Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
Xia Feng often gets drunk when he smokes.
The white wall set off a room full of books, and the leaves outside the window opened their sleepy eyes and were stunned by the dew. If you walk into this room, even the baby will shut his mouth, open his curious eyes and read every book carefully.
Look, everyone who walks into this room has a cool and bright smile on his mouth. That radian is full of infinite satisfaction. It is because of the holiday that some primary school students may be tired of the environment at home. Three or five people walked into the hall of books together, only to hear the rustling of pens and writing, and the competition was silent.
A few years ago, I went to the National Library for the first time and touched the spine of every book. I couldn't help but sigh: I didn't know how ignorant I was until I walked in here. Comparable to Tian Xiaofei who just entered the library of Peking University.
It was the library that gave me a dream. When I first went to Peking University, I went directly to the library and could only watch her from a distance. Since then, I have made a wish to go to Peking University, which will never change.
The library is the most beautiful place for human beings, where there is the most delicious spiritual food that nourishes bones and muscles, moistens the soul and strengthens the body.
Walking into the library, for me, is like entering the realm of human beauty. Wandering in the sea of books, intoxicated by words, wandering in poetry; I would like to be a sunrise and sprinkle in it; Willing to be a mayfly and die in it; May it be clear water and melt in it.
When I was a child, there was another interesting thing in the library, that is, when I first entered the first grade of primary school, I was able to go to the library to read books independently. My mother always fills me with a glass of water (I didn't know the library provided boiling water at that time). However, every time I come back from the library, it is still full. My mother asked me several times why I didn't drink water, and I always faltered. Later, my mother didn't bother to ask again. Until one night when I was talking in my sleep, my mother asked me the real reason why I didn't drink water. I said, it's because drinking water requires going to the toilet, which will delay reading.
This embarrassing thing later became the laughing stock of our family for a long time.
The library is where I dream of sailing.
Thank you for this beauty, so that I have no regrets in my life.
What is in my youth? 2 youth and happiness, friends and family; Youth is also confused, lonely and hesitant; Youth is also troublesome, with parents and homework. ...
My youth has troubles. I believe that everyone has troubles sometimes. When I was a child, I thought my parents were the most powerful people in the world. When I grew up, I thought they were annoying and kept talking all day.
Start class. This is a Chinese class. After getting ready, the teacher took out his exercise book and said that we would talk about it in this class. After analyzing all these questions, the teacher gave us the correct answers. After analyzing the question, I began to say the correct answer. I was listening and writing, but suddenly I didn't remember the teacher telling the previous part of the answer, so the teacher went on talking. I suddenly feel very annoyed. The teacher spoke so fast that I didn't finish writing the answer to this question. The teacher only read the answer once and then went on to the next question. ...
Finally, after class, when I got home, my mother began to say, "Look, it's a little dark. Why don't you take an umbrella? What's more, you just play all day and don't help with some work at home, and ... "I was so bored that I rushed into the room to read before my mother finished. Mother didn't follow. When I was reading a book, I was thinking about my carefree life as a child. I have no homework, but I play it every day. How happy I am. Unlike a lot of homework now, most of the entertainment time is deprived. I am sad.
At this time, I chatted with my best friend Xiaoming on the Internet. I told him everything about me and suddenly felt much more relaxed. Xiao Ming said: "This is the trouble of adolescence and the normal reaction of people. In fact, you can divert your attention in some ways, so you won't be bored. " After listening to Xiao Ming's coup, I suddenly became cheerful. I listen to songs and exercise on my mobile phone every day. Soon, I became a sunny and cheerful teenager again, and my grades were rising. My mother and teachers were very happy.
My youth has troubles.
Looking out of the window, there are green trees and red walls, bustling crowds, white clouds fluttering, bright sun hanging in the blue sky, bright light passing through the clouds, leaves and mottled light and shadow shining on the earth.
The early morning sun sent the first ray of sunshine to the earth that had just spent a long night, and I started a beautiful day with this ray of sunshine. As soon as I got up, my father put breakfast in front of me, and my mother got up early and heated me a glass of milk. At dinner, my mother began to tell me something I would hear every day, such as "crossing the road safely" and "listening carefully in class". On the surface, I nodded in affirmation, but in fact, these strings flew away one after another. My mother's love "nagging" and my father's breakfast are my first sunshine.
Accompanied by flowers and birds, I walked into the school. When I encounter problems that I can't solve in my study, I will go to the office and ask the teacher. The teacher will always patiently help me sort out the problem-solving ideas, explain the meaning of the problem bit by bit, and finally let me understand the problem. When my life or study is not satisfactory, the teacher will add warmth to my heart, and the dark corners of my heart will be illuminated and inspired. Teacher's education is my second ray of sunshine.
After school, the sun is about to set, and the red light shines on the ground, like being drunk. The colors in the sky change quickly, sometimes red with gold, sometimes light blue with purple. Students work in pairs and talk about their troubles. In the meantime, the fatigue of the whole day will disappear. In fact, it seems that there is no trouble at all, because there is only laughter and frolicking between classmates. The affection between classmates is my third ray of sunshine.
A ray of sunshine may be insignificant, but many rays of sunshine will illuminate everything, add all kinds of brilliance to the earth, shine into people's hearts and be full of warmth. It is these rays of sunshine that have become my most precious youth.
What is the composition in youth? The green curtain on the stage gradually turned into dark green. Summer has appeared, its eyes are burning and shining, and there are patches of red sunshine on the earth. Everywhere my eyes go in summer, it's hot and sunny, and I'm also ushered in the nervous eighth grade next semester.
The cicada outside the window has been chirping, and my heart can't calm down, so I am particularly upset. Unconsciously, my eyes followed the cicada, but my composition assignment did not move. At this moment, my mother suddenly pushed the door and came in. I was surprised and bowed my head guiltily. My mother came over without saying a word, just gently put down a bowl of mung bean soup. I looked up at her, because the boiling temperature was very high, and her sweat ran down her cheeks. I didn't know what to say, so I lowered my head again. At this moment, she said, "You must be tired after studying for so long. Drink some soup to wake up the stomach and reduce the fire. " Say that finish and went out.
I looked at the mung bean soup and saw plumes of smoke floating on it. Mung beans are bright and green, one next to the other. Clear soup is clear and transparent, as if it were crystal clear. It immediately aroused my appetite, and I couldn't wait to take a sip of the bowl. The fullness of mung beans and the fragrance of soup immediately surrounded me. Although cicadas are annoying and the sun is scorching, I feel that the summer heat will dissipate soon after drinking this soup, as if I were not confused and my thoughts were cheerful. It's like I got through the eighteen veins of Ren Du. I tasted it carefully and remembered my mother's tired appearance. I can't help but feel distressed and think.
From then on, my mother would come in and bring me a bowl of mung bean soup from time to time. I also study harder and live up to my mother's hard work and expectations. Finally, I got good results in the opening exam. Seeing my mother happy, I think everything is worth it.
A wisp of fragrance, refreshing, is the best gift my mother gave me in this hot summer. Mom's mung bean soup is still in my heart, which makes me awake and inspires me to move forward.
What is the composition in youth? In the dark room, a ray of sunshine shines on the messy desk, and a piece of yellowed paper stands out. When I picked up this paper with both hands, the box full of memories was instantly opened, and countless new memories emerged.
The blue souvenir of death first appeared and occupied my mind. In the summer of the first year of junior high school, I learned to make wine from my grandfather in my hometown. This year, we chose plum wine that is easy to brew. The formula of each wine is different, and everyone's temperament is different. This is what grandpa told me when he wrote the formula. At that time, I just felt that the words were too abstruse and I didn't think carefully. After this bottle of wine was brewed, a few months later, I couldn't wait to taste the wine that Grandpa said wasn't ready yet, but I was in a hurry. Grandpa couldn't beat me, so he opened the smell of wine and made me cough, astringent and spicy, just like when I was young, I didn't have time to be reckless.
Sweet memories followed, slowly seeping into my heart. Another year has passed. I returned to my old age in the summer vacation. I somehow saw a jar, and I was curious about it. I opened it conveniently. Sweet wine and rich plum fragrance came to my face. I couldn't help taking a bite at the entrance, and it was not so bitter. It's like I grew up and became sweeter and sweeter. At this time, I feel that brewing is a mystery and can bring.
Silky memories came and invaded my whole body defenseless. When I went back this year, I immediately thought of saying plum wine. Grandpa opened it with me, and the fragrance changed a little, not so sweet, mostly melodious nine songs. In the past three years, the taste of wine has changed and become irregular, which makes people puzzled, but it always brings surprises. So much like our unknown life.
The smell of wine is slowly changing, the paper is slowly turning yellow, the handwriting is slowly disappearing, grandpa is slowly getting old, and I am slowly growing up. In youth, time flies and the smell of wine echoes.