1 once my dream was just a virtual illusion. I used to stubbornly believe that I am who I am and that God will never change. I once wanted to go beyond the mundane to pursue an elegant life, so in the most difficult years of the sixth grade, when others were immersed in the vast sea of questions, I told myself: "It is very regrettable that a person who is only immersed in walking forgets the beautiful scenery along the way. If we have life, we should enjoy this beautiful life. "
My stubborn and childish dream just proves my shallowness.
I sing my own song in My World. I express my feelings in my exquisite diary. In the bright moonlight, I fly with infinite reverie. I feel my dream in the drizzle. I even think that all I need in my world is a book, a cup of tea, a window with sunshine forever, a lamp and a quiet room. I need any decorations now.
In the dead of night, I was dreaming stupid literary dreams in my own sky. I made a pair of colorful wings with colorful dreams. I thought it could fly freely under the blue sky and white clouds.
But before the dream could fly, it broke its wings first. Life has not spared me, a naive and escapist boy.
The rainy night is beating on the window. Under the dim light, I try to repair the blood-soaked wound with the finest silk thread. When the wind chimes in front of the window rang my heart, I found that the past days, like candles in the wind, shed a string of regrets that I couldn't hold up.
Holding hands again, all the poetic lyrics can't sing the previous tune. All dreams no longer fly from the brow, just a mirror.
My lost tears slid across my face, condensed into transparent water and frozen into lingering pain in the depths of my soul.
Maybe the dream is too heavy and beautiful, and it will break its wings.
It doesn't rain on sunny days.
I should put my dream in a corner until one day the flame of my life is enough to ignite its enthusiasm. I know I have to go back and work harder to catch up with many days I will lose.
The hardest part of life is hard to cross. Possibility-you have crossed over, walked past yourself, and pursued the missed glory in life. I want to use my youth, passion and a brand-new self to make a pair of simple wings and fly freely towards the blue sky.
The eighth grade composition 2 quietly spent the most precious youth in confusion, and the passage of time made people full of nostalgia and reverie.
If life is like the first time, this sentence makes me think. It's the beginning of Mulan, but it feels more like the end. This is its charm and the art of poetry, and words have endless meanings. How many times have I whispered, hoping to find a little comfort and soothe my soul in loneliness, hoping that things will be perfect as always. But this is an illusion after all. Everything is changing and developing, nothing can be changed.
When I was a freshman, I read Nalan's ci, fell in love with his ci and fell in love with him. Really, it's like being surrounded by a huge net and can't escape. Gradually, the days passed, and most of the blue words that I had worked so hard to memorize before were forgotten. The word order of a sentence using Nalan words is: only Tao was unusual at that time. I think his words hit the nail on the head. I always cherish them when I forget and lose them. When everything will disappear, I always think of their original beauty. I always spend my beautiful years silently in a daze.
I often miss people who have left, and I miss strangers who appear in the perspective from time to time. Feeling that they are so close and so far away, this idiom blurts out. In fact, they are just passers-by, and none of them are real friends. I still remember a girl telling me that friends are just passers-by in life, embellished by fate, and sometimes people who help you are really unnecessary. I meditated quietly, full of doubts, and then she stopped being my friend. I understand the intention of her words, but I never understand the real meaning of those words. Because I always believe that true feelings can make everything beautiful.
Reading some words about youth always makes me feel too old and haggard. Ignorant destroyed a lot, but got nothing, everything is irreparable, and the years are full of too many regrets, too many regrets. Reading Xi Murong's poem "Youth is a book that is too hasty" and Xin Qiji's word "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow", I always feel that I was too presumptuous and arrogant when I was young, but I didn't have any capital investment, and I won't have any brilliant achievements after all.
Some people say that I am mature and mature, but unless I am really serious, I can't get rid of my naivety. I think it's a little appropriate. I hope I will never change, keep my original self, and let everyone see me and think that I am me. Don't chant "Life is like seeing it at first sight".
The true appearance, the youthful appearance, is only a dream sixteen years ago.
Eight years ago, I came to Xinjiang with my parents and came to this group farm.
Now, I have been in this group farm for eight years, and my parents have also contracted land in grass-roots companies for 89 years. However, in recent years, the local hukou has been implemented, which is not within the scope of the workers of the group farm, but can only be regarded as the residents of the group farm. Families like ours are very common in the group farm. If we guide for some small reasons, we will miss the identity of employees and cannot enjoy a series of preferential policies of the group farm. Just like migrant workers in big cities, they have enjoyed their own strength and contributed their youth to the construction of the city, but their identity is difficult to be confirmed and cannot be truly accepted by the city. They will always be a special group.
Personally, the system of accepting workers in the league farm is too rigid in practice, which makes many people who have contributed to the construction of northwest China unable to really integrate into the big family of the league farm. Of course, I said these words with some personal feelings, but not entirely for personal interests. Perhaps the benefits those workers get from the league farm are not so great, but for those who don't have the status of "workers", what they value may not be those benefits, but a justified identity recognized by the government. Of course, you can survive without this identity. However, if the government can flexibly adjust and implement the system and give those people such status, their innovations will be gradually implemented in this land, and they are willing to make more contributions to the construction and development here.
I once again thought of the migrant workers in the city. If the "city people" in the city show more respect and care for them, the impact on them will be no less than giving them bonuses or other material support. Sometimes, spiritual power can make people strive to create material wealth. Isn't that what the country needs?
The national policy system sometimes needs fresh blood, and proper exercise will only lead to healthier growth. Similarly, flexible adjustment of some policies will also promote the economic and cultural construction of our group farm.
The fourth article of the eighth grade composition is a piece of colored paper, which can't finish writing such a long past; Lack of clear words, endless silence staring at purple strangers and cold smoke; A percussion song can sing melodious tunes of fleeting time. In retrospect, the love with my friend is deep and long-lasting. Never think, never forget.
When did you find yourself making this special friend? It slipped my mind. Perhaps it is the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies, or it may be the summer when the leaves are red; It may also be the autumn when the wind blows away chrysanthemums, or the winter when snow presses cold branches; Is it morning when the sun rises? Hot noon? Sunset and dusk? I forgot, too. It's just that there is a trance-like shadow in my memory. When I meet it, my world will bloom in spring.
When it first appeared in my life, I had an indescribable feeling. As long as you are around, you will feel a sense of security. Its existence is the greatest blessing to me; Here, even if it is cloudy, it is sunny. How I want to say to it: "The rest of my life is so long, only you are the most unforgettable."
Indeed, whenever I see it, my mouth will rise involuntarily, and there is always a trace of inexplicable joy in my heart. Touching with your fingers always feels like touching the string in your heart. When I am with it, whether I am sad or happy, I can always find my place in the end. How lucky I am to meet you in my best years. Because I met you, I won't be confused on the poetic road of youth, and I will learn to cherish it!
It taught me a lot. Giving up is incompetence, not giving up is ignorance, and luck is a light that takes a long time to shine. It also told me that if I didn't go out for a walk, I would think that the bottom of the well was the whole world. So, take me to see the scenery of the Alps, to appreciate the endless Sahara desert, to appreciate the aurora in the Arctic, and to explore the heroic Congo River. For a moment, I really felt that it was a friend of mine, a friend I could trust with my heart.
It accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through every morning and evening, and I can still remember what it said: "When you are sad, you will like to watch the sunset." But I said, "Because of you, I won't be sad."
Its name is "Book". In my eyes, it is the flower of the tree, and it is the whisper of swallows among the beams. It's love, warmth, hope, and it's March day on earth! I am very touched. I've carried it all my life. My life is rich and colorful. I will keep my promise and accompany you to eternity.
Teacher's comment: Whenever I see such a junior high school student's homework, it will always make people shine. One of the highlights of this paper is the beautiful and elegant writing and strong literary atmosphere; Second, the text is concise and lively, with many parallel sentences, neat sentence patterns and smooth writing; Third, skillfully use bedding and foreshadowing to accumulate feelings. Finally, I pointed out that I was moved by the book. Wandering deserves to be the first talented woman in no.4 middle school at present.
Li Bai, a poet, left his hometown Jiangyou at the age of 25 and traveled around.
Later, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty hired him as a secretary. In fact, he just copied a document and wrote a notice or something. Li Bai is not satisfied with this job, and thinks it is "a janitor's undergraduate-a talented person has not met". He is straightforward, so. In his spare time, he even indulged in drinking and singing, which offended Secretary-General Gao Lishi. But Gao Lishi is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and always tries to make Li Bai feel uncomfortable.
Li Bai made a careful analysis of the present situation and thought that he had no college degree or professional title. In addition, he was often slandered by villains and decided to start his own business, quit his job and become a freelance writer.
After resigning, Taibai Culture Communication Co., Ltd. was established as the chairman, Du Fu as the general manager and Yan Zhenqing as the signboard.
Li Bai has been a good wine since he was a child, and his own wine enjoys a high reputation in Baoji area. Every time I drink, I am full of poetry, staying up all night, reciting poetry and painting. Finally, he got the nickname of "Brewmaster", and there are hundreds of stories about Li Bai's poems about fighting wine.
Li Bai thought, why not apply for registration of my wine as a trademark of Taibai Liquor? The first thing that Li Bai Company did after its establishment was to apply for the transfer and registration of the trademark in the Trademark Office, so that Taibai Liquor can be passed down to this day!
The second thing is to engage in advertising planning with Du Fu, who is the image spokesperson of Fenjiu in Xinghua Village. So there is a beautiful sentence of "the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village". Li Bai passed the Lushan Waterfall Scenic Area on a business trip, just to collect advertising language. Li Bai wrote, "The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan." Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. "It was well received by the organizing committee and finally made the list. It was awarded a "special prize" and won trophies and certificates.
In recent years, the company's benefits have soared, and everyone has a computer. Li Bai often "surfed" on the Internet under the screen name "Qinglian Jushi", chatted with Mona Lisa, set up a personal blog on the Internet, and booked tickets immediately after learning that Beijing had won the Olympic bid.
20xx, go to Beijing to watch the opening ceremony of director Lao Mouzi and cheer for China!
The sixth article of the eighth grade composition "The leaves are infinitely blue when they are connected to the sky, and the colors of lotus flowers are different when they are reflected in the sun." This poem describes a large lotus scene, how full of vitality!
In the morning, from the other side of the pond, a burst of fragrance wafted from afar, which made people relaxed and happy, as if they had entered a fragrant world.
Gradually walk to the beautiful pond, the lotus is in full bloom and beautiful! There are many lotus flowers here, not only red, but also white. Lotus petals are red and white with green lotus leaves. Some lotus flowers are like sleeping beauty. The sunshine that just came out is oblique, lying quietly, covered by rosy clouds. Some lotus flowers, dressed in new white clothes, stood in the twilight, singing the arrival of the morning. A breeze blew, and the lotus danced like a seven-or eight-year-old girl, and the white clothes fluttered with the wind. The wind stopped, dragonflies flew over and stopped on the pointed lotus leaves, and groups of small fish were playing on the calm water.
Looking at the gorgeous lotus flowers, it suddenly reminds me of the noble self-esteem quality of lotus flowers, which is "out of mud but not stained, clear and not demon"
I can't help saying, "Ah, the lotus is so beautiful!" "The classmate next to me suddenly said," Lotus is really beautiful, but it wouldn't be so beautiful without the lotus leaf. For another example, like the lotus, we cannot do without the education and help of our parents, teachers and classmates. "
Whenever people praise the lotus, the lotus shakes its head along the Xia Feng, as if to say, "No, if there is no lotus leaf supporting me below, I am actually not beautiful." It can be seen how humble lotus is.
After a heavy rain, the lotus leaves fluctuated, some floated gently on the water, some stuck out of the water, some seemed to be talking about the rain just now, and several glittering beads rolled on the lotus leaves. The sunshine after the rain shone on the beads and sparkled.
There are so many beautiful lotus flowers with different postures. In front of me is a picture of a lotus flower. I feel that the blossoming lotus flowers seem to surround me, leaving me at a loss and in the world of lotus flowers.