Windy and rainy, it won't be bigger than the sun, and the sky is very high, isn't it? But the colorful sun is always within reach.
What does it matter if you have cried, ached and struggled? When all of that quietly away, I believe that tomorrow there will be a brighter smile. The young and frivolous, debauchery and uninhibited, who said it was a fault? The young bones, overflowing is surging life.
Not to be bound, not to be blocked, not to be questioned; young blood, flaunted personality, convergence is the connotation, because the heart is full of hope and longing, you can always stride forward, to fight, to go, to go, to chase! Spring really, said to come, full of new green, full of hope, in the winter of the cold silence, a lot of life quietly give up, give up survival, give up all the fantasies about spring. They can not survive the change of seasons, can not survive is self-pity, self-pity, self-pity, self-abandonment, rather than winter itself.
And some of the life but not with the meticulous perseverance to the end, after a long cold and silent winter, break through the silence of the earth for a long time, difficult and great to open their eyes, gradually composed of green. And spring, really said to come .......
2. write a composition on the topic of "Suddenly the spring wind comes"Suddenly the spring wind comes
Suddenly the spring wind comes, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms, a night of spring wind blew open the buds of the flowers, and blew the fragrance of the flowers. A night of spring breeze blows away our sorrows. Suddenly like the spring breeze of the night, blowing the sky of our 18 years old. Suddenly like a night of spring wind, blowing away everything that is not related to us at this moment. This night spring wind, forcefully and naturally blew our group of ignorant teenagers into the arduous and fulfilling senior year of high school. This night spring wind, hegemonic blowing away our computer, TV ...... but blew a neatly printed test papers, a thick review materials.
The spring breeze does not come, the March willow does not fly, perhaps we are waiting, waiting for this sudden spring breeze, waiting for it to blow away our sadness, waiting for it to calm our steps; waiting, waiting for this spring breeze to blow up our slender willow branches, so that it dances in the wind, dancing a melody that belongs to itself.
The wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows again. Wildfire can't destroy the roots of grass, just like the years can't extinguish our faith, but we still have to wait, wait for the spring breeze, wait for it to blow up the ripples of our silence, so that it doesn't fall asleep in silence.
In this way, the spring breeze has no preview but seems to have signs like we sent to you - the side of the senior high school. Senior high school, waiting for us to challenge; senior high school, waiting for us to show that the sword that we carefully polished grinding.
The next spring wind will come again, it will blow us what, as if we already know. The next spring wind will blow up our low head, encouraging us to head into the wind to pull out our sword rushed to the battlefield that does not see the smoke and blood flow. People say ten years to sharpen a sword, and our group of warriors have spent twelve years to sharpen this sword, twelve years just for a battle.
Twelve years, waiting for twelve years of that last spring wind, blowing up our ripples, blowing open our pear blossoms, blowing up our low-hanging branches, waking up our sleeping root buds.
Suddenly like a spring breeze, blowing open our heart flower, blowing away our group of childish teenagers naive ideas, blowing away the irrational sadness, blowing away the emotions that we thought we were sad, blowing away the 18-year-old **** have a longing, blowing awake our confused mind.
A sudden night wind, sent away the winter in the snow fighting frost plum, ushered in the snow white red pear, ushered in the grass decorated with the earth flowers, but also woke up a winter sleep of the earth.
Suddenly like a spring breeze, sent us to this place, the next spring breeze, it will remind us to pack, with our twelve years of grinding the sword to the front of the silent battlefield.
This night the spring wind will not stop, it will blow our wounded hearts from time to time, so that we do not sink.
The spring breeze of the night has blown away the night and brought us light!
3. Write an essay on the topic of "Vitality"Vitality
When the frozen ice on the creek creaked and crunched in concert; when the willow willow that slept for the winter sprouted tender green buds; when the lovely buds like babies in the green leaves surrounded by the bed of sleep, the curtain of spring is slowly opened to us.
The first to feel the breath of spring is the grass on both sides of the road, under the building, on the square. If the best sense of smell in the animals we know is the dog, then the grass in this regard and they have the same status. They are the first to smell the breath of spring, they scramble out of the soil, to the spring girl to offer great love. The poplar tree by the road, which has always been lazy, also sensed what, stood up, shook the snow on the body, and worked hard. It is the spring breeze swept through its branches, it shook his head to her greetings, living like a gentleman.
Like a fair, the birds seemed to receive an emergency transfer order, came from the south, united. In a flash, the birds' colorful songs came from the woods, from the poles, from the roofs of the buildings, and from the air. The birds that stayed behind were not shy, and in the end, they grabbed the lead. According to the bird jury's testimony, the cuckoo sang the first voice of spring, won a golden voice award, and was jumping happily in the trees. The song woke up other hibernating animals, and the rally of the animals officially began!
Who knows, the animals just arrived on the scene in a messy order, dragonflies and mosquitoes met, spiders and see the flies and butterflies, and frogs are more to come, the birds came, the bugs fled in a panic, it seems that this year's rally and ended in failure. However, the animals finally moved, spring and a more vibrant.
People are not sensitive to spring, when spring comes, the last to know is the people, the heavy cotton jacket, cotton pants, hats, gloves, scarves on the bottom of the closet, it seems they can take a vacation. Changing into lightweight shirts and jeans, the little kids were the first to run out, and the kites strutted up into the sky like drunks, startling the birds, squeaking and chirping and the children's laughter as they flew up into the blue sky. The old people wearing sportswear also followed out, soothe the muscles and bones, shaking the spirit. Middle-aged people also rode their bicycles around the creek, listening to the slow flow of the creek in the dance.
A year's plan is in spring, a day's plan is in spring. In such a beautiful day, we should also join the rally of spring, accompanied by the vitality and energy of spring, active our brain, our body, for the spring to add a point of color.
When the school comes to the children's catchy reading, spring is really here.
4. Essay on the topic of "Ouch, Interesting""Ouch, Interesting" Essay
One morning a few days ago, I went to a cotton field in front of my grandmother's house. First, in order to help my grandmother to watch the cotton (cotton field is less than 70m long) Second, by the way, sunshine and exercise. Suddenly, I found a funny-looking bug. Curious, I followed it to the left side of the field. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and what unfolded in front of me was a small town--
I could spot where the streets were and where the dwellings were in their town. Their dwellings were under cotton stalks, complete with beds, fans, and straw curtains to cover their doorways. From a distance, their dwellings looked like a little plant. The street was very crowded with bugs, many of them bustling together. I think they must be from the foraging brigade! Look at them all, they are all majestic and glowing, like a team of soldiers about to go out to war. There were also some bugs gathered around my shoes, casting curious glances at this huge thing. The wind whipped through the cotton field, foraging brigade as heard the charge, scattered to the cotton field everywhere, picking out pests to eat. I look, like a small fish eating shrimp, they catch a spot, not long after a lot of booty. It wasn't long before they came back, each member with a pest in his mouth, and put it next to the others. That must be their family! Bugs know how to honor their families, why can't we?
Unconsciously, the sun hung over my head, and in the distance came the grandmother's shout. I should go home.
5. With theCareless Me Essay
A small carelessness can make one's life a blur. It is said that though carelessness is a minor fault, it is quite harmful to one's life. I was born with the problem of carelessness, it is this "little disease" at all times jeopardize me, so that I tasted all the flavors of the world sweet and sour!
I remember reading the third grade one day, mom and dad on business, the nature of the fun of me like a wild horse, immediately called a few buddies, happy to "play war", our two teams fought five hundred rounds of victory or defeat, sweat like crystal dew bubbling straight to the outside seepage, crazy to play for hours to the sunset, I was not reluctant to say goodbye to the little one, but I was very happy to see you. I was reluctant to say goodbye to my buddies and go home. However, when I was ready to open the door, oops, disaster, due to carelessness I forgot to bring the key, how to do? At this time my heart seems to have 25 rats - a hundred claws scratching heart, standing in the doorway to try everything to no avail, really have no choice but to go to my classmate's home to stay, but my heart is like fifteen buckets of water - seven up and eight down. The next day when my parents came back, after a lot of effort, the police from the top floor window to climb to the bathroom to open the security door to open the door, needless to say I was taught a lesson by my parents. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling!
I remember another afternoon, carelessness made me make a big joke. I was doing homework, suddenly dry mouth, such as sitting on pins and needles, and so I gobbled down a few cups of water in front of the water fountain, back to the seat to continue the work, which know but a strange thing happened - my pen is missing. I immediately searched my brain for the last contact between the pen and me, and all signs pointed to the fact that this shouldn't have happened! So, thinking it was a prank by my dad, I smiled and said to him, "Dad, did you take my pen?" My dad, confused, looked me over and smiled and said, "I don't know. Ask yourself about your stuff!" Finally, I rummage through the box, or can not be found, it is anxious to hand to the table, the scene in front of me to make me laugh, it turned out that the pen has been in my own hands, you say laughable is not laughable?
"Water into an abyss, sand into a tower". This is a truth that everyone knows, only painfully determined to change the carelessness of the people will learn to learn, learn to live, learn to be, learn to be happy!
6. to "ouch, I fun" as the theme of writing essays"I and the story of the book 》2 articles
Gorky said: "Reading a book is like opening a window on life ."
Bacon said, "Reading gives pleasure, luster and talent."
I think: "Books are like mysterious jewels, which hide infinite value; books are the treasure house of knowledge, which make ignorant people become knowledgeable and versatile; books are like faithful friends, which will always give you help and support silently when you encounter difficulties." Therefore, I love books, even love books to the degree of obsession.
I vaguely remember, when I was very young, my mom came back from work every day, always hold me in her lap, holding a storybook, one by one to me. I would sit quietly and listen with great interest, as if I were in the world depicted in the book. I would clap my hands vigorously when my mom told me something wonderful, and at that moment, she would always look at me with relief ......
When I was in the second grade, I had my first book - 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. That night, I was concentrating on my homework. My mom handed me a book, and I stared at the mysterious picture on the cover: a Frankenstein's monster wearing glasses, sitting in a fish-shaped boat, laughing. Several grouper, covered with colorful stripes, were swimming around the strange boat, seemingly surveying the uninvited guests who had intruded into their world. I was immediately captivated by it, and immediately grabbed the book from my mom's hand and immediately opened it to read it. Never mind the homework, I put it aside first. The strange fish in the book, the brave and witty Captain Nemo, had become everything to me. I don't know how long, I suddenly heard my mom's voice: "Tatsu, homework done yet." Until then, I remembered that the homework had not been completed, and after hurriedly completing my homework, I secretly brought my books under the covers. It was late at night and the house was quiet. I gently opened the book, and the book with Captain Nemo continue to swim in the wonderful world of the seabed ......
The next day when I woke up, I found that the book was still firmly held on my chest. For the next few weeks, the book accompanied me to school during the day and to bed at night. It became a part of my life.
From the moment I was introduced to 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, my love of books became uncontrollable. I couldn't wait to get into the world of books. The book showed me more than I thought, that is a completely different from the real world of fantasy world, that world is richer than the real world, to be marvelous. One Thousand and One Nights, Grimm's Fairy Tales, One Hundred Thousand Reasons Why, Insects ......, like a whirlpool like a vortex sucked me to the bottom of the sea of books for a long time can not come to the surface.
The book accompanied me through the happy time! Books will become my lifelong friends!
7. Write an essay on the topic of "Hometown Snacks"I have a fondness for ice-sugar gourds. A few hawthorns and a wooden stick make up a string of sweet and savory, sour and fresh ice candy gourds. This has become almost all of my memories of my hometown food.
Speaking of the characteristics of the ice-sugar gourd, its shape and color is a big advantage! From a distance, ice candy gourd is like a colorful lantern, carefully observed ice candy gourd is like a fairy in colorful clothes, flying around the sky column. With the improvement of people's living standards, the shape of the ice-sugar gourd has become more graceful, bananas, hawthorn, peach ...... wearing that crystalline sugar coating, as if trying to open the watery, charming eyes petulantly said: "Come and taste me it!" Who will not be hit by its "sugar-coated shells"? In its "iron evidence", we still "give in" it.
The last episode said that the ice-cream gourd is beautiful, this episode we "want to see a thousand miles, a higher level" - to understand, to explore the real face of it. When you pick up an Ice Cube, you will first be fascinated by the fresh flavor that is hidden in its heat, and it will attract everyone without any effort. You can't wait to eat one right now, but you can't stop chewing on it, one small bite at a time. When you gently bite into it, a fresh flavor comes to your mouth. In an instant, the fragrance flowed into my internal organs. Ah! It's so cool, I can't wait to eat all the colorful pulp in one bite! I can't stop raving about the flavor.
So, how did the ice gourd come to earth! Originally, the production method of ice candy gourd is very simple: put the small red fruit on the wooden stick prepared in advance, and then boiled sugar syrup a wrap everything is all right! I didn't expect it, but it's much simpler than the birth of a human being.
I love the hometown of the ice candy gourd, it is a love affair, it allows me to eat out of the taste of home, the taste of childhood!
I would also like to remind everyone: eat more hurt stomach. Although the ice candy gourd is loved by everyone, but eat more easily hurt the body.
8. Write an essay on the topic of "Role Models"When I was a child, my role model was my father, who I thought was all-knowing and all-knowing. In elementary school, my role model was my teacher, and I thought she was knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Now, my role model is my dearest mother.
My mother is the most ordinary person, but there is a most extraordinary person.
I often overlooked her, a great person who gave me life! Her love is always so invisible and selfless that I can never find it.
Spring, flowers bloom, when I still sleep soundly, you have risen early, for me to do breakfast; when I have been happy to go to sleep, you are still in the light of the tireless busy.
The summer solstice, the sun is hot, as usual, I memorized Li Bai that difficult to understand the "virtue of the rest of the Ming, not in the position of the high and low ..." I do not know that you behind the back of the quiet for me to serve water and fanning, how many days and nights, it is so over!
Autumn, the autumn winds soughing, you go out of your way to accompany me day and night, although you can not help me in the academic, but also do my best to make me no "worries".
Winter night, the wind howling, you knitted sweaters for me during the day, the night for me to cover the quilt. My hand in your careful care did not suffer the "God of Winter" oppression, still white, however, mother, great mother! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Flowers blossom and fall, spring and fall, "the past days like light smoke, blown away by the wind, such as mist, blown away by the wind ......" "the moon is hazy, the birds are hazy"
The past days like light smoke, blown away by the wind, like mist, blown away by the wind ......
Now, (daughter - son) has grown into adulthood, and you have long since ceased to wind still, mother ah! I'm not sure how much you've paid for me, but I'm not sure how much you've paid for me!
Mother, my role model! Add: What is a role model? Role model is a boat, let me raise the sail of hope, take me to the other side of the victory; role model is a lamp, illuminating the road of life, drive away the darkness of the uncertainty; role model is a compass, for me to guide the direction of progress, so that I am no longer confused. In our side, there are also worthy of my role model, the little girl selling soy sauce honesty and trustworthiness, it is worth learning.
On a Sunday, the drizzle covered the narrow street with a layer of cicada-like veil. I came to the market early to buy soy sauce. In front of the stall stood a thirteen or fourteen year old girl with a faded umbrella and a pair of big watery eyes under thick eyebrows. "How much is this soy sauce?" "Eight dollars and three bottles, buy two bottles to give you sixteen dollars and five." The little girl answered clearly. "I'll take a bottle!" With that, I reached out and handed over ten dollars, the little girl took the money, took a bottle in her hand, wiped the rainwater off the bottle with her clothes, and carefully put it into a plastic bag. "Here, please take it." Said, busy to find money for me. I only saw her rummage through the box for half a day before she looked up and said to me, "Sorry, I don't have any change, this is one dollar, first difference of 20 cents for you...." I took a dirty and rotten dollar bill while glaring at her in a bad mood, thinking, "Hmph! Just trying to take advantage! She spoke again, "I'm sorry, can I find it for you later?" I was a bit hesitant. She added: " Or, at noon when the stall is closed, I will send you, where do you live?" As soon as I heard that, I knew she was cheating. It's only 20 cents. Forget it! Although I think so in my heart, but on the mouth but gambling to my home address told her.
However, in a short while, I forgot about it.
As I was enjoying my lunch, I heard a knock on the door. I thought to myself. I thought to myself, "Who could it be?" My dad went to open the door! This is not the little girl who bought soy sauce in the morning?
"I'm sorry, I'm looking for 20 cents." The little girl said shyly. I walked to the door, embarrassed to say, "How did you really come? I thought ......" "This money is yours, how can I not come?" Said, put a two dimes three into my hands, and drilled into the blanket of fine rain ......
Fine rain drizzling down, at this time, my hands of two dimes seems to have been not two dimes, which two dimes contains credibility, contains the little girl honest and trustworthy a heart. After she left, I have been her role model, her honest and trustworthy quality is worth learning.
9. to "Childhood" as the theme of writing an essayI gently approached the window, gently open a window, a wisp of wind swam into my room, will I gently embrace, slowly I fell into a deep thought ......
With the growth of age, I feel more and more the heavy schooling pressed me to gasp for air. Thinking back to childhood ...... childhood is an important period of life, is a person to the years, but unknowingly, the years of childhood has been like quicksand in the old man's fingers of time quietly slipped away, and now I have long since not been that the original tie crocheted all day jumping around the little girl. Considering the problem is no longer naive and frank, see curious things no longer shouting, everything has become calm, but also gradually lost the original possession of the beautiful heart of a child. I don't know why, people grow up will lack of childishness, and even lose it? At this time I realized that my favorite is the heart of the child, I had many many favorites, and now is the first time so think.
Childhood treasures the wealth of our lives, it is like a treasure chest, and open her key is the wonderful child heart ah! I remember when I was a child, growing up under the love of mom and dad, they played hide-and-seek with me, together with riddles, then I don't mention how happy! And now? When I get home on Saturdays, all I have to do is boring homework, not to mention playing. I really want to turn back the clock and go back to those glorious years! But I know this is impossible.
For childhood memories and feelings, or Bing Xin said: "Childhood is a dream in the real, the dream of the real, is the memory of the tearful smile." Childhood is beautiful, is brilliant, is precious, but also is never to return. This is also I just stepped into the middle school life soon, the heart of the realization. The heart of a child, whenever people lose only after remembering its importance, it's vigorous. It can make your head white still naive, make you age has been high, but still healthy, so that you always keep a happy smile. Childhood, although those years have passed, but the child's heart will never die.
This, a heartfelt sentiment, my first time is this, the first time the discovery of no matter what, the heart to carry a child's heart, because I know the child's heart, is my favorite!
10. Seek to "through" as the title of the 800 essayThrough the winter "Winter is coming, spring will be far away?" --Title The advent of winter, people have changed into heavy cotton clothes, isolated from the cold frost.
The advent of winter, but also let everything into the "dead" period, leaving people is full of fatigue ...... That winter, I planted the monarch as early as two months ago on the sickly grand. As soon as winter arrived, it was all out of green, became a pile of dead branches.
I was very sad, a few months of hard work just like this into a bubble. In order to make myself a little bit more at ease, I did not immediately throw it away, and did not remove it from the pot immediately, is what kind of on what kind of, did not bother about it.
In this way, I spent that winter in regret, and every time I touched the cold flower pot, my heart surged with a burst of sadness and helplessness. When I think of it now, I can still feel the length of that winter.
The next year, after the spring, I was determined to get rid of the dead branches, to free up the pot to plant hanging orchids. So I used a small shovel to peel back the soil, ready to uproot it.
But just then, a miracle happened. I just inserted the shovel into the dry thick soil, raking two times, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the pieces of the porcelain flower pot scattered all over the ground.
But I took a closer look, wrapped in layers of soil, thick as a white beard is the last winter seems to have died of the roots of monarchs, it is not only not necrotic, but more and more lush, divided again and again pitchforks. Now, it has flourished to fill the entire pot, like a dragon claw tightly attached to the porcelain pot, no wonder a touch on the broken.
Seeing this, I hurriedly trimmed the messy roots, and replanted them in separate pots. As a result, a month later, each pot sent out the lovely little buds of monarchs.
I couldn't help but marvel at this scene. It was amazing that it could grow again and flourish after a whole winter of gestation.
I was simply overwhelmed by this mid-winter miracle. The admiration was all-consuming, from the eyes to the heart, and I could not help but marvel at its resilience.
Come to think of it, it was foolish of me to give up my chance for a new life so rashly in winter. That thick cotton coat really isolates all the euphoria and hope that a newborn brings.
But I now understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us more real taste of life, taste of life. Plants in winter can rely on the desire for spring and reborn after the "dead silence" of winter.
What about people?
What about people? In winter, they can also look forward to spring, and can get a bigger new life and hope. The magic of life calls us to have to fear, then we should take out the courage and action, like that stem and leaves withered monarch, in the spring when the earth, you will have the beauty of the Siberian butterfly, and then break out of the ice, to find a more bright and colorful you.
As long as the heart is full of hope, you can cross the winter, through the cold, you can enjoy the warmth of the spring sun! Through the "Jurassic" √ Xiang teaching online Source: Time: [2007-10-5 10:12:44] Into the forum through the "Jurassic" During the winter vacation, to go to Changzhou's Dinosaur Park, that one thing interesting, vivid in my mind, like a few sparkling Jewel, in my childhood memories flash, so far unforgettable ...... As soon as we entered the gate, we walked into a showroom called "through the Jurassic". We each bought a plastic raincoat, put on the body, sat in a boat called "Jurassic Expedition".
I fastened my seatbelt and sat behind my dad. After a while, the boat slowly started, up a slope, into a cave, the cave is dark, echoing the eerie music, really both music, really both horror and mystery.
"Squeak -" a sound, the front of the two gates slowly opened, our boat wobbly sailed in, I was so scared to hide behind my father did not dare to move. I bravely raised my head, wow! The roof of the cave was a beautiful world, colorful stalactites, hanging high and low, so interesting! Around me, the pterodactyls were flapping their wings, the brontosaurus was standing in the river and was bending its long neck to drink, and the two bell dragons were fighting,...ha! The Egg Stealer is trying to steal the Triceratops' eggs! A chirp and a roar add to the mystery of Jurassic World in this strange, untouched forest! Soon, in front of the eyes of the two erupting volcanoes, they sprayed fire, magma, the dark red, gold-colored magma intertwined together flowed, spread out, destroyed the home of the dinosaurs ...... .
The boat slowly drove into the time and space tunnel again, my surroundings, covered with black and white halo, like a roller constantly rotating, so that I feel the sky, dizzy! When I was confused, it turned dizzy when, only to hear "clatter" a loud noise, a terrible Tyrannosaurus rex opened its bloody mouth to pounce on me, I was so scared just to shout, the boat immediately flashed away from the speed of more than thirty meters in the air slid down, the wind in my ears "whirring! "My heart was in my throat. With the splash of water, we are back to the reality of this safe world, ha! The magical adventure is over.
Later, we went to see the bird show. They climbed the pole, skated and played basketball.
The most interesting show was "Parrot Bowling". The host put ten bowling bottles on the table, and put a roller track, let the parrot with the ball on the roller track, let the ball roll down to hit the bottles.
Hey, the parrot didn't listen, it tried to save time, and used its beak to knock down all the bottles one by one, causing the audience to laugh. The host just had to put the bottles away again, and said to it, "Odd, obey ah, quick!" Then look at the parrot, shaking his head, seems to understand, the ball title to the rolling road, the small ball rolled down knocked down six bottles, "good -" did not wait for everyone to finish shouting, defiant parrot and pecked down the remaining four bottles with his beak.
Ha! It's so funny! After the show, I took a picture with this parrot. He was standing on my shoulder, bobbing his head to the music, and he looked like a big star! I sat on the soft grass, looking at the sunset glow, thinking back to that scene .......