1) Linjiang Xian-Su Shi changed the door to fire and stepped on the world of mortals. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring.

Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn.

My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon.

Don't frown before bottling.

Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.

Still smiling at spring means laughing at each other, just like the warmth of spring.

This poem was written by Su Shi in the spring of the sixth year when he learned about Hangzhou in Yuan You, Song Zhezong, to bid farewell to his old friend Qian Mufu (name) who went north from Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) via Hangzhou. The whole poem has changed the sentimental, sad and generous style of farewell poems in the past, and has made some innovations in statutes, resorting to bold, argumentative and frank writing, which has both charm and interest, and fully embodies the author's broad-minded and free-spirited personality. The poet's affection for his old friend as soon as possible is deep and delicate, and it is full of twists and turns and touching.

The first film in The World is about friends who meet again after a long separation. In the early years, Sue was the master and Qian Mufu was the calligrapher. They are friendly and have a close friendship. In three years, Mu's father went out to meet Yuezhou, many families drank wine, and Su Shi wrote poems to bid farewell. Time flies, this reunion in Hangzhou has been the third year since I left. In the past three years, Mu Fu has been traveling between both capital city and wuyue, and this time he went to Yingzhou, which is really a world of mortals. Although we have been apart for a long time, our friendship can become stronger, and we can meet and laugh, just like the warmth of spring. What is more gratifying is that friends and themselves can be self-disciplined and keep Geng Festival. Borrow a poem from Bai Juyi's "Give Yuan Zhen", that is, "There is no wave in the ancient water, and there is a knot in the autumn bamboo pole". The author believes that Mu's father, like himself, went out to protect the country because he liked to talk about political affairs and was attacked by officials.

The above sentences, starting from time, recall the previous parting, then outline an official's official career, then express the author's philosophical attitude towards an official's frustration and long-term adversity, and express his indifferent mood and loyalty and integrity by praising his friend's childlike heart and reputation. The first poem is not only a comfort and support for friends to assist the monarch in governing the country and stick to integrity, but also a self-portrayal of the poet's half-life experience and moral integrity of pine and cypress. It is the poet's self-motivation and has a strong sense of life experience. Write the Lord clearly and hide the guests; Comfort the guests with the Lord, and the guests follow the Lord, which shows that the author and friends are sincere and like-minded. The next word comes straight to the point and writes a farewell to friends on a moonlit night. The sentence "sail alone all night, Wei Yunyue bid farewell" depicts a bleak atmosphere and renders the author's depression and unhappy mood when leaving friends.

The sentence "Don't frown in front of you" has changed from sadness to generosity and heroism. It is said that geisha who are accompanied by singing and dancing at the banquet don't have to mourn or hate to leave sadness. The purpose of this sentence is, first, not to increase the sadness of parting between the traveler and the sender, and second, it is common to leave in the world, so there is no need to be sad. The two seem to be contradictory, but in fact they can be unified in restraining grief and being optimistic, which conforms to Su Shi's ideological character tempered by many official careers. After all, there is no need to leave the injury temporarily. In fact, life is like sending. Li Bai's Preface to the Spring Banquet in Peach Blossom Garden says: "The husband of heaven and earth, the journey of all things, time, passers-by of a hundred generations." Since everyone is a passer-by between heaven and earth, why should we care about the reunion and reunion in front of us? At the end of the poem, the whole poem was collected by comforting friends and releasing the soul, which not only touched people, but also revealed the same attitude towards life.

Friendship is still under the blue sky, and in countless predestinations, you and I met. Although we haven't known each other for a long time, I still regard you as a good friend.

I hope our friendship will last forever and still shine like a gem.

Old deskmate, long time no see. How are you? A few days ago, I received an email from you inviting me to a buffet.

This reminds me of that time. I wonder if you still remember? "Why are you so dishonest?" "I don't know if something happened suddenly at home, and it can't be my fault." "Even if you can't come, you should call me and let me know, right? I wasted too much time.

""I was helping myself ... "You turned around before I finished. I watched you leave with firm steps, and you didn't look back. I was the only one left in the silent corridor, which was very quiet.

"ding ...

! "Night lessons began.

This uneasy heart can't be calm for a long time. I sat at the window and stared at the unpredictable sky. The blue sky was soon covered by dark clouds, and the sky became gloomy, which made me more upset. I didn't bring my umbrella.

I can only pray in my heart that it won't rain, but the governor doesn't like it. The downpour greeted me with the end of class. The students left in groups with umbrellas in twos and threes, leaving me alone in the classroom. I was born timid and can't stand this.

I have made up my mind. Let's go! I bowed my head to take the book home and packed my schoolbag, only to find that there was an umbrella in the drawer for no reason. This umbrella is familiar, and I came home with questions.

"Slice, son, go home, you didn't bring an umbrella, you must be wet, take a bath.

"Before I ask, my mother said.

Strange, if my parents don't give it to me, who else will? I remembered the names of some friends. No, it can't be him. He must still be angry with me.

The next day, I smiled and said to the monitor, "monitor, thank you for your umbrella."

"But the monitor shook his head and pointed to a cold. You are coughing.

"It was he who secretly put the umbrella in your drawer yesterday and went home alone in the rain.

"I came home with guilt and turned on the computer to read your diary. That sentence is still there, but it has changed: "Friendship is like a new stone. Even if there is a beautiful sculpture, there will always be flaws in the dazzling light, but it is because of the flaws that the stone becomes beautiful.

"A drop of crystal water" fell on my palm. No matter how many years have passed, I will never forget this friendship. I believe that friendship remains the same.

... still writing friendship and writing 500 words in a blink of an eye, which took six years.

I can remember the past one by one, and my friends left me one by one.

What is left is an unforgettable friendship.

Opening the photo album of memory, the picture made me feel immersive, as if I had gone back to the past: that day, Xiaoming and I were on our way to school as usual.

Xiaoming and I are neighbors, classmates and good friends.

I lost 10 the day before, and I didn't care much at that time.

But I happened to find 10 yuan on my way to school with Xiaoming. My first reaction at that time was to pick up the money and put it in my pocket. I was about to put it in my pocket when Xiao Ming stopped me. "This is picked up and should be given to the teacher. How can I keep it? " "I lost this yesterday," I explained.

"Impossible, what proof do you have?" I can't: "I don't care, this is mine."

"Xiao Ming left angrily.

One day after class, Xiao Ming ignored me and even deliberately avoided me.

I thought, "He must think I'm dishonest, but I did lose 10 yuan.

Anyway, it is only 10 yuan, which is not as important as our friendship.

"I quickly handed the money to the teacher.

Before school in the afternoon, the teacher praised my spirit of finding money in public. The teacher also took out a 10 and said to me, "You entered your father's name on it."

"I nodded and took 10 yuan.

On the way home from school, Xiaoming came to me and said, "I'm sorry I misunderstood you this morning, but we are still good friends."

"This time, I not only saved my friendship, but also won the trust of my classmates and teachers, but what I care about most is the residual friendship.

In the sun, we chase and play together; In the shade, we talk and read together; In the storm, we applauded and cheered together ... it goes without saying. May our friendship last forever! O (∩ _ ∩) O is expected.

There are true feelings everywhere in the world-homesickness is still busy and meaningless, and days slip gently through my ears.

Walking on the streets of the city, there are many tall buildings and flashing lights. The shop window was decorated with clothes popular in the four seasons. The crowd is like ants, and strange faces pass by.

The city is marching in the hustle and bustle every day, continuing civilization and culture, but the affinity and trust of life and the blending with nature are gradually drifting away.

Living in a house of young crops and red bricks, I thought this was my world and my paradise.

Carefree, happy to grow up in this rainless sky.

Off the flower season, ushered in the rainy season, I also embarked on a journey of studying in different places.

Standing in a corner of the city, looking at the bustling crowd and the endless stream of vehicles, I feel very small and insignificant.

Sometimes, when the storm breaks during the day, the thick night slowly gathers around me, and my loneliness is like the falling night outside the window, getting stronger and stronger.

I don't want to turn on the light, but just sit quietly in loneliness. I am eager for the barking of dogs in distant villages, the croaking of frogs in ponds and the chirping of crickets. They swing from the horizon and faintly lift my thoughts in my heart valley. The hometown I miss day and night is getting closer, richer and clearer.

The village is small, but it is so lively and interesting because of the water plants, houses, cooking smoke, old people who can tell stories, simple and hearty villagers, children who can tie birdcages and catch slugs.

Therefore, it has become an unforgettable memory in my life.

Running around in high and low villages without knocking on other people's doors.

Although each house is similar, it is still clearly distinguished by us because of some differences.

The morning glory of this family is covered with sticks, and the red pepper of that family is hung on the eaves.

Every small garden is in good order, all kinds of vegetables are cultivated in ridges, vines are rising, and small flowers are blooming.

Full of green, a small garden, originally overflowed with the true taste and hope of life.

The small village is nourished by mountains and rivers, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green trees and firewood.

The people here are simple and kind, which makes all living things on earth willing to live with them.

Every spring, swallows come and build their nests with mud under the eaves of farmers. The picture is harmonious and moving: a family sitting on the porch is having a very ordinary dinner, and swallows whisper overhead, sometimes flying sideways from people, leaving a beautiful silhouette.

A quiet life makes the texture of life more pure and transparent.

Nowadays, facing this huge city and noisy crowd, I miss my hometown more and more.

Miss the tranquility and simplicity there, miss the freshness and cleanliness there.

Then, there is a faint regret. Why are all kinds of treasures, at that time, very ordinary, suddenly looking back, tears filled my eyes?

-still a semi-propositional composition of 800 words, Jixiao is still a beautiful music, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; Smile is a beautiful landscape painting, which makes people intoxicated; Smile is a kind and easy-to-understand language, which makes people open their hearts; Smiling is also the most beautiful expression in the world.

Smile is so magical, it can eliminate the barriers between people and encourage people when they are in trouble. It not only symbolizes tolerance and understanding, but also means sincerity and kindness.

I remember hearing a story when I was a child: once upon a time, there was a thief. He lost his parents when he was a child, and no one ever cared about him. So when I grow up, I swear to be a thief to punish people's indifference.

One day, he climbed over the window and went to the kitchen. He was about to start stealing. A little girl pushed the door and came in. She saw him standing there, her face full of surprise. He thought the little girl would definitely shout. Just as he tried to cover her mouth, the little girl smiled and said, "Uncle, are you hungry? We have delicious food at home, but there are only dishes and cupboards in the kitchen.

"He suddenly froze. He has been living in people's spit and contempt since he was a child. He has never seen anyone show such a beautiful expression to him. He suddenly felt guilty about what he had done and had an unprecedented dislike for stealing. So, before the little girl knew it, he ran away from the window. From then on, he turned over a new leaf and became a good man, always smiling at others. He said he would let someone else.

Yes, how beautiful a smile is. It can open people's beautiful side, convey care and love, face setbacks with a smile, feel happiness and taste human love. In this way, you will find that the world is so beautiful. The largest area on the earth is the ocean, and the sky is bigger than the ocean. What is bigger than the sky is the human heart. Let the heart smile and face life with a smile.

Friendship is still under the blue sky, and in countless predestinations, you and I met. Although we haven't known each other for a long time, I still regard you as a good friend.

I hope our friendship will last forever and still shine like a gem.

Old deskmate, long time no see. How are you? A few days ago, I received an email from you inviting me to a buffet.

This reminds me of that time. I wonder if you still remember? "Why are you so dishonest?" "I don't know if something happened suddenly at home, and it can't be my fault." "Even if you can't come, you should call me and let me know, right? I wasted too much time.

""I was helping myself ... "You turned around before I finished. I watched you leave with firm steps, and you didn't look back. I was the only one left in the silent corridor, which was very quiet.

"ding ...

! "Night lessons began.

This uneasy heart can't be calm for a long time. I sat at the window and stared at the unpredictable sky. The blue sky was soon covered by dark clouds, and the sky became gloomy, which made me more upset. I didn't bring my umbrella.

I can only pray in my heart that it won't rain, but the governor doesn't like it. The downpour greeted me with the end of class. The students left in groups with umbrellas in twos and threes, leaving me alone in the classroom. I was born timid and can't stand this.

I have made up my mind. Let's go! I bowed my head to take the book home and packed my schoolbag, only to find that there was an umbrella in the drawer for no reason. This umbrella is familiar, and I came home with questions.

"Slice, son, go home, you didn't bring an umbrella, you must be wet, take a bath.

"Before I ask, my mother said.

Strange, if my parents don't give it to me, who else will? I remembered the names of some friends. No, it can't be him. He must still be angry with me.

The next day, I smiled and said to the monitor, "monitor, thank you for your umbrella."

"But the monitor shook his head and pointed to a cold. You are coughing.

"It was he who secretly put the umbrella in your drawer yesterday and went home alone in the rain.

"I came home with guilt and turned on the computer to read your diary. That sentence is still there, but it has changed: "Friendship is like a new stone. Even if there is a beautiful sculpture, there will always be flaws in the dazzling light, but it is because of the flaws that the stone becomes beautiful.

"A drop of crystal water" fell on my palm. No matter how many years have passed, I will never forget this friendship. I believe that friendship remains the same.

...

The still warm composition 600 words Since the cool breeze rolled up the wet leaves on the treetops, the sunny sky is no longer rare.

Occasionally, a few rays of half-bright and half-dark clouds flow through this endless canvas, just like a distant friend showing a warm smile.

On that quiet autumn afternoon, I avoided the crowd and walked into a quiet picture.

I have heard about Suzhou gardens for a long time, but I didn't expect to walk into a little-known garden for the first time.

I stepped on some fallen leaves as soon as I entered the door.

They make a "rustling" sound, which echoes the slowly passing wind.

Walking in the corridor by the water, the maple leaves are gorgeous.

Withered red leaves float on the clear water and ripple a few times without delay, which is quite safe for "I will walk until the water checks my way, and then sit and watch the rising clouds".

Suddenly there was a lot of talking and laughing, which was particularly long in this quiet place.

Living in a pavilion by the water, there are several old people lying in chairs talking.

Looking at the reincarnation of the new green grass, they are like learned Zen masters, leisurely and serene.

The faint scent of tea mixed with the fragrance of flower trees made my heart thump.

Suddenly I remembered the peanut and jujube soup made by my mother.

She always gives me a can when I'm tired of doing my homework late at night, saying "eat while it's hot" and leaving.

I always forget the soup because I am entangled in a difficult problem or fall asleep at my desk.

I never face up to my mother's concern, just as I don't understand why I should eat bad food for my health.

Perhaps it is because I realized that an inch of grass is not enough to report three rays of spring, so I chose to escape.

And every afternoon she spends hours making soup! She carefully designed to give me a warm embrace, but I chose to fight alone and sing a disdainful song to make her retreat.

I really want to run back to her now, say "thank you" and seriously taste the care and warmth in the soup.

Look at that pool of clear water again, and suddenly have a new understanding.

We walked into the garden, where we calmed down, remembered our family, and remembered the warmth that we ignored on weekdays.

Gardens let people talk to nature, and nature makes people talk to their hearts.

The emotion we give to the garden transcends the meaning of the garden itself.

The blending of nature and soul creates the most wonderful design and the softest warmth.

Use "writing a composition ..." or "the scenery doesn't have to be magnificent, but a small action of one person can also become a beautiful scenery. At low tide, a little boy bent over and over again at the seaside, and no one understood his intention. An old man walked up to him and saw the little boy pick up the fish that failed to return to the sea on the beach and throw it into the sea. The old man couldn't help telling him, "It's meaningless for you to do so. There are thousands of fish washed up on the coast here, give it up. " The little boy said without looking up, "If it weren't for the fish, my little move saved their lives." This is a landscape, ordinary but moving, a beautiful landscape. On a rainy day, a student was trapped in school because he didn't bring rain gear. At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure-his mother. He came to meet him with an umbrella. The students came up quickly. The mother hurriedly took off her raincoat, put it on her child and put up an umbrella. The wind came at her with rain, and her clothes were wet, but she still held up an umbrella to protect her son from the wind and rain. This is a landscape, perhaps everywhere, but it is mother's milk, a beautiful landscape. One summer day, the sun was shining and the sanitation workers were still wearing it. To maintain the cleanliness and beauty of the city, although they have the reputation of "urban beauticians", they live in humble houses with meager wages. But this is also the most rare: they still work silently and shoulder the responsibility. They don't have the appearance of youth and gorgeous consciousness, but the figure they sweep the streets is really a beautiful scenery. ....

Insisting on "I'm still insisting" is a belief, an attitude and a spirit. Every morning when I wake up, I firmly grasp it. It has become my "amulet", allowing me to bravely face the countless difficulties and challenges coming on. With it, I am not afraid of anything.

Perhaps it is the failure of the exam, perhaps the pressure of entering a higher school, but it has further confirmed my belief that gold will always shine, so we must be brave in undertaking and persisting.

During the break, it is inevitable that several students will laugh at my hard work. "Hey, I studied so hard, how did I get a few points in the exam?" I smiled faintly, but a floating voice was buried in my heart: I will definitely let you see my victorious smile.

I "chewed" several math problems in my spare time, but I always have no clue. Sweat came out of my head, dripped down and splashed into "music". At this moment, there seems to be a voice whispering in my ear: give up, give up, stop, stop.

If you can't do it, let him go ... This kind of voice seems to be a reminder song, and people can't help but put down the pen and close the book ... At this time, an angel-like gentle voice sounded: You must work hard and never let go of any difficulties. For your dreams, for your future, for your parents, teachers and friends, come on! I opened the book like a reassurance, picked up a pen and inserted my thoughts into the study. At this time, I suddenly had inspiration and the difficulty was solved. This happiness is tens of millions of times sweeter than eating honey.

At night, under the lonely light, I refuse computers, TV dramas, movies and delicious food ... all these temptations are thrown into the corner. "Baby, go to bed early ..." "No, there's still one problem that hasn't been solved. When I solve it, I will definitely go to bed! " In order to wait for bees, flowers persistently open their charming bodies; In order to wait for spring, seeds persistently absorb enough water; In order to wait for the sea, the river rushed to the distance persistently.

They are all waiting for the final destination, persisting, struggling and never ending.

My friends, life may be difficult and contradictory, but we will pursue it persistently after all, because we will not see the rainbow without experiencing the wind and rain, and the fragrance of plum blossoms will come from bitter cold. I'm still holding on. I'm still moving forward. What about you? ...

Once upon a time, we all squeaked in front of everyone; When, those tearful days are still unforgettable; When did we say, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there already frost?" Holding a book?

In this world, there are many rich and poor people who are loved by their parents.

However, those loves are still there.

We've all been in love, and so will those loves? When we are full of joy and immersed in our emotions, we are still a child.

I remember it was a snowy winter, the wind was biting, and people standing on the bus stamped their feet. However, I am no exception.

Time passed by, and by chance, the familiar figure appeared in front of me. It was an unforgettable happiness, but I didn't expect the people around me.

He left and never looked back.

I still have hot milk in my pocket to warm my hands ... You wanted me to wait for you, and I did, but what about you? You never came back.

What have we lost, and those tears are still there? On a gray day, the moon passed by Polaris, and the tears turned into snow and fell on my heart one by one.

Trembling and curled up, trying not to feel sad, but still repairing endless sadness.

Sometimes, it's not that I don't want to have it, because one day I will lose it.

It is painful to lose it.

We all missed someone, will that feeling still be there? It's snowing, and my face hurts.

Otherwise, my heart is also hurting.

Sometimes, if you lose it, you will regret not cherishing it.

All those things that have passed away, although they have been left in front of us, will never disappear in our hearts.

Listen to a song once in a while, and you will still feel lost; Occasionally go to a place I haven't been to for a long time, unfamiliar but familiar, so I will still miss you, my heart will still hurt, and my eyes will still be red.

In fact, you have no idea how fragile I am. All you see is my strength.

When I walked, I dispersed, and my memory faded.

Looking back, I found that I had left, and I understood.

In fact, those feelings of missing are still there.

In fact, those people or things that have passed away are still there.

In fact, those loves are still there! still there/be still ...

Please indicate the source? What do you mean you're still smiling?