From the first day I went to school, my parents attached great importance to my study. Since then, my after-school life has been full of arrangements. However, one recent event left me too many days of thinking and longing & hellip; & hellip;
On Sunday, my father and I went to the bookstore to buy books. I looked left and right, and selected a book "the mystery of the earth". At the same time, my father came out of the other room with a few thick reference books and materials. When he saw the book in my hand, his facial expression immediately changed from sunny to cloudy. He grabbed the book in my hand and yelled at me: 'you're going to have an exam, and you still read these useless books. Besides, your Chinese is so poor that this "composition guide" is just right for you. 'then I took out a book from the shelf and put it in my hand. Suddenly, people in the bookstore turned their eyes to us. What kind of eyes it was, with sympathy in doubt. I didn't speak and walked out of the bookstore with the book.
Back home, I angrily threw the book on the bed - I don't know why. Because I always cherish books. I fell heavily on the bed, and my father's voice rang out: "finish the fifth page of" total practice review "tonight, and don't want to eat if you can't finish it! 'I reluctantly took out a book from the pile of books and prepared to do it with a pen. I felt that a thin book seemed so heavy in my hand. I sighed: who let me have a year on the quiz? I blindly do the homework, unknowingly have finished two or three, the cover was wet with tears. Out of the door, I found that my mother had finished the meal. When I saw her, I said: 'come and have dinner. 'I answered faintly:' I'm not hungry 'and went straight into the bedroom.
All day long, I stayed in my bedroom reading without saying a word to my parents. My heart is full of ups and downs: Dad, I know your hope for Jackie Chan is urgent, but I'm not a robot after all, and I need to rest. When will you be able to understand me and return my free and happy world? I long for a free and happy study life. I used to only want to get, but now I only want to give 600 words to many people in the name of love. Humble promise, profane oath.
There are three things to be at ease: someone believes in you, someone accompanies you, someone waits for you.
Will be jealous will be jealous will be crazy will be upset will be abnormal, like a person is like this
Then turn around, to enjoy other scenery, return to zero to give you love.
The green plum withers and the bamboo and horse grow old. From then on, I fell in love with people who are very much like you
If you really dig my heart and lungs, then I will dig your heart and lungs.
About you, I really never need to think of, because I will never forget.
You used to be reluctant to give up, and now it doesn't matter.
I hope there is such a person who spoils me
The key to a happy life is the state of mind
Time is always old, the palest miss, the most circuitous injury.
What I miss is not you, but the fatal past you gave me.
That year, we learned to love each other. This year, we learned to hurt.
Perhaps hurt, will finally let me release; perhaps release, it is doomed to leave me.
No matter how beautiful it is, it can't stand forgetting. No matter how sad it is, it can't stand time
Desperate not to let people around sad, but found that the original injury is my own.
Although I pretended to be strong to let you go, in fact, how I do not want you to go!
The phone used to be your most gentle voice, now only the air coldly respond
Time quiet good, I began to hide in the corner, heart forgotten
The beautiful vision of the future, only unbridled smile.
As we grow older, we don't get better or worse, but we become more like ourselves.
I used to only want to get, but now I only want to give
I don't understand the rambling words, so I'm not time away. Also lost the immortal ending.
Only by doing what one desires can one be truly calm
There are four hardships in life: unable to see through, reluctant to give up, unable to lose, unable to put down.
Don't take yourself too seriously. You are nothing in other people's eyes.
There is a kind of pain, you do not understand, I can cover up with a smile, with indifference packaging.
Since when, my heart has no place for you.
It seems that the sky can not bear so many heavy raindrops, all heavy hit on the ground
Can be in or out, if you are away, lovely can complain, can get together but not scattered, is the most eternal kind of good friend.
I have heard people say that memory is a bridge, which really leads to the lonely prison
I'd like to accompany you to close your eyes quietly when you are old
What we thought we would never forget is forgotten in the process.
The dream has passed, the heart has been broken, leaving only to prepare for leaving.
I am an ordinary frog in a well. However, ordinary me, like others, have a dream of my own - climbing out of the well to see a bigger blue sky.
When I was young, I tried to climb on the uneven well wall, eager to see the blue sky soon. I'm tired, but I have dreams and goals, and I long for a wider world. Finally I climbed out of the well, and I was surprised.
When I look up at the sky, my dream comes to my mind: the blue sky is like a clear mirror, clear and clear, with white clouds floating in the air, leisurely and carefree. Occasionally, a few birds fly across the sky, making people relaxed and happy. But my dream is broken, I shed sad tears, the sky lost blue. Misty grey smoke suspended in the air, fog, covered my eyes, blocked my line of sight, the whole sky chaos, no clarity, no & hellip; & hellip; my state of mind at a loss.
Long time climbing, let me dry mouth, far away I hear the sound of spring, along the sound of spring Ding Dong, eager to find the source of spring. Jump into the clear stream, have a big drink, and have two drinks with brother goldfish. What a wonderful thing in life! But the facts overturned my imagination. The lush flowers and plants on both sides of the stream, such as an old lady, are dry and unable to fall to the ground. The water in the stream is no longer as clear as it used to be. Instead, it is the suffocating pollution 'poison'. Body seems to have tens of millions of mosquitoes bite general pain, goldfish rotten smell makes me dizzy, I despair & hellip; & hellip;
With such pollution, the insect families will be more daring to do evil, breed more offspring and erode the grain fields of human beings. Let me control their population! There are so many insects that I can have a good meal. However, I didn't find any delicious food when I went over the hills and mountains. On the contrary, what I touched under my feet was a heartbreaking heat, which seemed to be about to cook me. Where there are lush forests, only the dying cracked land. All of a sudden, the fierce dust, like the roar of the sea, is replaced by a yellow desert. The sand particles dance up and down with the wind and fall around me. My heart is like a knife cutting pain & hellip; & hellip;
Now I am willing to be the frog in the well. All day long lonely looking at the blue sky basin, do not face the pain of this black sky endangering people's health. I sent out a sad: 'quack' long cry, I long for the blue sky!.
Most of my kind have been endangered by the dark sky. I'm so afraid. So I choose to go back to the bottom of the well and be the frog at the bottom of the well who is always lonely. With the sound of "Dong", the dream is broken, and everything is back to the past - only the distant sky is no longer so blue.
But it's hard for me to have my own blue sky & hellip;
I long for the blue sky -- on the freedom of the composition: I long for the freedom of 400 words, I like the real freedom, rather than blind freedom. Who doesn't want to fly as freely as birds, who doesn't want to run as freely as horses, who doesn't want to play as freely as fish. But we are human beings with advanced minds and real consciousness. The freedom we want is spiritual comfort. The freedom I need is to relax with all my heart, not to be free for the sake of freedom. The freedom I long for is real freedom, not the freedom to do whatever you want. Now we all lack this kind of real freedom. It's like that each of us has his own difficulties and has his own reasons. It's like that in our busy times, everyone is working, making money and cultivating children. But all these reasons are made up by us. We are not lack of freedom, but we are lack of spiritual home. In the dream of heaven, one day our world will be better. In that beautiful country, I saw people living a free and carefree life. Every day to meet the sunrise, breathing fresh air, a piece of beautiful pastoral life instead of busy urban prosperity, but more clean and harmonious. Under the shade of the tree, the children heard the sound of reading. They didn't study hard for fame and wealth like other children. They were imagining the beauty of the world under the tree like Newton. Their eager eyes were filled with stars, as if they were looking for the brightest one. In every corner of the world sounded the sound of the horn, that is the dawn, that is the joy of freedom, that is the happy smile of the statue of liberty. Third year of senior high school: Ouyang Zimo's composition about hometown: I long for the green lotus in my hometown. 800 words Abstract: I have finally returned to my hometown. The clear sky in July, under the sun, clouds are mixed with some intoxicating color. How I want to embrace it, because I can see my mother-in-law who has been away for many years. Willows in the village have wrinkled bark. Maybe my mother-in-law is the same! I don't have time to think about it. I want to engrave what I said to my mother-in-law in my heart like a brand. When I got to my hometown, I learned that my mother-in-law had been admitted to the county hospital due to her poor health;
My steps, wandering in the street. There is no breath of nature in the concrete forest, only the heavy breathing of busy people. This reminds me of the green lotus pond in my hometown. The lotus pond in my hometown is very beautiful. Morning mist and dew often wake up with the lotus pond. The green lotus leaves wake up first, carrying naughty dewdrops; the little Dragonfly wakes up the delicate and lovely lotus, and the pink lotus is awakened by the little dragonfly's kiss, stretches, stretches its long petals, and emits a faint fragrance.
At this time, there are always two figures of an old man and a young man walking slowly, that is me and my old but vigorous mother-in-law. When I was a child, my mother-in-law often took me to play in the lotus pond and taught me to recognize all kinds of creatures in nature. Sometimes, I ran to the lotus pond to breathe the fresh and fragrant air. When my mother-in-law arrived breathlessly, I clapped my hands and laughed: "mother-in-law lost again! 'so, day after day, I slipped away when I was breathing, I slipped away when I was racing with my mother-in-law, I slipped away when I clapped my hands and laughed & hellip; & hellip; but my mother-in-law and grandchildren had a good time.
The pace stops and the mind stops. When you get home, push the door in and look out of the window. It's already night