Does it have to be a narrative? It's a good idea to write something lyrical about it.
There are many words for the word "fly"
fly, fly, spread wings, fly, leap, fly, dance,
It's okay to use your imagination and write an essay.
1. If you think of flying, flying, you can describe the scenery and objects. The scene of the dance, a certain thing, thing or scene, to bring you a kind of flying motion, detailed description let you feel, and then lyrics, can deepen the theme. The front can get some inscription, ambush, enhance the writing.
2. fly, I think of, huh, a little rebellious
Learning pressure, always want to relax it, sometimes more trouble when you have to go to the release, you can describe their own perplexity in the process of learning to seek a kind of spiritual liberation. But it's not negative, it's a tonic for the mind. The focus is on the positive effect of self-release on mental stress, optimism and cheerfulness in the face of life. It is a beautiful pursuit and love of life.
The technique used is to first suppress and then raise, many articles are like this. It can be quoted from the Bible.
3. Spread your wings and take a leap.
The inspirational ones, to be honest, don't know how to write the inspirational ones until now. I've never written one of these before.
It can also be real first suppressed and then raised it, before the beginning of the difficult to write, and then in some examples, celebrity examples, and finally voted on it.
Three paragraphs, set up. But don't be rigid, or rely on the feeling.
Junior high school students write some optimistic.
Well, I've said a lot, I admire myself.
You're on your own.
I'm going to fly higher, and I'm going to be able to do it in a way that I don't want to.
Looking at the tearful star, I do not feel sorry, for thousands of years, how many people reported the dream of flying? How many heroes aspire to the stars in the sky? But by what time, to let themselves fly up? Then, let their thoughts to take off ...... Fly! Fly! Fly magnificent, fly vast! I want to fly, fly into the song of Zhenguan, witness the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty! I want to fly over the city wall to brush away Princess Wencheng's tears. I want to fly into the palace, supporting Wei Zheng's uprightness.
I want to fly to the deep palace, experience the Tang Taizong broad-minded. I want to fly to the folk, understand that the prosperity of the Zhenguan! Fly! Fly! Fly vicissitudes! Fly long! I want to fly, fly into that long Song of the beauty of the words, to appreciate the prosperity of ancient Chinese culture! I want to fly into the "Song of Water", feel the "bright moon when there is, ask the sky with wine," the heroic feelings, feel the "people have sadness and happiness, the moon has a round and sunny," the sadness of the sadness, feel the "but I hope that the people long, thousands of miles of * * * Canyuan Juan! "The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of you.
I'm going to fly to "Nian Nujiao - Red Cliff Huai Gu", to appreciate "the great river to the east, the waves are exhausted" of the magnificent scene, to appreciate "the waves beat the shore rolled up a thousand piles of snow" of the beauty of the ancient, to appreciate "the river and the mountains are like a painting, how many of the moment? How many great heroes" of the Yangtze River, "the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the front," to appreciate the "talk about laughing boom and sculls fly into smoke" of the flow of talent! Fly! Fly! Fly high! Fly with wisdom! I want to fly out of the sky of passion, fly out of the full-blooded, fly out of the real me style! Flying is magnificent! Flying is wisdom! Flying is the enjoyment of the soul! Silky, wispy, drizzle pull back my thoughts ...... fly, is no longer a dream, the human mind, the human soul, have been flying ...... I want to fly! Let's let our thoughts fly, and the mind a leap to soar.
3. to "fly" as the topic of writing a 500-word essayfly dream Butterfly in the silence of the winter, the strength of the whole body, and finally put the dream of flying into reality; Emmi flowers in the silence of five years, the outbreak of their own lifelong efforts, and finally the flowers of the fragrance of the spit out to everyone.
Firmly believe, let fly the dream, you dominate their own world. "Heaven will send a great task to a man, but also, must first suffer his mind, labor his bones, starve his body, empty his body ......" Sun Bin, after enduring the torture of digging out his knee bones, patience, perseverance, persistence, and persistence in completing a book of war that has been passed down through the ages, Sun Bin's "The Art of War" with all his heart.
Sun Bin, how many people are impressed by your learning and how many people are attracted by your wisdom. You relied on your firm beliefs in silence and released your dreams into the blue sky.
Release your dreams, don't forget your strong faith! "Heaven walks, gentleman to self-improvement." This sentence has inspired how many benevolent people, and how many people who have lost their way to regain their lives.
The blind composer Bing, you in the "a few happy and a few sad" in the wandering, felt the soul was y shocked, so a "two springs reflecting the moon" was born in your erhu. The soft music, the sincere emotion, so that everyone is touched.
When Xiaozhengzheer finished conducting, he knelt down in excitement, "This song should only be found in heaven, how many times can it be heard on earth?" Though your eyes are blind, there is a lamp of faith in your heart to guide you. Under the guidance of the lamp in your heart, you let your dream fly to the music hall, and create a new world of national music.
How can we forget that Zhuge Liang bowed in the South Mountain. Your talent makes Liu Bei three times to go to the cottage without regret, and your dashing makes the group of Confucianists a hundred mouths to defend, and you are at ease.
This is the crystallization of your diligence. "Wine is not afraid of the deep alley", "Peach and Plum do not say, under the self-fashioning", you understand that your hard work will eventually be rewarded, you are just waiting, waiting for your dream to become a reality of that day.
Three gas zhouyu, you dashing ease; seven capture Meng won, you calm and composed. Under the support of faith, you created the great cause of the heaven and earth.
Set up faith, let your dreams fly, you will be able to follow it to a beautiful place. Set up faith, let fly the dream, you will have a more brilliant tomorrow.
Let your dreams fly, let your faith blossom. When I stood at the door of my dying home, the snail told me, pick up the bag and set off, the dream is the best reason; the spider told me, if there is no dream, even the wings will become a burden; the leaf told me, never lament, with a lifetime of green, and then mature a golden dream.
I told myself, have a dream to go after. Vibrate the wings of the dream and take off.
4. Essay on the theme of "Fly"The first year of high school illustration essay "Fly" it is from an African boy of a bubble, playing since he was born at this moment, there is a happy ideal - fly to the blue sky to see the clouds.
The African boy looked at the bubble with the ideal, murmured: "Fly! Fly with my dream!" When the bubble has not yet revealed the world to understand that dark-skinned people everywhere by white-skinned people's discrimination and abuse, it has also been puzzled, but also sad, want to fight for this, but it is too weak, it knows. The boy has always had a dream - to fly, they will never be able to realize this dream entrusted to the bubble.
For this reason, the bubble is very pleased. Gradually, the bubble rose higher and higher, and gradually it could not hold on.
Bubble looked at the boy's rare smile, it wanted to cry, but how can not cry out. The bubble will be broken into pieces, but it does not want to disappear in front of the boy.
Because, when the bubble is broken, the boy's heart is also broken. Finally, the bubble made in the dying edge of a move - it has to leap over the boy's line of sight, but also need courage and persistence.
Persistence, persistence, and persistence ...... bubble sweat stained, perhaps, it is not sweat, is tears. Bubbles succeeded, and finally looked fondly at the boy.
Smiled. Laughed.
Bubble was born in a smile, but also died in a smile, it has an ordinary self, but has an extraordinary life, smiled. Had hovered on the edge of love and pain, but, it, without complaint, because it broke, but completed the boy's dream.
Let me fly! Seeing the eagle, I think of its spontaneous wings flying; see the geese, I think of its free soaring in the sky; see the kite, I think of its dynamic air ballet. I also want to fly, like them to fly unrestrained! This youth in the prime of life, is the sweat of the poem, is the anointing of the words, is the impassioned music.
Each such students first out of their hearts sacred ideal, to it to leap. I want to fly, like an eagle wings, fly over the obstacles of life, looking for the dawn of victory.
In the life of the road, not only flat and broad avenue of stars, not all the shelter of the shelter harbor, we need to leap over the difficulties of the sheep's intestine, the need to leap over the crisis of the infinite wilderness. I want to fly, like an eagle spreading its wings, flying over the dry desert, looking for a moist oasis.
In the arid desert, there is no dense green forests, no sweet and delicious spring water, only a few drought-resistant snakes, scorpions, insects and ants and the double peaks of the "Desert Boat" - camel. I want to fly, fly out of this barren, fly to the vibrant red flowers and green flowers, fly to the spring mountain streams.
I want to fly, fly across the vast ocean, looking for newborn islands. In this endless waters, in this rich around the source of all things, once, is the amusement park of aquatic life, there are white waves, colorful coral, azure sea water, different shapes and colors of sea fish.
Today, it is a graveyard for burying the dead, nourishing bacteria, floating in smelly oil, colorful garbage loaded with "clothesline". Everything has been destroyed, and the stagnant, lifeless water is blown by the sea breeze in blackened waves.
I want to fly, fly out of the smoke-filled battlefield, looking for Shangri-La-like paradise. I don't want a grassy field full of corpses, I don't want a water stream full of blood, I don't want an air full of tears, I don't want a home where peaks and fires rise.
I just want, there is a harmonious society, no war, no right and wrong. I want to fly, fly over the layers of ignorance, looking for the precious civilization.
In the mountain passes of the poor countryside, how many big eyes longing for knowledge, and in the prosperous and advanced city, how many male children who are averse to learning. I want to fly, fly into a piece of knowledge of the sky, armed with knowledge of their own minds, with wisdom to fill their souls, to prose talk about sacred ideals, with poetry theory of the rise and fall of the country.
Even the most difficult to understand the language, can also be my hand, talk about, chanting the past and present. I want to fly, fly out of the trap, looking for the plain.
I want to fly, fly out of this endless clamor, looking for tranquility. I want to fly, fly out of the snobbery, looking for warmth.
...... Let me fly, I want to fly out of a piece of their own world, with hard work to create the foundation, with sweat tamping brick and mortar, with wisdom to paint the walls, with the brains of the management of life. I want to fly, fly a pair of strong wings.
Fly through the mountains and distant waters, fly through the difficult setbacks. I'm not going to be able to do that.
Fly to my persistent dream.
I want to fly I want to fly, fly to the blue sky, with the eagle as a friend, with the white clouds as a companion, free to roam.
I want to fly into the blue water of the sea, play with the fish, kiss with the water, swim under the sea. I want to fly, fly into the lush forest, listen to the birds in the mountains, enjoy the air without restriction.
Everything in the sky is free, the eagle fights the sky, there is no secular obstacles; white clouds moving with the wind, there is no high-rise enclosure. Whenever I look at the sky, the carefree eagle beckons to me, saying, "Come on, how free."
And I left with my head down, because I don't have strong wings, but there is a heavy yoke of buried study. Whenever the winds and the sun were blowing, the white clouds beckoned to me, saying, "Come on, brother, it feels so good up there."
And I left crying, because I do not have strong wings, but there is an invisible high wall. How I would like to experience the feeling of being on top of the world and having a view of all the mountains, and having a beautiful view of the world.
How I would like to experience the feeling of "wanting to compete with the sky". Give me a pair of strong wings, I broke through the shackles of students buried in study, breaking through the invisible high wall, to experience the outside world, without any restriction, the feeling of freedom is really good.
Everything in the sea is free, fish and shrimp you catch up with me, how free and easy, no learning constraints. I, on the other hand, am like a sail on the sea, sometimes shocking waves, sometimes calm.
If I am not careful, I will fall into the abyss. Sometimes the waves rise and fall, and I will thus fail to reach the shore of success.
Looking at the rocks on the shore, from time to time are kissing it with the sea, hitting the waves. How I would like to explore the mysteries of the water, savor the feeling of the water.
Give me a pair of strong, I will drill into the water, with the fish as a companion, with the shrimp as a friend, together in the sea to swim freely, how comfortable ah. Everything in the mountains is free.
The trees in the mountains are not like the trees at home, there are high walls in the way. The birds in the mountains are not like the birds in the cage, there is the shackle of the iron cage, and the houses in the mountains are not like the houses in the city, there is the tie of the world.
In the mountains, I can be under the trees, playing with the birds.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, and I think it was a very good one. Walking on the road,
Earlier, I was able to hear the sound of sparse, but then floating in the mind of the haze swallowed the melody,
The dome of the fall, blue and deep, beyond the limits of the wings can fly, so the birds with its chirping to extend its view. The clear sound of the bird's song carries a penetrating force that measures the depth of the longing for the distance. And every flight is a bath of sunshine, a baptism of wind and rain, a drift and trembling of the soul.
This fall, the autumn rain will be depressed, the ghost of the people in front of the window. When the gloom recedes, the moonlight will still climb up the window pane. The swaying breeze guards the peace and quiet of the night. The warmth of the night will make the murmur of sleep to extend the rain in autumn, not the spring rain, but the "tall buildings eye to dusk, sycamore leaves on the Xiao only rain," the dry and sharp; it is not the summer rain is aggressive, aggressive, but the "sunset sun and the unruly fly together, the autumn water **** long sky a color! "The harmony of the natural. It is not as cold as the winter rain, but slightly "rain color in the autumn to cold, wind strict clear river cool" of the fresh and valiant.
An autumn rain a cool, eliminate the summer, cool the heart! The night after the rain, refreshingly pleasant, there is no bright moon in the head, no starlight, there is just a deep stream of quiet water as quiet and tranquil mood. It is the night, I sit alone between the flowers, breathless, and flowers on the language, listening to the flowers and flowers fall! In the hustle and bustle of the world, the search for the heart of the calm and quiet!
Away is a state of mind, so that a kind of calm, in the eyes of every corner touched by dense roots, pain, is the finger rubbing the death, pain too long to achieve numbness, this season of the fall, and then do not want to knock down those shallow pain in the text, even if the pain to the bone marrow, the pain of speechless. In this way, you can hide some of the pain in the dark night, and August to look at, quiet as a lotus, every second of the passing, I do not know if you can still read every one of my lips?
Flowers bleak autumn grass yellow, Geng Geng fine rain autumn night long, weaving flower hand lightly depicted, falling rain will become a wound, copy a few sadness, continue to write a few fondness. All the theme, only for your tears and write, but no longer for you to stay. Look at each other in the circle of ripples, let it with the wind, thumping heart no longer to touch, for fear of a mortal heart, fell into the gentle gaze, lost in the rain and smoke, hurt the purity, I wish that a good, in the spring flowers and autumn and moon in the deep hidden. Just, this night's rain ah, pattering down non-stop, wet the paper full of poetry, zero fall full of thoughts, touching the pain of whose soft heart? Whose heart has faded? Who will still hold up the oil paper umbrella in the rain? Looking back all night smoke thousands of miles, but one after another, falling red as washing. The love is easy to grow old, the green luan how to? Who will send the poem? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The sea of people, who is, the silhouette hidden in the smoke and rain. Let this fragrant rain wet clothes, gently long-sleeved spinning, just like a butterfly dancing between flowers. Ting Ting curls, a touch of elegant charm between the eyes, straight to teach people to enjoy the eyes. Read through the years of the world's women, although the former youthful charm is no longer glowing, but do not lose the calm, elegant and serene flavor. In this rainy season, dancing in their own fresh and unusual scenery.
Years and years, you are dancing in the world of Ping Shui met, or in remembrance of the life of life rain Xin ......
Marginal, perhaps the wind and rain brushing the red flower residual red, when you see it has long been invoked to catalyze the zero; perhaps like the midnight bloom of the short-lived flowers, too late to appreciate, and soon withered; perhaps And like this flurry of diffuse rain, want to clutch in the heart, but, how to grasp can not be grasped.
Who used the piccolo to blow the city full of wind and fluff, quietly waiting, I shallow sorrow, for you to draw a pair of geese flying south. The erhu playing singing, Wan Ting's melody popping you flew through the cold pool, withered flowers dance, residual branches, residual autumn rhyme, residual autumn dream. I can't see the smile, only full of yellow, I search all over the mountains and fields, only to find a hand of yellow. Sour heart, love Chu Chu, see a leaf withered yellow, every strand of grain are so hurt, a world of flamboyance, play all the sadness and happiness, leaf green and yellow, to be the fall passed away, cold winter to come, the end of the miserable Chuchu a place withered yellow.
Late autumn and rain, confused, careful counting, a little cool. The wind blowing the bamboo fence, slow, rustling, soughing. Full of broken walls and tiles, grass hidden, katydids chirping, fireflies, late at night alone Ming, small window light white into whose dream. Is the edge, is love, is love, is debt? Who planted a beautiful dream deep in the muddy soil to open a decaying love disaster? Wind, night and rain, only the decadent yellow branches and leaves still refused to leave, it bitter bloom to the ultimate charm is just ink in the path of the pulse? If the road meets this lotus pond in autumn color is just an eye swept over a flavor, why in the end of the pen has not yet approached this desolate, and in the pain of this life met the heart of the quality of the woman as a lotus?
No need to write, no need to love, the go, the stay, all the rain, turned into tears
Leaves fall days end of the autumn, the wind and rain do not rest. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I'm not sure what I'm looking for, and I'm not sure what I'm looking for.
The sky, gloomy, cool wind. The rain, without reason, is a burst of.
The raindrops in the sheepishness of autumn are less than the arrogance of summer, and the drizzle in the sky is as sad as the line of tears.
Autumn rain, whose tears are flying?
6. to "fly" as the theme of the essayFly to the dream Riding on the ideal boat with your blessing of the sail bravely forward Encountering big winds and big waves, always adhere to the will not stop in the vast sea to accumulate strength to nurture the struggle Year after year, day after day, there is only one goal, there is only one belief Grasping tightly to the dream, with full confidence sailing to the other side of the success of the belief; tomorrow is better, the world will be better, and the future is better. I believe that tomorrow will be a better day.
Who is the one who brushes away the dust by the shimmering light at the edge of a long-dormant scroll? Who is in the darkness of the confusion of the journey, with the light to sweep away the retreat? Who is it that stirs up the waves of light in the quiet brain?
It is the starlight of dreams that guides us out of indifference and lethargy, and leads us from the earthly to the heavenly.
Dreams are the wings of a butterfly, with which there is a dance. The heart of the dream, even if the line is like dust, there will be a stunning rise. No stunning beauty, no distinguished family, she - Jane Eyre, so humble and small but won the enviable love and the world's favorite. Even if they are low to the dust but still with their own dreams, strength and backbone to resist the power, won the precious love, she engaged in a meager income of teachers, and the money-oriented society is not compatible, but this humble flower bloomed, but stunning a century. If she loses her dream and loses herself, she will become nothing more than a commoner.
The dream is a guiding light, with which you can reach the other side of the success. Sometimes the waves of life will make us lose our way, the heart of the dream, in order to unswervingly arrive at the other side. Roger Rawls was a naughty boy when he was a child, until one day the old schoolmaster said, "I see the shadow of the governor in you." Roger has since bound himself by the governor's words and deeds, said goodbye to the troublemaker he was, and eventually, became the first black governor of New York State. It is Roger set up a dream, the pursuit of the direction, only now "Wall Street Street" title. Sima Qian in the lowest valley of life firm dream, it is calm state of mind and the relentless pursuit of its by a prostrate on the ground of the temple ministers stand for a history of Chinese historians to write for the residence, with the dream of this pilot light, there is a guarantee of success.
The dream is the nourishment of the soul, with which there is a full and rich life. A person with a dream will be relentless in the pursuit of non-stop footsteps to realize the value of life. Li Chunyan smiles openly in the face of poverty, supports her hope with her dreams, and bears the health of ten miles of people's countryside on her weak shoulders, becoming the moon that lights up the Miao countryside. Xu Benyu keeps the dream in his heart and teaches in the mountainous areas, letting that tranquil state of mind burst into splendor in the children. Lin Xiuzhen, in order to hold on to her dream, supported widows and orphans on a voluntary basis amidst the lamentations and complaints of others, providing the world with a new commentary on how to face life. They are all ordinary people who have become extraordinary because of their persistence in their dreams. Because of their dreams, the streams converge into the sea; because of their dreams, they look forward to the green leaves of spring; because of their dreams, human beings contribute to the height of the mountains. Let us stand on the horizon, construct a dream, we will be the sea, the green leaves, the one standing on the mountain top will be us! Fly to the other side of the dream. ！！！！！！！！
7. Essay on the theme of flyingThe song of flying flow is the song of the water, silence is the song of the mountain, dance is the song of the butterfly, hovering is the song of the eagle.
Flying thoughts of all kinds of chaos on earth, messy imagination cleansing the world rue. I understand that it is a long line of runners, singing the song of flying.
The sunset closed the heavy door, leaving only a trace of the inseparable red afterglow to remind the world that the next day the sunrise will still rise. Without the return of the sunset, where is the magnificent shock of the sunrise? Just as there is no running line, where is the white mark in the blue sky when flying? The whole century, we are in a hurry to shuttle, unremitting struggle, in order to take off the moment of the magnificent and elegant.
Without the sweat of hard study, without the night and night before the exams, without the spring, when the flowers are in full bloom, without distractions, will not have to fall into the clouds of the feathered immortality, and will not have to arrive at the end of the happy smile. Therefore, we understand: in order to fly, you must go through a long help line of sharpening.
I heard the lyrics: "Love is like an airplane, it's difficult to take off, and once you fly, it's like falling into the clouds, and you can't change to another flight until the end." This is true for love, and also for life.
It is difficult to take off, but once you do, it is like falling into a wonderful cloud, and the path of your life is determined by this, where the helper line points to, where is the destination of your life, and you can't take another flight until you reach the end of the line. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
If you use the ease and slack paved your running line, then flying for you is just an inaccessible dream, a little touch, will become full of debris, in the same broken sunshine, flashing with the cold light. If you use sweat and hardship to build your running line, then flying for you is riding the sky when the sound of laughter, is to cross the Milky Way when the footprints left behind, is a kind of real possession, real success ...... The cold moonlight swaying those life, disoriented mottled running line.
I stood there and watched the plane rise into the sky, glide - take off - fly, there is no glide there will be no fly, there is no fly there will be no passengers, there is no passenger plane there will be no future broad blue sky. In the back of every successful person, need to have a solid, flat, long help line.
They use this help line, head high, free self, a fly, soaring in the sky. And those who fail, because they can not make their own take-off line, can only be in the envy of the sigh again and again, even if they have the ambition of the sky, can only be in the glide again and again in the fall.
Flying can not be separated from the long line of runners, to build a line of runners for themselves to fly! It will enable you to soar in the blue sky, a bird's eye view of the boundless green field flowers. Flying - the choice of my mind in the vast grassland, a shepherd led his two sons in sheep.
Soon after, a flock of geese flew across the sky. The son suddenly asked his father, "Dad, if the geese can fly, can we fly too?" The father said, "Don't you know if you try?" The brothers waved their arms and did not fly.
The shepherd went on to say, "Right now you, including me, can't fly, but if you choose to fly, and you choose to work hard, maybe you'll fly after all." This is the Wright Brothers who later invented the airplane, they chose to fly and work hard for it, so they eventually flew although they relied on the airplane.
chose to fly, do not fear the danger of falling from the sky; chose to mature, do not have to worry about maturity after aging; chose to brilliant, do not take into account the splendor of the cold; as the poet in general, chose to have no trace of attachment. Einstein was very playful when he was small.
Once he carried a bucket and his buddies to go fishing, his father stopped him. And he taught him, "If you continue to be so playful and fail your homework, you're finished."
Einstein replied, "Isn't that what happened to Jesse and Bobby? If they can play, can't I?" The father said, "You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you use other people as mirrors. You should let yourself fly first, son!" Hearing his father's words, Einstein was silent and contemplative.
In the hall of knowledge, he chose to work hard, chose to fly first. Eventually, he flew to an admirable height, which is the height of the world's shocking "theory of relativity"! Climbers save lives, we can't all save lives.
The Wright brothers invented the airplane; we can't all invent airplanes. Einstein discovered the theory of relativity, we can't discover the theory of relativity.
However, we can still choose to fly, which is the choice of our hearts. The circle is a closed figure, and the rays are all infinite from one point onwards.
We can't keep ourselves in a closed circle, fixing the radius of our lives, just as we can't sink into mediocrity. We should choose to extend ourselves like a ray, we should choose to fly and extend our life.
This is me, a knowledge-seeking teenager's mind to choose ...... my heart to fly snail said: "eagle wings can climb to the top of the pyramid tower, and my heart to fly, but also can climb to the top of the pyramid tower to wander." ? The brook said: "Raindrops can squeeze through the white clouds to land, but my heart to fly, but also have to fly up to the top of the clouds to look down on the mountains and rivers of grace."
? Green leaf said: "Safflower dazzling outstanding, unique, everyone praise, and my heart fly, will also be willing to be a ladder of silent cultivation, won the praise sound." Perhaps, the eagle's robustness, the lightness of the rain drops, the beauty of the safflower are all in the sentiments you have thought of, which is beyond doubt.
However, snails, brooks and green leaves, although tiny, but also can achieve some great unexpected, and who can deny the truth of it? Throughout history, how many surprises have occurred within reason? Xiang Yu and Liu Bang can be called the lords of the generation. Xiang Yu is upright and self-abiding, Liu Bang is cunning and witty. Hongmen Banquet, Xiang Zhuang for Xiang Yu dance sword stabbing Pei Gong, could have helped Xiang Wang to achieve a generation of greatness, however, Xiang Wang is stubbornly upright Jie Ming Zhi Hu returned to the mountain, so that later Xiang Wang defeated Wujiang River.
The stabbing of Pei Gong at the Hongmen Banquet is already reasonable, but it is surprising that Xiang Wang was willing to protect his future rival. However, it is not uncommon for people to be surprised by unexpected things in history.
? John once heard that a small island in Africa is rich in gold, many people go to pan for gold. This was.
8. Write an essay on the topic "Flying" Material: A mother eagle putsLearning to Fly
in her eaglet's nest. I opened my eyes, this book I opened my eyes for the first time in my life, even if the eyes are still a little blurry, but I have seen the blue sky, white clouds, and endless green grasslands, I also saw my father, he has a brown feathers, and a pair of huge wings, sharp eyes have been looking into the distance, my mother came over and stroked my feathers that had not yet grown completely, and told me that: "You are an eagle." My mother was overjoyed at my arrival, while my father continued to look into the distance. I snuggled into my mother's arms, and her soft feathers rubbed against my body, making me so comfortable that I soon fell asleep. I am an only child, so it is very happy, all day long do not worry about food, do not worry about clothing, gradually, I became a petulant young lady, thinking that I will be dependent on my mother all my life, the sky is falling also have parents to support the. However, the time of happiness is always very short. One day, my father took me to the edge of a cliff, and I was so scared that I didn't know what he was going to do. My father told me, "You've grown up, you have to learn to fly, your parents can't take care of you for the rest of your life, remember, an eagle that can't fly is not an eagle!" I looked down towards the bottom of the cliff, "It's so high ." I said, and my father said, "You have to jump from here to learn to fly!" My legs were weak and I begged my father, "Forget it!" My father ignored me and mercilessly pushed me into the cliff, I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. At that moment, I heard my father shouting to me, "Keep your balance and flap your wings hard." I did as he said and felt my body rising, I was blue, my father was smiling at me, "What? I can fly!" I was so excited that I flapped my wings and tried to fly forward, I crossed the grassland, flew over the mountain peaks, and the white clouds were all under my feet. I said goodbye to my parents and began my life's journey, I learned to survive. There are difficulties everywhere in this world, and I overcame them and learned to fly, flying above the blue sky .