Writing articles in the first day of junior high school 1 Time to cook rain, time to sew flowers. The sun shines on Muxuange, and the moonlight cuts poetry at dusk. Dian Mo Xiang Shu, Bo Shan Hao Comic Gallery. Spring flowers have quiet dreams, flowing water is quiet, a stream is quiet, years are singing, and summer rain is poetic and foggy. Autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, maple butterflies are flying, and winter snow is full of butterflies.
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Gently take the hand of the years, step into the ocean of flowers, stroll in the fleeting time of flowers, hold a small umbrella, dance in the blue sky, powder like clouds, hair like clouds. With a crystal-like heart, walk quietly on strangers and watch a love that devours everything. The story in the fleeting time lingers in the long corridor of the years, with faint notes and faint fragrance.
Time cooks rain, time sews flowers. Meet the flowers and meet the beauty, and help the flowers gently taste the flowers. Time flies gently, flowers bloom a little inadvertently, the picture scroll of Zen is faint, the story in fate goes far in time, if the heart is simple, look at the clouds and clouds, and see the flowers bloom and fall faintly.
Time cooks rain, time sews flowers. The sun shines on Muxuange, and the moonlight cuts poetry at dusk. Point ink books, wave landscape comic gallery.
Melodious rhythm, tapping the heartstrings, clever notes playing poems, curling ink, long hair fluttering, sleeves full of fragrance, tapping the heartstrings. Memories, lingering, sunny flowers, gentle winds, elegant clouds and clear springs flowing from the heart are the most touching emotions in the world. Cold and fragrant, fragrant, singing the music of life softly, echoing in the world. ......
Pastoral soul, bamboo flute quietly played a song, clear voice fills the sky, quietly walking on the stranger, watching a love that devours everything, white clouds on the horizon, elegant breeze, clouds flowing around the shoulders. Your skirt is dancing like a white cloud, your bright eyes are rippling, and the sun shines on your cheeks, just like a blooming peach blossom.
Plain clothes's white gauze is as beautiful as a flower, and the waterfall flies, smiling at the sunset glow.
The dew is crystal clear, the petals are fragrant, the stories of the past years are fragrant, the breeze blows away the warmth, the sunset glow reflects the smiling face, and the fragrance in memory echoes in time and space.
May the words flow, the years sew, the poems touch the ink, the flowers bloom and fall, and the silent cultivation on the sacred land of the soul will yield a freshness, a joy and a calmness, so it is good.
Listening to the music in the time corridor, the ancient charm is mellow, and the fingertips are quiet and fragrant as you wander through a millennium painting gallery in Mo Chi.
Cut off the breeze, elegant and gentle, blowing off the book fragrance, faint floral and ink fragrance floating in the wind, gardenia white flowers swaying in the breeze, dewdrops faint, this white flower is elegant and fragrant, and the floral fragrance is at the fingertips.
Time cooks rain, time sews flowers. Light words flow, flat and warm, white clouds are elegant, and the breeze is warm. Walking in the years, how many past events have gone with the wind. Holding a flower and smiling, holding a small umbrella in the drizzle, hazy Shiyu, cutting the breeze, drizzle tightly woven, like thousands of silk threads, sewed flowers.
Listen to the rain by the window, drop ink into notes, listen to the sound of time cooking rain, and enjoy the sewing of years. Taste a cup of fragrant tea, listen to a Zen sound, and taste the warm time between words in the quiet years. When the rain cracks, the ink will bloom.
Glittering snowflakes, boiling snowflakes, looking for picturesque poetry, flawless feelings, touching the human story on ink and wash. Stroll through the gallery, enjoy a quiet elegance, find a trace of beauty in the snow, put on plum blossom clothes, fly white butterflies, and smell the fragrance of the world.
Listening to the monsoon singing, the words are affectionate, the pen and ink are fragrant, and the songs are shallow, crossing the long river of history and the corridor of years, leaving behind the long river of history and immortal poems in the fleeting time. Sunshine is warm in my heart, smile on my face, elegance with a unique feeling, walking in the world with the attitude of a flower, sunshine in my heart, warm smile, love in my heart and flowers in all seasons.
Time cooks rain, time sews flowers. Thoughts flow, the past rises with the wind, let memories gently write notes and ink into incense, and write stories in time with ink. There will be a fragrant boat swaying gently in the distance, and it will be fragrant between words and hearts. As long as there is sunshine in the heart, beautiful flowers will bloom in the heart garden, and the heart will bloom like a lotus.
Time cooks rain, time sews flowers. Spring flowers have quiet dreams, flowing water is quiet, a stream is quiet, years are singing, and summer rain is poetic and foggy. Autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, maple butterflies are flying, and winter snow is full of butterflies.
When the rain cooks, the years sew flowers. The tab of Jing Shu leaves a faint ink fragrance in time, meets the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, enjoys the picturesque scenery, and the words are sung softly in the corridor of the years. ......
The bell of the fourth class finally rang. As soon as the teacher left, I rushed out of the classroom door, ready to fight the "rice ball army" and took out my weapon-spoon! Alas ~ I was on duty this morning and got up late again (voiceover: Oooo ... Mom, I know I was wrong. I will never read with a quilt and a flashlight on at night again! Ken ate a few bites of bread and rushed out of the house. In the third class, my stomach was empty and I just lasted two classes. Now it's chest to back! It suddenly occurred to me that my Q pet penguin once said on the desktop, "Sister Plum Blossom (because I am Plum Blossom), I'm not hungry at all now, just putting my chest on my back, which is nothing to penguins!" I wish I were a penguin. Thinking that the "rice ball army" had arrived, I immediately grabbed a box, oh ~ it was the "rice tribe", "tomato corps" and "green vegetable brigade"! I can't help but frown. The first two were easy for me to beat them, but the "Green Vegetable Brigade" was definitely a strong enemy ... and finally the attack failed. Forget it, I can't afford to hide if I can't fight? Let the "green vegetable brigade" live for one day (voiceover: dizzy! Obviously, you can't beat others. What a big breath! )
After lunch, the most enjoyable thing is to enjoy the sunshine. It's only early summer, and the air is still filled with fragrance and the purity of sky blue, just like a child's clear eyes-pure and transparent.
What to do next? Yes, the school has just developed a reading room. Let's go there. Snow-white walls, brand-new tables and chairs, and the most attractive ones are magazines that are placed on rows of bookshelves and smell like ink! You did a good job. I plunged into this pile of books. ...
"Bell ..." The bell rang suddenly. Shit! I have to study by myself in the morning! I put down my book, flew out of the reading room, climbed to the third floor and rushed into the classroom. Hoo-fortunately, the head teacher didn't come!
The afternoon self-study came, and the noon time slipped through my fingers.
Recently, a new library has been opened downstairs. Our family is so excited! Reading, but all three of us have the same hobby!
No, our family reported on New Year's Day! The huge reading room is empty today, haha, our family has already booked a room! Not much to say, not much to grind, in many bibliographies, we quickly found our own love book and couldn't wait to read it!
This state of reading is amazing! "History Crazy" Dad is sitting on the sofa, holding a history of World War II in his hand, and his eyes are sometimes blurred, sometimes confused, and sometimes brilliant. When an idea in this book touched him and got on the right track with him, dad would smile and say, "Good!" " Every now and then. On the other side, my mother is holding an anti-aging history leisurely. That can fully see how much a woman pays attention to the seriousness of face value! She seems eager to immerse herself in the book! She will remember the main points of this book. When she meets classic clips, she will copy them into a notebook or take photos with her mobile phone to save them, and see my mother absorbed. I will give up! I, on the other hand, crossed my legs with milk and looked at the well-known Tomb Raider Notes. Seeing the exciting plot, I couldn't help humming, but it disturbed my mother's silence! She glared and a "murderous look" came to her face. I quickly restrained myself and continued reading! In this way, smelling the fragrance of ink and wash, the breathing and heartbeat of the three of us are accompanied by the ebb and flow of thoughts, which is so satisfying and obsessed!
When the three of us came out, it was already dead of night! At this time, the cold wind is like a knife, creatures are like meat, and the earth is like a chopping block, and it is hard to split at us. The "old" leaves can't hold on, and they blend into the soil in winter. However, we are not cold, because our hearts are warm! Along the way, we exchanged our feelings and shared each other's gains. At this moment, the mind is extremely relaxed and happy, and the hearts of the three people seem to be closer!
In the moonlight, in the book, family ties stand out!
It's sunny today, and it's golden after being washed by the sea, which makes people feel very refreshing.
Suddenly, the quarrel between two people broke the silence. "Don't run! Look at my sand missile and shout. Liu Fei vomitted to stick out tongue, made a face and said, "ha ha! If you can't hit it, you can't hit it. Look at my dragon bomb. "When the dragon bomb was about to hit Lu Hao, suddenly a beam of light fell from the sky and the two disappeared." This is there! "Said Liu Fei touching his head. Hao Lu caught a man listening to a song. Who is this? "The man glanced at Hao Lu and said," This is the year of 20xx ",and then left." What 20xx years! I don't understand "... the day is coming to an end. They ate nothing. They saw the food in other people's hands and swallowed. Poor guy, they met someone, right? I wonder who he is. Hao Lu and Luffy jumped up, but they didn't even have the strength to jump up because they hadn't eaten all day. "Hao Lu, Luffy, why are you here? "The man in black asked who are you? Why do you know our names? "Hao Lu shouted, what did you say? "Said the man in black, taking off his hat. Lufei saw the familiar face, and her voice became moist: "Master, my disciples finally met you. "
Hao Lu woke up at this time: "Ah! Master "? Plot review: (In the past, when the master was teaching his disciples martial arts in the martial arts school, suddenly a beam of light fell from the sky and the master disappeared. Since then, everyone has been looking for the master for three years, but they still can't find it. Some people say that he is dead, others say that he was taken away by God. Anyway, what is that light? Please see Adventure of Time 3.
If there is a time machine in the world, please let me go back to the past and the days when I was with you. -inscription
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The afterglow of the sunset dyed the earth golden, and a lonely figure was printed on the Ferris wheel. There is an empty seat next to the man, which seems to be specially prepared for someone.
Looking at the milky yellow sun in the sky, I saw a faint sadness in my eyes and murmured, "Will we meet again?" "
Some self-deprecating smile, a silence.
Time flies, the man came to the top of the Ferris wheel, bathed in golden sunshine, the shadow of the man was drawn long, and his eyes were a little more determined.
Next second, jump.
Time seems to have solidified. In a blink of an eye, the figure of that person disappeared, leaving a lonely Ferris wheel and a long reflection, sticking to their duties and silently rotating.
Everything in the world is in good order, but people always feel that something is missing and something very important is missing.
Gradually, no one remembered the name-Xia Yisu.
Calendar is a record of years and the best witness of the passage of time.
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The bright morning light, in the early winter morning, reveals an ice-like cyan. I woke up from my sleep and tore up a page of my calendar. At first glance, it is 20xx65438+1 October1. Only then did I find that I tore it not just for one day, but for a whole year.
What I tore up was a spring, a gorgeous spring full of surprises, such as "all loves can't be caged, a apricot blossom comes out of the wall", "The wind wrinkles a pool of spring water" and "the grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple flowers compete for grass". Breeze, catkins and sunshine are quiet and warm. Blue sky, white clouds and warblers are harmonious and agile. Soil, wild flowers and trees are full of vitality. Bathed in the warm spring breeze, lying on the grass, let your thoughts drift with the flow.
What I tore was a summer, when a pomegranate bloomed red and the lotus was green, and "the canoe was fragrant and the weather was beautiful"; Mandarin ducks play in the water, white cranes shine their wings, and in summer, the willows sway across the lake. Clouds open and fog disperse, and the sunset is red. It's sunny and cool in Xu Lai. Cicadas sing in the woods. In the afterglow of the sunset, the children are running wildly, and the old people are sitting in rocking chairs and chatting. All this is beautiful like a silhouette painting.
I tore up an autumn, a warm and delicate autumn. Autumn is brilliant, elegant and soft, but not unassuming. When you see a yellow leaf falling from the tree, spinning a beautiful arc in the air with nostalgia, being plated with gold by the sun and falling to the ground, you will realize that autumn is coming. At this time, the wind seems to be particularly gentle and unobtrusive, but it has engraved a unique charm in silence.
I tore up a winter. In the cold morning, I always want to be an idle person, walk in the vast world, put on a hat, let Bo Xue fall on his shoulder, find a plum and pick the fine snow on the petals. When I got home, I lit a small fire in the hall, ordered some tea, fried snow and enjoyed the article. Make a pot of tea, hold a roll of ancient books, and think quietly under the bean light.
What is torn off is the calendar, but what cannot be torn off is our memories.
The wind is still blowing, the clouds have been floating, it seems that everything around us has not changed, and we are unconsciously on the road to growth! In this way, childhood faded away from us bit by bit, leaving eternal memories.
Now I suddenly miss it a little. It was our young time.
In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, happy, sad, ignorant and surprised ... At that time, only Tao was ordinary, but now that I think about it, everything is worth pondering.
I still remember that the first time I made a mistake was because I was naive. My parents just blamed me in a worried tone and said a few words casually. I may have been afraid when I was a child, but now I think about it, it is full of love and concern. Today, I relive my parents' love and care for me who was naughty at that time. The weather is as warm as the spring breeze, and the scene of riding a bike for the first time comes to my mind. At that time, I was so scared that I stood next to the car. I was always afraid and didn't want to get on the bus. It is my parents' encouraging eyes and kind words that make me strong. I stood up again and again from the fall, learned to be independent, and stood up from where I fell! The scar of my childhood fall still remains on my arm. At that time, it was very painful, and now it is comforted gently, as if it were a glorious medal. Time was blown away by the wind and I came to the scene of cooking for the first time. I wanted to surprise my parents, but I cooked the rice as hard as a stone, leaving no food at home and waiting for my mother to cook. I was so sad that I dug a hole and buried myself. My parents actually touched my head and praised me for growing up. My excitement is beyond words! Now think how naive I used to be! Laugh for the ugly duckling turning into a white swan, laugh and sigh for the stupid emperor streaking, and cry for the kind mermaid turning into foam. ...
Those happy or sad pictures are gently blown away by the wind of the years, and in a short time, we are already young teenagers. The future road is still waiting for us to choose, but the childhood full of childlike innocence and the years blown by the wind will be the most brilliant stroke in my life, engraved in my heart.
Speaking of physical education class in our class, 100 ants can be killed, which is too hard.
Except for 15 minutes of formal class, do some Tai Chi [I remember there was a guy named Taj in our class (who used to sit behind me with the "young master"), and when the teacher announced that he was going to do Tai Chi, the whole class rushed to him], and there were few others, so that everyone could move freely and die.
The sports facilities in our school are ok (not as good as primary schools), except the necessary basketball court, horizontal bar, sand and so on, as well as table tennis tables. Generally, few boys play table tennis. They all went to the basketball court to have fun. Only some gentle girls play. The reason why they say "tender" here is because they only know how to kick off and play a simple duet (those who are good at table tennis will develop in other places, such as basketball and badminton). As long as there are faster or fiercer balls, they will fly away like bombs. I played with them several times and found that they couldn't mobilize at all, so I stopped. Followed by badminton. Badminton is male and female, because there are more beats and fewer balls in the school (there is a teacher's parking lot next to badminton, and we often bump into the canopy when playing, so we can see clearly from upstairs: how many balls does badminton have! ! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ... In short, there are many, and there will never be 20. ), so it is necessary for everyone to play together. Because it is mixed martial arts, we want to win glory for ourselves, so we usually go home sweating when we feather, and we can't even lift our hands the next day.
Finally, basketball. In the sun, those men run around, whether they grab the ball or not-they don't care, they focus on participation! But sometimes we girls get angry, wow! Is there any rule that the brainless guy actually throws the ball at his own basketball stand? !
Of course, my personal favorite is badminton. However, because girls were liberated later than boys (they couldn't run, so they were trained), when we arrived at the equipment room first, we were panting-alas! All the good beats have been taken away, leaving only the neglected "wounded soldiers". However, something is better than nothing, and I will break my arm in the future.
I am the "invincible" and "well-known" super beater in my class, because I work hard. Several times, the racket was thrown out of my face because of the falling force, but the handle was left in my hand ... After a week, I went to find someone to play, and no one dared to play with me-girl: Ah! ! I want to play table tennis! In vain! Boy: You are too strong, aren't you? Candidly admit defeat! ! ..... this ... this, I'm going to play with the "rookie" over there. You can play alone, free of charge! ! -sometimes it is not an opponent if it is too "powerful".
For basketball: alas ~ ~ how can you get such an idiot?
I can't throw at the nearest distance (sophistry: it's not my fault, but the school ball is too bad, the basketball stand is too high, and the students are too noisy to affect me ... Conscience: how can everyone else throw in, but you can't? )
Playing badminton crazily yesterday caused my brain to be in a daze. When the Sports Commission asked me if I wanted to take part in the shooting competition, I actually agreed in a daze (the requirements of the competition: not only men, but also women, and all the girls in the class did not take part, so I took part alone). Today, I obviously want to get rid of it, and the list has been handed over to the student union ... forget it, or I will be despised to death.
The first day of writing 9 flowers has a reopening day, and people are no longer young. Time goes by unconsciously. In a blink of an eye, six years of wonderful primary school campus life passed in a hurry. I also changed from an ignorant little doll to a slim girl. Inadvertently, I suddenly turned around and realized that time seems to have feet. Accidentally, it flew past my eyes with a whoosh. In the shade of the sun, I silently counted that more than 4000 days had passed away from me, but I didn't know it. When I woke up, my heart was deeply sad. Time, a naughty and selfless spirit, ran away from my heart full of regret. Six years is like an arrow. Not that it passed quickly, but when I found thousands of arrows in my heart, I regretted my dull eyes in class and the minutes I wasted.
I often want to ask, swallows leave in autumn and willows come in spring. However, why are our times gone forever? Time is like a gauze, blown away by the breeze; Such as raindrops, evaporated by the sun, leaving only memories of yesterday and nostalgia for the past. The day before yesterday was yesterday's history; Yesterday is a memory of today. Every time the sun rises, it's another day. Every time the sun goes down, it's another day. Today is a brand-new day, but time is gone forever. Although today is a new day, yesterday's today no longer exists. What can we do except wander? Just in a hurry? Just sigh the passage of time? No, it won't. The passage of time has given me a brand-new tomorrow and memories of yesterday and the past. It also ignited our beautiful vision for a new day and gave us confidence in facing everything. Do you want that naughty little guy to take up all your time? Although time is limited, it is a sign that inspires us. Let's race against time and make unlimited achievements in a limited time!
Time goes by unintentionally, in concentration and in laughter, but time makes us full of hope for the future. Time flies and comes and goes in a hurry. I will cherish time like gold and look back on my six-year study career. Knowing that time waits for no one is my greatest gain, which will benefit me a lot in my life.