"In fact, the shadows, like the sun, are the wealth of life." Throughout the long winter, hardly any sunlight favored the place where I waited for the bus in the morning, the crossroads, the everlasting night as dense as the early morning air. The world is quiet as before, all all cast a few dappled shadows on the ground.
Inadvertently looked down and realized that the "world" is here ......
The wind blew an old newspaper to my feet, and I glanced at it, and the headline of the front-page story attracted me: "In fact, the shadows and the sunshine, are all part of life. The first page of the story attracted me: "In fact, the shadow and the sunshine are the same, are the wealth of life." In an instant, my heart was hit hard, the blood around me flowed into my heart, and I breathed in and out while letting them gain a burning temperature. The wind is still cold and blowing, only that full of boiling blood rushing in the heart ......
Life, in fact, can be so.
Life, actually can be so!
That is the shadow of the poles. They seem to be as clear as a five-line score, only the tune has been divided into several subsections by the age-old iron frame. How I would like to compose a song for them, playing the roaring spring music. How I wish, movingly singing this song, is the migratory birds returning to the south. Trees, buildings, stores, overpasses ...... their shadows gradually twisted, tilted, the majority of the part dipped in the cold winter air, gradually evaporated, the small part of the vehicle with the speeding, was far behind. Is that a bush? Their shadows were actually extraordinarily thick, showing a different lushness than usual. Each cluster of them is struggling to pull up, growth, all for the later straightening, spitting fragrance, all for that season's flurry. So I carefully grasped my hand into a graffiti sun and covered their shadows, giving them imaginary light. I casually spit out a small piece of haze, but became a light winter clouds, for them to bring a long-lost romance ......
Everything is due to the shadow and more than one point of imagination, the world is also therefore more than one point of hazy beauty.
So, I no longer feel at a loss day after day and do not know where to end. Shadows, like sunlight, have created a new world of clarity for me. I no longer feel that those dark days are monotonous and boring. Because the shadow is more varied and evocative than the thing itself. Shadows have always been there, but few people know the beauty of the shadow, and even fewer people for its beauty and stop hurrying. They are like constantly rubbing the flowers from the fall, in the dust and water in the decline, silently hidden in the sun.
The words that made my heart pound Essay 2The rain, it has been falling. It is long, soft, and seems to flutter like willow flakes. I remembered the past again, so unforgettable.
That day was not much different from the usual, just a gentle rain, thought: it is better to run back, anyway, no one will come to pick up! Waiting for me to pack up my things only to find that my classmates are accompanied by their own dads and moms happy to go home. In a flash, I felt that I was a single goose that had fallen behind, unable to find a companion, wandering in the same place, just waiting to be rescued. When I was thinking about it, a thin white hand hit me on the shoulder, "Hey, let's go together, it's just on the way with your house oh." I looked over and it turned out to be my neighboring table who was the same English class representative as me. "Forget it, I can go back by myself, I don't need you to be a fake nice guy!" It held its face red and didn't say anything in.
I know that girls like him, who grew up in a honeypot, don't suffer much, and he will never understand my pain. In this class, it was my own secret.
"Students write a weekly journal, the theme is miss." The teacher assigned the homework and walked away. The topic was too easy for me, and I decided to write it centered on my parents, I was a left-behind child. Few people would know this, maybe only the teacher. After that something even more unexpected happened! The teacher asked me to read the essay! My face was red and I was already in tears before I started reading. The kind teacher did not force me, so she read it, and I became more and more sad.
The neighboring table, she kept comforting me, if not in the classroom, I'm afraid I would have been angry with her, this is she opened her mouth, very quietly said: "You do not know it, in fact, I am also a left-behind children it." I looked up and stared at her all the way. She was obviously a little embarrassed. "That, in fact ...... you can make friends ...... have friends will not be so sad ......" I whimpered said, "So will you be my friend?" She guffawed, "Of course, we will always be good friends." I childishly stretched out a finger, "Pull the hook." "Uh-huh. Pull the hook, this life does not lie to you ......"
Re-distribution of classes, I just learned from the class teacher that he is not a left-behind child, it is just a well-intentioned lie, everyone knows that, only hid from me. I shed tears, you lied to me that I will always remember! We have always been friends!
The words that made my heart pound Essay 3"In fact, shadows are as much a treasure in life as sunshine." Throughout the long winter, hardly any sunlight favored the place where I waited for the bus in the morning, the crossroads, the eternal night as dense as the early morning air. The world is quiet as before, all all cast a few dappled shadows on the ground.
Inadvertently looked down and realized that the "world" is here ......
The gloomy wind blew an old newspaper to his feet, glancing at it, the front page of the report's 'headline attracted me: "In fact, the shadow and the sunshine, are all part of life's wealth. The first page of the report 'headline attracted me: "In fact, the shadow and the sunshine are the same, are the wealth of life." In an instant, my heart was hit hard, the blood around me flowed into my heart, and I breathed in and out while letting them gain a burning temperature. The wind is still cold blowing, only that full of boiling blood in the heart rushing ......
Life, in fact, can be so.
Life, actually can be so!
That is the shadow of the poles. They seem to be as clear as a five-line score, but the tune has been divided into several subsections by the old and dilapidated iron frame. How I would like to compose a song for them, play the roaring spring music. How I wish, movingly singing this song, is the migratory birds returning to the south. Trees, buildings, stores, overpasses ...... their shadows gradually twisted, tilted, the majority of the part dipped in the cold winter air, gradually evaporated, the small part with the vehicle speeding, was far behind. Is that a bush? Their shadows were actually extraordinarily thick, showing a different kind of lushness than usual. Each cluster of them is struggling to pull up and grow, all for the later straightening, spitting fragrance, all for that season's flurry. So I carefully grasped my hand into a graffiti sun and covered their shadows, giving them imaginary light. I casually spit out a small piece of haze, but became a light winter clouds, for them to bring a long-lost romance ......
Everything is due to the shadow and more than one point of imagination, the world is also therefore more than one point of hazy beauty.
So, I no longer feel the day to day wandering and do not know where to end. Shadows, like sunlight, have created a new world of clarity for me. I no longer feel that those dark days are monotonous and boring. Because the shadow is more varied and evocative than the thing itself. Shadows have always been there, but few people know the beauty of the shadow, and even fewer people for its beauty and stop hurrying. They are like constantly rubbing the flowers from falling, in the dust and running water in the decline, silently hidden in the sun.
In this winter morning, I gazed at the shadow, had a deeper thought.
In my opinion, sunlight and shadow never go hand in hand. There is no absolute light in this world, nor is there permanent darkness. There are shadows because there is light. The shadow you cast on the ground is because of the sunlight overhead. You walk headlong toward the sunlight, and there is bound to be a shadow behind you; walk with the sun at your back, and you can still bask in the sunlight. I really want to thank this sentence, it is it let all the shadow and I met, let my mood with them together with the rise and fall. Thus, one kind of nobility meets another kind of nobility; one kind of thinking meets another kind of thinking; one kind of ordinary meets another kind of ordinary.
How did we open up the real world that has been confined for a long time? This is the first time that I have ever seen a picture of a beautiful landscape.
The days of sadness and despair due to the absence of light, backlighting, backlighting, and the lonely heart that was ended by disappointment, despondency, and sadness are dispersed along with these shadows in the dust and clamor of the whole street. The same speed of hope and dream, running to the distance, as the sunshine and shadow, *** with the existence of the earth above.
I firmly believe that determination and perseverance will flow through my dreams, and take away the sadness and uneasiness for me.
In this ordinary and quiet morning, I embraced all the shadows and the words that made my heart thump, looking to the end of the street, where there are shadows and sunlight intertwined with the beautiful scenery ......
And then looked up, it was already daylight pouring out of the city, warm as spring... ...
The sentence that made my heart pound Essay 4This sentence is so common that everyone can say it; this sentence is so warm that it can melt the whole world; this sentence is so passionate that it ignites the darkness in our hearts.
A sentence of "I believe in you", how many people to stand up again, towards a higher end.
When I was a child at my grandmother's house, I always watched my grandmother work hard to take care of me, shedding drops of sweat. I told my grandmother; "Grandma, Grandma, when I grow up, I will earn a lot of money, do not let you work." Grandma smiled and said; "Grandma believes in you."
This "I believe in you" is my driving force, and I always remind myself to study hard and not to let my grandma down, and I will let my grandma live a good life.
Growing up, the first grade, the final exam is very bad, sitting on the steps in front of the school building, I talked to my mother, I cried, my mother did not scold me, but calmly said: "What is the use of crying? Mom believes in you and will do well on the test next time."
I stopped crying and smiled at my mom, I'm going to study hard because my mom believes in me and I can be her pride, I'm like a happy little train, slowly moving forward.
Fifth grade, on the study has yo kind of inexplicable boredom of the mind, imagine, the end of the period, I got a very bad test. Mom did not blame me, calmly said to me: "Do not be discouraged, a failure to decide nothing, the next time you can try, I believe you can." My heart was sensitized, I step by step with efforts to exchange the most successful fruit.
Yes! The road of life such as to believe, but also can not be separated from the setbacks, success is behind, perhaps, we have failed, but we still have a chance, next time, next time, there is always a time, we can do.
A sentence I believe in you, let me know what is called warm, what is called moving.
The sentence that made my heart thump Essay 5Whenever I am dull, when I am bored, when I am irritated, when I don't want to study. I would think of that sentence, the one that made me motivated to study.
Because I grew up in my grandpa's house and seldom lived with my mom and dad, I always felt a little strange with my parents. I didn't dare to say anything to my parents, and I didn't communicate with them on my own initiative several times, and my mom took the initiative to talk to me every time.
The other night, I was watching TV, mom came over, also do in that look. After a while, mom and I talked. Because then just after the final exams, I exam regression, mom learned of my results. Then said: you can not regress again, you see your tuition, your father in order to earn money, every day alas!
Yes, my father worked hard for me to earn money, and I have done in school what ah! I don't listen carefully in class, run away, talk, don't study. I'm so sorry to my parents for thinking about this! I'm so ashamed!
So, in the future study. I even for my parents, in order to repay my parents, I have to study hard. Little by little progress, trying to achieve my best results. Determined not to have a substantial regression, must work hard.
When I don't want to study, I have to think of that sentence and ask myself if I'm allowed to!
The sentence that made my heart thump essay 6Try to see who will have the last laugh in tomorrow's exam? This is a sentence that the class teacher once said, it is like an alarm bell to wake up my sleeping mind again and again.
Our class is a very poor class group, every teacher does not like to give us lessons. It is not that the teacher is too bad, in fact, the teacher is a more responsible teacher, but we do not know how to get ahead.
The teacher spent a lot of time and energy dealing with classroom discipline, even though he repeatedly emphasized that he didn't want to waste too much energy on classroom discipline. He used to lose his temper a lot in order to get us to study hard, and he tried to write essays about his heart to get us back. These can only make us in a short period of time to study hard, after a few days, there is still the same.
Try to look at tomorrow's exams, who will smile to the end? Take this geography, biology mock exams, the results were announced, we are all dumbfounded one by one, alive and kicking, chasing and jostling when how did not think of it? Indeed, the hard-working people, the sky is not to be disappointed. There are also several diligent students in the class through the efforts to achieve excellent results.
Just like the language teacher mentioned in the essay comments spring sprinkled in the fertile field, autumn harvest in happiness, the process of learning is bitter, but as long as perseverance, the end will have a successful result, will be successful.
The class teacher has told us that he harvested a full of disappointment; the class teacher has told us that youth do not delay in the beautiful, but also do not fee in the sweet; the class teacher has told us that we do not want to learn to get out.
Try to look at tomorrow's exam, who will smile to the end?
Only in the future learning process more efforts, usually less play a little, it is possible to succeed. Now we are in the critical period of junior high school life, in the face of the next semester of geography, biology level passing exams, in the face of the junior high school examination, it is time to work hard to fight.
I hope, through their own efforts, to succeed and laugh until the end.
The words that made my heart pound Essay 7
Language is the most basic form of communication, it is the bridge of the heart, to bring people closer to each other, he is a gentle hand, fluctuating the heartstrings of the deepest part of the human heart.
That day, there were a lot of English homework, sent down a lot of homework, a open, bright red big fork into the eyes, the negative two strokes, scratched in the book, pain in the heart. I thought to myself: my deskmate shouldn't be any better! Seeing him the same as me, the heart must feel better, I looked at his workbook, and sucked in a breath of cold air, but only one or two questions wrong, a dragon's hook on the paper flaunted, "He must have copied! He must have copied it!" I thought to myself. But I just couldn't calm that inner trauma. My hand racked my head, my palm covered one eye, and I sighed feebly as I hid the tears. Another paper was handed out, this time he was lower than me, but the mood is still not very good, according to my "absolute top ten" status how can only a little bit higher than him? I'm kind of despondent to the extreme, tearful eyes looking at only 94 points of the paper.
Suddenly, someone stroked my head, I turned my head to see, it was the English teacher, I am even more sad, the English teacher so hard to teach us, gave me so much tolerance, but I only returned so little points? I really wanted to slap myself. But the teacher said to me: "You should have scored 96 on this paper. Be of good cheer! ' The teacher spoke in a serious tone, like a heavy exhortation. Then the teacher glanced at his classmate's homework, and his classmate also raised the homework in his hand intentionally high, as if he intended to show off his hook, but the teacher said nothing and walked away, and almost everything I saw at this point was bad, and it felt like the teacher was dissatisfied with me and satisfied with his classmate with no words. But the table turned his head to look at me with envy, heartstrings awesome earthquake, I just woke up: the teacher cares about me, believe that I should be able to test 96 points to say so!
It turns out that the teacher cares about me and believes in me! He already knew the behavior of his desk, so he comforted me and encouraged me with those words, and I had to cheer up, because they made my heart pound.