Youth is like a jumping note, composing an exciting piece of music on the staff; Youth is like a palette, drawing a moving landscape on the canvas; Youth is like a green bud, which keeps growing upwards and becomes a towering tree ... Let's use our wisdom to write success, tears and the future!
successful writing
At the sports meeting, the athletes struggled hard; In the audience, the cheerleaders were hoarse.
"Come on, come on!" With a cry, y rushed to the finish line, and we were boiling! Y is the first! Several girls rushed to the finish line to hold Y. Looking at her pale face, my tears almost came out. She smiled at me and said, "M, don't you think I'm okay now?" After hearing what she said, I felt even more guilty. She wouldn't have done this if I hadn't encouraged her to sign up!
I was speechless and said to her, "Are you better?"
y's sweat forged her success. It is because of her persistence that the spirit of never giving up has made her character. Y's motivation comes from everyone. Let's wave our pens together and write successfully. 2. Around writing a composition
Every wisp of memory in my mind is with my beloved book, which leads my soul around my dream ...
I went to school when I was a child in the mountains. Teachers often take me and my companions to sit on the grass on campus, telling vividly: the kindness of mermaid, the viciousness of bad queen, Donald Duck's humor and so on. Since then, books have attracted me like magnets.
When I was a child, I was more eager to have all the good books in the world, so that I could grow up happily in the sea of knowledge. Plus, my grandfather gave me several thick books such as 1, Why, Up and Down for 5, Years, and World History. In the future, when I saw a good book, the feeling of wanting to keep it for myself was always lingering.
what I remember best is that I went to the market on the other side of the mountain with my mother to sell vegetables. I passed a bookstore and got into it without saying anything. There I saw the long-awaited Complete Works of World Famous Fairy Tales. I held it in my arms for fear that it would slip away and read it with relish. I don't know when, my mother has quietly stood by my side, with a smile on her face and kindly said, "Haier, do you like it?" I nodded, then immediately shook my head, immediately put the book back, took my mother's hand and walked out of the bookstore with heavy steps. When my mother isn't looking, I still look back at the bookstore from time to time, thinking that there is a more magical world waiting for me ... < P > Actually, it's not that I don't like that book, but I shake my head because I know that there is no money at home to buy me that thick Complete Works of World Fairy Tales. At that time, my parents not only had to provide education for my brother and me, but also had to bear the living and medical expenses of my elderly and frail grandparents. But the complete works to 65 yuan! 65 yuan, how can there be so much money? I feel very sad at the thought of missing my beloved fairy tale book, so I have to travel in the book every day in my dream.
Mom is busier than before. She goes out at dawn every day and doesn't come back until dark. Therefore, I often say that my mother is not good, because she has no time to listen to me about the touching scene of my meeting with Cinderella in my dream last night. Day after day, I decided to find out.
that morning, my mother was as early as before. With the steep winding mountain road, I followed my mother's figure in front of me in the moonlight and finally came to the market on the other side of the mountain. I saw my mother bend over and stretch her waist, and cans were soon crowded with the big cloth bag. Seeing everything in front of me, I felt like I was in my throat, and I couldn't say "mom" with all my strength. I turned and ran away, unable to control myself any longer. Tears welled up in my eyes like a flood. Hot tears could not help but shed my bitterness and pain, and more was my helplessness.
at night, my mother came back. I filled my meal and whispered, "Mom, eat quickly, it's getting cold ..." My mother, who had been tired all day, hummed a happy little song like a child and coaxed me to close my eyes, but I made a naughty fake. Wow! I see it, this is the Complete Works of World Fairy Tales that I want most! The book I once dreamed of! In my dream, I imagined the joy when I realized my wish more than once. But at the moment, I can only hug my mother's neck and let tears flow freely ...
It's late at night. Outside the window, the dark blue night sky is full of jewel-like stars, and the silvery moon is shining with bright moonlight. In this charming Yamashita, I can't help holding this new book, but there are sad tears in my heart. Looking up at the starry sky, the moonlight reflects the starlight, which sets off the moonlight and melts into a beautiful picture. I thought to myself: it will be sunny tomorrow!
The story of me and the book is the true composition of human affection, and it is also the touch of my life!
The story of me and the book is like a painting. In the painting, I snuggled in my mother's warm arms and told the story in The Complete Works of World Fairy Tales, which made my mother smile happily.
The story of me and the book is more like a sweet and strong wine, which is filled with the mother-daughter feelings of my mother and me. I want to use this strong wine to respect heaven and earth, mountains and seas, and let everything know the greatness of my mother. 3. Writing a composition around "moving"
Time flies like water, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of days. But there is one thing that impressed me vividly-that deep maternal love.
that morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast is that it will rain today, so it's better to bring an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. It was clear in Wan Li. How could it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.
just as school was over at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly a rainstorm came down. All the students who brought rain gear went home, and others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother is having a high fever and intravenous drip these days. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. I couldn't help crying when I looked at the pouring rain outside the window.
at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind with heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled to walk towards me.
"Jingjing, come here quickly and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at my "soaked" mother and her pale face, I can't help crying again ... < P > An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. Although things have passed for a long time, they have always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard ...
The things I have experienced are like stars in the sky, some of which moved me deeply, some made me feel ashamed, some made me extremely angry, some made me feel solemn, some made me feel interesting, and some made me experience the joy of success. Now I will tell you one of my successes.
During my fifth grade summer vacation, I watched others racing on bicycles on the highway. I don't know how awesome it was. I am envious. I thought: if one day, I also ride a bike in the street, I don't know how cool it is! Over time, this psychology of learning to ride a bike slowly blooms and bears fruit in my heart. Finally, one day, I couldn't bear the loneliness in my heart and asked my cousin to teach me to ride a bike. Under my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to follow me and take me to the park to learn to ride a bike. 4. Write a composition around the autumn rain
Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic ... Soft and fresh melody, tender music language, introducing the artistic conception of daydream, like a gurgling spring, melting into the earth, melting into autumn and melting into everyone's heart. With the coming of autumn rain, a colorful autumn amorous feelings painting full of joy and harvest suddenly appeared in front of our eyes:
Look, the misty rain is touching the top of the mountain, and it is like white dragons winding around the peaks. In the white smoke, you can occasionally see golden rice, and the yellow and white complement each other, forming a picture that seems to be weak but very beautiful. In the picture, groups of happy people are walking slowly in the rain with all kinds of flower umbrellas. There are white-haired old people, lively and jumping children, and naturally, there are many energetic young people. Where are they going? Oh, maybe some farmers' uncles went to see their golden rice fields full of joy and harvest! Those children and old people may be impatient, so they all want to come out and relax their muscles and muscles, and come to see the performance of Qiuyu girl in unison. Their steps are so slow and hurried, and their faces are full of excitement and joy. They love the autumn in their hometown as much as I do. In order to enjoy the beautiful autumn scenery, they can't bear to waste a little time! Look! The autumn rain girl playfully played on the withered and yellow leaves and whirled down with them; The autumn girl falls on the pale green leaves, making the green leaves more vibrant; The autumn rain girl slipped on the ripe fruit and swung happily, making the ripe fruit more radiant. The autumn rain girl quietly came to the field and landed on the golden rice. The rice was carrying heavy millet, so heavy that it was bent, just like a hunchbacked old man, so tired that he was sweating. When the breeze blew, "sweat" slowly passed over his cheeks. Another breeze blew, and the old man shook his head in the wind, causing waves, and the millet seemed to fall from the old man's back. Autumn rain falls on the full corn. The full corn is like a soldier with a red cherry gun. All of them have enough ammunition and lined up neatly, while the autumn rain girl quietly wiped the "red cherry gun" of the "soldier" clean, shining with golden light. Some corn cobs hide shyly under the upright green leaves, but the two green leaves point to the blue sky as if deliberately avoiding corn cobs; Some corn cobs showed their golden teeth and greedily sucked the sweet rain, so two green leaves had to bend over and hide aside. The autumn girl quietly landed on the golden wheat again. Of course, the wheat didn't want to give in to millet and corn. The whole body was covered with bulging ears of wheat, like small and exquisite bells dancing happily in the breeze and drizzle. The autumn rain is all shrouded in golden yellow, hazy, looming and beautiful.
Autumn rain flies into the stream, and the stream flows into the stream with new blood along the foot of the mountain. Autumn rain falls on the clear stream, making waves.
Autumn rain rustles. This is her performance. She plays yellow rice fields and string of fragrant bananas, playing golden everywhere, and playing autumn colors that symbolize maturity and harvest. Ah! Autumn rain, I hope you can play more rhythm and play new music!
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the faint green rhyme exhibition is as beautiful as a picture scroll! --------Inscription: The faint cloud is elegant with beauty, and it is infinitely cherished in the heart. Time flies around, holding a faint mood, and beauty is around. We all strive to develop our careers, strive for our ideals and be a useful person to society.
Walking on the road, both sides are full of greenery. The footsteps of the years are carrying the fleeting time and singing the songs of youth. What is far away is the past, and what remains in the memory is an indelible bit of condensation. In the best season of life, youth hurried by, leaving traces.
with a faint mood, walk the road of life. There are endless notes flowing in the long river of years, the wind gently blows the fragrance of flowers, and the footsteps of years leave marks of different shades.
Take a leisurely look at the wind and flowers, listen to the bamboo in the shallow clouds, meditate on the books, and watch the sea and surf the waves indifferently. The wind is an angel sent by heaven, which gently blows and brings me a warm feeling. At this time, the beauty of midsummer is displayed in front of me lightly.
My heart is listening. With this beautiful rhythm, I hear the sound of flowers blooming, mixed with faint fragrance. In the distant horizon, the clouds swim lightly, the wind blows through the flowers, the flowers whisper, and the wind blows through the fields, conveying the melody of autumn harvest joy.
The breeze gently blows at night, quietly bringing me a warmth, bringing poetry to my face. On the other side of this shore, the shore is supporting each other, and the other side is blooming, full of fragrance and intoxicated with joy. At night, when I walk under the moon, the wind floats gently, which is cozy and gentle like my mother's kiss. The wind passes through my hair tips and flies over waterfalls.
A sleeping white cloud nestles quietly in the harbor of the moon. The maple leaf stops and leans lazily on the trunk. At this time, there is silence. Listen, who is singing softly in the wind, the fragrance of cloves is overflowing, and the soul is singing melody, which is like a dream.
the wind is light, the clouds are faint, and there is no trace of dreams. Don't sigh lightly. In the old days, the wind of the past drifted away. Your thoughts float in front of me lightly with the wind, a thousand-year-old wish. I carry the hand of the wind, take away a few fleeting sorrows with the help of ink, and carry a faint cloud to float in front of you leisurely.
how many stories are there in the cycle of several times and years. Who picks up the moonlight lightly, hugs the curtain hanging from the moon, falls asleep soundly, and in the dream, who is reciting poetry and composing music, playing the flute tactfully, swinging and swinging, lingering around the pillow in the quiet night, hands are fragrant, and the pen and ink open a few elegant flowers on the scroll, revealing fragrance alone in the quiet night.
the soft and faint clouds on the horizon, accompanied by shallow dreams, quietly slide into the heart of dreams, lightly bloom in the heart of the sea, and open a beautiful heart flower. The heart is full of ink, and the Iraqis are full of fragrance.
walking in the grassland is full of fragrance. Walking through the garden, the grass is full of clothes, the flowers are full of sleeves and the fragrance is overflowing.
The wind is light, the clouds are faint, the fingers are fleeting, the fingertips are clinging to the fragrance, the ink is fragrant, and the prosperity is exhausted. In the deep rain lane full of lilac fragrance, Tingting overflows the girl with resentment like lilac; Prosperity falls away, and the ink culvert meditates on the fragrance. The flowers danced with the wind, and quiet inside was depressed.
past lives, past lives, where are you and what kind of scenery will there be around you? In the middle of the night, enjoy the bright moon by the lonely lamp, think quietly and don't hesitate. Once obsessed, once sorry, accompanied by a lonely lamp and a cold moon, Yingying turned into a poem that touched the fragrance; Melodious melody washes away that deep feeling.
the shallow time has solidified the waiting, attached to the melancholy, changed each other's vows, let the white stationery pour out, filled with sadness, and when I look back, there is clear sorrow echoing. During meditation, the dream lingers, forgetting the melancholy and hesitation of the Millennium.
in the distance, the wind is light, the clouds are faint, and a beautiful feeling flies in the wings, with indifferent feelings, quiet and charming. I want to bring a little bit of fresh wind to your time and space. There are dark and fragrant sleeves in the light, and your graceful figure Tingting overflows. I whisper softly, "How are you?"? I carry a faint mist across the sky where I miss you, urging: "If you are well, I will be sunny".
You pinch the flowers and smile, and I carry the faint clouds and the wind around you gently; Flying flowers are dancing in the world of mortals, the fragrance is overflowing, your sleeves are full of dark fragrance, and the flowers are whispering. All this is beautiful and far away.