The composition of the second day of junior high school 1 jumped over the distant sea and ran to the eastern country. Xiaoqi couldn't help raising her arm and singing loudly. Let the sunshine warm this transparent body and enjoy the pleasant mood in the air. This is a happy city, everyone is laughing happily. The tall fir tree pointed to the far sky, and the painter poured blood on the paper. The blue canvas was divided into small pieces and the children painted pink candy on it. In their hearts, white clouds turned into colored marshmallows. The partners around him pulled Xiaoqi to spin and jump in the air, and an invisible bird danced beside the windmill.
The colorful colors of the windmill slipped around. "It's windy!" Countless crisp cheers came from underground. Xiaoqi touched her long blonde hair, and her big blue eyes couldn't help looking at a magnificent palace. It is a golden flower that has never been seen at the bottom of the sea. Around the high city wall, the petals shine with unparalleled enthusiasm. She went in through a small shutter, and the light red room was embossed with roses. Even if I really can't walk on the ground, I feel very satisfied after pacing several times. Xiaoqi suddenly found a man on the bed. She is too thin, wearing a white pleated skirt but submerged in a red quilt. There is a morbid blush on her pale face, and her eyelashes fly and fly, covering her eyes as deep as an ancient well. Xiao Qi's heart beat with emotion. She leaned down, kissed the girl on the cheek and tasted the salty water.
Twilight bells came from temples in the suburbs and echoed among castles, urging people who could not bear to leave. Xiaoqi stepped back from the window and made the bead curtain sound. The city already has sparse lights and plumes of fireworks are emitted from the chimneys.
When Xiaoqi came, his companion Zhuzi took Xiaoqi with him. When he talked about selling fish and shrimp by the river, they jumped into the water. It is said that the young monk in the temple stole honey and lied to the master that he was hit by a board. Excitedly pointing to the kite in the sky, describing the auspicious clouds painted by women and the whispers written by children. Xiaoqi felt indescribable magic, but she was absent-minded about the girl. Ask jade softly.
Beads are rarely silent. It was not until all the houses were brightly lit and a full moon was embedded in the air that she whispered, "The girl you met is called Lesotho. She hasn't been out for a long time. As a princess, she could have lived a better life by marrying a neighboring country. But I insisted on staying here and broke my leg. " The voice of the beads was too low to hear, but they didn't continue. "She looked at xiao qi, very happy. Believe me, well, my dear girl, tomorrow, we will start again. "
The night really came, and all was silent. Xiaoqi came to Lesotho and fell asleep. She wants to spend the night with Lesotho. The next morning, the sun poured in generously and the whole room was bright. Princess Lesotho was carried to a chair by a maid and dressed in white, like an angel arrival. Xiaoqi leaned her head behind her and was speechless for a moment. Outside the back window is an endless sunflower field. The little suns looked at the east in unison, so determined and persistent, rooted in the soil, with thick stems holding thick handle plates, delicate petals stretching, and the night dew slipping gently, washing everything beautiful. The smell of talking lingers in Xiao Qi's nose. She hugged Lesotho tightly with her eyes closed, and she felt tears again. She stared at the beautiful girl, crayons slipped from her thin fingertips, and the picture book had become cold. Xiaoqi was surprised to see the white reeds in her notebook, which covered the boat and cast a pair of shadows on the water. She knows where she is going.
Xiaoqi said thoughtfully, "Goodbye, Lesotho, but we will meet again soon."
An inch of time and an inch of gold are hard to buy.
Those days that can't go back are probably the past. The past is the past, and this is the past. At that time, everything was extremely long, but in the past, it was just a blink of an eye. I don't remember what happened in the past. My classmates say that I am a fish's memory-only seven seconds-what happened today will be forgotten tomorrow, and what happened tomorrow will be forgotten the next day. But only I know, and the reason I can't remember is-remember, what's the good of forgetting the past. Cherish the present, look forward to the future, don't stay in the past, grasp what you have now and look forward to the future. This is what I should do-I have always thought so.
However, when I unconsciously left the primary school, left the pupils, and left the red scarf. With an extremely heavy schoolbag on my back, I sat at a desk full of books and stuffed myself into a timetable full of courses such as mathematics, Chinese and English. When the classmates around me complained that time passed too fast, I recalled my primary school time and was surprised to find that my primary school time was almost blank! Although I have slowly found some memories that I almost discarded in the corner of my brain, the surprise at that time is still fresh in my memory.
In the book, I know that those times that I can't go back are called youth, but I think time has never left. Because we have our memories, we are writing our own youth!
I will become, just like many years ago. I will leave, just like many years ago. I'm here, just like you. I'm leaving, just like you did many years ago. My youth, visiting here. I believe that time will never leave!
The third essay in the second day of junior high school is "fast now, fast enough to disturb life."
I don't know which philosopher's words make me feel the same way. Every day, my schedule is to turn off the lights at ten o'clock, get up at six o'clock and shuttle between school and home. Before I could say good morning to my family and goodbye to my classmates, I started a new round of running.
In yawning math class, when the teacher had a few seconds to write on the blackboard, I looked up and saw the green hills outside the window. Several egrets wandered gracefully in the air, and clouds of different shapes glided across the sky ... I was so excited that I suddenly lost a trace of sleepiness.
"Go, go to the balcony!"
Finally, the class was over, and with a stiff function image in my mind, I just wanted to have a rest, so I was dragged by my friend to see the little flower she planted in the corner of the plant. Small, pink, against the same small green leaves, looks lovely. I stopped thinking about the homework on the desk, but slowed down and looked at the pots of flowers and plants on the windowsill, marveling at the beauty I didn't usually notice. The lingering sleepiness in the morning was completely dispelled by the freshness in front of me.
"Go, go to the library! There are new books. "
At noon, I finished my meal early, and then I hurried to the library with my friends to find the books I wanted to read. I ran to the third shelf and thought, this should be it. I stood on tiptoe and passed the first row, the first row and the second row ... There was still no one in the last row, and I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I walked slowly along the bookshelf and suddenly saw this dream book. If I take it out and open it, I will be immersed in the ups and downs of the story. Time seems to have been lengthened, and a noon has been in the story for more than ten years.
"Come on, come to my secret garden!"
My friend especially likes flowers and plants and all kinds of small animals. When I failed the English exam at noon, she always dragged me to her secret base to see some new little mushrooms, a bird's nest that didn't know when it appeared. ...
I admire her carefulness. She can find some freshness in such a big campus.
Today, I walked with her. As usual, I thought she was walking too slowly, but when I turned around inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of branches all over the tree. The golden shades are alternately stacked on the trees, and the thick and faint fragrance comes with the wind. Autumn is here! I have never felt that this tree is alive. I feel speechless when I think of her frequent complaints about my carelessness. I finally know how much subtle beauty she found in the few seconds when she bowed her head and hurried forward.
A casual glance in math class, relaxing in the flowers and plants after class, comfortable reading in the library, and unexpected discoveries when walking around the campus … may be just a few extravagant slow hours in the fast-paced life.
And slowing down time can let us find more beauty.
So is life. We don't have to ignore the flowers and plants along the way just because we bow our heads and hurry, nor do we have to run hard for our goals. Maybe we should slow down and pursue some insignificant beauty in this slow time. In the final analysis, the most important thing is not the result of happiness or sadness, but the process of sweating and struggling, and the beauty and philosophy of life realized in this process.
If time can go back, I really hope I can change the past. Why? Let me tell you something!
I have four good friends, including Chen Ruyi, Lin Ziwei, CoCo Lee and Wu Simin. They are not only my good friends, but also my good sisters. They like me very much. Because of my enthusiasm, liveliness and humor, they pushed me to the throne of "big sister".
Being a big sister is awesome. They all listen to me, not reluctantly, but very happy, because I am good to them and they like me very much. ( )
However, the good times did not last long. I recently fell in love with an anime "Little Witch donemi". Usually I only tell them interesting things in my life, and I have become an idiot who always talks about anime content, which makes them confused and incomprehensible, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it, and I still have a good time. ...
These two days, I always feel that they seem to hate me. ...
"ah! Chen Ruyi, I ... ""I know, did you watch that cartoon again yesterday? Stop it, I'm bored to death! " Chen Ruyi immediately interrupted me.
Lin Ziwei!' "Oh, it's Huang Jingyi. By the way, don't always say "little witch donemi" in the future. What a nuisance! " I have no choice but to leave.
CoCo Lee!' I shouted, but CoCo Lee saw me turn and run away. I thought to myself: Why did she ignore me?
And Wu Simin, although she was very young and studied for a year, she was still not interested in those cartoons, so I didn't go to her.
Don't, don't they really like me? Are you really tired of me? I began to regret: why am I always so selfish? Always trying to impose your preferences on others?
If I can go back in time, I hope I can change it!
On the busy street, pedestrians bow their heads in a hurry; In business, people are interested in a little power and money; In fast food restaurants, there are always some people who eat in a hurry and then leave silently.
Shouldn't people be peaceful, happy, simple and natural? Does time pass too fast and destroy human nature?
Slow down time, slow down. ...
I came home from work, exhausted. Now, let time slow down, slow down. Boil a pot of spring water and listen to the water talking to itself; Make a cup of fragrant tea and let the fragrance diffuse in the room with the wind. Hold a good book, let the ink rush into the nasal cavity, and let the brain get a full wash. Tired, gently close the book and look out of the window, watching the bright full moon hanging high in the air and the surrounding stars blinking at you. At this time, all was silent, only crickets were playing an insect concert, and there was a faint harmony. The cool breeze gently brushed the ear, bringing a refreshing, moonlight gently sprinkled on the ground, empty. In it, time will slow down, slow down, and a feeling of comfort and pleasure will rise in my heart. Do you feel lighter than usual?
Spring is a rare day off. Now, let time slow down, slow down. Walking on the grass, accepting the baptism of sunshine, listening to the harmony of birds singing and looking at the flowers around, will all the troubles of the week disappear? Or go to the bamboo garden to play, watching the spring bamboo shoots drill out of the ground, bracken on the roadside also rises in Ran Ran, and Yingshanhong also spreads a red carpet on the mountain. Tired of walking, there are bright red wild fruits embedded in the bushes like stars on the roadside. Pick one, is it sour and sweet, and can't express the pleasure? In it, time will slow down, slow down and wash away all the dust in my heart. At this moment, is there a sense of joy in my heart?
Or, at work, I am exhausted. Now, let time slow down, slow down. Take a nice nap in your position and drive away all the drowsiness in your body. Or have a cup of hot coffee and let the aroma fly freely in the office. Take a sip gently, the rich aroma whirls in the throat, and the fatigue is swept away. At this time, time will slow down, slow down, and happiness will rise in my heart. I wonder if there will be a little smile in my heart compared with usual?
Let time slow down, forget the busyness in life and find the simplest happiness. At this point, you will feel that life is suddenly full of happiness.
Slow down time, slow down. ...
The second day of writing composition 6 leans under the tree, and the book is still spread on the knee. I looked up and looked at those tiny leaves that revealed mottled shimmer, like jade, suddenly and infinitely sad. "How long is this leaf?"
Touching the trunk is rude, but it gives life to the holy spirit. Count carefully how much sunshine you still have. Sometimes, what do I want to do and why should I do it? I don't even know. Forgot the rhythm of breathing. How forgetful people are!
Among hundreds of millions of people, I am just a nobody. Like a dense tree, tiny branches and buds, although it further shows its extraordinary. But who will pay attention to every hidden leaf?
I like to look forward to a bright future; Sometimes life is like a movie, I am the protagonist, wandering in my own world. Yes, there is no one here, not because those people have disappeared in my own world, but because they have lost their steps in this dazzling world.
I like snow. White snow is not hard, but it has a holy beauty. The coming of winter means the passage of time, and a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past time, I suddenly feel that time is like snow, fleeting in the long river of years and melting away.
In trivial time, I just muddle along. When I came to this strange school in the first day of junior high school, I entered the ocean of knowledge but didn't know how to enjoy it. I also stepped into the sea of pressure and wasted a lot of trivial time until the second day of junior high school.
There is always time, as long as we explore. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Time is like a sponge. Squeeze, there will always be. " During this wonderful time, I found that I also have a lot of things to do.
The sun shines on the earth, so warm. My classmates and I galloped on the playground, chasing the sun. Sweat flows down from me like running water, which is the crystallization of time and the sun. The wind in winter does not bring cold, but it is as soft as spring breeze. It's beautiful, racing against time and walking with the sun and the moon. This is the meaning of trivial time. Hay and winter wind blend together, they are like fresheners, which make people relaxed and happy, ah! Trivial time used to be around me, but I didn't explore it. As romain rolland said, "There is no shortage of beauty in this world, but the eyes that find beauty."
Trivial time is around us, we just need to find it and enjoy it. Flowers bloom on the other side. Bathed in a halo, I am no longer that frivolous teenager. Unique me, always show the truest character. Face your friends and yourself. Try to play your part, even if it's just a foil.
Some people always can't tell what is good, but no one can replace it. In those days and things ...
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That night, the ethereal moonlight reminded me of the clouds in my hometown and the river that entangled my thoughts. I have been in this middle school for more than a year. In this seemingly ordinary and unforgettable time, we have bitterness, laughter, sadness and joy. The last thing I can give up is the teacher's love for us.
Autumn season, the harvest is just around the corner, a "swine flu" has become an uninvited guest, quickly swept the city, and some "red people" have come to our school. Teachers were exhausted during the swine flu epidemic. Life teacher gave us vinegar in the corridor, pungent, but full of love. When we are in class, the life teacher should take care of the students who are isolated because of fever: urge them to take medicine, take their temperature and drink more water. Perhaps such a small detail is nothing to others, but it deeply touched me. Equally busy are the teachers in the teaching area who cook ginger soup for us. Ginger soup is very spicy but warm, and this fiery warmth has reached our hearts.
Because of the flu, most students in our class were isolated and missed a lot of classes, and we were students in the experimental class, so we felt Alexander. However, compared with teachers, these pressures on us are insignificant. Teachers should catch up with the progress, make sure to finish the teaching within a certain time, and leave us enough time to review. I don't know how many nights, when we have slept soundly and the windows of the teachers' dormitory are still shining with bright lights; I don't know how many days, when we are having fun, the teacher writes lesson plans in the office ... all this is only for us to get better grades and have a better and brighter future.
If we are wind chimes, then the teacher is the breeze that blows away our hearts; If we are grass, then the teacher is rain and dew, nourishing our hearts; If we are birds, then the teacher is the vast sky, let us fly freely ... The teacher's love for us can't be expressed in words. Let us always remember those times and things, bury our gratitude in our hearts, make better achievements with our own efforts, and live up to the love of our teachers in those times.
On the morning of the third day of the trip, the group came to Nanjianyan, commonly known as the fairyland on earth. To tell you the truth, I think this is the most tiring place of Joeri IV. After breakfast in the morning, go straight to the scenic spot and change to a minibus on the mountain road. It took 45 minutes to experience the winding mountain road, which was rugged and difficult to walk ... After reaching the top of Tianzhu Peak, the morning "Race for the Peak" activity began. I believe that my physical fitness is not bad. I am a member of the school swimming team, with developed limbs and neat legs. After walking through this steep mountain road, I looked back and saw a large group of people panting behind me. Ha ha! A little show off in an ostentatious manner.
After lunch on the mountain, we left the fairyland on earth. We drove down the mountain and saw natural scenery, stacked screens, lush trees and wild flowers and weeds. Just when my senses were drowsy and I was wandering in the sky, the bus suddenly stopped and arrived at our next stop: Tangmuyuan Hot Spring.
This is a hot spring pavilion built on the mountain in winter and summer. It takes no more than fifteen minutes to walk from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The mountains are full of flowers and trees, and the ancient trees are towering. It is said that some trees are over 150 years old. And hot springs are hidden among these flowers and trees. Through clever layout and careful collocation, the spirituality of water is consistent with the surrounding scenery. I put on my bathrobe and walked along the path paved with goose soft stones. I walked into the embrace of this water, as if I were in the depths of the forest, feeling the transpiration of mist and clouds.
Soak in the water and let this warm spring water surround me. Through the cracks in the treetops, I watched the golden sunset seep sunlight into the water, forming spots of different sizes. With a gentle wave of my hand, I stirred the light spot into glittering and translucent pieces and kept jumping in the water. Take a breath and exhale all your usual troubles. Open your eyes and feel relieved.
The ancients always said that feng shui must be related to mountains and rivers. Where there are mountains and rivers, talents come forth in large numbers, because nature puts survival first. People with good water and air and the same quality can live in such a place. Can you be less aura? Can't you breathe more? No wonder some Buddhists and Taoists will find such a clean place, and they will become immortals. Although I don't want to become an immortal, I can get a moment's relief and enjoy the gift of nature to mankind by blowing a cool breeze in the wild mountains, smelling the pleasant air and smelling the dust on my body.
I found that many students who felt very tired when climbing mountains in the morning were so relaxed and comfortable at the moment. In fact, the pain on the soles of the feet has been relieved a lot because of the hot spring water, which really fulfilled the sentence "The happiest moment is always after the most difficult moment". The same is true if you zoom in on your study life. No matter how difficult the problem in front of you is, or what kind of trough you are in, don't be too desperate, because the beauty in front of you can always be in sharp contrast with the bad at that time, and then you can always understand what it's like to soak in a hot spring in winter, and always feel the cold before enjoying the warmth!
I always feel it's still early. It is not too late.
It's winter in a flash. I like the cold wind in winter. Even if the face is cold, it is very' comfortable'.
I still remember the teenagers who were eleven or twelve rushed out of the school gate and went crazy everywhere, and came back with them in the afternoon with a high temperature of more than 30 degrees.
Running on the road with a schoolbag on your back, letting the warm wind blow on your cheeks.
If you give me some time.
Some people say that time is like a handful of sand in your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it will run. On the contrary, your grip is very loose.
It will become more honest.
But these so-called time sands will always run out, right?
Between heaven and earth, if a white pony passes by [note: a white horse is like the sun; Gap: gap. Like a little white horse running in front of a small gap. Describe how time flies. 】, suddenly.
Time ... feels cold.
No one wants to be a child looking for time, but ... how many people really care about time,
No one can be spared from being a child who has lost time. Everyone has to meet that ruthless time ... but not every time.
They are all called fleeting time.
Youth, what a beautiful word. Perhaps everyone thought that youth would never end. But it's endless
Youth will end one day,
When I was young and frivolous, I wasted all that time.
Take advantage of the good times and read it well.
Take advantage of the good times and hate once.
Make good use of your time and have fun.
The second day composition 10 "Where has the time gone? It took me a long time to see your eyes …" A tearful "Where has the time gone" evokes the memories of adults and people's sigh that they hope the time will pass slowly.
Thank you for your time! You went there so soon. I grew up with the ticking. In the past, you had to stand on tiptoe to see your forehead in the toilet mirror. Now, you can see a slim girl in the familiar toilet mirror. I once squatted on grandma's knee and asked her to tie my ponytail. Now I can pick up the wooden comb and think hard to find a strange hairstyle for myself. In the past, I had to stand on a bench to rummage through a beautiful coat in the closet. When you see something you like, put it on, look around in the mirror and smile foolishly. Now I picked up a coat and put it on. I didn't want to look in the mirror and left in a hurry.
Maybe this is the charm of time! How amazing it is to turn an ignorant little girl into a girl who is no longer careless.
Thank you for your time! You live too slowly. If I am in the arms of your well-adjusted family, I will enjoy the care from my parents and big brother. Inadvertently, I felt a sense of loss, because my father's sideburns flashed white hair, because my mother's hands became rough, and because the number of times my eldest brother came home became very small. But it is precisely because of the constant loss you have brought me that I understand that when I grow up, I have not only age but also responsibility on my shoulders. Slow down and live. Looking forward to my future, the future is bright. Go to a famous university, do a well-paid job, keep me busy, and enjoy family happiness for my parents. Can you slow down? I want to do every step now and take the smoothest road in the future.
Thank you for your time! Because of your unhurried law, your rhythm is never disordered, so that the seeds of good wishes can take root and sprout in my heart, blossom and bear fruit. Thank you for your time! You made me a hard gardener and escorted this seed.
Reading makes us healthy; Reading makes us beautiful; Reading makes us wise. Let every student want to read, love reading, love reading, know h