1 Childhood, is a charming painting, outlined my many interesting stories; childhood, is a melodious piccolo, played my pure and beautiful fantasies; childhood, is a bunch of gorgeous jasmine, childhood laughter like jasmine exudes an intoxicating aroma, the white petals seem to be a piece of memory.
2 The heart is born, the road is born, growing up is a spring chrysalis into a butterfly story.
3 My childhood was very happy, and the stories that happened then are still fresh in my mind. One of the things I always think of my heart especially happy. Because it brought me infinite fun.
4 But when two people meet, what follows is either a story or an accident.
5 Watching other people's stories and shedding my own tears.
6 The arch bridge in my hometown is a story in the eyes of adults and a diving platform in the eyes of children.
7 Thanks to the grandfather's story of the smell of smoke and oil, teach us to be good, crutches on the hand pulling us hobbling; thanks to the grandmother's network of pampered, spoiled, teach us to cherish, he stood full of veins on the back of the hand to teach us to know how to tolerate tough and strong.
8 Rainy days are always the days when the story begins and ends, always leaving the story with damp symbols.
9 The truth is not as beautiful as a lie, and the truth is not as vivid as a story.
10 Knowing the beginning of the story but not guessing the end of the story, this is life!
11 not to do first told that the plan, do say after the story called, the plan is better than the story called failure, the story is better than the plan called success. In the words, there are straight meaning, anti-meaning, hidden meaning, wrong meaning, unintentional.
12 When I look back on all the troubles, I remember the story of an old man who said on his deathbed that there were too many troubles in his life, and most of the things he worried about never happened. Churchill
13 Mindset can really change a person. We often hear stories of cancer patients who were sentenced to death by their doctors because of a good state of mind, and those who were not very sick because of the worry of the heart without disease and premature death abound.
14 Time flies, the time of childhood is fading away, the bow willow tree by the river left me as if it was a long time ago, in the bag of the years loaded with a story that has lasted forever.
15 In summer, the sun shines fiercely. The shade of the acacia tree left a large green shade to the campus. Under the tree can be lively! Some students play games together, some students sit on the ground to read books, some students listen to the teacher to tell the story ...... There are also seriously do their homework.
16 Youth, intoxicated in a very rich and thick fragrance of books. I don't know if you have this feeling: whenever you open a history book, it's like savoring a cup of strong coffee. A vivid historical figures to lead you to grow; a classic historical story to let you y feel the unique charm of ancient China; a wise ancient philosophy to enrich your literary literacy ...... history books of the unique atmosphere exudes the rich national culture of China.
17 Meteorites across the sky, I missed the wish; waves on the rocks, I missed the blessing; the story told once, I missed the listening; life is only once, I am glad I did not miss you this friend! I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
18 affection can make people selfless dedication to all; affection can make people warm; the world thousands of touching story in the search for affection, which, in a recent true story of affection in the story cut make me unforgettable.
19 Twinkle twinkle little stars in the sky are all "naughty", a moment to chase and play, a moment blindfolded hide-and-seek. The moon sister also told the little stars the story of Chang'e to the moon, and they are listening to the ears, blinking a pair of smart little eyes, how serious ah!
20 summer, the campus pond lotus bloomed pink face, especially attract small animals and people. Tadpoles in the lotus sister next to tell stories it! Little frogs also come over to join in the fun: croak, croak, croak singing a beautiful song. The summer is very beautiful!
21 Dense grass erect, to meet the rare guests from the sky, in the soil soaked in joyful stories, they stretch their legs, bend over, interpretation of the deep love with Mother Earth, and the June rains sentimental.
22 childhood things such as shells on the beach, in the light of the setting sun emitted a beautiful light. I walked on the beach, picked up a shell, and savored the story inside.
23 summer, as long as the tinkling of the bell, we will be three to five groups to the big trees to cool, some quietly on the side of the fascinating story of the book, some there to play a thrilling three kill, and some in the bushes to find the trace of crickets ...... a breeze blew, the trees followed the dance, we suddenly felt a slight coolness ......
24 education is the future, generation led us to grow. The next generation will be the next generation to be born. Education is dedication, with sweat to irrigate. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do that.
25 A path, the twists and turns will always stir up the heart of the yearning; a wave of huge waves, the tide can be superimposed on the thrilling sound; a story, regret the sadness of the liver and bowel section of the bleak; a life, down and out in the square shocking heroism.
26 Summer is a wonderful season, children from outside play home, hot and sweaty, eat an ice cream or ice watermelon, really cool! Night quietly came, quietly lying on the grass, counting stars, watching the moon, listening to his mother to tell the story of Chang'e to the moon, how beautiful!
27 West Lake water peaks and majestic, although not as magnificent as the sea, not Guilin water beautiful, the mountains around the West Lake, although not as majestic as Mount Tai, not Mount Fragrance leaves like fire, and not Mount Huangshan jagged, dangerous peaks, but the cultural heritage is higher than they are, both the mountains and the water are hidden a wonderful story. I was y attracted by the West Lake, making me forget.
28 More and more meteors appeared in the deep blue night sky, the night and I am not alone, as if each meteor is to the silence of the night and the lonely me to tell their own stories, each one for the starry sky and I left a moment of light and beautiful memories, that night I do not know how many good wishes and blessings, until I slept under the light of meteors only to stop the heart of the meteors and I stopped, only to stop my heart of the meteors. It is surrounded by many green bamboo clusters, as if many children around the hammer tree grandfather to tell stories it!
30 deep courtyard moon people quiet, Mid-Autumn Moon full people reunion, veiled moon, created how many never tire of listening to the mythological stories; elegant moon, the achievement of how many heart-wrenching Tang poetry and Song dynasty lyrics; sentimental moon, to meet the number of young girls love bad romantic atmosphere, I wish I was like a star, such as the king of the moon, the night and night out of the phase of the bright.
31 My childhood is unrestrained, childhood stories as beautiful as the stars in the sky, and as colorful as the feathers of birds.
32 After reading the story of Su Dongpo, I know what it means to be hurt for no reason. Su Dongpo has no ambition, but it is to be framed, his brother is right: my brother's fault in the famous, wrong in the high-profile. This is really a very helpless fault.
33 The chrysanthemum's phantom like life, bearing the story of how many people, floating and sinking, engraved with the vicissitudes of history, and I can not wave away the memory of the lapis lazuli, I hold a vegetarian umbrella, walking through the rainy season belonging to my own, I picked a young leaf in the rainforest, leaving the memory of my life journey.
34 And look there, a cluster of chrysanthemums piled together, listening to the autumn wind teacher for them to tell the story it! Look at them all raised their heads, chest, sitting upright, probably want to get the praise of the teacher of the autumn wind!
35 A gust of wind blew over, and the petunias swayed with the wind, like wind chimes ringing. Butterflies danced over and told me about last night's dream; dragonflies flew over and told me about the early morning story. After a while, I remembered that I was not a petunia, I was enjoying the petunia!
36 Youth is like a cup of tea, bitter with a hint of sweetness; youth is like a book, there are endless stories and philosophies; youth is like a song, singing the joys and sorrows. Let us sing, sing the mystery of youth and precious, let us embark on a journey of youth, experience the beauty of youth and fly!
37 Only understand themselves, the ability to inquire about others, only true understanding of the self of the British will make the correct deduction of the matter, or can only be made again and again the wrong choice, I think the story of the goat will be inspired by us.
38 Cement reinforcing steel instead of crushing the spine of the mother earth, but to make her more solid and heavy, carrying six billion people's lives, precipitated thousands of years of history and culture, witnessed tens of thousands of heroic stories.
39 When that an unexpected snowflake, such as the beautiful chapter, layer after layer, came to the time, my heart only a dust storage of joy, as if reunited, gently knocked on the door of the years, once the story of the water, it will be burned out of the case of the candlelight, point in my hand that the yellowed scrolls.
40 The mountains in front of me are rough and cold, people feel a kind of righteousness, and strive for the rustic beauty, like a heavy painting, such as a profound poem, if a fresh story.
41 The moon has, is gentle, is the love, is romantic, is persistent, throughout the ages, I do not know how many conquered the unruly and untrained love of men and women, interpretation of how many poignant and beautiful story.
42 Clear river water, slowly, gurgling to the distance all day long, my thoughts are also taken away. I love this quiet river, love its clear water, how many times I quietly independent, full of ears only QiongQiong micro sound, to tell me a never-ending story.
43 The forest, no more laughter, the leaves in silence waiting for the warmth of the sun, because the story of here it has all seen very clear, and now want to sleep in the sunshine, even if tomorrow's wildfire to burn, it will also be lazy to say: "life is like this, they add to their own sustenance.". .
44 Ocean Creek ends halfway up a mountain called Basho Mountain. River from the fairy hole gurgling out of the cave, the mouth of the clouds, a ten-meter-high stalactite standing in the mouth of the cave, shaped like a fairy, the local people rumor that the fairy came down to protect the story of the Book of War and the sword, to the fairy hole covered with a layer of mysterious veil.
45 A wonderful story in the June crystal dew rolling hidden, a moving plot in the frogs and cicadas full of wings.
46 To continuously improve their ability to benefit themselves and others. The ability to do practical things will not be after all empty talk about what benefit. The end of the story is always full of return, is the gold list.
47 A person's life is always to write a lot of stories that do not know the end. Some stories can be successfully completed, while some stories may always be a handicap. The perfect ending is the witness of our fight against the wind and rain, but also our permanent expectation, but life is not as good as we imagined, since there is young, there is bound to be aging.
48 My parents taught me how to do things and how to behave. They told me about the 25,000-mile Long March, they told me about Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai, they told me the story of Lei Feng, Dong Cunrui blowing up the dark fortress ...... They told me that I should be careful and prudent in doing things, that I should be sincere to people, that I should not lie, that I should learn to be tolerant, that I should learn to respect the old and love the young, and that I should know how to repay the kindnesses I received and how I should know that I should not be paid without any merits or rewards. ......
49 At the end of the school day, the teacher was very happy to tell the students the story of the man who tried to leave the earth by pulling his hair. Then she mimicked, the action is particularly funny, so that the students laughed out loud, a few girls are laughing out of tears, and even forget the end of the school day.
50 The sky is hung with countless stars, in that twinkling. Two of these stars have a beautiful romantic myth, that is, the star of the cowherd and the weaving maiden. The ancients expressed their feelings about the society at that time through the myths Stories. The sky created fairy tales.
51 The spring breeze, all the winter of attachment to blow away; the spring breeze, all things from sleep gently woke up; the spring breeze, all the world to start a new effort; the spring breeze, those who are in a trance of ignorance to understand the truth; the spring breeze, the mother's story one by one, let me taste.
52 The story that has been repeated must be a good story. I'm sure it's a good story if it's been repeated. Fuller
53 Autumn is like a mother's hand, touching our face; autumn is like a story, telling the harvest; autumn is like a doll just waking up, full of spirit!
54 Fish swing their hands and play with their companions. They kiss the surface of the water, the eyes full of curiosity as if they want to see the world on land. They were cooling off under the lotus leaves; listening to the dragonflies tell stories; dancing with their partners...
55 Youth is so beautiful! Luminous, full of color and dreams, youth is the first chapter of a book, a never-ending story. Longfellow
56 Junior high school life is like an ocean, junior high school life in the small story is a magnificent wave; junior high school life is like a lonely boat, more friends on the road to the company will not be alone; junior high school life is like a bottle of five flavors, filled with sweet and sour.
57 The yard rosebuds bloomed, in the wind blowing, one by one rosebuds as if to people narrating the story of happiness.
58 Elementary school is the cradle, is a beautiful memory of childhood. After a long and short six years of elementary school, looking back, I found that elementary school in my heart is a book, a book full of colorful and interesting stories.
59 Songs, how magical, it does not need to narrate the story to us to listen to, just listen to the melody of the song, know the author or the song to express the feelings.
60 A bright lake, the water surface reflects the colorful light of the sun, just like the precious mirror in the mythological story.
61 Forget what should be forgotten, remember what should be remembered, be good at forgetting, be good at treasuring. In this world, no one can repeat who, no one story can really repeat yesterday's story, each warm or cool picture, are unique. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've been doing, and then you'll be able to get rid of it.
62 Childhood is a song, it accompanies me to grow up; childhood is a sea, it is endless; childhood is a boat, it is full of stories; childhood is a kite, it takes the dream far away!
63 Our childhood has endless stories, those stories are like the stars in the sky, can not be counted. But that one thing that made me unforgettable is the most interesting story of childhood life.
64 "Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints a string; childhood stories a stack of stacks." Does this song remind you of your childhood? In those colorful years, there were many things that happened, as bright as the stars.
65 Don't always take your status as a commoner to tell me the story of the 2B society! You are a powerful Baidu how to search for you can not? You can't hold back your urine, can you?
66 Friends like whispering, hand and foot between the good guidance, parent-child type of advice ...... cozy story, the student teacher is the outstanding protagonist, teacher-student love is the main theme of eternity.
67 Some people say that the meteor shower is a dream; some people say that the meteor shower is a mysterious fairy tale story; some people say that the meteor shower is a game; others say that the meteor shower is just a short life. But I think meteor shower is a mysterious realm! It is so mysterious that it can make me forget what I am doing.
68 The landscape is clear and misty, the hometown is poetic and good, and I believe that the sky where pigeons fly is full of smiles. The South China Sea is a great place, and the story is full of stories about the long way to go. Summer breeze, the girl sings and laughs, the wind swept through your hair, swallows murmuring, yellow warblers crowing, time in the footsteps of the record of the infinite beauty.
69 Everyone's love story is a bible, recording the generation and future of the world.
70 Childhood is a star in the sky, a blink, blinking out a mysterious story; childhood is the conch on the seashore, a pass, a burst of melodious song; childhood is an oar, a shake, shake out a moving fairy tale.
71 Lin especially like Korean dramas, every time for the story of the hero and heroine of the emotions of a moment to laugh back and forth, a moment to cry a lot.
72 Autumn is a poem that whispers a series of touching stories. Autumn is a great artist who paints a picture that cannot be exchanged for money.
73 Her footsteps are so light, her green veil so tantalizing. The season of the day lies in the morning, and the season of the year lies in spring. Spring is so important in our hearts, and in the story of life, spring, she is so dear to us.
74 There is always an unusual story behind successful people.
75 From my mother, I get happiness and the joy of storytelling.
76 You have to constantly improve your abilities in order to benefit yourself and others. It is not enough to be able to do something real so that you don't have to talk about it. The end of the story is always full of return, that is, the gold list.
77 The summer sun shines on the dense green leaves of the poplar tree, holding up a golden umbrella over our heads, and the leaves are as beautiful as a fairy tale. We played under the leaves and enjoyed a carefree life. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not going to be able to do it.
78 May is romantic, romantic May can always create a colorful and colorful, always gesture out of the elegant and fresh sentiment. Although it is not the warmth of the lingering sentimental, but still able to transcend the thumping passion, people because of the legend of the May story and the flavor of light and quiet.
79 Mr. Sun Yat-sen, military life, his first ten revolutions failed, but he was indomitable, and finally in the eleventh revolution, overthrew the Qing dynasty, the establishment of the Republic of China. These stories, the plot is different, but the meaning is the same, it tells nothing, do something to have perseverance.
80 Brilliant stories are rarely completely true. Johnson
81 When the children's eyes are shining with joy, the songs are filled with joy, the dances are filled with joy, and the stories are filled with joy, this is the greatest joy in my life.
82 My brother drove a tractor in our village farm team. He was tall! The body is very stout, black and red face has a block of scars, whenever I lift my head to see these scars, my mind came to a tractor driver described to me the moving story ......
83 I followed a ray of sunshine tender green thoughts, looking for May in the season of the fragrance. The purple-pink sycamore flowers delicately blowing open the May trumpet, the May passion for romantic heavy rendering; moist white acacia flowers to May story in a string of high hanging in the tender green branches, with the elegant tone of the May modification of the lapel of the plain.
84 As I look back over all my troubles, I recall the story of an old man who said on his deathbed that there were too many worries in his life, but most of the things he worried about never happened. Churchill
85 Life is like an ocean, life is a small story is a wave of waves; life is like a lonely boat, more friends on the road to not be lonely; life is like a bottle of five flavors, filled with sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; life is like a kite, soaring freely in the blue sky.
86 No one has the patience to listen to you finish their own story, because everyone has their own words to say.
87 The moon borrows the light of the sun to common earth, and the earth borrows Chang'e's story to worship the moon.
88 September, the memory began to fall with the floating leaves dotted with some people's stories, in those blue some excessive sky.
89 Uneven high and low grass embedded in a puddle of bright lake, the water reflects the sun's colorful rays, like the mythological story of the precious mirror.
90 Affection, is the story of Mulan for his father; affection, is the story of Mencius mother's three moves; affection, is the melody of Bing two springs reflecting the moon.
91 The math teacher said, "Happiness is the breakthrough of the topic." The art teacher said, "Happiness is the rainbow of seven colors." The calligraphy teacher said, "Happiness is the faint smell of ink." The child says in unison, "Joy is the laughter on the swing, joy is the story in the nursery rhyme ."
92 Memories.
92 Memories are accumulated little by little, just like a script, everyone is the main character in the story, but the difference is that the life of each protagonist is very different.
93 Please don't judge me, you only know my name but not my story. You only hear what I have done, but do not know what I have experienced.
94 Cherry blossoms bloomed, so I want to stay in March, stay in March cherry blossoms bloomed beautiful season, stay that a flower bloomed real and a beautiful story, I know that spring and autumn, flowers bloomed and fell, passed away will no longer be eternal, but life must go on.
95 Listening to other people's stories can grow your own experience.
96 In the distant meadow, a brown old horse was grazing leisurely, beside a brownish-red pony quietly snuggled in the side of his mother, seemingly listening to his mother to tell the distant story. Suddenly, the little one began to run wildly, the oily mane flashing golden light, like brown lightning across the grassland.
97 The story of childhood is colorful, the story of childhood is wonderful, in the colorful childhood, many anecdotes are like colorful stones, bits and pieces of the color of childhood, let us endless reminiscence, unlimited reverie.
98 Just straight eyes, and everyone to tell her own day and night to forget the story.
99 Look! The pink chrysanthemums stand tall, bean sprouts like petals tightly clustered together, from a distance, both like a small pom-pom, but also like a large family sitting together to discuss something. Then look there, a cluster of chrysanthemums piled together, listening to the autumn wind teacher for them to tell the story!
100 bright sunshine on the sand, like a cloak of gold pavement. On the beach there are a lot of endless pick up a variety of shells, some like a five-pointed star, shining; some like a small conch, read the story of the sea; some like a small fan, fan to the sea breeze.
101 This model airplane, you can control, a press can fly freely in the air, it is my fun companion, but also the only can listen to my soul story partner. When I was in trouble with my friends, it accompanied me through the lonely days. I held it in my arms and told it all the pain in my heart.
102 The sound of students reading aloud came from the quiet campus, attracting the birds, which stopped on the window sill and quietly listened to us read aloud. After class, the students play in the playground, some play blue ball, some tell stories, some lying on the grass in the sun, enjoy the campus of this beautiful spring.
103 My sweetheart is a beautiful woman, and one day she will ride a fire-breathing dinosaur to marry me. But, as the story ends, I only saw her ride, but not its owner.
104 The law shows the story of the nation as it has developed over the centuries, and it cannot be regarded as mere laws and projections in a math textbook. Oliver? Wendell? Holmes
105 Our school is located in Gaolan County, Gaolan County, a new school on the right side of the ring road, the reason why there is this school is really a bit of a story, the municipal government was going to build a new campus in the place of a recreation plaza, and then because of the poor facilities of our old school, so the school was converted to a school, and we will never forget the day of the relocation of the new school.
106 One of the best ways to motivate someone to take action is to tell them a true story.
107 Dad was thin, medium-sized, with large, not-so-large eyes, a small, flat haircut, and a high nose that gave him a more spiritual appearance. The well-defined lips are full of beard like steel needle. Dad's knowledge can be a lot, often tell me a lot of magical and interesting scientific stories, come up with many ways to exercise me.
108 Years inadvertently crossed from the side, in every hurry behind the figure, the father's caring eyes more and more far away, the mother's familiar words gradually faded into oblivion, in your physical and mental fatigue, stop and read a book of warmth story, you will have touched the heartbeat.
109 A successful sales pitch is not an accidental story, it is the result of learning, planning, and the application of the sales representative's knowledge and skills.
110 Childhood, is a fascinating painting, outlined how many of my moving and interesting stories; childhood, is a melodious piccolo, played how many of my pure and beautiful fantasies; childhood, is a bouquet of gorgeous jasmine, childhood laughter like jasmine exudes the intoxicating aroma, the white petals seem to be a piece of memory.
111 The sunlight just danced, full of the world, everything is warm, everything is slowly changing, a lot of stories in the staging, there are many in the curtain.
112 The sky is getting darker and darker, and the deep blue sky is studded with densely packed little stars. The stars were like a group of lovely children, blinking their eyes around Grandma Moon, as if listening to her stories.
113 At night, the sound of the piano came from the prairie, so beautiful music, as if telling a moving story of the prairie. Singing happy life, people into a beautiful dream, the grassland also entered a beautiful dream.
114 My classmate Fang Wei has a head of dark hair, two light eyebrows, a pair of eyes shining. She is quiet and lovely, and has been my classmate since kindergarten, becoming my close playmate. There are many interesting stories between us, let me tell you one.
115 West Lake, is a poem, a natural picture, a beautiful and touching story, is the world's literati favorite. Can be compared with the "light makeup and thick smear is always appropriate," the woman Xishi, I'm afraid that the world is the only one in this lake.
116 never thought that they would be the thing in other people's stories. But certainly want to, who is their own story in the person. So, the text has a flavor, so, the text has a **** Ming. I just wish, you and I all the way to bow, not that this life is full, to be grateful, but between sadness and happiness, the eyebrows on the frost, a thousand rivers across, each on display.
117 Summer is still a wonderful season, the children come home from playing outside, hot and sweaty, eat an ice-cream or ice watermelon, really cool! Night quietly came, quietly lying on the grass, counting stars to see the moon, listening to his mother to tell the story of Chang'e to the moon, how beautiful!
118 Youth is a river. When it's calm, the water is tinkling, telling the story of youth; when it's turbulent, it's surging, radiating a brilliant light!
119 The good things will always be worth remembering, memories are a kind of enjoyment, is a tool that can make oneself smile again, rural time, rural story is never ending ... it is all the time continue its story ......
120 Look at there, a cluster of chrysanthemums piled up together. A cluster of chrysanthemums piled up together, listening to the autumn wind teacher to tell them a story! Look at them, they all raised their heads and chests, sitting upright, probably want to be praised by the teacher of the autumn wind!