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a flying moth darts into the fire

A long time ago, I was a proud caterpillar. Until one day, I saw a bit of moving streamer blooming in the dark, only a moment, it was back to self. What kind of light, what kind of power, let the lost ship return again. I already have the answer in my heart. Now I come out of the cocoon and laugh at myself. Look at my beautiful blooming, soft wings, how does not belong to themselves, it is better to burn her perfect ending like moth to fire. Now I slowly recall, silently count down three two one. All my experiences in my memory, plain and light life, flat light death. How beautiful the moth is, I don't want to mention it. If you give me a chance, I don't want to dream, nor do I want to be beautiful, but I always yearn for the courage of flying moths to the fire. Even if I am faced with death, I will create another glory. Because burning does not necessarily mean destruction, but gives life a perfect ending. Her desire, her strength. Is I see the most moving streamer, the most blurred color. All of them, in the moment she threw herself into the light, burned and bloomed. Moth to fire 250 words yes, it feels light and heat, so its heart is much warmer. And it, just a moth, is also pursuing the sun. That hot heart, just like it is now, is boiling. Its heart is very happy: I finally see the sun! It was a brilliant and vigorous light, hitting its tiny body. At this time, it flies to the light. It felt the heat. It was getting hotter and hotter, and the light was getting stronger and stronger. That's it. It's drowned in the fire. Its faith did not disappear because of its leaving, but with the fire burning, forever left behind.

It pursues its own dream, only for a little bit of short-term heat; it works hard for its dream, only for the little warm light. That's what it believes - just a moment of light and heat.

This is it. Let it give its life.

What a moving moth!

And me? I just want to turn into a moth and jump at the lamp & hellip; & hellip;

Chang'an District of Shijiazhuang City 81 middle school second year: Liu Xiaohong moths to the fire 200 words once there was a small moth

It's flying freely

But no matter how you fly, it's in the dark

It never knows what light is

Until one day

It saw a fire

It thinks it's beautiful

It's gorgeous

It makes people yearn

So it's going to put all its strength into it

Rushed to the past

It came into contact with the fire

A blazing heat penetrated it

It was too painful to move

But it laughed

Smiling so brightly

It knows its life will end in the next second

But it was happy

Very satisfied

Because it finally got what it wanted

The dream came true

Even if the price is life

A gust of wind came

It has become ashes

The wind lifted it gently

Take it far away

Many people will think that moths are stupid, but it is impossible for some people to pay their lives for their dreams.

Some people, like him, know that they will be hurt and heartache. They will try and do it.

However, even if we fail, we still have a chance to smile and say, "what is this injury, this pain? '

Huiwen Middle School Grade Two: heart snow melting moth to fire dream 300 words have ridiculed your stupidity, looking at your figure flying towards the male flame. I couldn't help but bend the corner of my mouth slightly upward.

Years later, I found that you are undoubtedly the embodiment of courage and perseverance.

From the exuberant broken pupa, looking for their own brilliant world dream. To you regardless of the master of life, fight the fire. Everything is full of you are not willing to yield to the fate, do not want to live a life so peaceful atmosphere.

So, you want to make the short-term youth like fireworks, short but brilliant.

The fire is burning. It's warm to you.

Under its beautiful appearance, you fly to it recklessly and fly into its heart. You know, under its beautiful appearance, there is a greedy heart, which is eager to devour you. However, you still bravely face the road you choose.

The fire grew stronger and stronger.

You are struggling in its heart, only to achieve their final commitment: to let the short-term youth like fireworks gorgeous.

Maybe all your efforts are in vain. The fire still locks you in its heart. But you have been sticking to your promise, in its heart want to earn out of its bondage to you.

In the end, you are powerless and down, but you have fulfilled your promise. Fire, maybe your best destination?

Your life, like smoke and fire, is short but beautiful. In the hot summer night, as long as you turn on the light, you will attract countless unknown insects. These insects will be desperate to meet the light at night, but before long, these insects will become ghosts under the lamp. This is the moth fighting fire, but I don't think it's self destruction.

A lamp is something that lights at night. The moth's desperate rush to the light shows that it yearns for the light. The moth died for the ideal of light, which is worthy of death.

Most people will extend "moth to fire" to mean self defeating and self defeating. Can the moth die for the ideal of light? The realization of the ideal comes at a price. The moth gains light with its own life. This is very valuable. The little moth is willing to die for the ideal. Isn't this spirit admirable?

In my opinion, in the long history of mankind, there are many people who have the spirit of flying moths to fire.

In order to realize the human dream of flying into the sky, thousands of households in ancient China sat on a chair full of rockets at the cost of their lives and died. Franklin flew kites to attract thunder and lightning in thunderstorms in order to uncover the mystery of thunder and lightning. The Nobel family broke their homes and killed people in order to study explosives!

There is a price to realize an ideal. Don't wanhu, Franklin and Nobel do not know the danger of doing that? But why do they prefer tiger mountain when they know that there are tigers in mountain? The same is true of the moth, which is the power of ideal and faith. It is faith and ideal that make them willing to give up everything, including their own life!

Some people are afraid to pay the price in the pursuit of their ideals, and these people's ideals can only be illusions in the end. Moths are willing to sacrifice for their ideals. Compared with these people, moths are quite different.

I'm going to avenge the moth! It should not carry the eternal name of 'self destruction'! It is the moth's spirit of "fighting fire" that has become an inexhaustible motive force for us to fight for our ideals! You use the song to drive away the loneliness of the night

That's the Simmons bed you prepared for me for the night

I brought a basket of stories

Full of welcome to the blushing dimple

Poor wings

It's broken by the eagle hidden behind you

I'm dragging my body

The whispers of scattered places

With my tears

Together

Melting in your hot heart

I hope you can feel a little moist, moth to fire 150 words We are on the Chinese evening self-study, suddenly, there is a moth came to our classroom, we were shocked, quickly picked up the Chinese exercise book to hit it, but the moth is too sensitive, it flies everywhere, we can't hit it, but the smart is wrong, he fell into our class' strong man 'Li Qingming's hand, this is we all want to die, did you think, moth After being photographed on the ground, Li Qingming fought hard, but after more than a dozen repetitions, the moth still flew. At this time, we seemed to think of something. Yeah! Even moths don't care about life. What can't we do? Some people jump off buildings and commit suicide for a little conflict. We should know that life is only once. Let's reappear every minute and every second of life! Flying moth to fire

I am a moth from the earth. In the smell of grass, I open my closed eyes.

There is no light in the world, everywhere is red flowers and green grass, everything is so lovely. More attractive to me is a round object with golden light, quietly hanging in the blue sky. In its light, everything is warm, so peaceful and peaceful. What are they? With a stomach full of doubts, I tried to fly forward. Although I can feel the soft light, it is so far out of reach. With his fascination and curiosity, I decided to fly to it.

It is more and more attractive to me. I dream of singing in its warm arms one day. Finally, a bee told me that its name is the sun, it is the source of all light, the growth of all natural things draw its energy.

When I am ready to fly to it again, but suddenly can't find it, is that piece of dark cloud to grab it, or is it going to rest? When I was thinking about it, I found its figure in a small house. I rushed to it enthusiastically and wanted to tell it my yearning. But it's too hot for me to get close to. In the twinkling of an eye, I had to look for its figure again. All day long, I suddenly found that it always came quietly at night, so I waited for it day and day. Every night, I would greet it with my little wings, but it ignored me. Although it was only one step away, I still could not have it.

I know that one day, I grew up a lot, I fluttered my wings to fly to it again, I saw its unprecedented beauty, the brilliant light let me not open my eyes, I made a decision: even if broken, I would also use action to prove my pursuit, so I did not hesitate to jump in the past, swaying a lonely figure, and with the sound of 'hissing' and 'Pa Pa', I danced A beautiful farewell song. Warm, never had the warmth, touched my every nerve, I live this life, because I have an eternal soul.

Fly to the dream, even if I no longer exist. That toward never give up the spirit of my brilliant image. There are two caterpillars. They have been bored together since they were born. One day, they met again in the warm afternoon. But this time they may be together for the last time. They're going to turn into butterflies. This is very important for them, because they can finally fly in the sky as they wish, and finally have a pair of beautiful wings.

They don't know if they can get to know each other after turning into butterflies. So they gave each other a promise: don't forget me. They finally looked at each other, the hot line of sight as if to engrave each other deeply in the heart, will never forget. They quietly climbed up the branches, reluctantly into the cocoon, began to sharp change. Between talking and laughing, a quarter flies quietly, and the world ushers in a spring of the second year. Shh... Look, the cocoon is moving. Ka, cocoon split a small gap, a small head out, and then the whole body out, look! He became a beautiful butterfly. It looked at the shore beside it. For a long time, there was no shore