The beautiful melody from the beginning continues, transitioning from loud to lingering and fading ......
A few years later . I got married, but not as busy as in the beginning of the public service, although the income is reduced, but it gives me a rare urban leisure. So often like to go out in the evening to hang out until late at night to return, get some life lessons.
Perhaps, the people of the peaceful world will want to get into the wrong, otherwise why this era of suicide so many people? The original pure love, but also by such and such a trick to get out of shape, and even a lot of the original idle people as a business ...... Shengshi lack of battle baptism, people's hearts are really too poisonous ......
I came to the law firm's Doorway, saw a husband and wife are arguing fiercely: both sides are red in the face, next to a group of spectators. This kind of scene, Mr. Lu Xun has been very graphic depiction many times, and not surprisingly, this is our Chinese.
I, too, could not help my curiosity, and stretched my neck like a duck, peeling back the crowd to look in. In my experience, the man is about 20, the woman is about 21. the woman is constantly crying, Sima Qingshi. The man, however, was still beating the woman.
"Alas, another poignant love ......"
"Don't have to think about it, huh! If 16 springs are loaded, then I really should regret it; where's the class flower from back in the day? Tsk tsk tsk ......"
I suddenly noticed that the young woman had a mole on the top of her head. This is very rare, as if the painter penned Wang Zhaojun back then. Who knew that the beautiful melody of the encounter a few years ago would end up like this?
The quarrel goes on every day and every night, constantly attracting people who come and go.
The Swan Lake in my heart began to stir anew, but it was more like a noise that tossed me about ......
2. Urgently Waiting for the Scattering Continued in 200 Words.
The rain was still dripping down, and I still didn't go in because I was curious about the lad's behavior, and along with that curiosity, I chose to keep waiting. The boy is still shivering, because the weather is really cold, after a long period of time, the crowd began to pour out of the door, I watched the boy, head up high fear that she will be out of their eyes slipped away.
Soon, the crowd slowly dispersed, and the young man has not waited for her, why? Along with a minute of curiosity, a minute of worry, the young man still continue to wait... Time passes, for the young man, but a very long time, this is why, because he loves her, the young man curious to look inside, inside a very familiar figure, ah! It's her, the young man rushed in regardless, even though the security guards were still stopping him, he ran in, I, who was a bystander, watched everything from the doorway, oh.... It turned out that she saw the cleaning granny in the theater very hard to clean, so she helped the granny to clean, she did not even know that the lad was waiting hard, but when she knew everything, she smiled sweetly at the lad, and then shoved the broom to the lad....
3. Urgently Waiting for the Scattering Continuation 200 words. The rain was still dripping, I still did not go in, because I felt curious about the behavior of the lad, along with curiosity, I chose to continue to wait. The young man is still shivering, because the weather is really cold, after a long period of time, the crowd began to pour out of the door, I looked at the young man, put his head up high for fear that she would slip away from under their eyes. Soon the crowd slowly dispersed, but the boy had not waited for her, why? With a little curiosity, a little worry, the young man still continued to wait... It turned out that she saw the cleaning old lady in the theater very hard to clean, so she helped the old lady to clean up, she did not even know that the lad was waiting, but when she knew everything, she smiled sweetly at the lad, and then shoved the broom to the lad.
4. Waiting for the show to break up Original textWaiting for the show to break up
It was already 9 o'clock in the evening before I reached the door of the theater. The ballet in the theater, Swan Lake, must have finished its dreamy second act, and there may not be much left of the gorgeous and bizarre third act. I'm an avid ballet fan, so I jumped into a cab and made my way to the theater in a huff, even though I was delayed until 8:40 by a business emergency.
It was only when I got out of the car that I realized it was drizzling. It was a short distance from where I got out of the car to the wide steps leading up to the theater's main entrance, and to avoid getting wet I went around the box office and the adjoining bungalow to the steps, where there were shelters to protect me from the rain. As I trotted along, looking towards the theater doors, in my panic I suddenly bumped into someone's shoulder, and as I gained my footing and settled down, I saw that it was a young man, wearing a pair of eyeglasses. His eyes surveyed me carefully even behind the lenses.
"Do you have a ticket?"
I was taken aback. There were people more obsessed with ballet than I was. In the small square in front of the theater, under the streetlight, in the drizzle, like giant beetles in the car, silent slanting in a big row, except for us two and then no other people. Inside the stage on the play is already halfway through, he is still here waiting for a refund?
"I want to see it myself!" I answered him as I pulled out my ticket. Huh, why aren't there any?
"No," the chap told me amiably, "I don't want your ticket, just go in and see it!"
I took a pile of business cards out of my coat pocket, drew the precious theater ticket out of them, and asked in passing, "What are you staying here for if you're not going to see it?"
"Waiting for the show to break up. Waiting for her to come out."
I immediately understood that it was a pair of lovers came to wait for the return of the ticket, and only waited for one, so the young man let the girl go in first. I abruptly recalled my own youth, some of the ridiculous and sweet scenes of that year flashed in pieces in my heart, I could not help but state, "Ah, you need ...... you go in more than I do!"
I handed him the ticket, he took over, carefully looked at the row number seat number, returned to me, my ticket is a first-class seat, 180 yuan a, he is waiting for me to take the initiative to discount it? I was busy stating, "No need to pay, go in quickly!" But he still pushed my hand away.
I thought this guy was weird.
The young man was embarrassed and explained, "I promised to wait for her outside ...... she might come out early at any time ...... I still have to wait here until the show breaks up ... ... "Said he turned his head toward the theater door to look, fearing that in the moment of our conversation, the girl will float out of the door, and he did not meet in time.
I left the lad behind and ran for the theater doors. The drizzle was so light that I nearly slipped and fell on the steps in front of the doors. From the large glass of each door I could see the lights on the front porch. But I pushed on several doors and couldn't get them open. Then I realized that the door on the far side was ajar, and I pushed it open to get in. There was a lady on the front porch, and when I went over to her and handed her my ticket, she looked at me in confusion and shook her head in surprise, followed by a uniformed man at the ticket counter between the front porch and the lounge. Apparently, that was the ticket collector. First he asked the lady, "Aren't you going to look?" and then he asked me, "You're not going to look?" Then he asked me, "Are you ...... what's going on?" I found the lady I met first, no, I should say a wonderful woman, standing by the front porch door, looking out through the glass, I also twisted around and looked out, only to see that the young man is still in place, arms clasped in front of his chest, obsessed with this side of the theater door waiting ......
From the performance area dipped out of the final scene of "Swan Lake" of the The wonderful woman looked at the rain covered that figure, suddenly biting her lips, eyes flashed a strange light ...... I stood there, rubbing the white hair on the temples, immersed in the eternal melody ......
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5. Where did the time go Watching my grandfather sob I walked over to continue the essayTitle: Where did the time go Continued
"The old tree in front of the door grows new buds, and the dead wood in the yard blossoms again, and the half-survival of a lot of words, hidden into a head full of gray hair." Plain phrases, but the concentration of a lifetime, straightforward life story unfolded, words and phrases but straight to the heart, let a person silent, and even deep thought.
Dim lights, still images, we sit in the old age space, lamenting that life is not just a dramatic show. Listen! What is ticking in the ear? Can not see and touch the time in a minute by minute through the side, can not pick up yesterday, can not catch today, then tomorrow? Where did our time go?
Short life, time is the fingertips of the quicksand, we desperately want to hold it, the tighter the grip but the faster the loss of foot slippage is not dust and sand, but the memory of life! Yesterday's distance is not far away, but in the memory of a mountain, there is no exact dividing line, but lost in the missing; today's hesitation is in front of us, full of strong words but silent, wave your hand, can not touch the sleeve of the time, only to know that it is in a hurry to walk; what about tomorrow? Where are you tomorrow! I look at the eyes, I carefully planned the ambition but do not know whether it can be realized, shaking his head, no one to give me an answer I want.
At the beginning of life, croaking, teeth, time in the parents' expectations and joy opened the curtain, followed by days of hard work, so that every child excels. Those proudly written in the memory of the parents, and parents own youth just quietly away.
The flowering season of school, accompanied by the sun, the time is in the gurgling of the ink fumigating the mind in search of knowledge, eager eyes can not see the traces of time to come, only the loud laughter witnessed the growth of the time.
The messy twisted braids of the years dyed yellow, clear eyes can not see the far sky of Artemisia, the face of life, we were once proud of the youth was instantly knocked bent, once held the "Count of Monte Cristo" fantasized about the reality of the legendary world, when the dream again and again to be awakened, when the trough appeared again and again, I've been away from the reality of the road too far to find the way back, and so they were lost in the vicissitudes of the world. I'm not sure how much time I've had to spend on this, but I'm not sure how much time I've had to spend on this.
I cling to my a warm heart, any emotion is regarded as a gift from God, the pursuit of love, joy or sadness, are representative of what we have experienced, those or near or far emotion, again and again to fill the depths of the desolation of the heart. I waved my hands dipped full of sincere ink, but scratched out a sky full of frost, a frozen heart is difficult to pen, some scenes have been things are not, the love affair is difficult to continue, the time to leave me in the dream, let alone how to struggle can not go out.
Frost stained white hair, wrinkled face, time in the children and grandchildren in the dependence of the past, when they really out of the house, have their own world, then the rest of the day is crawling with loneliness, time in the shadow of the disappearance.
Groping and climbing, up and down all the way, gradually bending the spine, the long days of the warp and woof mercilessly engraved on the face, this moment, I'm old, just I can not remember, my time have gone where! I can see the passing of spring, summer, fall and winter, can not see the traces of the flow of time, can see the gradual change of face, can not see the time to cross the blade of youth.
The years have gone by, time is running out, life has an end, the difficult dusk is lit by the lights of the spiritual hall, time can no longer cross that low into the dust of the grave, time will not go anywhere.
Life is everywhere, just like the snowy mud. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a teenager.
Yes, time is so accompanied by our whole life, always we are desperately chasing, as much as it is around us, but always let us not see, but also let us panic.
My time is waiting, waiting for success, waiting for the hand of his son, waiting for gray hair, waiting for children and grandchildren, waiting for no regrets of the life of the scene, when all the waiting around the scattered, I finally see that all the results are so pale, not only lost time, but also lost themselves. Such as the wind of the time rushed away, like water, it is always changing the mold so that we are confused, let us sigh!
Time drop by drop knocked on the heart, some pain, but also some itch, always up late at night to look, want to see the direction of time to come and go, the night is a little cold, but also a little long, I did not touch the forehead on time, but also did not step on it's tail, it is so quietly and I joke, and long gone, I do not want to sit down and cry. But even if I don't want to shed tears, even if I close my eyes tightly, tears still seep out of the corners of my eyes. The wind and rain are relentless days, and the heart still sighs in vain.
Where has my time gone, who sees my face full of wrinkles, who sees my head full of gray hair, who hears my helpless sighs, who can find my lost once.
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6. 作文青春不散场,扬帆又起航800字The sailor stood anxiously on the seashore, waiting for the wind to calm down. The seagulls have lifted their wings again and again, and the waves have washed over the reefs ...... countless sunrises and sunsets, leaving only the sailor's lonely figure.
He was afraid of the sea wind arrogant high-pitched whistling, and then missed the sail forward exhilaration; he was afraid of the waves wantonly wild beat, and then missed the wind breaking the waves of the impassioned ......
Waiting, waiting. In such countless waiting for the arrival of the opportunity, withered whose dreams? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Please do not laugh at the sailor's cowardice, ask yourself, who has not played such a role in life? Waiting for the opportunity, waiting for a sigh of relief.
The child lying in his mother's warm embrace, don't think you are still small enough to do something for his mother. Pour a cup of water for the mother, wipe the sweat, because when you miss the mother's forehead whether the extension of wrinkles, you have gone far away; that business field to cope with the free, spirited young people, do not always use the busy excuse for their own hearts, to the mother to send a greetings, because when you miss the mother's trembling figure, she has left you; that stood in the doorway of the youth hesitant teenagers, do not for you are still young, do not go to try to get the best out of it. The young man standing hesitantly at the door of youth, don't try to break through because you are still young, don't huddle in the shelter of the greenhouse to kill time because you are still young. Because when you finally aspire to the same as others that beautiful bright sunshine, you have been dying; when you finally recalled your youth will be gone, the wheel of time has long been your dream crushed.
How many people in life in the struggle of comfort and tribulation, choose to live? And how many people in the flood-like avoidance of grinding, do as a sailor, cowardly but crowned deserter?
What about me? Senior year as a battlefield without smoke, time has pushed me to the forefront of the backwater. Admittedly, in the mountains of test papers I paused, in the stars and months of labor I hesitated, in the wavering results before I was frustrated. However, fortunately, I always with a hot heart, and each buried hard to read together with the companions, in every morning and dusk, heat or winter, determined to go forward.
At this moment, I am a sailor standing on the seashore, and every one of my companions struggling for their dreams. But we do not do a cowardly retreat, we proudly raised the sails, meet the waves, meet the sea breeze, meet the June magnificent sunrise.
7. Essay youth is not scattered, sail againYouth is a pyramid. Life requires us to keep climbing upwards, life requires us to keep realizing the fullness of life, to reach the peak of glory. Youth is a harp, youthful us with their own unique way to play the song of youth belonging to our young boys and girls.
Youth full of sunshine
On the playground, under the sun, a teenager is sprinting to the finish line, not far away, the girls jumped on the band, while singing "small ball, banana pear, Malan blossom twenty-one ......" in this playground full of youthfulness. In this playground overflowing with youthful atmosphere, young boys and girls happy jumping, shouting, for them, here, is the best place to disseminate their unique charm.
Sunshine, not just vigor, it is also a hobby. Now, we are always surrounded by a "popular wind". "What clothing is the most popular", "what is the favorite star band" ...... these are the topics we have been discussing after dinner. The "popular" filled the entire campus, so that our lives are more colorful, no longer boring.
Youth full of books
The classroom, the sound of books, beautiful and quiet campus can be smelled everywhere in the burst of books, this book and the window birds chirping, trees "rustle" swaying sound echo, become a unique campus scene.
Book, throughout the campus life. Lunch break, many students running up and down busy to borrow books from the library, there are some students are holding a book, or novels, or famous, leisurely sitting on the bench to look at, but also by the way to enjoy the surrounding pleasant scenery. It can be said that "the fragrance of the book, not happy".
Some rebellious youth
Parents, teachers expect us to run in the track they laid, but we still deviate from time to time, this is the rebellion. We have our own ideas about everything, and sometimes we are educated by our parents, and in front of them, they also look like bowing their heads and admitting their mistakes, and not long after that, they committed the crime again, but the rebellion is the unique personality of these young boys and girls, and the youth will not be rebellious, how boring it will be, and the feeling of doing whatever we want is what we want, but it is unlikely to be fully realized.
Let us decorate our youth with fire enthusiasm, along with the melody of youth, step on the dance of youth, mount the stage of growth, and let fly youth!