At the beginning of the year, the wolf came, and everyone was scared out of their wits when they heard the news. However, no one has thought about why wolves don't stay in the mountains and come to the countryside.
Because people destroyed their homes!
In the past, the hurried Woods were built by people. In the past, hurried forests were developed by people.
I think, if we can compare our hearts, then we will feel that the wolf is coming, not the wolf's fault, but our fault.
Do you think, if wolves destroy our home, will we be very angry and want to get back at them? At the same time, wolves and people are the same, they will repay their kindness, and if others kill them, they will retaliate. In fact, the wolf's heart is the same as the human heart.
Because we destroyed their homes. ...
If we continue to cut down trees like this and create pollution, it will not only destroy the homes of wolves, but also giraffes, snakes, bears … and even our own homes!
Staring out of the window, I can only see a touch of fast-moving green, continuous and swaying with the wind. Although I feel sleepy when I meet the beautiful scenery, I recall the grandeur and heroism of the historical sites I just learned. At this point, my heart is a little calm, just like accidentally kicking a small stone on the mirror-like lake, causing ripples and restlessness.
I still remember the spectacular sight when I first entered the park. At first glance, I swept into the flat parking lot and was quickly attracted by the ancient blue archway. Whether it is color, luster, font or artistic image, it has great charm to firmly lock everyone's eyes and make everyone open their eyes. Strolling in, you will see rows of neatly arranged pine trees and strange stalactites on the side. I thought that the stone as white as a flaw and as smooth as jade was excellent, but seeing stalactites with a little impurity added a sense of reality. Still immersed in this sudden feeling, the girl who loves beauty next to her can't help but exclaim: "How beautiful!" Then came a few "click click" sounds. I turned to look, but I couldn't take my eyes off. I secretly complained that I couldn't find such a wonderful and magnificent scenery just now: like a palace that has only appeared in history, two rows of jade stairs slowly emerged in the crowd. At this time, no one has set foot on it, so I can't help but pour out my fascination with obedience.
Chinese civilization has been passed down from generation to generation for 5,000 years, and the origin of China art in Wenbo Garden has a long history. When can I be patient with these little things? At first, I was surprised by a row of stalactites in the square. Now, when I see these hieroglyphs again, I have to sincerely feel the greatness and magic of the creator. Stone, this is not unusual, but when it took the historical legend, experienced vicissitudes of life, trance, it was plated with a priceless and beautiful crown, but its ups and downs, from the beginning, it was held in people's hands-saying that you are priceless and useful; Call you a bitch and you are a loser. What is lacking is appreciation and evaluation. Although you won the laurel, the quality in your bones is only known to you and cannot be concealed. Stone, sculpture, art, people and everything.
If so, the remains are the most expressive truth in history, and emperors are the hot spots that cannot be ignored in history. From the moment I first entered the park, I was stepping on the so-called Millennium, feeling the ever-changing historical changes and the prosperity of reform and development. Qin Shihuang, who unified the whole country and annexed the world, was his unchanging determination. He stood high on the city platform, proudly looking up, overlooking the world, domineering and heroic. He is really a generation of historical heroes.
Still thinking, the jungle mountains on both sides, looking up at the sky after a tiring journey, can always use the corner of their eyes to sweep the towering Panlong column at the top of the mountain. In the early morning, the sun halo falls evenly around the column, plating the tall Panlong column with colored Phnom Penh, carving out the traces of heroes. In this ancient mountain, in the elegance of "the elephant strolls and the deer plays in the water", we hold the camera, adjust the perfect angle, capture every wonderful moment with our heart, and reflect our happy smile; Bring pen and paper, paint the most beautiful historical picture, write the most wonderful artistic life, and take away the gorgeous fragrance of history. We, singing and laughing, walk hand in hand, explore synchronously, remember for knowledge and witness each other. The truth of history cannot be forgotten, and the long river of history flows slowly in our hearts and rushes to the distance.
We admire the past history, feel the present history and write the future history. The long history needs us, as its receiver and experiencer, to give it new strength, to open up the world that belongs to us in history, so that it can still amaze countless future generations with endless vigorous strength. This is a great epic hymn left by our ancestors!
Knock on the door of life and you will find your own way. From then on, we must consciously or unconsciously move forward on this road.
Life is a long road with no end in sight. I walked on this road, looking back, where I walked, there were deep red blood, sharp swords, thorns and dead bones, and white peony. And I just walked in the preface of that middle school-seventh grade.
The road to the seventh grade was covered with blood and swords. I still remember when I first set foot in Zhong Zhen. The girl's mouth is smiling, her eyes are full of confidence and a little stubbornness. However, when I came to Class 72 1, everything changed. In the tempering of problems and achievements, the stubbornness between the eyebrows has long since vanished. Those once-praised peach eyes have been made nearsighted by fatigue, and they can't even see things ten meters away. Heavy dark circles are falling awkwardly at the moment. Who can imagine that such a nearly "semi-blind" person is a person who was once called a beauty by others? Poor eyesight didn't bring the ideal result. I have complained, but who can blame? If I never get distracted in math class, if I am willing to delve into difficult problems seriously, if I try to make good use of every minute from the first day, will all this change? Looking at the deep red in front of me and smelling the blood smell in the air, I can only cry helplessly, and I shed two tears named "hate" and "regret" here.
On the way to the seventh grade, there is also Xuelang Peony. On the road covered with blood and tears, several clusters of golden sea snow waves swayed against the bloody gas. Looking at it carefully, I recalled that winter bitterly. On that day, at the New Year's party held in my class, I volunteered to be the representative of the music class, with a bamboo flute in my hand. My heart trembled when I heard strange music, but I calmed down in an instant and played along with the music. At that moment, I was completely immersed in the wonderful music and easily walked off the stage with the applause of my peers. Throughout the seventh grade, perhaps only on that day, I once again emerged the elegant demeanor of Xuelang Peony. ...
The sea of snow waves is swaying in the residual red. Unconsciously, the gray seventh grade ushered in the last chapter, and the dead bones also opened blood-red flowers. I think, even if this road is full of thorns and fog, what? So what if I made a mistake at first? The road to the seventh grade is so difficult, didn't I walk it? It is said that ten years of cold window is bitter, but what is this year? Even if I am black and blue, I will not change this road.
You see, thorns and bones, peony in the snow waves, are my footprints!
After 20 years, everything has changed. Life has changed, family has changed, house has changed, car has changed … In short, everything has changed. If you want to know what it will be like in 20 years, please take a "time machine" to see it with me! !
As soon as I got to the station, the scenery in front of me surprised me. There are tall buildings everywhere. There are many things flying around in the sky. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a children's aircraft. There is also a house with automatic temperature control ... I have never seen all kinds of high-tech things, but these things are mediocre today. I can't help but sigh: after 20 years, technology is really developed!
When you turn on your mobile phone, other people's mobile phones are like "watermelons", only a little smaller than watermelons. I ran to the mobile phone store and found that there was an activity going on in the store. The original price of "Watermelon" mobile phone is 5000 yuan, and the current price is only 990 yuan. I was so happy that I bought it right away.
I turned on my cell phone and suddenly a short message came. I tried to catch it, but it didn't listen and I couldn't catch it. Now I'm more excited. I opened it, and it turned out that my former classmates wanted me to attend the reunion!
I opened the door and saw many old friends: Chen Yan, Guo Mengyuan, Ding Xue, Liu Xiaonan ... Chen Yan is a famous singer now, and his songs are very attractive. Guo Mengyuan is also good! He is now a well-known translator, proficient in various languages!
Ding Xue is now one of the best designers in the world. She designs at least tens of thousands of clothes, and many designers regard her as an idol!
We don't know what it will be like in 20 years, so we can only imagine and predict the future with endless phenomena. After 20 years, I am waiting for you! ! !
The color of youth, time flies, the first step has gone through many bumpy years and many ups and downs. Four years ago, we came to this beautiful campus with sincere dreams. Now we have to leave you with unfinished dreams and unfinished hearts. At this moment, how can we not remind people of the sadness and tears on campus? Those good times just passed by in a hurry and never came back. In the end, these traces can only be printed in my heart. Those cheers, those laughs, those pains, those tears can only turn into a cloud of smoke and slowly dissipate with the wind.
I still clearly remember that from the moment I set foot in this campus, I was full of infinite curiosity about everything here. Perhaps it is the expectation and yearning for a new life, perhaps it is to integrate into this strange environment as soon as possible and get in touch with these strange faces. In short, I was ignorant and often shy at that time. I don't know the way of the world, I don't know how to communicate with people, and I spent that unforgettable young life innocently and happily. Perhaps because of my immaturity in thought and psychology, I will live a chic and happy life in my freshman year. There were too many joys and sorrows that year, and every time I think about it, I will leave happy tears in my eyes. These times will be sealed in the corner of my memory forever and will never fade. At the same time, that year was also the beginning of college love. Many couples get to know each other, fall in love, and finally go hand in hand to the home of love-the palace of marriage.
Different stages will have different lives. When I was a sophomore, I was no longer a child. I broke away from immature vulgarity and began to find my own way of life. I also began to learn to travel and learn to release my life. There were few college activities that year, and there was no self-study in the morning and evening, so the class meeting was cancelled unconsciously. The time when nobody cares has finally arrived, which we have been waiting for for for a long time. So in their spare time, many students like to stay at home and play computer games, and of course I am no exception. Therefore, I will think that Senior Two is my laziest year, but it is also my freest year. That year, I also did a lot of meaningful things. I have been a volunteer, a part-time job, and have been to many beautiful places. At the same time, I also cried, tired, laughed and suffered … so I spent a short time in pain and happiness.
When I was a junior, I began to have new goals and directions. I also gradually realized the preciousness and rarity of time. It can be said that junior year is the busiest year in my college career. Many times, I will feel very tired, tired and even helpless, and I will feel the heavy feeling of time slipping through my fingers more and more clearly. But that hard time made me feel very happy. I always thought that life was the most fulfilling and memorable. Although the result will be a little regrettable, it doesn't matter, at least I have worked hard, struggled and struggled for it. I don't regret my original choice, and I don't care about the gains and losses of life. If you have something, you will lose it. I am convinced! I still smiled proudly at this wonderful junior year.
Now I'm a senior at the forefront, and I'm going to bid farewell to Nanyang Technological University soon. In this familiar homeland, there is too much sadness and attachment in my heart. Perhaps, I have long been used to her gentle care for me. When I really want to leave her, I will suddenly be filled with so much sadness and loneliness. Although she is not a first-class university, she selflessly provides a stage for us to display our talents and show ourselves. Let's release ourselves here and release our blooming youth and years. At the same time, we also work hard to loosen the soil, water and fertilize for us, expecting that we can thrive here and grow into towering trees in the future, winning glory for our country. Although even in the end, we still can't complete the mission entrusted to us by her, because of these abundant nutrients and warm sunshine, we can still strive to grow into a precious flower with transcendental self-confidence and brave pursuit. This may be our best reward for her. Looking back on the dribs and drabs of college life, those beautiful memories always reverberate in my mind, staying in that original position and never going away. Perhaps there is too much affection for this homeland; Maybe it's because with the change of time, I grew up slowly and began to know how to cherish.
South Lake, which once had a sacred grassland, has now become a beautiful Mengqian Lake. Xiao Yang Woods, once very suitable for enjoying the cool, are now covered by magnificent gymnasiums and classical and elegant library buildings. The once quiet and elegant bamboo forest has now built a magnificent experimental building. These changes confirm the rapid passage of time. Today is not what it used to be, and people go to the building. These unforgettable memories will eventually be remembered by me forever. Wherever I go, my heart will always be here. Because my dream started here, and it also started my life's struggle here.
My name is Zhao Shiyu. I am an excellent student at school and a good boy loved by my parents at home. You have to ask me what is my greatest advantage? Then I will definitely answer: I love reading.
Every day after school, I finish my homework and get free. I just sat in an armchair, sucking the nectar of knowledge. In winter morning, I can spend an afternoon in a warm and sunny place; What a wonderful enjoyment it is to sit under the window for a long time with the air conditioner on in the summer afternoon.
In the sea of books, I met the ugly duckling who bravely faced the hardships of life, appreciated Zhuge Liang's ingenious wisdom and made friends with the naughty little Doudou. There is a saying that people can't choose the length of life, but they can choose the width of life. I like books. Books are the pillar of my life. I broaden my life by reading.
Teacher's comment: Books are the ladder of human progress, and the 5,000-year-old culture of the Chinese nation is passed down through books. I hope all students love books, read books and be civilized students.
Composition four. Composition about books, 300 words.
I like reading. A book is a bright little window. When you open it, you can read other people's happiness and sadness. I like reading very much. I am a little book fan.
When I was about eight years old, I borrowed a book called Romance of the Three Kingdoms from my classmates. It was past eight when I got home. I lay in bed and began to read it. When my mother came, she just watched Cao Cao hit Guan Yu. She lifted the quilt and said, "Where did you get this book?"
I said, "I borrowed this" Three Kingdoms "from my classmate's house." In the evening, I took the book to bed and continued to watch Cao Cao hit Guan Yu with his sword. My mother found out and picked up the book as if she had burned it for me.
I quickly begged my mother not to burn it for me. I won't read under the covers next time. I picked up my beloved book, as if I were a good friend after a long separation. I am like a fine horse without a reins, wandering in the world of joys and sorrows in the book, throwing my love and hate to my heart's content.
At the beginning of the year, the river was stained with blood, and the young general stood by the river, with a pale blue cloak like a flag, holding his beloved raccoon in his right hand and a sword hanging around his waist in his left hand. In front of him is a boat swaying from side to side on the turbulent river, and behind him is a battlefield full of corpses. All the brothers were killed in this land still filled with smoke, and they still held weapons in their hands. How many people can be satisfied?
When Yu Ji crossed her knife and turned a flower of life into the blue of the spear tip, I saw bright red blood flowing through the white neck, a strong man hiding his face, and birds whining.
"Mountain arise, make great efforts to rule the world, and die when it is unfavorable. Nothing can be done until you die. Concubine Yu Jinai! " The piercing sound echoed on the river, breaking the silence of the night and breaking the cold moon in the water. When the legend of pulling the mountain and lifting the tripod faded into the yellow pages of history, when the children of the Han family sang "Clouds fly and the wind rises" in the sunset, you finally left, leaving an indomitable figure.
At this time, you, Xiang Yu, may think that you are the most unfortunate person in the world, because you failed and "completely" defeated.
Liu bang stabbed you on the bank of Wujiang River with his treachery and despicable behavior. You lost, he won. He ascended the throne of the king, and no other overlord competed with him for the world and power. Of course, happiness was his at that time. But what will happen in the end? Isn't that how he died? But did he die as tragically as you? Liu bang is the king and Xiang Yu is the hero! So you fought bravely, fought bravely, and lost bravely. When the rhythm of Chu songs torments your eardrum from all directions like magic sound, your tears abrade your stalwart in front of screaming and watery concubine. So in Wujiang, you completed the nirvana of a person who did not abandon sincerity. You are immortal. You finally defeated Liu Bang and stabbed Liu Bang's reputation in later generations with your honesty.
A black coat, a black sword, a strong black coat, black hair and warm blood, which was left to us by the once all-powerful overlord of Chu on the banks of Wujiang River. A name will be engraved in the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. And Liu Bang, what he left us is cunning or treacherous ... In the eyes of future generations, Liu Bang has never been compared with Xiang Yu, without his heroism of "swallowing the remnants of Lu" and his heroism of "blocking my dead end". Although he failed, what misfortune can he have?
[Comment] Combining the topic of "luck and misfortune", we skillfully use historical themes. By comparing Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, it is concluded that "Xiang Yu was defeated, but he died tragically and happily; Although Liu Bang won, the conclusion he left us was cunning, treacherous and unfortunate, which further clarified the dialectical relationship between luck and misfortune. Fluent language, profound feelings and vivid historical materials all show profound cultural connotations.