I don't know when it started. I used to observe the grass on campus, walk on the court and walk in other classrooms. Maybe it's because I've changed I'm not like the old me who doesn't care what I do. Although it is said that "born in sorrow and died in happiness", I still hope that I can be carefree; Although I often pretend to be lively and often laugh, it may be my way to change myself. I am preparing for the third grade, and I feel the shortness of junior high school. I've always wanted to leave good memories, and I've been wandering in my dreams.
The wind has taken away so much beauty that I can't catch up with it. I regret it and feel sad. Only quietly appreciate all this, appreciate everything related to me: Feng, my partner. Industry, past friends, present strangers. Friends in study are strong. Bin, who is a little better than the enemy and close to his friend. Boys have the least friends, but girls are more generous and natural. ) Sister Lu is absolutely tough and the most easygoing girl, just a little strange. Alas, she will be transferred to Nanning next semester, so I often play with her. She is as kind as my sister. Summer that is higher than my friend and lower than my girlfriend 10 (I didn't grow up with her). Qiu, a very fond girl, will handle our relationship well, as if she knows everything and admires her. The most likable girl on the internet, but unfortunately not from our school. If it weren't for her, I might be bored surfing the Internet. I am also a good student, so I will ask a lot of questions.
The size of shoes is constantly changing, and I keep following everything I lose.
If I hadn't grown up, I wouldn't have found out how much bitterness and beauty there are in life, but I just don't understand why I have to keep chasing.
I just hope I can cherish all this!
A new day has begun. I am running happily in the air, light and endless. My name is Feng. You can't see me, but I'm always by your side. I am alive, too.
I am the light, I am free. I often play on the road and run happily and carefree. No one can stop me from rushing, and no one can limit my trip. I can travel thousands of miles a day, I can make rivers surging and waves surging, and I can make snowflakes fly all over the sky. However, I have amazing power, but sometimes I can't even lift a fallen leaf.
I have vicissitudes, I wander. No one knows my age, and I can't count how many miles I have walked. I can tirelessly cross the Pacific Ocean from Asia to America, and I can wander freely regardless of seasons and places. Sometimes I walk lightly, sometimes I gallop, from ancient times to the present. I have seen people's laughter and laughter, and I have also seen people's parting sadness.
I am gentle, and I am cruel. In spring, I will gently wake up the earth, blow green flowers and blow out a colorful world. I am like a mother's hand, stroking people's faces, stroking people's sadness and pain. People will respectfully call me "blowing cold breeze." In winter, I am vigorous and noisy. Sometimes it will break branches, blow down houses, roll up yellow sand all over the sky and break the world. People will call me "violent wind" angrily.
That's what I am. Maybe you will like my lightness and gentleness, envy my vicissitudes and drift, and hate my ruthlessness. No matter what others think of me, I still smile and run freely.
Look, there are some children flying kites over there, but kites can't fly. Let me help them! "Hoo ..." I blew it gently, and the children cheered and smiled brightly. Look, those farmers over there are sweating like a pig. Let me bring them some coolness ...
I am the wind, I came to this world quietly and enjoyed the beauty of this world; I am the wind, I want to blow beauty into people's hearts; I am the wind, and I want to blow out a colorful world.
Senior three's composition about the wind is selected 3. My love for the wind was acquired when I was playing on the lawn by the river when I was a child. I fell in love with the wind at first sight when I was a child. I jokingly put my umbrella beside me, let the wind blow my soft hair, and the rain man kissed my face. However, youth is the best season to recover the decline.
When you stumble in the mud, you are tired and want to harvest some wind. Let it blow on your chest, knock on your heart, kiss your face, touch your skirt, penetrate your every pore, take away your physical and mental fatigue, baptize your dusty heart and instill your fresh blood. Wind and rain all the way, muddy all the way, and the wind is with you every step of the way.
Some people hate the wind, because there will be rain when there is wind. Some people hate winter, because the wind in winter is harsh and ruthless; Some people even complain about the sea breeze, because it always runs counter to us. As we all know, the wind in the rain is so lovely and moving, but the wind in winter is so deep and affectionate, and the sea breeze is so great and selfless. The wind in the rain has made you gentle and lovely, the depth of the winter wind has tempered your calm and delicate character, and the sea breeze has created a warrior who cuts the waves. So, don't get bored, cherish it with your heart.
All the days have prepared a storm for you, and no one can escape the baptism of the storm. When the wind blows, we can't stop it, but we must stop it with our heart and keep our hearts still; At this moment, we are being blown, so we have to keep our hearts still and face the wind calmly with a gesture of inaction. Walking against the wind, watching the flying clouds, rolling green waves, raging waves, beautiful fallen leaves, listening to the cheers of the forest, the roar of the sea, the chirping of tits and the whining of tits, pulling people forward. Walking against the wind, the strong wind blows away people's weakness and laziness, but it casts a tough body, fearless character, generous character, generous feelings and lofty aspirations.
Youth is the best season to harvest the wind; Youth is the best warehouse for storing wind; Youth is the best medicine to sublimate the wind. Use your young heart, healthy body and excited soul to stay more moved and gain more wind.
Four winds, I walk carefree in the fields every day; Swimming in the lake; Fly in the sky!
I yearn for Tao Yuanming to live in seclusion in the mountains, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. He feeds seedlings weaker than grass with his hard work and sweat every day. I like Tao Yuanming's life. This kind of life is boring for some people, but it is the best thing for me. Self-reliance, self-reliance, I think this is the most important step to transform the world into a paradise. Tao Yuanming hates secular officialdom, which shows that he and I have the same pursuit and yearning. From the deeds of Tao Yuanming, we can see that he is a man who loves freedom by nature and doesn't like secular officialdom. As he wrote in "Returning to the Garden", "Less is not suitable for vulgar rhyme, naturally it is hilly. Mistaken into the dust net for thirteen years. " It must be very uncomfortable for such a person to let him be an official, take part in accidental amusement every day and socialize in officialdom. When he really abandoned the so-called "fame and fortune", an infinitely stretched world opened to him. From his poems, we can see that his spiritual world has reached a new level. The morning star is ridiculous. Take Yuelian home. "I just look at it, which makes people yearn for it. This spirit can infect others. For example, when we read the poem "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan", we feel a kind of freedom, a kind of stretch from the depths of the soul.
I also yearn for Kong Ming's life before he came out of the mountain. Before Kong Ming came out of the mountain, friends or boats traveled the rivers and lakes, or visited monks to ask about the mountain, or asked friends about the village, or played the piano and played chess to visit immortals. I don't know where to go. How carefree, free and happy. Isn't this the wind life I love?
Wind-carefree, windless, wind-happy, wind-happy. When can I live a windy life?
The third year of high school is about the wind. 5 I like the wind and like listening to it! No matter standing in the gentle wind or the bleak wind, I will gently close my eyes. ...
Listen, the wind slowly combs the hair of the tree, gently wraps around the trunk, playfully caresses my sideburns, and blows air into my ears, just like whispers in lovers' ears.
Listen, the wind swished over the treetops, swept the leaves and danced, a playful ballet, a brisk palm dance and the most elegant ice dance. When Fengshen didn't stop, her long pleated skirt swept the vegetation in waves, making a quick swish, so clean and messy, which is the purity I admire most. Suddenly, she mysteriously and silently disappeared into the bushes, only feeling that her fragrance was still lingering in the air, and the ringing bell was still lingering between heaven and earth.
Like the wind, like the feeling of the wind!
When the wind blows across my face, I feel a pair of gentle hands wrapped around me with the most eager pericardium. Even if it is only a gentle wind, it is the lips of the wind that secretly kiss me. The wind patiently lifted my long hair again and again and slapped my shoulder playfully. The wind gently hugs my waist, and the wind can have me at will; I hold it and the wind slips through my fingers. Immersed in the wind, the wind seems to give me the safest tolerance in the world; In the windy harbor, I am the most fearless, powerful and beloved.
Like carefree wind, like the freedom of the wind; Like invisible, shadowless, silent wind; Love, hate and anger like the wind!
Because I like the wind, I fell in love with it; Because I fell in love with the wind, I always hope to follow the feeling of the wind. When there is wind, a cold is inevitable.
Asked about people's dreams of the afterlife, some people say they want to be a tree, others say they want to be a star, and I just want to be a gust of wind.
Only the wind is my dream and my expectation!
I have a lot of traces, blowing for a long time. How long has it been? I don't know. For me, 5000 years is just a moment.
I blew across the Nile Valley, stroking the pyramids on the banks of the river with sand in my hand. She was, is and will always be great. I like her, so I left my mark on her. She will die under my touch. But I am tolerant enough to allow her to stand proudly for thousands of years. Even if I die, it will remain in my heart. She is the epitome of the earliest and most brilliant civilization, with my witness and all the people who have seen her as witnesses.
I blew across the banks of the Yangtze River and gently watered the land on both sides with tears in my eyes. She is beautiful, rich and war-torn. I like her, so I got up the courage to blow the east wind and let a hero with a feather fan and a black headscarf wipe out more than 200 thousand troops going south. How I hope that people in this land can live and work in peace and enjoy the gift of this land. She calmed down and quietly gave birth to a "romantic figure" destined to lead the development of this country. She is the cradle of the oldest and most vital civilization, with my witness and the witness of people who grew up in this cradle.
I blew across the two river plains and gently covered her with a thin layer of sand. She is amazing, with black gold in her veins, and many children of God come out of her arms. I pray for their good luck, because the civilization here has been advancing alternately in struggle, concession, conquest and destruction since ancient times. My eyes are a little blurred, and I can't tell whose mother it is.
I once again blew across the fields of Europe, blowing the beautiful windmill in her hand. I blew through the rain forest in America and gave her a wet summer.
I just blew it, and my trail blew from ancient times to today. I just blew away a civilization that was not strong enough. I will continue to accompany human history in this way. Constantly remind you of the past glory, the present vicissitudes, and the possible demise in the future. I blew away the lead flowers covered on the treasure, leaving behind the fragments of golden civilization.