In the weekday study, work and life, many people have written essays, right, through the essay can be those scattered thoughts of ours, gathered together in one piece. What kind of composition have you seen? The following is my collection of mindfulness second year essays, I hope it will help you.
Mindfulness Second Year Essay 1I was orphaned from birth. Do I not have parents? No! It was the remnants of feudalism in their hearts that cut off this relationship, and I was graciously sent to a strange and warm family.
It was a poor but happy family. Although the family is not rich, but the family loves each other, and live together in harmony and happiness. There is a kind mother, a hard-working and capable father, and two dear brothers. They gave me a love that was higher than mountains and deeper than the sea. It soothed my wounded young heart and nursed me to a healthy and difficult growth.
Although I have never enjoyed the love of my biological parents, I am no worse than other children. Although I did not shed blood with them, I received a love that was more sacred and valuable than that of my biological parents.
My mom is an angel, always guarding me and watching me grow up little by little. I care about me in every way, so that I can feel the warmth of my mother's love all the time. I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same situation before. My mom stayed with me day and night, took care of me, woke up early to wait for me, and quietly covered me up in the middle of the night. In front of her when I was still alive and healthy, my mom smiled happily. Looking back, I saw my mom's bloodshot glasses and a few white hairs, my nose is sour...
Dad, in my eyes, he is the best and most loving father in the world. I y remember in my mind that time, dad promised me to make fried rice noodles at night. After school, I stayed at home, looking forward to my father's "triumphant return". It was getting dark, but my father was still missing. At this time, the elderly grandmother ran over in a panic and said: "Your father in order to come home to cook for you accident ......" A father in order to meet the requirements of the daughter, regardless of their own safety. Eyes lost, I really want to say to my father: Dear Dad, I love you!
How many sunrises, how many sunsets, how many full of stars. When I took the lollipop from my brother's hand, and saw my brother endure the pain to beat me up, my heart would be filled with happiness and pride, so I took my beloved book and buried my head in hard reading, wanting to repay my relatives.
The heart of the second year essay 2
Everyone has a "secret base" in their heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Yesterday, I went downstairs with a pen and a diary in my heart. Because we made a bold plan today: to walk to the "Farmer's Manor".
Wang and Sun (both good friends) and I walked down the street, looking curiously at the houses.
"My God! This house is made of mud, the door still looks like an ancient door, and the windows are all bricked up, my god! It's amazing. If this earthquake comes, it hasn't shaken yet, it's all collapsed!" I looked at this "marvelous" house with curiosity and couldn't help but sigh.
As we walked, we chatted about Sun's life at the Longhua School; about Wang's life at the School: here's a little bit about my school life; and after 30 minutes of walking, we finally came across a marble erection that said "Farmer's Manor", with a keyhead pointing in the direction below.
We looked in the direction of the keyhead and couldn't see the end, but we weren't going to give up, come on! Let's get started.
"Look, we're all over the mine!" King yelled.
"Why aren't we there yet!" Sun said.
"Let's go up and see!" I said, pointing to a two-meter high hill.
"There's the intention!"
"Look, that can't be what's called a farmhouse!" King said. We looked in the direction of her finger. It was a beautiful pavilion, but it seemed far away.
We looked at our goal and had the confidence to fight. After fifteen minutes, we reached the gate of the so-called Farmer's Manor, like the ancient gates, but it was closed.
"Let's go to the side slit!" With that I went up and got a big dog that flew towards us. Let's run for our lives first! Our first thought was the three of us started running and ran 100 meters before we dared to stop.
"Wang, don't tell me you haven't been here before!" Sun asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"I feel dizzy. This is the first time the three of us have been here. We walked for an hour and ate a closed door. What is this?" LOL! Tired and hungry, we walked for another hour and a half and went back.
Looking at each other's mess, "Hahaha!" We forgot about being tired and laughed.
We did a lot of silly things that were priceless to us.
Deep in the heart of the second year essay 3In the depths of a person's heart, there will always be hidden something: secrets, memories, worries, joy, hurt, pride, happiness ......
Remembered in March 18, that is a day that I will never forget, but also for me is a special thing, a particularly important old son. That day, is my 12-year-old birthday, early in the morning I got up early, eat, freshen up, rush to make preparations, a short while, my aunt came, she took out the make-up box, skillfully for me to put on a make-up, I put on a new dress, happy in the family jumped and jumped. Waiting for more than 10 o'clock, I came to the hotel, listening to my aunt said, there are a few students have come, who could it be? I went into a few students saw me, "wow", Yan Ruyi told me: "They are saying that you and the usual change it! "I heard, very happy to chat with them. If it were anyone else's birthday, I would have sat in the corner and watched quietly, but today I can't, I'm the main character, it's impossible to stay in the corner alone. From that moment on, I realized how excited I was. A few more students came, I became the little host, warmly entertained them, brought them dried fruits, put drinks ...... Another student came, she said something was wrong, put down the gift and left first. I found the host, she asked me about my recent situation, that is, how is my study recently? Is it good to study, and the program in the banquet. I and a classmate chorused "Time Lord language", and Xiao Bei and Da Bei sang "talent" for us, as for the skit, due to a classmate did not come, can only regret "abortion".
The party began, I went on stage to speak and with mom and dad, grandparents and grandma and grandpa blew out the candles and cut the cake. My grandfather's speech with the evaluation, it is "shocked by the world," my father's speech is a "strange ballet". They got off the stage, the host did not say what to do next, the students all at once crowded up, but soon lined up, began to give gifts, they scrambled, especially He Wenkui, has been scrambling to squeeze in the front, afraid of their own slow down a little bit, and even take pictures have to squeeze in front.
In the afternoon, we went to the Jingwei Park to organize activities, but they went to open the water drift, and even the square tiles on the ground, gouge a piece of a piece of a piece of a piece of a piece of a piece of a stone to hit the water drift.
Even though it was a stressful day, I couldn't get enough, so happy!
Heartfelt Second Year Essay 4Whenever I see weak starlight in the deep blue sky, I think of you - children who twinkle like stars.
He, a shining new star of Chengdong Primary School in Taizhou City, Jiangsu Province, when he was in the second grade, the Wenchuan earthquake made him anxious like ants on the hot pot - round and round, and could not wait to grow up, he sent a piece of his own heart to some of his peers in Wenchuan sent a lot of love and help.
He made a good friend in an elementary school in Wenchuan, the two brothers more and more deep feelings, Wenchuan classmates sent him a wax duck, he resolutely divided the duck into 60 pieces, to give every student in the class to taste, he said that he wanted to let every student taste the flavor of love. Like many students, he has his own hobbies, and his favorite is modeling. He bought a computer for his classmates in Sichuan through the prize money he got from many competitions. After that Mid-Autumn Festival, he came from Wenchuan, with love and dreams, to meet the person who has been giving him hope and help - Yu Zicheng.
This song is so beautiful, from the deepest part of his heart, with love to write beauty, with the heart to tell the love, this is the "little dream maker" Yu Zicheng's story, if you call him a dream maker, then it seems to be able to fly the dream only "dream chasing boy"! Zhang Linzhi, who took off with wings.
He seems to have always had the ambition to take a sister from Sichuan, who is sponsored by his family, on an airplane he made himself, to spread his wings in the sky and the earth, and to travel by the white clouds. In order to let the Sichuan sister can be more comfortable in his home life, he dressed up his room as a princess room, let her live, in order to let his grandmother have something to do at home, he was a pupil at school during the day, after returning home as a small teacher, and then teach grandma homework, in order to complete the model works parachute, he pondered over, late at night under the lamp, he tested again and again, he is the perseverance of such a thing, once recognized things, and will never The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night.
These star-like things, I can not help but think y, they always have some moving, so that our hearts fluttered, have wondered why they would have such a tenacious spirit, a big heart to accommodate those setbacks in life? It turns out that they all have a beautiful heart.
Youth is a blooming flower, with its colorful petals paved the way to life, youth is a wonderful music, with its jumping notes play the melody of life, and those stars like a shining teenage song of the heart, worthy of us to sing forever.
Deep in the heart of the junior essay 5The love of my parents will always bloom in my heart, and silently open in the deepest part of my heart.
Living with my parents since I was a child, I got used to their meticulous care and turned a blind eye to their care. Even the smallest thing can make me furious, disregarding their feelings. Especially after learning that they had looked at my cell phone without permission, they were disgusted and wary of them.
The lazy habits of entering primary and secondary school made me uncomfortable with my new academic life, resulting in a backlog of homework at night and often having to work late into the night. That night, sitting at the table, looking out the window, the lights in other people's homes went out one by one, and my heart was getting irritated. My parents came in and sat on my bed. "Hey, look at me when you're doing your homework!" Angry, I couldn't bear to think about it. Before I knew it, the hour hand had passed ten o'clock and I finally finished my homework. I jumped up and suddenly I couldn't help but stand there. My mom was sitting there with a magazine in her hand, but her eyes were already sleepy. My father was lying in bed with his eyes half open, but he was snoring everywhere. Looking at them, my eyes were so wet, and the past came flooding back in an instant.
When I was young, I was very playful, often lying on the coffee table in the living room, watching TV while doing homework, and my grades dropped sharply. Parent-teacher conferences opened, I waited at home with fear and trepidation, while my mom was extremely embarrassed, hard to participate. When my mom came back, I anxiously greeted her, but her mom was gentle as usual: "Your teacher has great expectations for you and is very strict with you. Don't let him down!" Guilt, I changed the habit of playfulness, become steady and serious, always ranked in the top of the grade.
Mother's tenderness often makes me repent in remorse, while father's love is silent and deep. My father coveted the home and often came home when I was asleep. His big hands were cracked and rough because of his work.
The past is raging and I am in tears because I am unsatisfied, because I am arrogant, because I am indifferent, because I am ungrateful.
In a flash, the flower of love blossomed in my heart, and I knew that this brightly colored flower would never fail to emit an enchanting fragrance, which would perfume my formative years and my whole life!
Heart of the heart second year essay 6Do you hear it? That is the sound of the heart spring.
Wind and rain - in the depths of the heart. Sometimes the wind and rain is always so sheep twitter mercurial, a wind to a rain, feel gentle and peaceful, but sometimes it pours rain, feel sad. I, at this time, and deep attention to the picture frame of the photo, although the photo has a kind and amiable smile, but I can not feel that breath.
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain.
"Xiaoying, no matter where your grandmother is, you have to learn to be strong." These words swirled in my mind again, so that I could not help but pick up the picture frame, throwing down the sad face. At this point, eyes stayed on my grandmother, and my hand caressed up her face. I, or meditate, or smile. All it takes is a gust of wind to take me to heaven to meet my grandmother. At this time, I get the sadness of "Tearful eyes fall on flowers and flowers do not say anything, the red flies over a thousand autumns." The sadness.
The wind, whistling blowing, suddenly a word "wind, trouble you bigger it! Blow me to a distant paradise, I want to talk to my grandmother alone."
The storm in the heart, listen, what is it? It's the sound of the heart!
"Grandmother, you love to see flowers, they always enchant you. You love to see the peonies of national colors, the summer lotus of jade and ice, the autumn chrysanthemums of wind and frost, and the winter plums that bloom alone in the cold, yes! You love flowers." I murmured as I held the photo album.
The wind and rain quietly slowed down, just a heart, you can feel the softness of the wind and rain. Pushing the cloudy road, the hidden haze of earth, crossing the waves, I saw you, you smiled and waved to me, signaling for me to run over. I understand, I'm running, I hope to be able to run to you as fast as possible, but you are so far away from my sight, you do not go, OK, do not go ......
Deep in the heart of the rain and wind reconciled, perhaps "there are flowers can be folded straight to be folded, do not wait for no flowers empty folding branch. " The reason for this!
Everyone has a "secret base" in their heart. No one knows that there are too many beautiful memories in that base.
Yesterday, I went downstairs with a pen and a diary in my heart. Because we made a bold plan today: to walk to the "Farmer's Manor".
Wang and Sun (both good friends) and I walked down the street, looking curiously at the houses.
"My God! This house is made of mud, the door still looks like an ancient door, and the windows are all bricked up, my god! It's amazing. If this earthquake comes, it hasn't shaken yet, it's all collapsed!" I looked at this "marvelous" house with curiosity and couldn't help but sigh.
As we walked, we chatted about Sun's life at the Longhua School; about Wang's life at the School: here's a little bit about my school life; and after 30 minutes of walking, we finally came across a marble erection that said "Farmer's Manor", with a keyhead pointing in the direction below.
We looked in the direction of the keyhead and couldn't see the end, but we weren't going to give up, come on! Let's get started.
"Look, we're all over the mine!" King yelled.
"Why aren't we there yet!" Sun said.
"Let's go up and see!" I said, pointing to a two-meter high hill.
"There's the intention!"
"Look, that can't be what's called a farmhouse!" King said. We looked in the direction of her finger. It was a beautiful pavilion, but it seemed far away.
We looked at our goal and had the confidence to fight. After fifteen minutes, we reached the gate of the so-called Farmer's Manor, like the ancient gates, but it was closed.
"Let's go to the side slit!" With that I went up and got a big dog that flew towards us. Let's run for our lives first! Our first thought was the three of us started running and ran 100 meters before we dared to stop.
"Wang, don't tell me you haven't been here before!" Sun asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"I feel dizzy. This is the first time the three of us have been here. We walked for an hour and ate a closed door. What is this?" LOL! Tired and hungry, we walked for another hour and a half and went back.
Looking at each other's mess, "Hahaha!" We forgot about being tired and laughed.
We did a lot of silly things that were priceless to us.
Heartfelt Second Year Essay 8Though time passes, there are some things that have always been treasured in my memory.
She was ordinary and great. She used to give me the motivation to go up and the inspiration to live. She was my childhood dance teacher.
I was not with this teacher every day, but she gave me confidence in life.
Dance lessons were not for me and most teachers didn't like me much. One teacher impressed me differently. She was very gentle. She played with me affectionately every day.
The deepest impression is that the dog family did a pre-class exercise, chose a classmate to shout, limiting the time of each session. At that time I was very timid, very shy, really did not dare to choose me. But the teacher chose me to shout, the first time I was very embarrassed, I pulled me to one side, gently enlightened me, "try it's okay, you can certainly shout ......". At that time I was not dancing well, but the teacher seemed to like me more. The second time, I thought shouting slogans would be better, but in the face of the empty hall, so many people's eyes or shouting. When I saw my teacher's smiling and encouraging eyes, I was extremely conflicted inside. "What to do? Alas! Or shout with my scalp!" I thought silently in my heart. "1234, 2234" haha! Finally, I overcame my timidity and shouted louder and louder.
She made me confident. After such an exercise, I actually enjoyed dancing. Then I felt that my dancing talent was not good and I didn't make much progress in practicing. As if she could see my inner `thoughts', she said to me, "You are not so good in this area, but you have strengths. Aren`t you good at learning?" Don`t give up when you encounter difficulties, try your best no matter what, I believe in you. "Hearing the teacher's encouraging words, I felt as if there was a warm current in my heart and was grateful. This little thing not only motivated me in this small way, but also inspired me in my studies. I became cheerful and confident. She was the one who showed my potential.
I never thought she would leave us so soon. Six months later, she went to work somewhere else and I never saw her again. I haven't asked for help in five or six years. Whenever I was in trouble during these five or six years, my ears would remember her words and my eyes would see her kind smile. Now I am a very confident girl.
How are you, my unforgettable dance teacher? I don't know if you still remember my naive and shy - little girl. Your intentional or unintentional encouragement will change my life, just like the lilacs blowing through the window left her fragrance in the hearts of passers-by.
Heartfelt Second Year Essay 9Everything goes well when you are in a good mood. Always tell yourself, I can do it. Be contented!
Do you like music? Does music bring you joy? Choosing the right concert will bring you a good mood, and a smile can change our mood.
All our losses can be compensated, all our pains can be consoled. But once youth disappears like a dream, it takes away the beauty of our hearts and never comes back, doesn't it?
I don't want to know what you do, I just want to know why you're in so much pain, do you dare to pursue your dreams. I don't want to know what kind of "star" will occupy your heart, I just want to know whether you are sad; face a difficult life, you will become more open-minded, or will be afraid of suffering more pain and become cautious, from now on to close the heart! I don't want to know if your story is true or not. I just want to know if you will be true to yourself and not care about what others think, if you will dare to take the blame for betrayal and not want to go against your conscience, if you are honest and reliable and trustworthy. I don't want to know who you are or how to become who you are now. I just want to know if you will stand in the fire with me and never back down.
Imagine, my friends. You, unprecedented! There will never be a person exactly like you, in the past or in the future. In the vastness of the world, you are unique!
How many times have we missed out on happiness just because their packaging wasn't what we thought it would be? Remember, what you have now is exactly what you want so badly. Sometimes we don't realize that we were or are in happiness simply because it came in a different package than we dreamed. So, happiness is a journey, not a destination!
Humans are in a constant quest for immortality. So we ask ourselves . Will our actions be known for ages? Will strangers hear our name long after we have disappeared...will they know who we really are?
Heart and Soul Sophomore Essay 10Lilies bloom and roses make new noises. However, the flower in my heart did not bloom for long.
He was my friend from childhood and my best friend. Our footsteps had flowed along the river, and our laughter had surrounded the fields.
Spring is always so beautiful. I often flew kites with her in the square in my hometown. Hers was a goldfish, and mine was the not-so-good-looking eagle. One day she looked at the kites playing in the air and said, "Let's make two identical kites so we can watch two kites fight." So that spring, we had a new job - making kites.
However, before our first kite was finished. He was going to the city with his parents. We couldn't stop crying at the time, and I looked at the lilies in bloom at my second brother's house. I secretly picked a lily that hadn't bloomed yet and gave it to her with my own hands. That night, I watched her go until I could no longer catch her. On the way home, I cried.
Then I went to middle school and learned to make kites. I gave my kite to my classmates. My classmates gladly accepted my gift. So every spring, there were always a lot of greedy kites over the square. Those were the same kites she used to make me make.
One day, my aunt who came back from the city said she was sick and hospitalized. I was shocked and had the idea of going to see her. But what to do without money? Give all your friends and classmates a helping hand. I came to the city apprehensively. I found her - my best friend - with the help of the police.
I cried tears of joy as I watched her sleep in her hospital bed. She woke up as I watched, and then she hugged me and cried like the day she left. We talked a lot about the past that day. When I had to leave, she smiled at me and said, "I want flowers, but not lilies, but roses." I smiled at her cute smiling face.
When I arrived at the hospital with another bouquet of roses in my hand, she was gone for good. Auntie said she left with a smile on her face. That night, I cried.
Today, a few years later, roses and lilies are competing to open again. But the flowers in my heart will never bloom again.