Road 1 Walking at your feet, walking, a door rises in front of your eyes. I opened the door with great joy and imagined another world behind it. ..................................................................................................................................................................
Suddenly, deep in thought: Do you have enough courage to move forward? Or stop?
Looking back, I don't know how long it took! Those dense, deep and shallow footprints are branded with the traces of years and the baptism of sweat everywhere! There is a group behind me, much like I did before, gritting my teeth and persisting. Struggling on an unknown road.
After all, we are all a generation with dreams and pursuits!
However, whenever I open the door hopefully again and again, disappointment hits the tired heart again and again.
Look ahead, how far is the end of the road? When my life reaches a high point, it is convenient to raise a door on time, and the road behind me will always be more rugged, or stop when I am ready to give up; Or go on forever! There are always some people who find regret on the way and then ... fall into the bottomless cliff.
Unless, wait for the next door to rise, ten years. .................................................................................................................................................................
People on the road can't stop, and people in front of the door can't step.
I think, still continue! I travel too much, I sacrifice my youth, laughter, tears and enthusiasm ... even if I don't want to, I will open the next door.
After all, we are all a generation with dreams and pursuits.
The rabbit at the wrong door heard that grandma was ill. Despite the storm, the rabbit hurried to grandma's house, and the rabbit who went to the wrong door wrote a composition. Walking, the little rabbit got lost. There is only a shabby hut nearby. He went to the door and asked, "Is there anyone inside?" "Come on in!" There is a warm voice in the room. The rabbit was shivering with cold. It wanted to go in to warm up, so it pushed open the door and went in. "bang!" The door behind him was closed tightly, and a thin and tall wolf stood at the door and said, "That's very kind of you. I have been looking forward to your arrival for many days! " "The rabbit was surprised and smiled casually at once. The wolf wanted to eat the rabbit at once, but found it boring after a long time, so he decided to let the rabbit chat with him. So he said, "it's snowing so hard outside that fools go out!" ""At this moment, the little rabbit came up to the wolf piteously and said, "Good sir, please let me live here. I am a child without a home! ""The little rabbit began to cry. " Why do you live here? "The wolf feels very strange." I got a terrible illness, and my family kicked me out and avoided me when they knew I was ill. Hearing this, the wolf stared like a walnut: "What? ! You came to me when you were sick. Who do you think I am? Get out of here! Get out! "The wolf wants to hit the rabbit, but he is afraid of getting sick." Are you kicking me out, too? "Little Nutbrown hare walked out as he spoke." Then let's meet again! "I'll open the door! "The wolf doesn't want the rabbit to touch anything in the house." I'm not an idiot. I can't live long after eating you sick rabbit! The wolf ran outside, afraid that the rabbit would come near him. The rabbit went into the snow, waved like a wolf and ran away in a hurry. The wolf looked at the rabbit in the distance and stamped his foot severely and said, "remember, I don't want to see you again, you unlucky rabbit!" " "
My hometown is at the mouth of Yongjiang River, which is a famous city in the south of the Yangtze River. Beautiful scenery and attractive snacks attract tourists, but I am most proud of the bridges with different characteristics.
The bridge embodies the characteristics of our land of plenty in Ningbo and adds beauty to the beautiful Yongcheng. There are many kinds of bridges: arched, flat and made of stone ... they are really dotted and countless. People walk by the Moon Lake, and you can see a bridge in a dozen steps. When I go to Sanjiangkou, I can see Lingqiao, Qinqiao, Jiangxia Bridge and so on. Do you think there are many bridges in Ningbo?
Lingqiao is the most famous one here. Across the Three Rivers, there is only one bridge opening without piers. A ship of more than ten tons can pass under it, and its shape is similar to that of its neighbor "Qinqiao". There are thousands of cars and people passing by on grandpa Lingqiao road every day. Lingqiao passed the "physical examination" three times, and now it still stands on the river, regardless of the wind and rain, never flinching. The scenery around Lingqiao is also beautiful. People stand on Lingqiao, looking down, looking at the surging river in the east, overlooking the tiger hills and shade in the west, and the high-rise buildings on both sides of the strait. Looking at this charming scenery, you will never leave.
The times are developing and Ningbo is advancing. Now, all kinds of cement bridges and overpasses have replaced the ancient stone bridges. We in Ningbo are building the longest sea-crossing bridge in the world: Hangzhou Bay Sea-crossing Bridge. It is magnificent. When 20xx is completed and opened to traffic, I invite you to visit here.
I love my beautiful hometown, and I love all kinds of bridges in my hometown.
Have you ever seen a boy go to the ladies' room? If not, let me tell you an interesting story that happened in our class. It will definitely make you laugh!
This day is a very, very ordinary day. Without what happened next, this day will never be written into the history of Class 6 (1). Since this happened, everything has become very interesting and extraordinary! What is that? Let me tell you slowly. 1Friday, October 29th, after we finished doing morning exercises, Teacher Ding took us to the entrance of the infirmary, and I immediately felt that something bad was going to happen to us. In the process of talking with the doctor in the infirmary, I vaguely heard the word "vaccination". What, it's time for an injection!
Teacher Ding took us to the place where we used to get injections. Alas, this place always brings me unhappiness. Looking inside, I knew I had to get vaccinated! The students are actually very excited. At this moment, I suddenly heard Teacher Ding say, "How did you two get into the ladies' room! As soon as I heard it, I looked back and it turned out to be Zhang! The whole class burst into laughter at once (including me). Both of them hung their heads and blushed, sneaking into the "men's room" and running faster. I thought to myself: He Zhang is so nervous! Even going to the bathroom is the wrong way! If I were you, I would never walk with my head up again.
Does this make you laugh your head off?
Knock on the door of happiness.
Spring, like a group of graceful masked girls, wants to hide and show, vaguely revealing her infinite charm. Outside the window, the morning light gradually emerged, and that touch of red was also spreading quietly. People in the sun, frowning slightly, with a layer of gold on their faces, hurried and enjoyed all the way, smelling the warmth and shyness of girls in spring with the freshness of early spring.
These days, I am far away from the exuberance that spring is quietly budding, away from the hidden and obvious noise in the street, and often live quietly in my study alone, with the support of one leg to let the days flow by.
I have never been so idle, watching a series from beginning to end. Maybe his leg is broken and he has nowhere to go? May be tempted by "happiness" in "Knocking on Happiness"? Or, is there some kind of happiness floating in the bones?
I like Jiang, but I don't like her performance of Jiang Lu. On TV, women dare to love and hate, which is a question of right and wrong. Black is black, white is white, and the edges and corners are so distinct; Emotional things, stems are not stems, leaves are not leaves, and branches and vines are entangled. After watching 36 episodes, I didn't see any happiness.
What happened to that Song Yusheng? Handsome? Insufficient. Responsibility? It's nothing. Only avoidance in the cracks and unprincipled filial piety. When his woman was dragged back into deep humiliation and pain by an anonymous letter, he was alone in repressed resentment and grand selfishness; When this middle-aged woman who is as thin as cicada's wings is ready to abort her little life with hope, Song Yusheng, as her husband, still lets herself fall into the escape of losing her mind.
Is he really worth Jiang Lu's efforts?
I have a feeling that if I had to choose my lover, I would definitely choose Wang Yidi. That Jiang Pei is a woman who has been soft and immersed in happiness without knocking at the door. In authentic Shanghainese, don't be too happy!
There are six excellent compositions, ordinary and ordinary. Whether it is a glass door, an iron door or an expensive door, it is not like a door-the door of the soul.
The door of the soul is always inadvertently opened in the conversation with friends, parents and teachers, which makes our mood happier, our body lighter and our mind better. Stranger, every communication with you may also make you know him better and become friends. That time, I opened the door of my heart.
It was a morning. As usual, I came to school. The warm sunshine shone on me, and my classmates greeted me one after another. In the third class, I quarreled with my classmates about a pen. Finally, the classmate went to the teacher without telling me anything. My face is very long. At this time, my anger is rising. I am very unhappy, holding a piece of paper to vent my anger.
"Obviously, he deliberately took my pen and didn't give it back to me. He also laughed at me for having no money to buy a pen, so I quarreled with him. What does it have to do with me? I am not wrong. " I tried my best to defend myself, and I was extremely wronged. "How can the teacher scold me so indiscriminately? Really annoying that person! " I hate to think about it. "If you are right, why is he complaining?" The teacher asked me. I faltered and couldn't answer a word, so I had to go back to the classroom in despair.
A few days later, that classmate actually apologized to me, which made me feel incredible. My anger died out in his sincere apology. I sat down to chat with him. We open our hearts and open the door to our souls. I also know that the door to the soul is opened by two keys: sincerity and forgiveness.
The most precious thing in the world is the door of the soul, and its opening, do you know which two keys are it?
The most common thing in our life is the door. When you leave this door, you have to walk into that door, just like when you leave the baby's door, enter the baby's door, leave the baby's door, enter ... Every time you walk into a door, you embark on a new journey. No matter whether the road ahead is smooth or full of bumps, you have to go on and find the key to the next "door".
As the saying goes; "The teacher leads the door and practices in the individual." The teacher led me into the door of knowledge and started my study life. Now, primary school life is coming to an end, and I am forging a key to wisdom with the knowledge accumulated in these six years, ready to open the door to a new journey. I firmly believe that there is a better tomorrow outside the door!
Colorful children's lives end in laughter. In this journey, there are colorful flowers everywhere, but in the laughter and jumping, I have come to a new "door". I entered this door with curiosity. But what I see in front of me is no longer childlike, lovely and colorful, but a dream life that combines longing with reality. I want to open the "door" behind me again and return to the life I can enjoy, but the "door" has been tightly closed. I know I can't go back, I can only move on. I seem to see the door of the future beckoning to me again, and I can't help but sigh: how did time pass so fast?
The door opens and closes, closes and opens ... a new life and a new journey are coming. Cherish the present time! Don't let it slip away in a hurry, lest you "open the door" first.
In summer, the hot sun continues, and we are going to play at the seaside.
We waited for more than three hours and finally reached our destination. At the gate, I saw a sea of people on the beach, which was very spectacular.
We finished eating at noon and couldn't wait to run to the seaside. When I used to swim, the waves were so big that I was knocked upside down and took a sip of water. The water was salty and the waves were very strong, so I put on a swimming ring to prevent it from being knocked over by the waves again. It was also very safe and would not drown. Playing and playing, I found this game boring, and suddenly thought of a new game. People sitting on the swimming ring are washed back to the shore as soon as the waves come, just like drifting!
It's night. After dinner, we went to the seaside to catch crabs. I ran to the beach and took a photo with a flashlight. I saw countless small crabs running around happily on the beach. We carefully put the little crab into the bucket. An hour passed, and the crabs in the bucket were all small crabs, many of which were finger-sized crabs. We went to another place to catch crabs, and a friend of mine and I went to catch them.
We were playing with sand in the same place when we didn't go far when we heard a loud cry: "We have a big crab here!" " "
"wow! Really! " We ran over and found the biggest crab, bared its teeth, and no crab could be bigger than it. We danced around the big crab excitedly.
On the way back, I also found a palm-sized crab, and it was a female. She took the baby back to the hotel, released the crab the next day, and then reluctantly set foot on the road home.
I love Simon.
There is a green door in our class. It is scarred and crumbling all over, which is a typical disability. It was the students who kicked the door in our class that made today like this.
On a cold winter morning, the students came to the classroom and sat in their seats. The wind, through the green door, blew in, making people tremble with cold. Classmate A felt very cold, so she went to the door and put her foot out. The door slammed shut and gave a cry of "pa", and the dust fell from it. A classmate tossed his head and walked over to occupy the seat with satisfaction, without pity. People call it "the heart has lungs."
A minute later, classmate B came in a hurry! He's fine. He tried to open the door by hand, but maybe classmate A kicked too hard and classmate B couldn't open it. Look at someone in the classroom laughing because of his behavior. In order to save face, classmate B shook his legs and kicked, and the door opened. After student B went in, the whole class shouted, "Cold, close the door!" " "Student B remembered that he hadn't closed the door and went back. Another kick, the door closed and the dust rolled down. Poor door.
The last example should be repeated at least three times a day. One day, the class teacher finally found the dying door and said, "Whoever kicks this door again in the future will be fined five yuan, which will be used to repair it later." Everyone was silent. Since then, I haven't seen anyone kick the door, just a few.
The camera turned to the door, scarred, or only one word can describe it-disability. I interviewed the door with a microphone: "What do you want to say most now?" I asked. "I must beat those smelly children who kicked me!" The door said indignantly. I ran away, don't blame me, I used to play like that. Sorry, I didn't mean to. ...
Door excellent composition 10 "Ding-Ding-"a bell rang. My long-awaited microcomputer class has finally arrived!
The teacher who teaches microcomputers came, gave us the curriculum, and continued to say to us, "Today, we went to the microcomputer room to practice typing and entered three poems." The classroom suddenly boiled and everyone chattered like a flock of sparrows. Some say they can finish the course quickly and play computer games, while others proudly say, "It's so easy! I can type several poems a minute. " Others just want to finish it early and have fun. At this time, the teacher said, "You can't play games on the computer, or you will get stuck." Hearing this, the students are like deflated balls. Just now, the noisy sound energy in the classroom spread ten miles away, and now it becomes silent.
After a while, the teacher took us into the computer room, where there was nothing but a blackboard and a desk computer. We crowded in, and it was a little crowded when we got in. Li Shuo and I are in the same group, and we are still deskmates. The teacher asked us to turn on the computer. After we opened word, typing was easy. In a short time, three poems were written. I also let go of my mind to play computer. The bell rang and we had a good time and walked out of the computer room.
I like computer classes, because computer classes are easy. I look forward to the arrival of computer classes next week.
1 1 I lived in my grandmother's house when I was a child. The door is high. I had to reach out and touch the doorknob. The door is too heavy for me to push. Grandma also has a big yard. The door of the yard is green. It is always open day and night.
At that time, there was an unknown stream next to grandma's house, where the water was clear and the current was not big. As long as there is no dinner, I will drag my father there to catch fish. I often get a call from my mother and come back very late. I won't be idle after dinner. I go to catch frogs in the wild to play alone, because from my many days' experience in catching frogs, I know that there will be groups of frogs coming out of the hole in the summer evening. Almost effortless. In the evening, our family gathered in a small room to watch TV and eat steaming cakes. Sometimes, grandma in the same village will walk into the open door and send some delicious food.
After graduation, we moved to the city. At first, I thought our new house was beautiful, but after living there for less than two years, I found a strange thing. Every door is closed, and everyone in the elevator keeps their lips closed as if everyone were made of iron. I looked at them and felt that the sun seemed dim, the flowers and trees turned gray, the rivers became turbid and the sky was gray. In this indifferent world, everything is gray, and the door of the soul is always closed.
That door has been closed and rusted, and gradually it can't be opened anymore. Let's open the door to our hearts!
Sometimes, there is only one door between success and failure.
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It's gray, and it's raining in Mao Mao. My thoughts flew to two years ago.
It was drizzling like silk that day. I think I play the piano very well, so I signed up for the national piano competition.
I waited anxiously.
I'm next. My hands and feet are cold with nervousness, as if I were locked in a big refrigerator. Can I play it well? May I?
Finally, the host called my name. My heart is like a rabbit, jumping around. I bowed to the judges and sat in front of the tripod piano in the brightest position on the stage.
I touch every key carefully for fear of playing it wrong. But the more careful you are, the worse you play. The sound of the piano is intermittent, with some noise from time to time. I glanced off the stage with the corner of my eye and found hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me. I suddenly felt a fever on my face and hundreds of ants crawled on the back of my hand.
I tried to open my heart with a key. But I can't find the key to calm down.
I heard a faint and clear sigh from under the platform. Inadvertently, I saw the disappointed eyes of the judges, which made me even more flustered.
Finally, I lay down in front of my heart. I bowed to the judges again, shook my head and walked on with a sigh-I failed. There is only one door between success and failure! I can't find the key to open the door. ...
I looked at the drizzle outside the window, shook my head, sighed and went to the piano again. ...
In the middle of the night, people are immersed in dreams, fast asleep, very sweet. Suddenly there was a quick knock on the door at the corner, accompanied by the voice of a drunk.
"Niang! Open the door, damn it! Open the door. " Needless to say, it must be A Qing's house in the street. Their house is famous nearby. In the early years, a woman lost her husband and raised a son alone. But my son is disobedient, fooling around all day and making trouble outside. Now I know that I have to do a job honestly in recent years. How can I expect this son to drink again? He was drunk before coming home every night. And I often don't take my keys. When I get home, I always knock loudly to wake up my mother after the door is closed.
Later, several nosy neighbors spoke out bravely and scolded their son in a playful tone during the day, saying that it was wrong for him to wake his mother in the middle of the night. The son slowly felt ashamed, and when he heard these scoldings, he bowed his head. He is not unfilial, but sometimes he is a little unconscious after drinking too much. A few days later, people never heard a knock at the door in the middle of the night ... It turned out that my son came to the door that night and found that he had forgotten his key, so he went to sleep directly at the door, stopped knocking at the door and didn't want to disturb his mother and neighbors. I woke up early the next morning and went to work early.
He just didn't know that the door of his house was actually open, but the door was left unlocked.
In the evening, my parents and I went to the old doorway.
But God seems to have played a joke on us. Just out of the door, snowflakes fell from the sky like white elves, stood on tiptoe like ballerinas, and landed gently on people's shoulders, cars and the ground. ...
I thought there shouldn't be many people in this weather, but I was dumbfounded when I got there, and the crowd crowded the whole street.
Before we arrived at Laomendong archway, the beautiful colored lights of Qinhuai Lantern Festival lit up the night sky. Lovely and childish lanterns on both sides of the road make me unable to walk. A big red-faced man, with phoenix eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows and a face as heavy as a jujube, touched a two-foot beard in one hand and held a scroll in the other. Isn't this Guan Yunchang, which is famous for its long beard? Beside Guan Yu, Cao Mengde, with thick eyebrows and a white face and a beard, was treacherous and sinister, and looked very imposing against the glittering robes.
Further inside, I seem to have entered the world of colored lights. Suddenly, a flying carp appeared in front of my eyes. The golden light is shining, and the lotus lamp in the pool blooms gracefully, symbolizing wealth and good luck, and it is more than enough every year.
Going deeper, a cute super fat pig flashed in front of me. Standing on a pile of gold and silver jewelry, it squinted and grinned as if to say, "Great, I have become the mascot of the moon!" " Indeed, everyone is holding a mobile phone and taking photos with it, and they all want to be blessed by it. ...
An excellent composition 15 I am a person who loves learning. I have developed a strong interest in Chinese since I was a child, and Chinese is my favorite subject composition. Every time I write a composition, I am full of ideas and write articles that I am deeply proud of. I am a person who likes nature. Every time I see the ripples of the lotus pond smile, the branches overlook the weathered plum blossoms, the green dances in the rain curtain, and the "broken silver" jumps in the sun, which creates inspiration for me. Maybe this is the secret of learning Chinese well!
I like Chinese because of the naive teaching of Chinese teachers in primary schools. Her teaching method is unique. She always extracts the main points of an article, makes a little analysis, and then lets us absorb this knowledge together. When writing a composition, she asked us to write a real case. Because I was too lazy in primary school, I always wrote a little, and my level was naive and not good-looking. After the teacher knew it, he said to me, "Writing is not very good, but don't be too naive.". Think about the surrounding environment, rain curtain, blue sky and white clouds, which can make your invisible wings fly freely! " After listening to her words, I often pay attention to observation and find that everything around me is so beautiful, so I fly in the sky of composition and improve my writing level. In the meantime, I prefer Chinese.
Chinese is everywhere, and it gives us a pair of invisible wings. Although it is sometimes complicated, such as reading, it is as profound as looking for a needle in a haystack. But sometimes it is your learning realm that sublimates. In fact, Chinese is not limited to a small area and the same topic, and its expressions are varied.
In short, I just like Chinese, an unspeakable love, an unspeakable feeling!