A clear face is 600 words 1 sea of people, and many people have become passers-by in the journey of life, like meteors, leaving only beautiful moments. However, there are clear faces in my mind, which makes me so attached.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Mother gave us life, gave me a warm family, opened up a hot land of my whole soul, propped up a sunny sky of love and gave me everything. When suffering from wind and rain, she always extended her loving arms to support me, comforted me after experiencing the baptism of wind and rain, and always said to me earnestly: running in the rain, mud will always fall, nothing, stand up and stride forward! I won't forget her love, how can I forget her clear face!
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will dry the wick. Teacher, you are a real gardener. Your life is fragrant because of cultivation, shining because of development and enriching because of dedication. Chalk dyed your black hair white, homework boiled your eyes red, and the sky grew bluer with you! That blooming peach and plum is the best reward for you, and I will try my best to be a blooming one-meter flower. I won't forget your inculcation, how can you forget your beauty!
"However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor." Friendship is my happy angel, sweeter than cherry, and a treasure chest to harvest happiness and growth. Whether you are happy or sad, your company will always bring warmth to your heart. Even if we live far apart, that true feeling will always be remembered. How can your clear face make me forget!
Selfless love will not be forgotten; Teaching seriously will not be indifferent; A lasting friendship will never be broken. Even though the sea of people is vast, each other's footsteps are drifting away and fleeting like meteors, this feeling will be unforgettable, and Zhang Zhang's smile is so clear! On the way of growing up, I have you with me, even if I fall, I must smile heroically! The dream boat is sailing, like the past, and I want to live in the wind and smell the dust.
The sea of people is boundless, and time is in a hurry. I will always cherish those clear faces in my mind. That little bit of love will be the shining golden key to success on my dream pursuit road!
A clear face 600 words 2 When a clear face wakes up from a dream, its memory is blurred. In my mind, a clear face, a string of sad and happy voices and expressions. I vaguely remember catching your shadow in my dream, and your clearer face washed away all the lead souls, such as the bright moonlight, which made my originally gloomy world clear. I often fall asleep with gratitude to you and stare at your clear face in sweet dreams. I can't get enough of the roses lying quietly in my heart.
Looking at it quietly, my heart is not calm, the waves are surging, and my heart is surging. My soul seems to have broken free from the bondage of the body and gone to a secret dream star. Now, that face full of care and heartache has appeared again, how kind and touching. I haven't forgotten my ignorance and the face that broke my heart. I ran away from home in anger and hid in the corner to peek. The expression of anxiety, depression and even despair hurt my soul.
Time is the best witness, it will always witness this loving and warm family, adding a touch of ruddy and more vivid to the gradually vicissitudes of life. The sound of frolicking surrounds my ears, neither noisy nor irritable. Whenever I see that funny, caring and striking face, my mouth will always tilt unconsciously and draw a beautiful arc. This is the charm of friendship.
I still remember chasing and playing, joking twice and enjoying doing bad things with everyone. This is a kind of enjoyment and throbbing, which makes my soul feel comfortable and happy.
Many students showed great interest in learning from teachers, and that serious and caring face appeared quietly. Teachers are the most sacred profession in the world.
Teachers are also the greatest people in the world. From the moment I first met you, I knew you were my guide and lighthouse.
Warm memories, beautiful past. Constant exhortation and refreshing care have touched the face of life. Thank you for restoring the color of my world and letting me stop wandering in the dark. How do you want me to perfectly interpret the clear faces that appear again and again in my dreams?
A clear face 600 words 3 There lived a noble poet in the Peach Blossom Garden of Chaisang in Xunyang. You had an ambition to protect the world and help people. However, thirteen years of official career failed to realize your filth. How can I bow down to the children in the village? You decided to go back to the countryside and stay away from the world, so you left your job and drifted. You chose poverty, at the same time, you also protected yourself from the noble character that shines in future generations. You love wine, you will sit in a leisurely afternoon, a pot of wine, with a strong fragrance, you only love to drink alone. When it rises, it will also be drunk with wild vegetables in the mountains, but it also has a different taste. The wine is slightly smoked, and if you look at nature, your heart is full of poetry. Drinking and reciting poems is a great pleasure in life.
You like books. He is also Mr. May 6th. He wrote it himself. He didn't want to know much about reading, but once he knew it, he forgot to eat. This simple and pure happiness abandons the obsession of people in the world to pursue fame and fortune, just asking for poetry and books in hand, and then smiling at the world.
What you love most is nature. Simple and fresh nature fascinates you, but the world is full of filth. You are ambitious, too. You want to contribute to your country and make great achievements. Helpless and honest, you have no place in officialdom and resolutely turn back. You are carefree and walk into your beautiful nature. The beautiful Peach Blossom Garden in your works is the place you yearn for and the epitome of your rural life.
A crescent moon, like a dog In the dim moonlight, the lotus hoe came back, leaving only the silhouette of the garment bend. The hard work in the morning ruined your appearance, but did not change your ambition. You see, the bright chrysanthemums in the courtyard are not your lonely character? Drink the wine into the chrysanthemum in one gulp. I hope this kind of white wine can burn out the depression in your heart and pour out the injustice and darkness in the world.
You are a hermit who leisurely sees Nanshan under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums. You are the farmer who is interested in playing the piano. Yes, it's you. Tao Yuanming, who is famous in the literary world for a hundred years. He didn't want to bend over for five buckets of rice and hang the seal in the countryside. He forgot the frustration of officialdom and the lack of official career, but remembered the paradise on earth.
A clear face is 600 words high. There was a time when I was very competitive, whether in art, science or sports.
When I first entered school, I was ranked 26th because of the poor accumulation foundation in primary schools, which was a great blow to me at that time, so I studied hard and my ranking rose from 26th to 9th.
I should be very happy, but I always feel that a huge stone is pressing on my chest, which makes me breathless, and the pressure is getting heavier. ...
The heavy pressure on my shoulders makes my sleep quality poor. I have the same dream every night: a dark and heavy background, a road that leads nowhere, and students are on both sides of the road. I have been running on the path, leaving all my classmates behind, but only one person has been standing in front of me. I can only hear my breathing getting heavier and heavier, but the distance from the person in front is getting farther and farther. I tried to see his face clearly, but I could only see a blur. ...
I don't know how many times I woke up from my dream, and I was a little overwhelmed by the fatigue caused by more and more heavy study and lack of rest. In order to recover from the tense state, I chose to watch TV. The TV in front of me is playing pictures and sounds, but I feel that everything is getting farther and farther away from me. I can't help but think of the person I can't surpass in my dream, and that fuzzy face ... may be pure. I gave a wry smile, but I was surprised that I was distracted again. I am busy putting aside all kinds of things in my mind and focusing my understanding on the TV in front of me. This is an inspirational program that tells the story of how a person succeeds. At this time, the protagonist's sentence caught my attention: "I can succeed because I knew from the beginning that I wanted to surpass myself!" " "
I no longer pay attention to the following content, this sentence echoes in my mind ... Yes, everyone's greatest enemy is himself, and surpassing himself is the greatest success! At present, it seems that a door suddenly opened, and on the other side of the door is heaven. ...
That night I had another dream, in which my face was no longer blurred. I saw clearly that this clear face was myself. ...
No matter how years blur my memory, no matter how people around me are in a hurry, no matter how time passes, your face, mother, your clear face will always ripple in my life.
The morning light is soft and the moonlight is getting brighter. I have put on my schoolbag and said goodbye to you at the door. I was about to walk out of the house when a force caught me. Gently come to my side, slowly smooth my wrinkled collar with those slender fingers, turn my collar over with your fingers, and I feel a soft and quiet happiness. Your smile lingers in your mouth, which is beautiful. I look up at your deep but bright eyes, and I can understand your delicate mind without words. Your gentle and lovely face stays in my memory.
Sunset, lonely afterglow. The air is filled with sadness, and I can't help feeling dejected when I hold a test paper with red crosses on it. When the heavy lock is opened, you see me with a full face of melancholy and my mother, just like a loser who meets a safe haven and has a place to heal. I almost threw myself into your arms crazily. Tears finally have a place to go, bursting out. You seem to know everything, just patting me gently and saying, "cry, son, everything will be fine after the rain." Mom, thank you for giving me a home. When I am tired, I have a shoulder to lean on. The wind and rain are fierce. I am not afraid of you. I dried my tears and stood up. What I saw was a calm and indifferent you. Although you are ordinary, you have carved a strong stroke in my memory with your actions.
The sun is shining and the trees are mottled. At the moment when I handed the certificate to you with joy, your hands crossed a beautiful arc in the air happily and contentedly, posing a winning posture for me. On that day, the sky was as blue as a fairy tale, and the sun shone on you through the flowers. You are like a flower, and your eyes are full of joy. At this time, I felt the joy of harvesting fruits together. Struggled together, worked hard, fought again after being defeated, and ran like a tireless horse. Now I have finally achieved something. How can I not be happy? Your face is deeply engraved in my memory.
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, some people in my life have already passed away and disappeared, and mother, only your smile constitutes the clearest face, emerging in front of my eyes and becoming eternal.
A clear face, a high school composition of 600 words, six quiet nights, living in a small room, holding a volume of poetry, singing, singing and sighing happily. Take time to make a cup of fragrant tea, taste the fragrance on the tip of your tongue and watch the hot air around you. Suddenly, a clear face appeared. ...
Knife-shaped eyebrows into the temples, eyes like stars, corners of the mouth holding a petal, as if hanging some disdainful smile. Oh! Li Bai, is that you? Carrying a three-foot green front, stepping on a few floating clouds, wrapped in heroism, the book sword fell. Admire strong men, full of lofty sentiments, and poets sing. Is it the smart landscape in Shu that gives you chic charm? Or is it the inherent unruly of ancient Yan and Zhao tragic poets? Say goodbye to the yellow crane and pray for the immortality of the five mountains. Your charm adds a touch of helplessness to the scenery. You indulge in drinking, singing and boating, and your personality makes the history of history ashamed. As Yu Guangzhong said, "When wine enters sorrow, seven is divided into moonlight, the other three into firm but gentle, and the embroidered mouth is half full of Tang Dynasty." Li Bai, who surpassed Guan Zhen and the imperial concubine, stood in the middle of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Can such a figure be fettered by hypocritical officialdom? "Go out laughing" and sing "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen". Looking closely, the look of flying in my eyes vaguely disappointed me.
Li Bai's lofty sentiments are not far away, and a beautiful face gradually fades away, his eyes are cut off, his eyebrows are wrinkled, and his eyes are full of words, but he never says a word. Oh! Qingzhao, what are you trying to say? Are you talking about the bitterness of staying alone in an empty boudoir? Or the generosity of expressing the feelings of national subjugation? Indus drizzles a little, and bamboo curtains cover the gaunt figure like yellow flowers. I know that your sorrow is not only the passing of a wild goose, but also your sorrow and helplessness in the face of broken mountains and rivers. You also have a strong mind, praising "living as an outstanding person and dying as a ghost" and expecting "90,000 Li Fengpeng is the right move". Helpless, helpless, whether it is a daughter or not, there is only "one kind of acacia, two leisure feelings." There is no way to get rid of this situation. You can only frown and take it to heart. "Clear signs, when will your frowning brows open?
Suddenly, I saw that I didn't see the joy of the world. I drank it into my heart and shed a few tears. Xin Jiaxuan was so angry that she sang "This is a cool autumn" with thick eyebrows. Su Dongpo was born with long hair and frosty temples, and there was nowhere to be sad in Songgang. ...
Deja vu, the clear face suddenly changed, the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties were indistinguishable, the historical time and space were chaotic, and there were endless love and hate feelings and endless romantic feelings. Only in the lonely long night, I hold a historical spring and indulge in this thousand-year-old ancient style.
Clear Face When I woke up from my dream, my memory was hazy, and there were clear faces in my mind, a bunch of sad and happy voices.
I vaguely remember catching your shadow in my dream, that increasingly clear face, that soul washed away with lead, like bright moonlight, which made my originally gloomy world crystal clear. I often fall asleep with gratitude to you and look at your clear face in sweet dreams.
I can never get enough of the roses in my heart.
Looking at it quietly, my heart is not calm, ups and downs, and my heart is surging. My soul seems to have escaped from the fetters of the body and gone to a secret and dreamy starry sky.
Once again, that face full of concern and heartache emerged, how kind and touching it was. I have never forgotten my ignorance. The face that broke my heart, the face that ran away from home angrily, the face that was anxious, depressed and even desperate all stung my heart and soul. Time is the best witness, it will always witness this love and warm affection, adding a touch of ruddy to the gradually vicissitudes of life, which is more vivid.
The sound of frolicking is in the ear, not noisy or noisy. Every time I see that funny, caring and striking face, the corners of my mouth always tilt up unconsciously and draw a beautiful arc. This is the charm of friendship. I still remember the carefree feeling in my heart when I made two jokes and did bad things with everyone. It is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of throb, which makes my soul feel comfortable and happy.
Students are full of enthusiasm and have deep feelings for teachers and students, and that solemn and caring face also quietly appears. Teachers are the most sacred profession in the world, and teachers are also the greatest people in the world. From the moment I first met you, I knew you were the guide and beacon of my life.
Warm memories, beautiful past. Thank you for your endless exhortation, refreshing care and touching faces. Thank you for making my world colorful again, for letting my mind stop wandering, and for letting me stop wandering in the dark.
That clear face has been recurring in my dreams. How can I interpret you perfectly?
A clear face 600 words 8 When the train of youth starts rapidly, people on the platform pass by in a hurry, and you can't find a figure in your memory, only your mother. That clear face is imprinted on my mind. Smiles never fade.
Mom, I often look back and see your depressed face. Remember that time? After the parent-teacher conference, you took my disastrous test paper and encouraged me calmly with those cliches. You are so calm, I'm a little scared. When I was ready to go back to my room with my paper, the mirror above me betrayed you. Your sad expression punched me hard in the heart, and I was caught off guard. I am helpless in the face of a frown that I can't heal anyway. I dare not think about the two lines of clear tears sliding across my cheeks, but I keep playing them back in my mind. In midsummer, I silently made a wish: "I won't let you worry anymore." Your sadness is in your heart, engraved in your heart, fixed in your heart and never blurred.
Mom, I finally see your joy. On that day, the sky was as blue as wax, and the golden sun shone softly into the French windows. Everything is so simple and beautiful, and autumn is destined to be a harvest season. You have three physics papers in your hand, which are only more than 60 minutes long, and your mouth is gradually smiling. The fine texture is full of joy, and your eyes are looking at the paper. Even the air smells of happiness. You joked, "If only this feeling had always existed." I nodded heavily. The wishes of that midsummer season clearly appeared in my mind. Not far away, the sun cut the Parthenocissus tricuspidata on the iron railing into tiny shadows, just like an elf, turning into rustling music with the wind, reminding me not to forget my promise.
Even if the train of youth breaks down, even if there is a fork in the road of life, I will still move forward, because your clear face is in front of every train window, so I will never give up!
Clear-faced 600-word composition 96 years in a hurry, gardenias are blooming outside the window. Are you deskmates?
I still remember that when I was in the fifth grade, I was unfamiliar with the road, and I searched for a long time before I found the class card of Five (8). When I entered the gate, everyone was almost here. I was a little embarrassed, so I had to find a seat in the back. You lived next door to me then. After dividing the position, you are still my deskmate. We always talk about irrelevant topics, but we still laugh happily. You are a genius in mathematics. You are silent in math class and never raise your hand to answer questions in class. However, your homework after class is always flowing, and your problem-solving ideas are rigorous. I always rank behind the 20 th in every math exam, but you are firmly in the top ten. I envy that my math is one tenth as good as yours! Then I started asking you all kinds of math questions. You never put on airs, but you patiently explained it to me every time, so that my math scores began to improve gradually. Art is still your strong point. You are good at sketching. There are only two colors of pencil white paper. I can't draw it anyway, but in your pen, the colorful world is completely divided into these sketch papers. Although there are only two colors left, things are also painted, outlined and filled. You use these techniques to make black and white live on paper, blend, stretch and exchange. This is a beautiful painting.
Although your math and art are better than mine, your Chinese is still three points behind. Reciting the text is your biggest headache. Usually, there are many mistakes in dictation. Every time I help you correct it carefully, you are a little at a loss. You write a title on a piece of paper and squeeze it slowly like toothpaste. It takes five minutes. I will give you some advice from time to time.
Well, time is running out, that's all. Your face is still the clearest gardenia in my memory.