. The stars that filled the sky last night were nowhere to be found, and only a crescent moon hung alone in the sky. 6. The beginning of a lyrical article
It is best to write about scenery, from scene to thing...
Spring has been gone for a long time, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but they are not seen yet; look at the continuous rain and the ups and downs of the trees. , but they have all become a passing smoke; look at today, the sun is bright, the breeze is blowing, and you feel refreshed.
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Or use poetry, preferably ancient poetry...
Sing goodbye in March, raise your glass to look at the moon, and drink in all the five flavors of life. The chaotic shadows are swaying in the spring breeze, and I look forward to the return of my old friend. The moon is still there, spring is at a loss, and a willow tree is stained with blue smoke. The broken willows keep watch, but the beauty is helpless. The spring thunder is lingering, and it is rare to hold a thread. A cup of tea is like wine. Sitting in the evening pavilion is like a vast road at night. How can I see through it? The spring flowers and autumn moon are the same, but life is somewhat different. You and the breeze have a light taste, and the moon and the flowing water are indifferent. How often does a flute play leisurely, and a year has been wasted, but what about the months? In a moment of confusion, the wind decorated the bright moon, and a few strands of love fell. The bright moon contrasts, and the suffering lingers, but we can't help the changes of the Spring and Autumn Period.
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Or use a parallel sentence...
We often feel tired, I just think too much. We always say that life is boring, but actually it’s because we don’t know how to taste. We are often busy with business, but we are not satisfied. We are always competitive, but in fact we are too vain.
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I mostly use inscriptions, it is best to have a “postscript” at the end...
I have a simple heart , I can't understand the eyes of the world. I have a loving heart, and I can't remember the soul that betrayed me. I have a persistent heart, and I can't pull it back even if I try. I have a romantic poetic heart, Innocent and passionate.
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I love poetry, I want to be a poet, I like poetry to be as unrestrained as a river, as turbulent as the sea, as gorgeous as a rainbow, and as beautiful as flowers. So soft and beautiful...
That's all for now, if you have any questions, come to me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 7. Urgently looking for the beginning of some lyrical articles
1. What can you do with a cup of coffee?
I don’t know, maybe keep busy, maybe have random thoughts, maybe gossip, maybe... just relax your mind.
Sometimes I think too much and it just bothers me...
Take a deep breath, change your breath, reorganize your thoughts... After the night is a new day.
Treat yourself with a smile!
2. I found it when I picked up the pen. The emotion I wanted to write is gone.
My mind went blank. I forgot what my previous mood was, what I needed to tell myself, and what was the real purpose of "writing"?
I need to tidy up, not only my mood, but also the home that is so messed up that it looks like it has been ransacked.
I have been cleaning carefully these days and found some old garbage, some things that have been left there for many years for unknown reasons.
Some things are forgotten after a long time, forgetting the original persistence and forgetting the original mood. .Some things that should be given up but not lost, just quietly occupy that corner space. It wasn't until one day that I realized that I had locked myself in emotional garbage.
Every day.
3. I remembered it by chance
It’s coming to an end again, and I always feel complicated at this time of year.
Lament the passage of time and rejoice in the new beginning.
In the past, I liked to browse through the rows of greeting cards in bookstores and immerse myself in joy.
The cards collected one by one were not sent out. As time went by, some things became indistinguishable, just like those cards left in the drawer to keep for yourself? Or did he lose contact because of his isolation?
How are you?
The relationship that has not been in contact for a long time has become a bit strange. What should we talk about if we meet again? . . Life is no longer the same and ideas are different. Without those familiar nostalgic themes, what is left?
Maybe gossip about so-and-so’s romantic affair, maybe commemorate so-and-so’s emotional tragedy, maybe simply report on the recent chores in your life, and then what? . .Untitled.
Time is still ticking forward.
Being passive, I am still used to waiting quietly, waiting for the news brought by the wind. 8. 100 words at the beginning or end of a composition with descriptive and lyrical content
"The jasper is as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down." The ancients' love for spring can be seen from this beautiful poem one after another. My favorite season is also spring when everything comes to life.
Every spring, kapok flowers as red as fire, peonies as pink as clouds, and roses as white as jade compete to bloom. Some of them are full of buds, some are in bloom, and some are in full bloom. A refreshing fragrance of flowers attracted many little bees, singing and dancing hummingly.
I like spring, just like the fish can't live without the gurgling river water. I love spring, just like a newborn baby loves its mother's warm embrace. I am thinking every moment, can you stay a little longer in spring? Even if it’s just for a moment!
Spring is also destined to me. I was born in spring, and being born in this season when flowers are in full bloom is the most beautiful thing in my life. Whenever the flowers bloom and the ice and snow melt, my parents are singing happy birthday to me, and the gentle breeze blows across my cheeks, as if they are also congratulating me.
In winter, whenever the sunset and the moon meet. I will vent my longing for spring. I also wonder in my heart, when will spring come? Finally spring has arrived, and I can't wait to go to the grass that has just sprouted. I walk gently and stroke it gently, for fear of disturbing the grass that has not yet woken up. I sniffed it with my nose and smelled the pollen smell of the spring girl. I took a look and saw the thriving young seedlings. Spring is finally here. Do you know how long I have been looking forward to you? A full 275 days. Every day I live like a year, do you know spring?
I don’t know when spring has left, but there are still wet tears on my face. The delicate and enchanting flowers in front of the courtyard have long since withered silently and fallen into the soil, leaving only a faint fragrance. The flowers I once loved most have faded away, just like my fleeting happiness like a dream. And that bubble-like phantom deepened my loneliness.
A 600-word composition describing spring 2: The feeling of spring (600 words)
Although the cold winter has passed, it has brought us a beautiful gift—— spring. The footsteps of spring approached me quietly. You will find that many things around us have changed.
On the ground, you will be surprised. The bent and exhausted grass has turned into vibrant green grass. It can be said to be "renewed"! On both sides of the road, there are still small flowers blooming like stars; there are also long weeping willows by the lake. Everyone is vying to dress up so that they can play with everyone at night; occasionally you can see a group of clever little sparrows, chirping, The loud singers on the lake, "Mr. Frog" and the "Green Fairy" - dragonfly, and "Pink Girl" - butterfly: two dancers also came to join this chorus, which was really singing and dancing. The lake nearby was not idle either, and sang soft tunes to them. The water of the lake went "la-la-ah~~" and "gu-gu-gu~~". It was really a lively scene!
Tianli was also filled with industrious laughter: The farmer uncle was very happy, happily holding the farming tools and happily came to the field, plowing the fields, sowing the fields, the farmer uncles plowing the fields, sowing the fields. Sowing seeds and singing songs, spring really makes the farmer uncles happy and makes them excited to use their hands. When the sun shines on my body, it seems to be no different from the warmth of a loving mother.
You said that if it is so lively on the ground, isn’t it also very lively in the sky? Of course. The swallows competed with the geese all day long. "Spring is equivalent to the day I was born. It gives me a wonderful life." The swallow said with gratitude. This is what Big Eyes said eagerly: "I think spring is equivalent to my parents, because spring is the season where we are least likely to be tortured." "I think..." "I think..." The captains of the two groups, Hey, with all the competition going on all day long, it seems like the sky is indeed very lively.
Miss Spring, Spring Fairy, you can fill everything with joy and laughter, and I finally understand why people praise you so enthusiastically - spring. 9. The beginning and end of a composition about borrowing scenes to express emotion
Golden Autumn
Time keeps flowing forward, the weather gradually cools down, and the noisy cicadas are blown by the autumn sound. It disappeared and was replaced by the mournful chirping of crickets in the cracks of the stone slabs under the steps at night. ah! That lovely autumn is finally here.
Autumn is more prosperous than spring. Spring with brilliant flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest; autumn is more colorful than summer, with dense branches and leaves. Although summer is charming, the autumn colors on the trees full of golden leaves are more refreshing and pleasant; autumn is more vibrant than winter. The snow-covered winter is certainly lovely, but the golden autumn with the fragrance of melons and fruits is more brilliant and colorful. . Autumn has come to the woods. From a distance, the yellow leaves are falling like swarms of golden butterflies. They are tired of flying and fall on my shoulders, head, and feet. It brings my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me again. I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and looked at it carefully. It was such a special autumn leaf! It has not completely faded away from its green color yet, and still exudes a strong fragrance. Autumn came to the orchard. Persimmon bent down and bowed so hard that the branches were about to break. Sister Lychee was so fat that her clothes burst, revealing her bulging, white belly. Huge apples hang all over the branches, showing sweet smiles, either shy or bold. When the autumn girl came to the farmland, the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress and grinned, showing its golden teeth. In order to make itself more beautiful, the tomatoes put lipstick on their faces. Potato's excitement may have been too high, and his green mouth broke into laughter, revealing his yellow tongue. Autumn has come to the garden, and it has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy golden color, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. There are so many colors of chrysanthemums: yellow, pink, and white. . The big flowers and curly petals look like a little girl with curly hair. Linger in the chrysanthemum garden or admire a pot of gorgeous chrysanthemums alone, and slowly be intoxicated by the fragrance. Autumn brings a golden color to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. The autumn wind is as cool as water, dyeing the world yellow with a hint of chill.
I love this crisp autumn season!
I like autumn with its lush leaves and unpretentious chrysanthemums.
I like this unique and brilliant golden autumn scenery.
Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mowers, the laughter of children, and the laughter of adults merge together to form a symphony of "Golden Autumn" .