I didn't expect it to be the end of the year so soon. During this year, I sometimes lived lonely, happy and sad years.
One year has passed, and we believe that the past year has left us not only a "shallow mark", but also a heavy sum. This year, I went to the second day of junior high school, and my subjects increased. The second day is the most critical stage, preparing for the review of the senior high school entrance examination in the third day. I thought the second day of junior high school was a very free bird and could fly freely. But I regret that my grades are getting worse and worse. I really should review more. When the last page of the calendar is torn off in this examination room, I will write a composition and reflect on myself. How can I make up for my loss? My life is like a tree. As long as I find my learning method, my tree of life will blossom and bear fruit. In this year, I should explore my learning methods, get new excellent results, welcome the new year and have a good time. When the last page of the calendar was torn off, I reflected a lot. Why should I hurt teachers and parents in order to live up to their expectations?
I want to surprise them and make their parents happy. I will study hard and explore my own learning methods. Tear off the last page, it will be a wonderful year.
Once again.
When I tore off the last page of the calendar, I remembered how many quiet nights I lit.
A heart lamp of your own, erasing the dust in your heart, the days accompanied by your words,
As if it were yesterday. The beating note is that both sides care about each other and love each other.
While waiting for the weather, they fell in love with a kind of acacia and two leisure places.
When I tear off the last page of the calendar, how can I forget it was you when I was frustrated?
Selfless care and tolerant company virtually gave me endless spiritual strength, which made me
I have experienced the most painful and frustrating days. Because of this friendship, and fast.
Music, comfort and happiness; Because of this friend, friendship has become eternal in my heart.
An indelible landscape; Because I have this true feeling, it will be my eternal reward.
Recall.
When I tore off the last page of the calendar, I seemed to see your exhortation and blessing.
I saw your gentle greeting, shallow smile and endless affection and yearning.
Reading. I read with my heart and turned those seemingly invisible colorful wishes into spirit.
Wealth and motivation. Without any commitment, we met in our hearts and became each other.
My wish, ordinary has become a harbor of sincere feelings.
When I tore off the last page of the calendar, I wrote down my wishes as a friend.
It is a way for friends to cherish their sincerity, even if it is a New Year gift for me.
All right!
In the darkness of the past days, I drew you with stars, and your true feelings are like morning.
Stars, let me really see you. In my words, in my songs, I
Praise you with notes. Your sincerity, kindness and tolerance are my eternal touch in this life.
Leave the best memories. The most beautiful blessing in this life is to meet you; this life
The best blessing is to trust you; When I tear off the last page of my life,
Calendar is how many ups and downs I have gone through, and you have accompanied me; Best wishes in my life.
Happiness is always touched by friends; The best blessing in this life is that you are plain.
Peace, health and happiness!
Yesterday, I said goodbye to the sun, the moon and the stars in a hurry. However, there is always something beautiful.
The seed of a beautiful moment, like the eternity of the sun, stays in my heart; There are always some
Warm and touching delicious food lingers in my mind like the tenderness of moonlight. Think about it.
Suddenly, a gentle and clear feeling rose slowly from his heart, and his heart was as sweet as his heart.
Flowing like water, carrying endless thoughts, piercing the bright starry sky, it is quiet here.
Open and fly alone in quiet days. ...
In this troubled world, let's be quieter and more indifferent.
Give your soul more room to think!
(Finally finished. )
2. junior high school memorabilia composition tearing the calendar The interesting things of childhood are like the bright stars in the summer night sky, countless. Every time I see the calendar in front of my windowsill, I can't help but think of that interesting childhood story.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon, I (then I was only five years old) was happily preparing to go out to play. Dad stopped me: honey, go and adjust the whole bag and go to kindergarten tomorrow. My father's words will spoil my fun. I pursed my lips and asked my father: Why is there only two days off in kindergarten? It doesn't matter if you have a few more days! Dad took my little hand, went into the big bedroom, came to a very high table, pointed to a thick notebook above the table and said, honey, this is called a calendar, which is specially used to record the time of day. If the calendar is black, you should go to kindergarten on time; If it is green or red, you can spend your time at will. Do you know that?/You know what? I nodded puzzled.
However, a month later, I gradually found that there are many calendars in black, and there are only a handful of calendars in red and green. I am indignant in my heart, didn't I deliberately not let me play? No, I have to find a way. Oh, by the way, if I tear up this black calendar, can't I not go to kindergarten? I am extremely proud of my ideas. Ok, let's do it! I moved a higher stool and stood on it, but my hands were too short to touch the calendar. I had a brainwave, took a long ruler and dragged the calendar over. Hehe, I can kill the calendar at will. I immediately tore up the black calendar. Then I threw all the pieces into the trash can, and found some lids and threw them into the trash can. I returned to the big bedroom and carefully moved the stool back to its original place. I thought: Now, I don't have to go to kindergarten tomorrow! My heart was full of joy, as sweet as honey (a bit exaggerated). I opened a bag of potato chips and ate them with relish. At this moment, I heard the sound of the keyhole locking. It was Mom and Dad who came back!
I ran to them happily and asked my parents, can I not go to kindergarten tomorrow? Mom and Dad are at a loss: Why not go? Are you sick? Or did the teacher say that there will be a special holiday tomorrow? I muttered an excuse: Still going? There is no black calendar!
Mom and dad burst into laughter when they learned the ins and outs of the incident. After a long time, dad said meaningfully: Baby, you can change the calendar, but you can't change the rule of 365 days a year! I nodded again, puzzled.
From then on, I dare not dream wild dreams any more, so I can only go to school with peace of mind.
Isn't this interesting? Now that I have grown up, I like studying, and I will never do such a stupid thing again. However, the memories it left us will always be beautiful. At the same time, I also know that the happy childhood is gone forever, leaving us only memories. We should cherish this wonderful childhood and cherish time, don't waste a minute, and be the master of time forever!
When the last page of the calendar was torn off, the 800-word composition was in a hurry, and time slipped through my fingers quietly.
Admittedly, two years is not a short time, but now it only lasts for a moment and disappears without a trace. I always thought that the surrounding environment had not changed, and I could handle everything as easily as I did two years ago.
Although there are actually many problems waiting for me to adapt and solve, until I find that others are running forward soberly and I find myself so mediocre among many excellent people. I have always been confident, but I am afraid of Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry, and those unattainable scores.
I began to observe those excellent people carefully. They were doing their exercise books when I was in the fourth grade drinking juice. When I stared at the idol drama dumbfounded, they were madly endorsing; When I have unrealistic fantasies, they actually pay; Chatting QQ online, I found that only my avatar was open, and they were in an advanced class.
When they took the stage to receive the award, I could only respond with applause from the audience. In their eyes, I am just a clown.
In their lives, I only deserve to be a supporting role. Ask yourself what's worse than them? I just dozed off in ignorance for two years, and now I'm finally awake.
I want to stand on the stage of dreams and play myself well. When there is only the last page left in the calendar, I want to be like them: doing problems, reviewing, reciting, and keeping my feet on the ground, just like they keep their heads in the dark.
Standing on the platform like them, receiving warm applause and envious eyes from other students. When the last page of the calendar was torn off, I was no longer the girl with many messy gadgets and more exam scores.
When the last page of the calendar is torn off, I am no longer the same person! From now on, I will always remind myself that I am not the same as before. I am a junior high school graduate who is about to enter high school! I shouldn't go on like before! We should strive for every minute and study hard from now on.
4. Read the answer to the question on the day of tearing up the calendar 14. This article is about "the day of tearing the calendar". Why did the author write his thoughts on the desk calendar from the beginning? (6 points) 15. Explain the meaning of the following two sentences in the text.
(4 points) (1) This is like a heavy brick, pressing on the heart of youth, making it flustered and painful. (2) Chang 'e must still be running to the moon when there is not enough hands to turn over the desk calendar.
16. The color cards with "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" written in paragraphs 5, 7 and 10. What is the function of this writing? (6 points) 17. From the full text, what happiness and sadness did tearing up the calendar bring to the author? How do you feel? (6 points) I don't know if you have asked the above question, but I will give you the above answer in 14. Answer: "desk calendar" is an extension of "calendar", which leads to the author's similar association; (2 points) Because of its turning point and frugality, "desk calendar" makes the author feel the heaviness and vicissitudes of the years, and naturally thinks of a "calendar" that brings him relaxation and happiness. (2 points) It lays a strong foundation for the main content of the article. (2 points) 15. A: ① Young people don't feel deeply about the passage of time and don't know how to cherish it. They only feel the unprovoked pressure and heavy burden of life and work.
(points) 2 2 years are ruthless and the years are eternal; The past is fixed in the author's mind and becomes a lasting happy aftertaste. (a) 16. A: ① The fifth paragraph symbolizes the fantasy and carefree happy time of the author's childhood by describing the beauty of color cards and pictures; (2 points) Paragraph 7 symbolizes the happy reunion of the author's adolescent family through a full moon; (2 points) (3) 10 paragraph to write color cards, which has both emotional aftertaste of a happy life and rational thinking about the passage of time, sublimates the theme and makes it intriguing.
(2 points) 17. A: tearing up the calendar not only made the author feel the incomparable pleasure from tension to freedom in a week during his student days, but also recorded the author's real growth process; (2 points) but at the same time let the author feel that youth is gone forever; And it is difficult to find a reunited and happy family. (2 points) Feeling: Time is precious and fleeting, so we should cherish it, fully grasp it and leave no regrets.
(Points) (Feelings are spontaneous, and 2 points can be given as appropriate if they are positive and reasonable).
5. How to write a composition on the topic of "calendar" I understand the meaning of calendar. This is a true record of our life. In the sense of "invisible writing", a calendar is a diary. It invisibly records what I encounter, face and experience every day, as well as my own reactions and actions, and what has changed me and what I have changed.
However, most days of life are repetitive-repetitive work and interpersonal relationships, repetitive things and the same things are hard to remember. So most of the page numbers on our calendar are monotonous. When I think about it later, it seems empty. Then, we come across a very important topic about people-memory. People are heavy, wise and rational because of memory. More importantly, memories are unique. Because memory rejects mediocrity. Everything you remember is pure and very personal. All individuals are unique "cases". Memory is like an artist. In our minds, we describe our uniqueness. Do you take your uniqueness seriously? Broadly speaking, the real value of spiritual things lies in its uniqueness. Whether it is people or culture. Memory depends on the carrier. The memory of a city stays in its historical blocks and buildings, and the memory of a person is in his photos, articles, old songs and calendars.
However, people can't just be passively remembered, and we also need to create memories with actions. We should use emotion, loyalty, love, responsibility and creative work to write the calendar of every day. Keep this day in mind. Don't we have the ability to enrich and enrich our lives, with depth and weight?
So I wrote:
"Life is to create every day."
I also said at an artist's party:
"We work hard today for the memory of tomorrow."
To this end, the last few days of the year. I will never talk about calendars again. I always keep these last pages. This may be due to the instinct of life. I don't want to spend all my time. You will laugh at me and ask me, can you save the day like this? I will show you four poems I wrote on the last page of this year's calendar:
How time flies,
Alas, another year,
There are no traces of flowers and leaves,
Only poetry exists in the world.
Just like the best way to preserve grapes is to turn grapes into wine; The best way to preserve the years is to try to turn them into eternal poems or scrolls.
Now let me answer the question at the beginning of the article: Why do I like calendars? Because calendars have a sense of life. Or a calendar tells me to feel life at any time and think about how to cherish it.
6. Write a short essay on "Calendar". The white calendar was nailed to the wall, quietly, like a marginal person. All the experiences that flowed through his eyes settled down until his memory was blurred.
I still remember the old-fashioned calendar nailed to grandma's mottled wall, half the size of a textbook, but very thick, counting the cover for 366 pages; The paper is light and thin, but a little heavy. My grandmother always circles numbers on the calendar with a red pen, such as my father's birthday, my uncle's birthday … my birthday. Or in the morning, with a tape measure, let me lean against the wall to measure my height, and then touch my fluffy hair. "The little darling has grown taller again." Those words are always accompanied by spoil and comfort. That calendar records grandma's children and grandchildren, and also records grandma's silent love for me.
I also remember that when I was young, I used to believe that calendars had magical power. Every time a page is torn, time disappears. I am eager to grow up, secretly take down my calendar and tear it off page by page. I grew up after tearing this one. Innocent and grotesque thoughts and the crisp sound of shredded paper ripple in my memory, but I leave irresponsibly, reaching out and touching only to realize that I have blurred my memory and reality.
Slowly turn around, there are calendars, white paper and exquisite pictures hanging by the window, but they leave a blank, leaving memories in the corner. Hurry, hurry, numb, let time bind you back and forth, let your heart be cold for something cold. Who will gently record the warmth and protection on the edge of the number?
The wind blows, lifting the unchangeable past, and the hazy face of tomorrow looms under the paper.
Stubbornly complaining can only wander at the origin, letting others tear my calendar like a broken white butterfly and fall into the past. Sunlight shines on the soul through the pupil. Even if some have passed away, today's page has not been turned, and tomorrow's page is still waiting. Suddenly I remembered that boy named Ziyou. The shadow of leukemia can't hide the brilliance of sixteen-year-old youth. Every day, I record my happiness and strength with poetry, turn the calendar every day with enthusiasm, and look forward to every tomorrow.
When the memory of the calendar is no longer clear, it will only leave a sigh. But smile, if you keep all the details of life in your heart, even if your memory has turned yellow, you will still smile like a spring breeze.
That calendar is life.
I understand the meaning of the calendar. This is a true record of our life. In the sense of "invisible writing", a calendar is a diary. It invisibly records what I encounter, face and experience every day, as well as my own reactions and actions, and what has changed me and what I have changed.
However, most days of life are repetitive-repetitive work and interpersonal relationships, repetitive things and the same things are hard to remember. So most of the page numbers on our calendar are monotonous. When I think about it later, it seems empty. Then, we come across a very important topic about people-memory. People are heavy, wise and rational because of memory. More importantly, memories are unique. Because memory rejects mediocrity. Everything you remember is pure and very personal. All individuals are unique "cases". Memory is like an artist. In our minds, we describe our uniqueness. Do you take your uniqueness seriously? Broadly speaking, the real value of spiritual things lies in its uniqueness. Whether it is people or culture. Memory depends on the carrier. The memory of a city stays in its historical blocks and buildings, and the memory of a person is in his photos, articles, old songs and calendars.
However, people can't just be passively remembered, and we also need to create memories with actions. We should use emotion, loyalty, love, responsibility and creative work to write the calendar of every day. Keep this day in mind. Don't we have the ability to enrich and enrich our lives, with depth and weight?
So I wrote:
"Life is to create every day."
I also said at an artist's party:
"We work hard today for the memory of tomorrow."
To this end, the last few days of the year. I will never talk about calendars again. I always keep these last pages. This may be due to the instinct of life. I don't want to spend all my time. You will laugh at me and ask me, can you save the day like this? I will show you four poems I wrote on the last page of this year's calendar:
How time flies,
Alas, another year,
There are no traces of flowers and leaves,
Only poetry exists in the world.
Just like the best way to preserve grapes is to turn grapes into wine; The best way to preserve the years is to try to turn them into eternal poems or scrolls.
Now let me answer the question at the beginning of the article: Why do I like calendars? Because calendars have a sense of life. Or a calendar tells me to feel life at any time and think about how to cherish it.
7. Writing: When the last page of the calendar was torn off, I didn't expect the end of the year to be so fast, and the new year had passed.
During this year, I sometimes lived lonely, happy and sad years. One year has passed, and we believe that the past year has left us not only a "shallow mark", but also a heavy sum.
This year, I went to the second day of junior high school, and my subjects increased. The second day is the most critical stage, preparing for the review of the senior high school entrance examination in the third day. I thought the second day of junior high school was a very free bird and could fly freely.
But I regret that my grades are getting worse and worse. I really should review more. When the last page of the calendar is torn off in this examination room, I will write a composition and reflect on myself. How can I make up for my loss? My life is like a tree. As long as I find my learning method, my tree of life will blossom and bear fruit. In this year, I should explore my learning methods, get new excellent results, welcome the new year and have a good time.
When the last page of the calendar was torn off, I reflected a lot. Why should I hurt teachers and parents in order to live up to their expectations? I want to surprise them and make their parents happy. I will study hard and explore my own learning methods. Tear off the last page, it will be a wonderful year. Once again, when I tear off the last page of the calendar, I think of many quiet nights, lighting my heart lamp and wiping away the dust in my heart. The days with your words seem to be yesterday.
The beating notes are the mutual concern of both sides, the love of two people waiting for the weather, the love of acacia and the carefree concern of two people. When I tear off the last page of the calendar, how can I forget that when I was frustrated, it was your selfless care and tolerant company that invisibly gave me endless spiritual strength and made me spend the most painful and frustrating days.
Because of this friendship, I am happy, comfortable and happy; Because of this friend, friendship has become an indelible landscape in my heart; Because I have this real feeling, it will become my eternal memory. When I tore off the last page of the calendar, I seemed to see your words and blessings, your gentle greetings, shallow smiles and endless affection and thoughts.
I studied hard and turned those seemingly invisible and colorful wishes into spiritual wealth and motivation. Without any commitment, the meeting in the heart has become each other's wish, and the ordinary has become a harbor of sincere affection.
When I tear off the last page of the calendar, I write down my wishes, even if it is a way for my friends to cherish sincerity, it is also my New Year gift! In the darkness of the past days, I drew you with stars, and your true feelings are like the morning star, so that I can really see you. In my words and in my songs, I praise you with notes. Your sincerity, kindness and tolerance are my eternal touch and the most beautiful memories in this life.
The most beautiful blessing in this life is to meet you; The best blessing in this life is to be able to trust you; In this life, when I tear off the last page of the calendar, it is how many ups and downs I have experienced, and you accompany me; The most beautiful blessing in this life is that friends will always be moved; The most beautiful blessing in this life is that you are safe, healthy and happy! Yesterday, I said goodbye to the sun, the moon and the stars in a hurry. However, there are always some seeds of beautiful moments, like the eternity of the sun in my heart; There are always some warm and touching delicacies that linger in the depths of my mind like the tenderness of moonlight. Between thoughts, a tender feeling of Ming Che rises slowly from my heart, and the beautiful sweetness in my heart flows like water, carrying endless thoughts, piercing the bright starry sky and flying alone in this quiet day ... In this troubled world, let's be more quiet, more indifferent and more thinking space for our own souls.
8. How to write a composition on the topic of calendar and tear up the calendar?
Childhood, like a colorful dream, makes people miss and yearn for it. Interesting things that happened in childhood often make people fall into happy memories. Next, I want to tell you something.
Seven years ago, when I was a child studying English in kindergarten, I especially hated going to kindergarten. How nice it is to stay at home and do what you like, regardless of the teacher. At that time, when I was young, I didn't have to go to school when I found red pages in my calendar. Suddenly, my young mind generate came up with a clever way to avoid going to kindergarten. If all the green pages on the calendar are torn off and only the red pages are left, will I not have to go to kindergarten?
Do it. Once my mother went downstairs to get a newspaper, and I took this opportunity to do it. I moved to a small bench, stood up, turned pages with my little hands, and tore up the green ones when I saw them. I can't wait to tear them up quickly, thinking: Haha, I don't need to go to kindergarten in the future, I can play at home freely, I don't need to be in charge of the teacher, and no children will come to me to grab things. Besides, I don't always have to wait in line to get things ... I'm happy to think about it.
Unconsciously, I have torn off most of the calendars. At this moment, the door of zero rang. In order not to let my mother find out, I hid the torn calendar under the bed and put the small bench back before opening the door. When my mother came in, she saw at a glance that half of the monthly calendar book hanging on the wall was missing, and asked me, "What's the matter, why is there only so little left in the monthly calendar book?" I proudly said to my mother, "I tore up all the green calendars so that I don't have to go to kindergarten every day." How's this? This is a good idea! " My mother smiled. That's enough. She said to me, "silly child, although you tore up the calendar, you can't tear up the time." You still have to go to kindergarten! " I listened, nodded vaguely, and my innocent eyes showed infinite disappointment. ...
After all these years, I still remember it clearly. The naive idea of childhood is ridiculous. Now, I also understand that time can't be torn off, it will only flow away slowly. Sometimes I just look at the calendar book on the wall and think of the stupid things I did when I was a child, so I can't help laughing. Childhood came back to my mind.
9. Writing the topic of calendar 800 early in the morning makes me sleepy as soon as I get up. Habitually, tear off a page of the calendar. I got up slowly and looked at those bright red words, so dazzling that another day passed. I have never noticed that time is alive and exists before. Perhaps because of the pressure of the exam, my regret for the passing of life can be expressed so clearly.
Tearing off yesterday's calendar, the past is gone, and sorrows and joys can only be turned into clouds, lingering in my heart. What I can do is to cherish the remaining time. Don't pray for the reverse of time, don't long for the long time, because time waits for no one, and he can't stop waiting for you. Only by racing against time and making ourselves run faster than time can we succeed. So we should cherish time.
Cherishing time has been the law followed by sages since ancient times. Some people say, "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." ; Some people say, "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." ; Others said: "Young people will be sad if they don't work hard." ..... The importance of time has been fully demonstrated in these wise sayings.
In today's society, time has long been forgotten, and the spirit of cherishing time should be carried forward. Only by seizing the time and working hard to make up for past regrets will we not be blamed by our conscience.
Bai Yunfei dusk, youth with the rising sun. Look, that time has really passed. Let's keep it and stop it quickly. ...
The white calendar goes from page to page, and the days go by day. Who doesn't want to do more? Who doesn't want to succeed Let's tear up the calendar and shout "Let's have a full yesterday." Only in this way can we tear off the last page that belongs to us and sigh: "My life has not been wasted, my value has been reflected, and I have no regrets ..."