Past senior high school composition 1 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time old people live their own lives, what we complain about and what we expect. The sadness of the past and the beauty of the future are out of reach. We should know how to cherish and have.
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Nature cherishes possession.
Nature is ruthless, and nature is lovely. The earthquake in May 2008, 12, devastated the once vibrant Wenchuan. What is left is piles of ruins. We are very sad. However, the 8.0 earthquake did not break the hearts of our Chinese sons and daughters. 65.438+03 billion hearts are closely linked, 65.438+03 billion hands are tightly clasped, and unity is strength. We have the virtue of self-improvement of the Chinese nation, and we have the love from everyone in the world. The cruelty of reality and the ruthlessness of nature have become memories. A simple salute, a warm message and a touching picture are all worth cherishing, which will be a great wealth in our life.
Success cherishes possession.
Remember winning eight gold medals in the 2008 Olympic Games? Phelps. The blooming flowers are beautiful. He was very happy when he stood on the highest podium. When the reporter interviewed him, he shed tears, which were tears of happiness and a drop of tears that ended his frustration. He said: "This is my reward after paying. After years of training, I have a different training course from others. The process is painful, but the ups and downs of the process are worth cherishing. It is because I cherish the process that I can better understand the happiness I have after success. " This sentence inspires me. I will work hard and I will struggle. ...
Friendship cherishes possession.
There was a sincere friendship before my eyes, but I didn't. At that time, I was still a naive and lively kid with an inseparable playmate. We went to school together and played together after school, until one day, I found that his hair was getting less and less. I laughed at him and he began to wear a hat. He stopped running around with me, and the smile on his face became less and less. On the last day of that year, he said goodbye to me with many stars and paper cranes, saying that he would go far away. At that time, I couldn't see his melancholy and sadness. I just ...
The beauty of nature, the sweetness of success and the truth of friendship. Although we don't have all this, we can cherish it, make it a beautiful memory, cherish it and taste it. ...
I used to study at school, except for studying. Many students are bored, bored and bitter about it. However, there is still a bright sky waiting for you in this bitter study career.
It has been more than half a year since I entered high school, and I probably haven't changed from my beautiful junior high school life! Therefore, I will occasionally recall the past in junior high school. On the second day of the first grade, students will also take time out to relax themselves during their busy study. In the boring school study, there is also laughter, and you can also find a small sky of your own. It is no exaggeration to read dozens of novels. However, the arrival of black July has disrupted all the peace and beauty of this life. He makes us feel nervous, scared and even more painful.
In that tense and painful day, the students lost their own sky, and the novels were thrown aside, with a bitter gourd face all day. Even after class is over, the classroom is quiet. Occasionally, I hear a voice: "Hey, how to do this problem?": "Lend me your test paper." I only see locked brows and faces thinking hard. I had to keep chanting in my heart: "the question, the question comes out quickly;" Time, time will come back soon. " Alas! Such a student is really difficult. How can time go back? However, some students are right. Although time cannot be reversed, it can be won back.
The clock at the back of the classroom has started counting down. Although it is already late at night, there are countless figures in the classroom under the light. They are constantly learning and trying to overcome problems. At this moment, I really understand that time is like money. Rather, time is life.
Black July passed slowly. Although time wore away the students' spirits, everyone passed the test in July. On the day I got the admission notice, I saw the bright smiles on my classmates' faces again. Smile is more mature than before, so relaxed, natural, sweet, with confidence and longing. Most students have achieved fruitful results and have the opportunity to continue their studies. Although a few failed to taste it as they wished, they all tried, persisted and never gave up, so they were equally happy.
The past is like smoke, and the pain brought by black July to the students is gradually forgotten. Although high school life is rich and colorful, how can it be compared with the days when junior high school grabs time, struggles desperately and has fun in bitterness? However, some of our classmates have a new view: it is no longer dark in July, which brings students a challenging life and leaves them with more beautiful memories. At this time, I found that busy study is our real fulfilling life. July is always a turning point in life. How many July are there in life? Never give up on him easily! In order to achieve our goal, we are the best only if we live in such an era.
Black July has gone with the wind, and what awaits us is a new July, a more challenging July. We are looking forward to such July.
How many stories can linger in my heart for a long time, and how many stories are like floating clouds. Ink drops into the sea and eventually dissipates.
On a sunny day in August, my thoughts were disturbed by the long cicada singing. The innocent blue sky has not been polluted by the worldly thoughts of the world. Sunlight flows through the branches and leaves on the blue-gray path, leaving layers of mottled brown shadows. Gentle and kind building roof, tricolor old cat licking its claws slowly, and purring contentedly in its throat. When the tail tip is picked, the slender shadow flies past, evoking the long memory of people reclining under the tree.
She looked up and looked at the quiet blue sky through the cracks in the leaves aroused by the breeze. Simple blue reveals boredom and loneliness.
She knew what was missing. A perfect sky oil painting will not be without clouds.
She thought of someone. At that time, the leaves were not lush, and the old cat was still a naive and lovely kitten. The shadow of the building is so tall and straight, so energetic.
That August night, they lay on their backs on the roof, counting the bright stars that were not covered by clouds. On a cool night, cicadas are still singing, but they are not noisy or upset.
The past is always forgotten quickly, just like a child who doesn't know how to keep precious handwritten letters well. As time goes by, his handwriting is gradually blurred. But there is always a sentence or two, not written on paper, but engraved in the innocent heart of childhood.
"You know what? Clouds are destined to travel far. "
She remembers that night, the man's smile opened his mouth. Although he sank into the dim night, he could vaguely describe the faint radian of the little girl's mouth, and the laughter like a bell echoed in her ear all the time, dormant in her memory through the years.
She remembers that in August of another year, the man quietly left their sky like a light cloud and went to a distant place. In her later life, he disappeared without a trace and was silent. From then on, there is not a cloud in the beautiful sky, and blue is lonely.
Time goes by, circumstances change, all kinds of weather, all kinds of clouds, all kinds of rain, all kinds of wind, all kinds of people come into her life. The monotonous blue sky, when she grew up slowly, quietly dyed with various colors.
After many years, the branches and leaves of the old trees have become lush, the lively kittens have grown into lazy old cats, and the tall buildings in the past have long been worn out in the wind and rain. At this time, she suddenly looked back and suddenly found herself a small paragraph in countless stories in the mortal world.
It turns out that time can change everything. From cats and trees, houses and sky, to everyone. Nothing can remain the same after years of baptism except memory.
Only memory is eternal. Only memory is eternal.
Everyone's heart has a blue sky and the whitest cloud.
Those memories, not fade away.
There is always some gravel in my heart, which will not be washed away by the waves of time.
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Ginkgo orchard was blown down by the wind, and the past also floated with the wind. The memory was pulled back to six years ago, and the figure was looming in my mind.
It is cold and rainy outside the classroom. I was the first to rush out of the classroom when the school bell rang. This day is different from usual. My father is coming to pick me up. I stood at the door of the classroom and saw him standing in the crowd at a glance. He is wearing a green raincoat, and yellow ginkgo leaves are falling from him.
I have no umbrella. The cold rain made me afraid to go to him, so I had to wait for him to see me in the crowd. He is not tall, tiptoes and squints at my direction. I jumped up with joy and waved to him, but his eyes passed me by.
I put down my hand in disappointment and looked at him quietly. He kept looking in my direction, and I don't know how many times his eyes swept me, but he still didn't recognize his daughter.
I stood in a conspicuous position, and people kept pushing past me. He began to look flustered, looked around and stopped at a girl about my height. He patted the girl on the shoulder. When the girl turned around, he realized that he had mistaken me for someone else. After apologizing, he immediately turned his head with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
My classmates walked past me holding my parents' hands, and I was still standing there with an unforgettable pain in my heart. The crowd dispersed and he finally saw me.
He raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, pointed to the carport with his finger, motioned for me to stand there and wait, then turned and ran to the carport, looking back from time to time. He is not tall, and his legs are not long, and he begins to jump like a lively child. His "outer eight-character" pace is very strong and rhythmic, and his arms swing far away with the rhythm. He got on the bike skillfully, slammed on the accelerator and leaned over. The bike drew a natural arc on the playground and came straight to me. His green raincoat was blown up by the wind and looked like a fat man weighing more than 300 kilograms. He glanced in my direction, sped up, braked suddenly in front of me, and motioned me to get on the bus in the most handsome posture he thought. I was stunned for a moment, and then I was amused by his smug expression.
I got on the bus and got into his big raincoat. His back is thin, but warm. I am glad that I have a father who can make me laugh when I am unhappy, which makes this road home unusual.
This is his first and last time to meet me at school. I haven't seen him much since he divorced his mother. This is all I can remember about my father. I am very satisfied and grateful. At least my father and I had a childhood. As for my future life, I still have these memories with me.
Today, I write this long-hidden past in my pen, and also in a deeper place in my heart; I can still remember the ginkgo leaves falling next year.
How splendid is the history of China? It is as dazzling as the stars in the sky and as shining as the pearls in the sea! Let's walk along the beach of history and approach Emperor Taizong!
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"Zhenguan rule" refers to the peaceful and prosperous times in the early Tang Dynasty. At that time, the title was "Zhenguan", so it was called "Zhenguan Governance" in history. Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong, initiated this prosperous time. "Shimin" means to help the world and people. Emperor Taizong was one of the famous emperors in ancient China. During his reign, the country was prosperous and the economy was prosperous, which laid the foundation for the later "Kaiyuan" prosperity.
Emperor Taizong appointed people on merit, knew people well, spoke freely, and was humble. He appointed a group of wise ministers such as Wei Zhi, and adopted policies such as taking agriculture as the foundation, reducing taxes, recuperating with the people, practicing economy, perfecting the imperial examination system and establishing friendly relations among ethnic groups. Under his rule, the Tang Dynasty witnessed economic development, social stability, political clarity, harmony between the monarch and the minister, and the people of Qixin all over the country had ample food and clothing and kept their homes open at night, which was a prosperous scene of peace and prosperity. In addition, during the Zhenguan period, the contact between the Han nationality and various ethnic minorities in China was strengthened, the jurisdiction over the northwest region was strengthened, and friendly exchanges with Asian countries were strengthened, forming an unprecedented prosperity situation of the friendship between the four foreigners.
In history, Li Shimin Yanmenguan, a teenager, offered a plan to save the enemy, Li Shimin, a teenager, supported his father Li Yuan to stand on his own feet against Sui Dynasty, Li Shimin, who proclaimed himself emperor in Xuanwumen, and Emperor Taizong, who ruled Zhenguan, started a prosperous time. Later, his rebellion, introspection and forbearance all set in the footsteps of Ming Di, outlining the extraordinary image of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin.
After Emperor Taizong ascended the throne, he thought that only by selecting a large number of talents with real talents and practical learning could he rule the world. Therefore, he was eager for talents, issued decrees one after another to seek talents, increased the subjects of imperial examinations, and expanded the scope and number of candidates to expose more talents. Emperor Taizong knew that rulers were short and powerful. He can't stick to the rules without pursuing perfection. But according to the different characteristics of courtiers, we can accurately locate them, foster strengths and avoid weaknesses, and then we can perform our duties well. Because Emperor Taizong attached great importance to talents, a large number of talents emerged in Zhenguan, among which Wei Zhi was an outstanding representative. He very much agrees with Wei Zhi's view that listening is bright and listening is dark. After Wei Zhi's death, Li Shimin shed sad tears. He said to his ministers, "My husband can dress himself up with bronze as a mirror; Taking history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall; Take people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses. I protect these three mirrors from passing by. Today, Wei Zhi died, and he died in the mirror! "
The main reason why Tang Taizong was highly praised by later generations was not the vast territory, prosperous economy and sharp military, but his broad-minded and tolerant attitude. Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty, was admired by later generations for his broad mind and foresight as a leader. His success created a century-long lasting romance for China.
In the past, the moment when the meteor crossed was not a wish, but a miss.
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When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small town, where I have the deepest memories of my childhood. Looking back so far, I still can't forget its faint modality and flowing water; I can't forget its blue bricks and red tiles, and the fragrance of camphor trees; I can't forget its narrow alleys and dark courtyards; I can't forget my grandmother's best love for me. ...
At that time, I was most looking forward to the festival, because at this time, my grandmother would buy a lot of mouth-watering food: carp yue longmen, steamed bacon, steamed pork with rice flour, braised pork ... I was always greedy, and when my grandmother wasn't looking, I quietly ran into the kitchen, picked up a delicious piece of braised pork with my hand and stuffed it straight into my mouth, just like a derailed kitten, and then walked out of the kitchen thinking that nothing had happened, and my mouth was full of oil. Grandma always looks at me with a smile, and the deep wrinkles in her eyes seem vivid. Then she scratched my little nose with her finger and scolded, "You greedy cat!" " "
There is a bridge not far from my grandmother's house, connecting the market and the street. Four-wheelers on the bridge drive there day and night. Do the uncles who pull wagons like this street too much to have a rest?
Every evening, grandma will hold my hand tightly and lead me across the bridge. The sun is setting, and it is far away. The setting sun gradually lengthened the back of the two people and fixed them into a permanent picture.
Under the bridge is a small river with the sound of children playing. It crosses the long bridge and flows endlessly ... on the way home, it has to pass the small bridge, so grandma will hold my hand and walk by it day after day.
Whenever the weather clears up, grandma will carry a basket of clothes, hold a big wooden basin and take a small tail-me, and come to the river under the bridge to wash clothes. Grandma always finds the cleanest stone, and then bends down and sits on it with some difficulty, panting slightly. The wooden sticks in their hands kept waving, and the water mixed with white bubbles splashed around naughtily, and some rose proudly. Some of them stumbled to the wooden basin, and a group of people fell to the ground hand in hand with a smile, but most of them rushed to grandma's weather-beaten hand and gave her an angelic kiss affectionately. ...
Grandma's hands are looming in bubbles and water. Her hands are not as slender and young as mom's, and they are also different from dad's strong hands. It has its charm and cycad-like fragrance. I always sit side by side with my grandmother on a stone, watching the dirty clothes become as clean and white as magic in her hands, and at the same time freeing my feet and letting them swim around in the water …
When I reached school age, my parents took me back to the city. Memories of the town floated through my childhood and accompanied me for more than ten years. Whenever I sit at my desk alone in the dead of night, my grandmother's loving face and the years I spent with her will flash in my mind. And these beautiful memories have become eternal in my heart, buried in the deepest memory.
Time flies, the sun flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have changed from an urchin to a fledgling high school student. While constantly meeting new challenges, some "past events" that have become the past also come to mind.
The sunshine in the morning is always so bright, the elderly who exercise are always so leisurely, and the traffic in the morning rush hour is always so crowded. But this day is a little different for me! Me, late! Running all the way from home to school, I just stopped to adjust my shortness of breath when I arrived at the school gate. Ding-"the reminder version of the class bell rings at the right time. There is no doubt that I am late. It's starting to be crucial. But what makes me, a student who has never been late, late? Tears. ...
When the first ray of sunshine came into my room in the morning and I opened my eyes, I was shocked. What I saw was a mess … I jumped out of bed in disgust, only to find a criminal lounging on the carpet. A white cat's face is full of joy, but everything is gray except its head and back? ! Especially the four claws, which turned out to be black ... then I turned to look at the homework I left on the table last night. God, please give me a wonderful time! In addition to the black square characters, there are more than N kinds of inexplicable "decorative" small plum blossoms, which can't help but exclaim. This call scared the white cat who was dating Duke Zhou to death and looked at me in horror. Looking at TA's wide-open cat's eye, erect ears and ready-to-go posture, for an instant, his anger disappeared by half, but it was just a cat. How does TA know that the paper on the desk is called "homework"? But what about the fruits of my labor? The first class is Chinese! I can't hand in the copy that the Chinese teacher asked for. What should I do? Not paying? Neither can i. After five minutes of ideological struggle, I finally made up my mind to grit my teeth and write! But the more I write, the angrier I get. Then I looked back at the white cat cowering in the corner. Alas, no matter how angry I am, I can't let some creature write for me ... After a burst of crazy writing, I suddenly looked up. Oh, my God, I'm going to be late! I just flew downstairs, across the city. I want to slow down and say sorry to the old man who was scared by me, but I am already late. ...
After so many years, the white cat has been given away, and my homework is no longer in danger of being "dirty" and I won't be late again. But my nostalgia for white cats and the past is really growing bit by bit, and they will be sealed in the depths of my memory forever and ever and become the past. ...
The past is long, like flowers in the fog and the moon in the mirror, but I still hope that this memory will always be a warm candlelight, reflecting me until the vicissitudes of life.
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Before the age of six, memory began in the field.
There are green vegetable fields, mottled stone steps, countless mysterious stories hidden in the fir forest behind the red brick house, and countless laughter and laughter overflowing from the bumpy pier.
The school is not far from home. I drank a bowl of rice porridge in the early morning, carried Mickey Mouse's new schoolbag, invited friends and shouted all the way. When I got to school, I must have trotted into the classroom with a bunch of wild flowers or dog tail grass in my hand, sniffing my nose, proudly showing off my new gadgets, and the day began like this.
There are not many classes in kindergarten, so playing games has become the most beautiful time. Listeners can also get an extra watermelon, a beautiful and gentle female teacher's reward, and a generous reward! Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't eat watermelon. Close your eyes and sip your lips during lunch break. You just want the teacher to stick a few dazzling little red flowers on your forehead, and you are smiling all afternoon. When I get home, I can show it to my grandparents first, get a few smiles and praise, and my heart is full of sweetness. You will carefully stick small red flowers on the wall, count them and secretly decide to make persistent efforts.
After dropping out of school, I still remember that my friends were not strict in family education, so I lined up on the ridge of the field, picked a few leaves of other people's vegetables, washed them with water and put them on the homemade earthen stove. Everyone took out the food stolen from home in the morning, lit a fire and began to "add meals" happily.
Wipe your mouth after eating and drinking, prepare to be scolded righteously, wave in the afterglow of Xiangyang, and drag a long shadow back to the home where the smoke rises. This is the end of the day.
Even so, life on the farm day after day is not monotonous. Picking a "twin peach", looking for a dead wild duck, looking for a snakeskin, and fashionable cartoons will all become topics of relish, dirty but shiny. I am really happy these days!
With the promotion to the primary school in the town, I seem to be a "city child" in the eyes of my friends. Beautiful clothes and excellent grades, the distance between us is getting bigger and bigger. Play childhood games and stand aside for fear of getting dirty. After sweating like a pig, I saw them vying for a bottle of water, but I waved and refused their kindness. Gradually, I became a marginal person, and my heart became more and more lonely. Can't I pick up my childhood shells?
Just let it be, everyone has his own way, and the past is all memories. I would like to keep it in my heart and look back on the past days. I am happy; Looking ahead, I need to work harder. Leave the past as a aftertaste. If you remember it, what else can you ask for?
Yesterday, it rained in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die ... Do you know how much we missed you after you left? Do you know how sad we were when you left? Do you know how sad we were when you left? What about you? Living in another world, how do you know all this? How can you be so cruel?
Remember, I graduated from junior high school. Did you come to my graduation ceremony? Before graduation ceremony, if you feel hungry, go out for dinner. You came back from the outside and went to the conference room, just in time to see me coming down from the podium. Finally, the class teacher told you about my academic performance, and the smile on your face was full. When you left, you saw the teacher still telling me at the stairs: You have to make up math classes when you go home, especially those who can't ... You asked me outside, don't you want to go to Xiamen to study in high school? Still going? I told you not to. Longyan is also doing well in school, and the admission notice has come down. I don't want to go to high school again. In fact, I really want to go to Xiamen to attend high school. I just didn't say it.
I still remember that when we saw the fruits in the refrigerator at home, we always put Huang Huali and grapes under the refrigerator and took them out to eat when they turned into ice. It was delicious at that time. I said it was too cold, and you still thought it was delicious when your teeth were cold. Remember the season of grapefruit? You often let me peel grapefruit. I always say that you are so close to me that you won't do it yourself, but after all, I started peeling grapefruit. ...
Do you still remember "Decoding the Mind" that we watched together? I went to see it with your friend, in the movie city not far from the house you rented. We all cried after watching it, but the movie was so touching that everyone present cried except me. Do you know why I don't cry? It's not that movies are not touching, but that men don't cry easily, and so do girls. Naturally, they won't cry until they are sad. After watching this movie, you issued a statement saying, "Decoding the Mind is so touching that many people cried."
I still remember Friday, the prelude to the sports meeting. You came to meet me at school, but I didn't wait for you at the school gate. You're worried I'll come to me. If you can't find it, you can ask someone else. A female student took you to the teacher's canteen. As soon as I saw you, I left my job and told the teacher that you were here. Can I go first? At the red street lamp, I posted a message saying, "This meal makes me tremble with fear". You commented not to be proud. I was curious at the time. I've never seen you play with your mobile phone. what did you say ? After taking me home, you went out to do other things and left me alone in the house you rented.
Do you still remember, you said that a beautiful girl bought me clothes, should I invite her to dinner? I said that after the New Year, we would invite elder sister to dinner. Now that you're gone, we still owe the pretty girl a meal. Why now?
Now all this can only be memories, but memories are so painful and sad, and there are many good memories. Do you remember them? Dear brother! How are you getting on in the other world? We miss you very much!