In the morning, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.
After I hand in my homework, I sit in a daze under the tree of the school. That's what I do. I like to be quiet. After class, the bell sounds like monk Tang's "only you". There are always a few people in the class, waiting for the countdown 3, 2, 1 after class! Class is over, the bell is like Guo Fucheng's "move up". Students can't wait to rush to the playground like prisoners released from prison.
Noon circulates like morning
That's how the day is spent. One day, I will have my day. Life is a boat, ideal is the sail of the boat. A small boat, if there is no sail, the wind will not make it forward, it will only be blown over on the bottom of the sea.
The reason why great people are great is that they have lofty ideals. They have paid more than mortal price for their ideals. They have gone through countless frustrations but never give up. They have a lamp that never goes out: striving for ideals. In order to realize his ideal, Nobel injured his relatives in the experiment; Madame Curie approached radium at the risk of shortening her life for her ideal. Finally, they created a miracle for science, made contributions to mankind, and stepped out the ladder of success for their ideals, which is the crystallization of their ideals. Major inventions and discoveries in the world are sometimes at risk of being expelled and persecuted.
I also have my own ideal, which many people think is difficult, even unrealistic. But it seems that the more people say that, the more firm the idea is. Many times, lying in bed, I will check a lot of information, and then think about whether I can do it. But every time thinking in the future, in action. In the end, I found that I was still in bed, and I could only dream.
I decided to do it according to the information I found. Every day, I still have a lot of time. I have enough time to prepare. I'm not going to give up because I know that's what I really want to do. Sometimes, you can try to talk to your heart and ask if it is very firm in this ideal or dream. After getting the definite answer, we should boldly do it, pursue it and make efforts. Even if we know how difficult it is, failure is far greater than success, we should do it without hesitation. Only in this way can we not leave regrets for ourselves.
Occasionally heard a song, and then deeply like the song's melody, feelings, content: 'I want to climb step by step, waiting for the sun to quietly look at its face, small day has a big dream, heavy shell wrapped gently look up. I'm going to climb up step by step. I'm going to fly on the leaves at the highest point. Let the wind blow dry my tears and sweat. One day I'll have my own day! " One day to grow up, one day my world will not have fairy tale 350 words, I like the people should not like, flow through the tears should not flow. I've read books I shouldn't read and heard songs I shouldn't listen to. I've seen the vicissitudes of life, and I've experienced life and death. I know what is distressing, I know what is grievance, I know how painful it is to hold the grievance in my heart, I know how sad it is to sing the song card in my throat. I know how nostalgic the endless poems are after many years. I also know that some things don't leave any traces.
In fact, I am not such a sensible child, I will cry and laugh, occasionally have some small emotions. I have seen parents angry, nervous expression, but it seems that nothing is unforgivable. I always remember that those who beat me, those who scolded me, those who hurt me and those who love me are always alone.
I have seen friends embarrassed, disgusted expression, but it seems that nothing is unforgivable. I always remember that when I was most nervous, I was always accompanied by a person.
I no longer hate who, no longer blame the content of this page by the "Four Seas network reading" for you to push who.
I think everyone has their own difficulties, who has what reason to let who is good to whom. I don't think I have any reason to blame anyone. If everyone doesn't think for themselves, what's selfish.
Now I am not so naive as before. Pale words can't represent anything. I never have any power to change anything. Good time should be cherished, finally, write a sentence: the whole world, good ~ about winter composition: I am a tree in winter 600 words, I am here, will stand as a tree in winter, record the wind direction in the past. South, north, towards the unknown. Withered branches, buried blood. A heavy snow, in a dream. The spring of life, through the gap of love closure, peeps at the parting Sheng Xiao, quietly opens the lonely white feather and walks silently.
Long for a dripping rain, wash the dark blood in the shadow. I hold a cloud of false warmth, like holding your old cotton clothes, open eyes sleeping in yesterday's warm sweet soft language.
You are a gust of wind blowing my youth, blowing the whirling branches and then dust. From spring to winter, spinning the sad and winding train, trying to find the misty reality, the real happiness, the real you. In the end, it's a secret word. In the cold winter, in the withered branches of thousands of trees, I am no longer naive clothes, by your innocent smile gradually peeling off, lonely into a tree standing in the winter. All over the blue.
The flying sand in the desert buried the red dust bit by bit. I stood there, looking away at the misty rain on one side of the river, passing under the eaves of green tiles in the corner of Jiangnan Town. I want to hold the red candle full of tears in my mouth of Tibetan incense. I'm afraid I will be lost all the way. Secretly lead a green screen window after flashing eyes into the bosom, tears but cast sword, cut but not give up. From the lush grass among the bluestone slabs, let the dew wet the embroidered sole, and step on the sadness lightly. The blue brick walls in the waiting lane are mottled with gray in memory. Gray image, with old fragrance, a bunch of old sunlight from the lattice window shot in, floating dust ripple. In the past, only this light and shadow remained in the heart of a tree. I stand there, with a reincarnation of time forgotten. Tears dripping into the bottom of my heart, is blooming in the blood of manzhusha Hua, isolated flowers on the other side. Many years later, will my body be weathered into a specimen of a flowing story under the sand?
A wind and dust hunter, from the sky of Mobei, is like the black spot of a jackdaw, accompanied by the dust falling from the wings of a solitary duck. Standing, gazing, looking through the wind of light years; I lay in the sand outside the world of mortals and heard his breath of vicissitudes. Cold eyes swept across the world's vast wilderness, and then gently, gently fall into the sand under the feet. It's here. It's here. He squatted down once the great body, eyebrows and bones gathered desolate & hellip& hellip; Want to find a lost soul for a long time.
Too long story, I locked into the ring, with my body melt into stone. You can no longer hear, can no longer hear a voice through time and space said: once, I was a tree in winter, I miss you.
I am a tree in winter. I'm waiting for you. Today, November 2006, my 250 words a day is nothing more than to be lazy - the teacher told me to keep a diary. Just after taking a bath, I should finish the teacher's instruction, just write it on the Internet! Take a look at my day as a person with wave like achievements, just as entertainment in boredom.
Morning, bed together, 5 o'clock, rub eyes, continue to sleep. When I wake up again, wow! It's only 7:55. It's five minutes before class. I get up, wash, drink a bottle of milk, ride on my 'wife', and go straight to school. Unexpected things have happened, the school is cold and quiet, only the old man is alone, I am wondering, almost class, where is the sound of reading in the past? Anyone here? When I was wondering, Yajian patted me on the shoulder. From behind me, he laughed and said: 'cai bu, it's so early! Come and help the teacher cook. ' I look back, pause for a while, ask him what time, the answer is 6:55. I fainted and murmured the stinky clock at home.
Finally, when class came, I listened to the math class absently and forgot the sky outside the classroom! How comfortable the clouds are and how cool the wind is! It's so good to be free ', I can't help feeling. After class, there is class again. This is sister Fei's class. You have to concentrate! If today is my last day holiday, 450 words if today is my last day holiday. How can I make use of this precious day? First of all, I store every second to prevent it from dripping. I don't want to think about yesterday's misfortune. Yesterday is unfortunate enough, let alone today. Will time go back? Can I be young forever? Can I heal yesterday's wounds? Can you take back a bad word, a fist and all the pain? No! The past is forever in the past, and I will never think about it again.
If today is my last holiday, I don't recall yesterday, and I don't think about tomorrow. Tomorrow is an unknown. Why waste today's time on the unknown, thinking about the sun rising again tomorrow, and the sun has already set. Walking on today's road, can I do tomorrow's things? The melon will be ripe tomorrow. Can it be planted today? Can the pain of tomorrow's study cast a shadow on today's joy? Can I worry too much? Tomorrow's tomorrow is buried by me, I don't think about it.
If today is my last holiday, this is the one I have today. Like a pardoned prisoner, I embrace the new sun with tears. Looking at the sunrise, thinking about yesterday's friends are working hard at school, I feel like a lucky person. Why do I get this last day? Is the creator original? Is today my chance to surpass others?
If today is my last holiday, I hate those who waste time, I want to destroy the habit of procrastination, I do not do business, do not idle, do not associate with bad people, and finally wake up, if lazy, is tantamount to stealing food and clothes from those who love me, I am not a thief, I want to use this last day to prove.
If today is my last holiday & hellip& hellip;
If not, I will kneel in front of God and express my deep gratitude. A sad song with 50 words
The sorrow of chanting and breaking
Faint and clear
Dry branches and dry ridges
A cool night's song
The curtain falls in the middle of the night and the light fades
Shishi No.2 Middle School, Quanzhou, Fujian
Gently lift up my scarf
Like a thorn in my heart
happy
Spread out and fly away
The roaring rain dissipated all the secrets
Angelic memories
But like the devil's hand broke the peace
hear nothing of
Miss me or not you
Delusion & hellip& hellip;
Disappear with regret
Become an angel
Waving wings
I'm always with you
Memory & hellip& hellip;
At dusk, the sun goes down to the West
Looking far away
Under the sky
I don't know if you will look up to her
Have you forgotten her?
Will you still miss her?
I know & hellip& hellip;
It's just you--
Lost in the sunset
I know & hellip& hellip;
Hide your face and sigh
Curl up gently
With tears
My heart is wandering
Tears blur the heart & hellip& hellip;
Angel, please bless him & hellip& hellip;
Under tears & hellip& hellip;
Yunuo yingti
Shishi City, Quanzhou, Fujian Province