The semi-propositional composition I met 1 There is a mountain in the distance, standing tall; There is water in the distance, clear and bright. The distance, in my opinion, is the future, so I look forward to meeting better myself in the future and looking forward to the distance.
Distant people, future self, I look forward to meeting you at this time. What will you be like then? Thinking of you in the distance, I can't help raising my mouth, because my blue ideal dream is in the distance.
What is far away in life is poetry, and what is near is reality. Far away, I want to have a perfect encounter with you. In order to realize my wish, I will work hard every day, get up early every day, go to school happily, listen carefully, take study notes every day, and make more efforts and precipitation, all for the road of towards the distant.
Perhaps, everyone will look forward to the distance, but we should not only look forward to the distance, but also strive to achieve it. Step by step, a solid footprint, striding towards every step of life. In the future, I hope I can study hard at every stage, get into a good junior high school and high school university smoothly, and make my own great career. I believe that "as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle!" The future is not far away, the distance is ahead, and now all the efforts and persistence are just to meet and meet a better self.
Meeting "distant" self is not a dream, it is not far away from us. Everyone will have a "distance" in their hearts. We are full of infinite longing and yearning for a distant self, but we can't dream and meet a better self in the distance without efforts. It is unrealistic to dream of "faraway places". The most realistic way is to work hard from now on. We can enjoy the scenery on the way to the distant place. When we meet beautiful and lofty mountains, listen to the cheerful flowing sound of gurgling streams and the melodious chirping of birds in the forest, there may be thorns on the hard running road, and there may be difficulties and hardships, but as long as we work hard, we will eventually meet better ourselves in the distance.
In fact, there are many ways to meet yourself in the distance. There is an old saying: "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road." Perhaps, we don't have to wait and look forward to a chance to travel far; We don't have to carry a travel bag and start a long climb and wading ... all the pursuits are just to meet our true and clean self. Let's open the book, the distance you yearn for, and meet your unknown self in another world. I want to visit a sincere distance, look back at the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, recall those historical stories about loyalty, filial piety and benevolence, and then look at myself, life and the distance with the eyes of a bystander. I want to visit the quiet and indifferent distance, feel the realm of "no peace, no distance, no ambition, no ignorance" among the benevolent people who valued righteousness over profit in the past dynasties, experience the beautiful scenery, spring scenery and flowers one by one in the long river of history ... and meet my beautiful self in this poetic picture.
My heart is flying, and infinite scenery is in the distance. Hey, dear yourself in the distance, how are you? I look forward to meeting you!
I met the semi-propositional composition 2 "Jingle Jingle". The bell rang and the teacher came into the classroom. As soon as she entered the classroom, she said to us, "Students, today, let's do an electrostatic experiment!" " The students said in unison, "Good!" So, an interesting experiment began.
Teacher Fang gives each group a ballpoint pen and some napkins and pieces of paper, and then begins.
We first wiped the ballpoint pen on our hair many times, and then carefully put it on the napkin. Wow! It's amazing! The napkin was sucked up. At this time, a classmate asked, "Can all objects suck out pieces of paper from napkins?" So, we started a new round of experiments, this time we used a ruler, and like last time, the ruler still sucked up the napkin fragments. It has been proved that static electricity exists in any object.
Next, Teacher Fang told us the truth of static electricity. It turns out that static electricity is produced by contact and friction between objects. More specifically, one is positively charged and the other is negatively charged. The phenomenon that positive and negative charges attract each other has just begun. After attraction, the positive and negative charges are uncharged, forming static electricity.
In fact, there are still many such static phenomena. For example, when you take off your clothes and sleep at night, you often hear a crackling sound in the dark, accompanied by blue light. When you meet and shake hands, you will suddenly feel the tingling of your fingertips as soon as your fingers touch each other. When I get up in the morning to comb my hair, my hair tends to "float", and the more I manage it, the more chaotic it is.
This class is really interesting and meaningful!
Every time I see that yellow-brown paper, I will think of that beautiful encounter. ...
That afternoon, I hurried from the bookstore to the bus station with a stack of books in my arms. I walked to the corner and just turned my head, when I bumped into a girl. "Oh dear!" Suddenly, the book fell all over the floor. I quickly said "I'm sorry!" He crouched down and picked up the book without looking up. As if she had made a big mistake, the girl quickly squatted down and picked up the book.
At this time, I saw her clearly: she is very tall, about fifteen or sixteen years old; Look at the square face; There are a pair of big black eyes on the table, in which the bright god shines; Chapped lips have turned white because of malnutrition; Ears are thin and small, tightly attached to the sides of the head. Her arm was covered with large and small wounds, for example, the clothes she was wearing were tattered. Here is a patch and there are some stitches. The whole person looks depressed, making others see that she belongs to the kind of poor child with a poor family.
At this moment, she spoke: "Sorry, little brother, I bumped into you." My face began to change, too. Obviously, I hit her, so I should say I'm sorry! So I said shyly, "Yes, I'm sorry. I ran into you. I should tell you, I'm sorry. "
Just then, when the books were packed, she said softly, "It doesn't matter. Look, the books are packed. Let me wrap it up for you. " As he spoke, he took out a large piece of kraft paper and a rope from behind like magic, and smiled brightly and quickly wrapped it for me. However, I saw the unspeakable pain in her heart from her smile.
Soon, the schoolbag was ready, but the wound on her hand was torn by the action just now. "bang!" She covered the wound with her hand and the blood trickled down. I quickly took out a napkin from my pocket and handed it to him. "Thank you!" She covered the wound with a napkin and limped along. The sunset dragged her for a long time before she came back. ...
Until now, whenever I see that piece of brown paper, I will think of her and wish her good luck!
During the Spring Festival, the essence of many traditional folk customs has been stripped away, leaving only food and play. Can this taste of the year not be weak?
What is the taste of the year? The flavor of the year is a tradition that has infiltrated into folk customs for thousands of years. Of course, those traditions were born in the agricultural society, the times have changed and the years have been washed away. Many of them have been lost helplessly, and it is difficult to pick them up again. For example, offering sacrifices to the stove and receiving gods ... However, some traditions should not be abandoned at will with the passage of time, because that is the root of our nation.
In my opinion, if other traditions of the Spring Festival are hard to maintain, at least we can't lose the New Year's Eve. On traditional China New Year's Eve, people pay special attention to family reunion. The taste of New Year's Eve is first reflected in the fact that the whole family get together and prepare the New Year's Eve by themselves, so the atmosphere of affection and New Year's Eve is particularly strong. Only when the two interact and blend can people realize the importance of participation and the significance of New Year's Eve. This is probably the most important and unique taste of the year.
The traditional New Year's Eve dinner is far from being as simple as booking a table in a restaurant early now. There used to be such a folk song in old Beijing: "Twenty-three, honeydew melon stained;" Twenty-four, housing Tomb-Sweeping Day; Twenty-five, push millet (grinding rice noodles to make rice cakes); Twenty-six, boiled meat; Twenty-seven, slaughter a chicken; Twenty-eight, send face; Twenty-nine, steamed bread; Stay for 30 nights, on the first day of the New Year. " From the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month to the New Year's Eve, many programs about New Year's Eve are arranged every day. All this, like the old lady wadding new quilts, sets off the atmosphere of the year layer by layer.
All this is ready to reach its climax on New Year's Eve. At that time, the sound of chopping dumpling stuffing on the chopping board came from every household happily, which became the most beautiful prelude to the New Year's Eve-the New Year's Eve was thus set off and became a Chinese New Year's drama. After dinner, we set off a firecracker and threw red scraps of paper all over the floor. Only in this way can we go out like red flowers, pay New Year greetings to our relatives and friends with all the prosperity and joy, and enter the spring.
New Year's Eve dinner is not only for eating, but also an important embodiment of Chinese New Year culture, and it is an essential main content of Chinese New Year taste. How can we simplify the complexity and make the Chinese New Year just eat and not play? Simplifying the Chinese New Year culture will inevitably dilute the flavor of the Chinese New Year and make the meaning of the traditional Spring Festival more and more "scattered".
If we think more about the Spring Festival, we can preserve more beautiful and unique traditional folk customs. For example, before the Lunar New Year's Eve, cypress leaves are planted at the door, sesame stems are inserted on the eaves, and golden paper is cut to make butterflies to wear on children's heads ... It is so colorful that it is much more colorful than lighting pumpkin lanterns and decorating Christmas trees in the West on Halloween. Wouldn't the Spring Festival be more interesting and prosperous if the Spring Festival couplets were written by themselves and the window grilles were cut by themselves instead of buying a set of ready-made printed materials and 1000 pieces of ready-made window grilles?
The secularization of the Spring Festival lies in everyone's personal participation; All the blessings and longings of the Spring Festival for the coming year are reflected in personal interaction and blending, and the flavor of the year will naturally become rich.
It seems that the taste of this year, in tradition, is also in our hands, they are pigeons we released. It's a little far now. It's time to call them home.
What will you do if you encounter difficulties? If it were me, I would solve it calmly and patiently and not be knocked down by difficulties! Don't give in to difficulties!
One day in the summer vacation, I watched TV at home alone. I was in high spirits when the telephone rang. I picked up my grandmother and she said, "Come to my house for dinner. Your parents are here, and you are alone! " As soon as I heard this, I hung up the phone and rushed out on my bike!
In order to be greedy in time, I just walked halfway and the road was a little shaky. I don't care. I have been riding and riding. I think there is something wrong with the bike. Sure enough, the bike slowed down, and no matter how hard I pedaled, it became slower and slower. After a while, the bike finally stopped. I got off the bike and checked what was wrong with it. I saw: the chain of the bicycle actually fell off. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I squatted on the side of the road, trying to find my way, complaining to myself: this bicycle didn't fall off the chain early or late, but it fell off at this time. I looked at my watch. It's already 1 1: 45. What should I do? Can't catch up. I had a brainwave. Thinking of the last time my father helped me repair the bicycle chain, I followed suit. I found two sticks by the roadside. I picked them up, put the bike sideways, and then turned the bicycle chain upside down and turned it around. A screw on the bicycle is blocked, and I'm not afraid of playing tricks. I unscrewed the screw by hand and finally installed the chain! Although my hands are covered with engine oil, I am still very happy because I repaired my bike with my own ability!
When you encounter any difficulties, you should be calm, even if the difficulties are great, as long as you try your best to solve them.
When I reported for my freshman year, I remember it was a sunny day. It should be sunny, warm and refreshing. Everyone is busy registering and finding their own classes. I look around the campus and think about the future, where we will have classes and study. What kind of person is the teacher? This is me.
Love fantasy. Just when I was imagining things, I realized that I had stepped on someone's foot. "Oh, no ... that means ..." I looked up at her. Wow, that's Zhang Xiuqing's face. I took a closer look. A round face with neat bangs makes me think she is cute. The playful ponytail flashes when she walks, as old and youthful as a flower. When I saw her, I remembered the teddy bear beside my bed. I think she looks like my bear! Thought of here, I can't help laughing. She has very beautiful big eyes. It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. When I saw these bright eyes, I knew she was a kind and clear-headed person. I like these big clean eyes. I was deeply attracted by her, and she said to me with a flowery smile; "It doesn't matter." Say that finish, he hurried away. "Hello, what's your name?" There is no response in the distance. At the moment, the campus is full of people and people.
Meeting you in a place where life has never met is a kind of fate and the most beautiful accident.
I am a happy and lovely girl. It's just that sometimes I get proud. However, after two things, I understand the truth that "all bets are off, but modest gains"; It also makes me no longer proud. Please listen to me in detail.
First thing: I have a good friend named Zhang Ting. We all call her Tingting's nickname. Tingting got 100, and the teacher praised her in class. So, she became proud and looked at me differently. So, after finishing her homework every night, she began to play instead of reading books and memorizing words as before. In this way, this semester will be over. She still plays and watches TV. The final exam is coming! She and I are in the same examination room. After the exam, she said to me, "This exam paper is really difficult! I haven't done some questions yet! " I smiled and didn't answer. As soon as the exam results came out, she was shocked: Chinese 74, math 79, English 82.
Do you see it? This is the consequence of pride. Therefore, I want to tell the students who are studying: you must study hard; Don't be satisfied with the status quo; Don't be proud.
The second thing: I have a cousin named Zhang Yuyan, who is 6 years old. She often bullies her classmates. For example, once, she competed with other children to run cloth and the prize was a box of potato chips. As a result, she lost the game. If she loses, she loses. She should have gone home, but she ran into a child who ran faster than her. Not only that, she grabbed the potato chips and murmured, "This is mine!" " The child ran home crying, and she decided not to play with Zhang Yuyan any more. There are many such children who are bullied by her first, then go home crying and decide not to play with her.
A few days later, Zhang Yuyan found me and asked me, "Why aren't there any children to play with me?" I told her the mistake: you shouldn't deprive children of what they have won. Children should be friendly. No sooner had I finished than she ran away. She seems to understand what I said. I don't know what she did. A few days later, children played with her again. I asked a child, and I knew that she took her mother to the supermarket to buy a lot of snacks. She didn't eat any of these snacks and gave them back to the children she took away.
Arrogance is a bad habit. You must never learn from her! But the child who can correct his mistakes is still a good boy.
The semi-propositional composition I met told me that I was just sorry, just like the distance without clouds. As time goes by, all the gold and jade are scattered.
Many people are crying, many people are remembering, and still no one wants to forget it completely. In fact, we all know that if we can get everything we want, there won't be so much sadness on the earth. I said, we are April days on earth, forgetting ordinary signs and touching the melancholy that has not landed; I said, when can I really understand the distance of time; I said, there must be a cup of coffee just right. ...
Maybe you will meet an opportunity, maybe an opportunity will meet you. In the dark, the story will quietly turn over a page, so everything begins to enter the role. Interpreted those innocent feelings that should not be interpreted, and also rendered the sorrow of the floating world. If we lose this life, we can definitely find a past life. Because, the sisters only seek deep understanding, only deep memory, and talk gently.
Who's laughing? Who lit up the dusk in the ancient city?
At first, everyone was a lotus in the clouds. From beginning to end, after a long time, I saw more clearly, but I didn't give up more, did I? Time can't dilute everything for us, and duplicity is no longer appropriate. Meeting and burning years, no matter what, we must believe that the echo of the past is still in that distant place, unabated. Later, everything became redundant, only showing desolation. Being remembered safely by my sisters, waiting silently is like a tear in the corner of my eye.
Stay only for a moment, but look back for a lifetime. If it's just a chance meeting, let it be the beginning, and don't ask the ending at that time.
Look up at the road, the entrance to the dream is a little narrow, do you hear? Autumn is leaving, winter is coming, cloudy day, evening, looking out the window, there are still many things waiting in the future. If today's meeting is for tomorrow's parting, I don't know if the man who walked into the alley can come out. Happiness lies in the nearest place to heaven. In the fleeting story, whose happiness comes from the only heaven.
I heard that the dream in Jiangnan is as light as a fallen flower, and she will be conscious when time is still. Therefore, only simplicity can stand the inquiry of time, but everyone's back is so long that they can meet each other later. We only know memories and don't give up distance.
No wonder people lie about who is laughing at eternity.
How strong you have to be to forget.
Meet in my dream and turn around in Qian Shan. But it never seems to be separated. Nothing is as sweet as a fairy tale to sadness and light. Back to reality, too sweet, pretending to be the most painful.
The story can't go back, but I know it very well.
When will the first snow fall?
When the shining stars crossed the night sky, the stars and I already understood the beauty of meeting.
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Maybe iron burns violently in oxygen; Perhaps it is the slow production of zinc in dilute hydrochloric acid; Or the calmness of copper in dilute hydrochloric acid. Isn't it true that you and I meet, collide and react in the world?
When I opened the history books, I saw an optimistic and positive Su Shi. When all his friends were complaining about the unpredictable weather, he said, "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why don't you sing and walk slowly." Sigh. Stride into the future and face setbacks and difficulties. When asked about his achievements in life, he smiled and replied: "Huangzhou Huizhou Danzhou." When I met Wang Anshi, my former political enemy, I also smiled at each other.
When I opened the history books, I met a group of college students who were addicted to learning, which made me understand the importance of reading. Su Qin, a famous strategist in the Warring States period, read and burned lanterns at night and stabbed sticks; Kuang Heng cut the wall to transmit light, in order to read; Song Lian's "Take Notes, Count the Days to Change" is for reading. They study hard, and I met them as if I had met precious spiritual wealth.
Opening the history books, I met the revolutionary martyrs who died for the truth. "If there is bloodshed, please start with the heir." This is what Tan Sitong, one of the six gentlemen of alfalfa reform, said. He is a man who died for the truth. There are also many revolutionary martyrs and heroic ancestors. They gave their lives for the truth. They are my heroes. I met them, and they are also the most beautiful truth practitioners I have ever seen.
"Taking history as a mirror, you can dress formally." I met countless celebrities and I also met myself dressed up.
I glanced at the flowers, saw all the flowers in the world, but didn't catch a glimpse of you.
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The afterglow of the sunset slowly squeezed in from the window and sprinkled on the chair and an "angel". It was also that night that I met this "angel" again-my teacher.
I am an inattentive person, and so was that day. I watched the passengers get on and off every time as usual. Just as I was about to continue my homework, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a special figure, my teacher.
I was scared and my hands were sweaty, because she was notoriously strict in our class. I heard the footsteps of "Deng Deng Deng" getting closer and closer until I came to him. "Hey, Zhu, have you just finished tutoring?" I had to look up when I heard this. "Yes, I'm going home!" " So she sat next to me.
The next drive, I tried not to look up, so that I felt that time would pass slowly until the teacher saw the exercise book I put on my lap, "You did the second question of this basic question wrong!" " I'm surprised. After that, the teacher won't scold me ... forget it, scold me. I won't take this bus next time. I closed my eyes and meditated in my mind, but the unexpected sound didn't appear. Instead, I remembered the teacher's gentle voice. "This question is actually very simple, you just have to ..." After the teacher finished speaking, I immediately realized, but my doubts increased instead of decreasing.
The teacher seems to see my doubts. First, he smiled silently. "You didn't think I was going to scold you, did you?" I bowed my head in shame. "Don't worry, the teacher is not like this. Don't think I don't know what you little brains say about me! " Seeing the teacher like this, I boldly asked, "Why is that teacher so strict?" "I'm not strict, so you have to ride on my head ..."
That night, I talked with my teacher for a long time. At that time, I seemed to know my teacher for the first time, a "stranger" I once knew. I will always remember her laughter.
I can't imagine life without books. It may be darker than black and white TV, the sky will not be blue, and the mood will not become clear.
Like a carriage full of knowledge and unknowns, the three-body has carved a rut in my heart. Simple, let me know the novel this bizarre field. Behind the seemingly absurd plot is rigorous and bold imagination, as well as thought-provoking discussion, human nature and dark thinking. I feel that my experience is still shallow, and I can't taste the true meaning of "Three-body" and revisit it year after year. Look at Ye's almost crazy resistance, look at the tenacity of the dying earth, and lament the humble and weak tragedy of mankind.
This novel brought me shock and excitement. The huge plot structure plunged me into it. When I met it, it seemed like an act of god, and I couldn't live without it anymore.
Meeting prose was an accident. I never thought I would encounter such a style before. It doesn't have strong colors, but uses watercolor pens to lightly render colors for my mood. It's not the rainbow after the storm in the novel, but the misty rain that lingers in my heart for a long time. I really didn't like it when I was a child. The words are unpretentious, the plot is passed down from mouth to mouth, and the emotions are not directly expressed and uncertain. It was not until I entered junior high school that I gradually realized the subtlety.
Prose is not for rhetoric, but for gripping and touching, which will make you aftertaste for a long time and leave you sad; Don't ask for the plot, just ask for love with others, focus on linking your own body odor, and don't ask for solutions; Not seeking emotions, but seeking "feelings", lingering and melancholy, more delicate and lofty as catkins.
These books, whether repainted or lightly dyed, have become colorful in my life. I have always believed that no matter how we meet, we will leave traces and make sense. No matter what style or book, I thank you. I have never regretted meeting you.