Life has left a lot of good memories, they are like the beach glittering shells, from time to time, let you pick it up, chewing and savoring.
The night, the silence is terrible, not even a trace of wind. A few sparse stars in the sky blinking eyes, the fire of a few homes in the distance has gone out, but I am still sitting on the couch for a long time can not sleep.
Zhou Hua Jian's "Friends" is playing on the radio, which reminds me of the day I left my alma mater: It was raining, and I wandered around the campus alone with my umbrella. The first time I saw this, it was a very beautiful place to be, with a lot of flowers and green trees.
Once upon a time, this place was full of laughter, everywhere is the sound of books. But soon, I will leave this beautiful campus, embarked on the road to study in a different place.
The flagpole on campus, straight up, how many Monday mornings, we held a flag-raising ceremony here. That playground, left when we opened the school sports ***.
The teaching building is already in front of us, so kind and familiar, reminding me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Kangqiao, "gently I left, just as I gently come.
." In the blink of an eye, the past has dissipated. Only left the teacher's kind face and friends a childish face.
Unforgettable! Unforgettable, why will come so soon. I doubt it: it is the sunshine in our unconscious every day quietly come and silently go; is the beautiful dandelion flower gently fly up and back to the leisurely fall.
Alma mater is my glass shell. I want to stay in it forever, and I know that this is a pipe dream, impossible.
In the end, I still came out of my own glass shell to gaze at the sunlight into the future. That one.
Wandering alone in the campus, I held the umbrella! Unforgettable. But. A blink of an eye.
A few sparse stars in the sky blinking eyes, leaving us to open the school sports day *** , towering straight up, everywhere is the sound of a catchy book, just as I gently come. Once upon a time.
That playground.
That playground. , impossible. I doubt it, it was full of laughter, not even a breath of wind.
And so it was, "Gently I walked . The flagpole on campus.
Zhou Hua Jian's "Friends" was playing on the radio. Only left the teacher's kind face and friends a childish face, it is impossible to come back, we are here to hold a flag-raising ceremony.
Unforgettable ah. Now I often revel in the past.
Eventually, the past has disappeared, that has been the past, which reminds me of the days when I left my alma mater; is a beautiful dandelion flower gently fly up and back to fall leisurely life left many beautiful memories. The school is a glass shell of me. Alma mater is my glass shell.
Night. The school building is already in front of us, why would it come so quickly, green trees, but I know .
I want to stay in it forever, chewing and savoring. How beautiful it is here - the flowers, soon.
That day I realized that the sky and the soil together, this is imaginary, from time to time, let you pick it up: rain pattered down, I still out of their own glass shells to the sunlight to gaze into the future, reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Kangqiao: it is the sunshine in our unintentional each and every day quietly come and silently go, they are like the beach glittering shells, the distant a few families' fire has been extinguished. The fire in a few houses in the distance has gone out.
2. to time as the subject of the use of Xing's technique to write a 300-word essay urgent1. time has changed me
People often say that time can wash away everything. I, however, think that time can change everything, is not it? With the passing of time, the forest ancient apes into human beings; with the passing of time, thatched huts into mansions; with the passing of time, horse-drawn carriages into automobiles; with the passing of time.
However, time has changed me, time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye I have said goodbye to my childhood, and with it the change is that I have more responsibilities, more pressure, and more complex ideas. Once upon a time, carefree, now always worried about academic performance; once upon a time innocent, now want to understand what is early love; once upon a time easy and free, now always worry about home chores; once upon a time jumping, now always thinking about mom said to be a lady.
People often say, time waits for no one. Indeed, when I look back on the past, childhood is forever a memory. These memories like a movie in my mind one by one to show. It feels like it happened yesterday, but it will never become today.
Time has changed me, although I have lost a lot, but also gained a lot. I diffuse understanding, know the purpose of reading, learned to be a man of reason (character, cultivation), understand the human world. As the saying goes, it is better to sigh for the past than to cherish the present. Now, I have a broad youth stage for me to play, I want to show belong to my style.
Time to change, I also change, which only means that I will have to change a bigger stage, show a more perfect self, do not be frustrated, I believe that people are with the time of constant transition, as long as the corner to give yourself a smile. Then, the higher stage I can also climb.
Time has changed me, the ancients also said: people will change, the moon will be round. Do not see three days to scrape the bottom of the barrel. This is all the result of time fading. I think this is also a natural law. I would like to accept the challenge of time, let time continue to cast my beautiful life!
2. Time has changed me
When I was a child, often around my father to carry my back, I like to stay in my father's broad back feeling, and often make my father out of breath, I also proudly dance on his back.
When I was a child, I often ran to my uncle and pampered, and whenever this happened, my uncle always used his long and sharp beard to stab me in the face, making me itchy and laughing. At this point, he will throw me into the air, and then catch me.
When I was a child, I often played hide-and-seek with my classmates and threw the handkerchief game, cheeky and lively ......
The memories of childhood are so beautiful, so nostalgic, so innocent.
Now, I always like to hold a thick book sitting on the school green lawn reading, often intoxicated by the book that wonderful plot, wonderful language ...... and forget to return.
Now, I always like to walk alone in the fresh air after the rain in the field, while walking, while thinking about life, but everything is still so vague and vague.
Now, I always like to stand alone on the balcony, looking at the sky over a piece of free clouds and the eagle flying freely in the air, longing for their own free and wonderful life.
Ten years of time, a blink of an eye, I, by an innocent and lively yellow hair little girl into a quiet, mature, pavilion big girl.
When I was a child, now! Childish me, mature me; I love to cry, strong me; I don't understand things, thinking about life. Oh, I understand, all of this is time has changed me, time has made me.
Time is still flowing like the river, and I, in this hurry to pass the time slowly grow up, slowly mature.
Thanks to time! The time accompanied the teenager to the age of seventeen in this hazy season, the teenager
not in the childishness of a butterfly, but enthusiastic about the so-called future, another story about the pursuit. We are growing up and looking forward to a better
future. Gradually, we learned to struggle, all day long with the word "future" to constrain their own behavior. There is always such a shot in the memory: when the long blurred eyes
light, through the glass of the window, want to use the eyes to feel the charm of the arc of the playground side of the real charm, running leaping energy, the desire for all this, all by a certain consciousness
collected, and quickly retracted the eyes, lowered their heads, picked up the pen, do not let their own regrets. Because we understand
"Heaven rewards the diligent", God always favors the hard-working young man, willing to insert a pair of wings for him to fly to the top of the mountain there. So we do not dare to do the night under the starry sky that waiting for the shooting star
of the silly children, although that is very beautiful. Asked a few friends; "Do you like to fight?" "Of course, the struggle for beauty," recognized the struggle for beauty, struggle is the embodiment of a person's willpower, struggle to give meaning to youth
meaning. The memory will be added to the beautiful. However, we always blur the concept of struggle as a verb, and always treat it as a noun. How else can we be "beautiful"?
Have you ever thought about the gesture of struggle? Thick glasses heavy pressure on the bridge of the nose, all the look of the two lenses to make the sky turned upside down, confused look through the blackboard, bent back
into the pain I can not carry, my friend ah, have not seen your struggle of beauty ah! Once I saw you walking in the sunset
sunshine, I saw is still numb back, cold and humble, this numb figure, coincidentally reflected in the warm orange color of the school building. The leaves of the poplar tree, yellow and then
dance, rendering this piece of sadness. I became confused, the sunset is still, how do I survive ...... I grew up by the sea, love all the unyielding feelings
sentiments. I like to see the seagulls spreading their wings and skimming over the end of the sky, and I like to see the waves rushing to the end of the shore. ...... I know my own character, I know my own pursuits, and I am determined to be the young man who struggles in the sea breeze. I'm used to seeing the beautiful gestures of the struggle, I realize that the verb "struggle" can also mean something very beautiful. Just because we choose the horizon doesn't mean we don't love the twilight: just because we dream of flying doesn't mean we don't love the solidity of the earth. In this age, we have the flowering season, let all the sadness in the fragrance of flowers
pass, graceful and elegant: let all the disappointment from the sweat of the exhaustion of the dashing drench. The first thing you need to do is to lock your knitted brows in his eyes, her heart, and my voice. Struggle more than the true posture of youth to follow, I
understand my future. I hope that in the future, when the rain blooms, the young man in the memory is still smiling.
If I were a firefly,
I would silently emit light in the dark night,
to guide the lost children home at night.
If I were the rain,
I would split myself into five pieces,
and I would fall in the desert to create an oasis for those who are trapped there.
If I were a cloud,
I would give my body to shield people from the summer sun.
If I were a tree,
I would stand motionless,
and contribute to a smile on a summer's day.
If I were a ray of hope,
I would use my small light to help everyone who has lost their way.
If I were a tour guide,
I would introduce the best parts of my country to people from all over the world,
and I would let them know that China is strong through my own efforts!
I will introduce the most beautiful places in China to people from all over the world.
I will let them know that China is strong through my own efforts.
The complexity of the idea is that it is a meaningful way to make a statement. If the use of puns, symbols and other techniques to write, more chic. Such as Wang Wei, "Acacia", "red beans in the South", the first sentence to "red beans" rise, a metaphor for the latter Acacia love, the language is pure and very rich image. "How many branches are sprouting in the spring", sends a question, is interesting, reads times times feel friendly. "I wish you would pick more", still say here but mean here, in fact, is to imply that friends cherish friendship, the language is sincere and moving. "This thing is the most lovesick", this line not only cuts the name of "lovesickness", but also matches the feelings of lovesickness, a wonderful use of puns, and the word "most" makes it even more implicit and profound. The whole poem chooses to symbolize the red beans to send love, shallow language, deep love, deep meaning.
Regardless of the method, the purpose must be clear: the object is a means; the rise, that is, to express the main idea of the article is the purpose. However, it should be noted that the rise of the scene, things and lead to things, feelings between the same or similar or specific relationship, so that the reader's imagination and thinking along the clues to move forward, so as to reach the theme of the meaning. Otherwise, it will not be able to lead to the matter and feelings. Of course, whether the use of improvisation techniques, according to the needs of the line, to pay attention to the natural and appropriate, not deliberately far-fetched use.
6. Use the technique of picaresque to write a sentence about the beginning of the essay 'Friendship'What is friendship? I have often questioned it.
It is a bridge of emotions that connects you and me, making us close friends. What is it? It is a part of my life.
On a hot summer day, friendship is like a refreshing cup of cold iced tea that moisturizes your *** thirsty throat.
In the autumn wind, friendship is like the leaves falling with the wind, constituting a beautiful landscape in the autumn season.
In the winter months, friendship is a plum blossom that blossoms in the snow, warming your heart and mine.
Friendship is a deep attachment in the heart, friendship is connected to a friend of the heart strings, lingering, long origin, writing a long and intriguing high song.
Separation, bringing endless thoughts, but it is the sublimation of friendship. The deep attachment, day-to-day thoughts into a sentence of sincere blessings to the far away, brought to the far away you.
In the depths of the heart, mutual blessings, friendship warms our hearts all the time. The truth is precious, the price of friendship is higher. With this friendship moisturizing our years, then our winter will no longer be cold ......
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7. Please write the beginning of the essay on the topic of "Gratitude" in a picaresque mannerGratitude to parents
From the time we only cried in our swaddling clothes to the time when we mumbled our first words and called out to our parents to the time when we stumbled and stumbled with our little feet for the first time, the first time we carried our backpacks to school, the first time we carried our backpacks to school, the first time we carried our backpacks to school. The first time to carry a backpack to school, the first time to get back to the test results, the first time to leave parents ...... Maybe you never noticed in this countless times the first time, in this long road of growth in the parents paid how much blood poured how much love. Your every smile, every success, and even every failure, every mistake parents will keep in mind, accompanied by you, give you silent support ......
Where do we come from? Hearing this question, everyone will certainly say that it is the parents who bring us to the world. Yes, one day thirteen years ago, our parents greeted us with tears and happy smiles. From the moment we came into the world, our parents had one more heavy job - taking care of us. Although this is a heavy burden, but from the baby's "wow" fall to nursing us to adulthood, parents spent how much blood and sweat, weaving how many days and nights, parents but no complaints.
When I was young, I always took my parents' love for me as a natural right, because I didn't understand and didn't know how hard my parents worked. Now, I have grown up, I know that with a grateful heart to sympathize with parents, should take up, care, filial piety parents responsibility.
But how many people put their parents first? Some people are always constantly complaining about their parents this is not good, that is not right, the parents of the behavior and practice of picking and choosing, blame, and even directly with the parents of the backlash! Some people do not know the health of their parents, do not remember their parents' birthdays, some even their parents' work units in which they do not know, think about it, parents for us to pay so much effort and blood ah!
When we encounter difficulties, we can devote everything to help us, is the parents.
When we are aggrieved, we can patiently listen to us cry, is the parents.
When we make a mistake, the person who can forgive us without hesitation is our parents.
When we are successful, we will celebrate and share our joy with our parents.
And now we are far away from the field of study, still hold us or parents.
Life is not as perfect as imagined, the hard work of parents is something we can not appreciate, although we can not share the hard life with their parents, entrepreneurial hardship, but we can let their parents worry less about their own life. When our parents are sick, should we take up the responsibility to take care of them? You know, even a word of concern, even a bowl of their own soaked instant noodles, will comfort the parents had for us a hundred anxiety of the heart.
The life of a grateful heart is beautiful, life is like a white paper, with a grateful heart, this paper will appear pink. If you are grateful all your life, the bottom color of the paper will be pink, and you will have a good life.
If today is the last day of my life, the first thing we have to do is to repay the parents who raised me! "The grace of a drop of water, when the spring to return." What's more, what our parents have given us is not just "a drop of water", but a sea of water.
Gratitude, although it is a behavioral verb, but it requires more than action, more importantly, the need to do sincerely.
8. Please write the beginning of the essay on the topic of "Gratitude" in a picaresque mannerGratitude is everywhere
What is gratitude? The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of your life, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy to understand. Because of gratitude, there is love, because of love, the world is bright.
Each of us should learn to be grateful and have a shining heart of gratitude. There is no need to complain about too much of life. Once there was a woman who could not think and jumped into the river, an old man found in time to save her. On the bank, the old man asked her, "I'll pay 1000 yuan to buy one of your hands, are you willing?" The woman shook her head, and the old man asked again, "I'll buy a pair of your feet for 10,000 yuan, will you?" The woman still shook her head. The old man continued to ask: "I'll pay 100,000 dollars for your big watery eyes, will you be willing?" The woman still shook her head. The old man smiled, "In that case, why waste your precious life for no reason?" The woman came to her senses and had no more desire to die. Yes, we are all very sound, we can bathe in the sunshine every day, feel the cool breeze on the face, have a pair of beautiful eyes, have the ability to strong limbs, why not cherish all this? Why not be thankful for it all? Grateful heart, thank you for life.
Each of us should learn to be grateful and keep a never-ending heart of gratitude. Be thankful for the little things in life, and thank everyone for their love for you. Maybe it's your closest family member. Maybe it's your closest family - parents, grandparents, grandparents, maybe it's a stranger who never met you but gave you a hand, maybe it's a neighbor who lent a helping hand in a time of crisis. Look at those insignificant but precious bits and pieces, we should not do something for these people who give us love? The best way, is to be grateful, know the kindness, for parents and relatives to do something to make them happy, for those in need of help to provide help, to the neighbors to ask for warmth. Between hands and feet, the essence of gratitude - love. Grateful hearts, thanks to love.
Let's give thanks for each of us! Thank you for a small plant, it is it, absorb carbon dioxide in the air, discharge for our survival must be oxygen; Thank you for a beam of sunshine, it is it, dispersed boundless darkness, so that your courage to overcome the fear; Thank you for everyone, it is they, composed of the "people" on this planet family, thanks to ... ... ... Gratitude is everywhere, may everyone have a thankful heart