I have a warm and happy family. My father, mother, grandfather, grandmother and a lovely little wren make up our family.
One morning, just after waking up, I heard the sparse sound of water. I quickly jumped up and looked. I don't know. I was shocked when I saw it: there was a lot of water leaking upstairs, and the dining table became a "dripping stage". After a while, I heard the water again. I was very surprised. There is already a sound in the living room. Why is there a sound? So I ran to the bedroom and saw only a drop of water leaking from the ceiling. Slowly, this little drop of water turned into a "downpour". This scene gave me a big fright. I hurriedly shouted, "Oh, no, it's raining in the south room, and a series of water drops have fallen asleep on the bed." After hearing my cry, everyone rushed over. This water is really annoying. It makes the bed wet.
After a while, neighbors came to help and called the police to inform relatives upstairs to turn off the faucet in time. Some people sucked up the water with a mop, some people swept it with a broom and poured four or five pots of water ... everyone was so busy that his back ached.
Finally, I am very busy. I heard there was nobody upstairs. Two old people have gone abroad. Their water pipe burst, and the water flowed downwards, which made our house "full of water".
I was busy at noon and didn't rest until three in the afternoon. I thought of our little stork, Cong Cong, and I didn't seem to hear him. I rushed to him, only to find him weak, with his mouth wide open, and Zhang Zhu lying in the cage. No matter how I asked him to tease him, he didn't respond. I gave him water to drink again, but he had no strength. Grandpa said, "Oh, no! It died in less than half an hour. It was very hot that day. It must be dying of thirst.
Congcong has been with our family for five years, and what joy he has brought us! Will call Nannan, grandpa, grandma, congratulations on making a fortune, welcome ... He has been smart and studious since he was a child, traveling with us, he is a clown in our family, and he seems to be a member of our family! Share joys and sorrows with us! We will remember it forever!
Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "Meeting Sima Qian": My Meeting with Beauty.
In the cold morning, the biting wind raged in front of the window, and the fluttering snowflakes refused to leave at the window and turned back frequently, as if considering my sweetness and pain. At this time, who can tell whether this snowflake is rising or falling? Isn't there too many times in life when you can't tell the difference between ups and downs? Like fallen leaves, it seems to be flying, but it actually falls.
No one can tell what happened in life, and the encounter in life is even more difficult to guess. Some people say that meeting is beautiful, but how long can this beauty last? When the beauty is over, will there be only a sigh? If not, why did Nalan say that life is the first meeting? Some people say that meeting is a kind of fate, just like Yan in the third watch told you to die, Yan in the fifth watch never left you, but who knows if fate is gone, will it be infinitely bleak and breast enhancement? Instead of this, why not?
I think, if you go back to the beginning, you will choose not to know me, then maybe you won't have so many troubles. No one can tell whether it is sweet pain or sweet pain. I say I am a fire, but I still have tough ice armor, and the difficulty of breaking ice is often daunting. But who knows that when all the feelings germinate, such as the breath of spring quietly filling life, I will spill that joy all over the field for no reason. One person. There will be endless fantasies, imagining the wonderful attraction projected by every word, every behavior and every move. Even a faint smile at the corner of your mouth may be full of shocking charm, which instantly magnifies in front of your eyes and permeates the whole world. It seems that happiness is everywhere!
From then on, my heart, which has been closed for many years, began to care a little. When I leave the computer, I am eager to come back. When I drink wine and my ears are burning, I have the desire to try to stay awake. There are fewer and fewer frivolous attacks among teenagers, and they are more and more restrained and quiet. When I closed my eyes, my thoughts began to wander. An incredible distracting thought, a fantasy that goes deep into the bone marrow, is like a stream, which will eventually converge into a big river. How many days, the screen is full of whispers, warm as wine, I don't know what kind of world we see in each other's eyes? Maybe there will be a pleasant ride across the grassland, maybe there will be a soft lingering finger under the moon, maybe there will be a natural feeling of listening to the wind and watching the rain, and maybe there will be a warm romance of sitting on the mountain and watching the sea. If I really put my heart in your palm, will it feel as warm as jade? When there is still a warm voice in my ear, the smiling face blooms like a flower, but I don't know how long it will last. Maybe turning around is a dream.
In fact, the encounter is just a dinner party. When we begin to have vague memories in each other's hearts, we will start looking everywhere. All rejections and misses are to prepare for this dinner. When we suddenly look back, Qian Qian's eyes have been tangled for thousands of times, and all the sweetness in his heart is for the meeting of two semicircles. Bodhisattva said that in this life, you have to look back at your predecessor 500 times to get a rejection. In a hundred years, he was repaired in the same boat. Pillow sleep, which has been cultivated for thousands of years, is widely spread. And I want to say that what I am attached to in this life is your predecessor, and every fate is the pursuit of the world behind me. You are looking for the shadow of your life, and I am looking for someone who buried me in my previous life, whether it is fate, heart to heart, or the integration of our previous lives. We only found each other when we met. After all, there is still a long way to go, and we can't make it back.
In any case, life will be better and brighter because of meeting, just like the brilliant summer flowers in life and the beautiful autumn leaves in death. How many humble scenery, only adhere to each other, will become a fairyland full of flowers. Flowers are shy, grass is attached to you, even the calm lake water is full of faint feelings, and the dignified and towering mountains are a little gentle because of the entanglement of water.
Even if it is destroyed, it is at the brightest moment. I was born a bunch of fireworks. Is it sadness or happiness to die at the brightest moment? Is it cruel or brave to cross when the stars are heavy? Who knows? The West Lake White Snake, cultivated for thousands of years, has found true love on earth in endless years. This determination is really sad. It takes a lifetime of silence to get a short blow at the bottom of the lake. There is no end in thought, but it is difficult in life. In my opinion, it's pathetic! Fortunately, the beautiful feelings are still fixed at the moment when the Leifeng Tower fell, which makes people miss eternity forever.
In fact, meeting is a very lonely thing. No one will like this endless loneliness. I like the ending of The Legend of the White Snake very much. Although it comes and goes in a hurry, there will always be people who miss it. Perhaps this kind of brevity is more in line with human nature, just like a fireworks in the night sky can never be finished, so no one thinks it is sad. Therefore, it is not that good feelings will not last forever, but that good feelings in the world will never leave this world, just inadvertently. In a quiet corner, watch quietly, wait quietly for a polished spark, watch fireworks fly quietly, and watch sadness cross the night sky quietly!
Bodhisattva always smiles, but it doesn't mean that he is not in pain. Bodhisattva's compassion does not mean that he can forget the pain. Bodhisattva also has emotional thoughts in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't say there is a reason. Bodhisattva talks about the afterlife, and his love needs no persistence. We don't forget, so we are miserable, so profound, and persistent because we don't believe in the afterlife. So we cry, so the bodhisattva laughs.
If you want to laugh, see you in the afterlife!
There is a bright full moon hanging in the dark blue night sky. The moment I looked up at the moon, I suddenly thought of you. I spilled a pot of wine and sang softly to the moon: "People are inherently mortal, or heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather ..."
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First, from birth to death
I don't want to say how cruel the punishment of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty is, what the punishment of corruption means to you, and how important it is for you to redeem 50 million baht. I just want to say that all this can make you bow your head. Can you stop the courage to live on? Oh, of course not!
Because of the disaster in Liling, you fell into despair, but you didn't choose to die. You were forced to choose corruption. But in fact, how much courage does it take? How many people have chosen to die for this humiliating corruption? I don't deny their integrity, but I respect you more!
Second, turn the pupa into a disc.
The butterfly suffered the pain of metamorphosis, so it became a beautiful butterfly, because only it knew that there was a beautiful butterfly hidden in its body.
So are you. You endured the great pain of corruption and completed your difficult "transformation" During that time, you lived in a small house, bedridden, and suffered great physical and mental trauma, but you persisted in this unspeakable day. Slowly, you recovered your calm and began the meaning of life ... I think you are lonely. You said, "The most corrupt punishment!" In the social background at that time, you were not recognized by society. Sima Qian, as a man, died, and so did Sima Qian, as a feudal scholar-bureaucrat. However, Tai Shigong, who inspired the middle writing of Historical Records, was reborn. This ray of hope has always warmed you, and it has become an immortal light in your darkness.
Three, ten years a sword
For more than ten years, it has created the glory of historical records. For you, is this decade fast or long, are you enjoying or suffering? I think there are both. You have created this masterpiece with your whole life. From then on, you have an immortal soul. You are gone, but your thoughts are still alive, and you have not been forgotten by people.
"People are inherently mortal, or they are heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather, so use them differently." This is your view of life and death, and it is also the best proof of your life.
Fourth, the swan song of historians, Li Sao has no rhyme.
"Historians sing a swan song, leaving Sao without rhyme" is the admiration and admiration of future generations, and your value will shine more and more with time. Historical records let me know my ancestors, I am proud to be a descendant of the Chinese people, and also let me know the beliefs and spiritual principles of the Chinese nation.
Fifth, the dead are like songs.
Some time in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will definitely bring a pot of good wine to your grave to worship, and then gently sing: "Everyone dies, or is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather ..."
Maybe a little too much. Please cut a little and ask for adoption.
Please write an article of not less than 800 words on the topic of "Talking about Magic". The origin of my name.
The origin of my name Everyone has a nice name, and each name has a meaning. Please listen to my name! My name is Cui Jinhu. Before I was born, my parents were going to name me Cui Jin. There are two reasons for calling me: the first reason is that my father's surname is Cui and my mother's surname is Jin, which means I want to be better than the two of them combined-both in study and in other aspects. The second is the homonym of Cui and Cui, and the homonym of Jin and Jin. They urged me to make progress together. I want to make progress every day under their supervision. But then I thought: it's not enough to have the two of us alone, we still need to work hard by ourselves! Because I am a tiger, I added a "tiger" behind Cui Jin. My name is Cui Jinhu from now on. Although my parents gave me a big name, as long as I can remember, they never seem to call me by my big name, but by my nickname, including "Jin Hu", "Tiger" and "Tiger". Now they want to call me by my name. I'm a little unaccustomed to it. Many great men have their own pen names, such as Ba Jin, formerly known as Li Shaotang. Why did he take the pseudonym Ba Jin? It turned out that he worshipped bakunin and Crewe, and he chose Ba and Crewe from bakunin, so his pen name was Ba Jin. After reading his pen name, I also want to have a pen name. Finally, because I admire Bruce Lee very much, and his American name is Bruce Lee, so I'm going to name me Bruce Lee Cui, because my last name is Cui! I like my name very much. Do you like it? Do you remember?
Question 1: Please write an article with no less than 600 words on the topic "I am eager to go back to childhood". As time went by, I grew up and my childhood was blurred. Childhood is the best time of our lives. When we were young, we could do whatever we wanted and play whatever we wanted. Even if we do something wrong, we will be forgiven. After all, they are too young to understand.
When I listen to familiar nursery rhymes over and over again, when I look at familiar fairy tale books over and over again, my tears can't help but flow down. Suddenly I had an idea in my heart: go back to childhood, play games that belong to children only, listen to nursery rhymes that belong to children only, and find the innocence that belongs to children only. But I can't find those wonderful childhood days anymore.
With the growth of age and grade, the amount of homework is also increasing.
From kindergarten to the first grade of primary school, I can't play like kindergarten after school. I must finish my homework at school first, and then finish the exercises assigned by my mother before I can play.
In the sixth grade of primary school, the teacher arranged a lot of exercises every day for the exam from primary school to junior high school, hoping that we could consolidate the knowledge we had learned before. Do it every night 10. After finishing my homework, I will review what I have learned: recitation and dictation. ...
Now I am a junior high school student, and the courses in my school have increased. I have to carry a heavy schoolbag back and forth between school and home every day. Do a lot of physical exercise at school every day, and drag your tired body to finish heavy homework when you get home. At school, I have to cope with big and small exams.
Childhood is a memory, but the reality continues. I still have a long way to go! Isn't it better to face reality than to dwell on the past? Looking back on the road we have traveled and the footprints we have left, every footprint is a beautiful memory. Childhood is always so beautiful, but so short. In my childhood, I was ignorant, simple and fearless, showing a rebellious character. But I was so happy and carefree then, but I didn't know how to cherish it. When I was a child, I wanted to grow up quickly and become an independent adult, but when I grew up, I wanted to go back to that happy and carefree childhood.
People always have to grow up. As long as you firmly believe that childhood has no past, it will last forever in your heart.
Childhood is like the wind, and Ding Lingling is ... crisp and sweet. How I want to go back to that wonderful childhood!
I remember when I was a child, like a dream, I firmly believed that the wind would sing, the stars would blink, and the river loved to tell stories. I believe that when the princess kisses the frog, the frog will become a prince; When a person lies, he grows a long nose ... at that time, I thought I would never grow up. But when I suddenly look back, I find that I have grown up after all. That lovely and innocent childhood has gone away unconsciously, and the secular dust has sealed my lovely crystal childlike innocence.
I just became a junior high school student, and my parents are very happy. In fact, my junior high school study has deprived me of my freedom. I am eager to go back to childhood, and I am eager to be happy!
Get up, eat, go to school, finish school and sleep. Every day always follows this rule, so boring and rigid. Is junior high school life always like this?
Every day, I always wait until school is over at about half past six. At this time, my stomach is already screaming desperately. My schoolbag is always so heavy, as if carrying a mountain. Looking up at the starry sky, the stars shine. Shouldn't junior high school life be as starry as the night sky?
Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling.
How I want to get rid of this boring life and go back to that really wonderful childhood. ...
Please write an article of not less than 800 words on the topic "I'm leaving like this". From early winter to early winter, leaves fall.
I walk in the early winter wind and feel all kinds of happiness in life.
My thoughts took me to the alley where I used to walk. The alley is full of houses with wooden beams, blue tiles and white tiles. The dark bluestone road is covered with moss, and the alleys are dilapidated. Everything shows the long history here. In recent years, many people are chasing the pace of life in the city and moving into high-rise buildings. Two gray-haired old people seem to have infinite nostalgia, and they are still standing there. Every morning, the two old people always sit in the rocking chair at the door, making a pot of green tea in the warm sunshine in the morning, accompanied by fragrant tea, and don't know what to talk about. Are you going to spend a short time, or wait for the children who are tired of city life to come back? I don't know. But in my eyes, the two old people look serene and warm. With the passage of time, the two old people are long gone, and when I walked through the once fragrant alley, it was like walking through their dull but warm happiness.
Walking through the long old alley, I suddenly realized that happiness doesn't need luxurious decoration, just warmth and simplicity. Our life has passed through in plain management and calm watch.
Thoughts are flying, and the scene is still fresh in my memory.
I turned the corner and there were not many pedestrians. An old man with an old nylon bag in his hand is walking slowly forward, next to a young man who is in a hurry. At this moment, a black car suddenly rushed out of the alley of the street. "Look out!" I can't help taking a breath. It's too late to get there. Only to see that two pedestrians reached out almost at the same time and pulled the old man back. The car left a black smoke and disappeared. The two pedestrians just looked at each other, holding the old man in shock and telling him with concern.
I looked at their backs and thought: friends? Family? A tall and short figure is printed in my heart. I didn't mean to, but I always remember their life of helping each other. The seemingly dull life has become infinitely beautiful because of the embellishment of these warm moments.
"There is no mechanics in the world of love!" In an instant, a beautiful figure appeared in my mind. The action of her hands reaching into the air and picking up the child is fixed in my heart. At first, I thought it was her own child that made her so desperate, but I didn't expect it to be a stranger. An ordinary woman learned to move Gankun and achieved a miracle. Wu Juping has repeatedly said that he has just given birth to a child and knows that it is not easy to raise a child. Not realizing the danger, she naturally stepped forward and caught the girl, which is the natural expression of great maternal love. It is love that gives her such great strength that we deeply remember her name in our hearts.
I am like an obsessed walker, walking through the noisy city. I used to think that people's hearts were not ancient, but I didn't know that the greatest selfless love flowed in the materialistic city. Through life, I understand that love is the best decoration of our youth.
This early winter, I am like a cloud, drifting with the tide, letting my thoughts fall into distant memories and reminiscing about the happiness I have gone through. I walked by like this, reading happiness, reading help, reading true love and reading life; Appreciate the fullness and touch that I have never had before. I have lived their lives like this, and I know how to live my own life! When the leaves fall, I am glad that I can harvest a magnificent life in the future!
Please write an article of not less than 500 words on the topic of "concern". Compared with the previous primary education (primary school) and the primary stage of middle school education (junior high school), the teaching content of high school has a stronger theoretical color. If the goal of primary and junior high school education is to give students the basic survival ability of modern society, then the knowledge of senior high school has infiltrated the professional and theoretical basic knowledge and research methods of various disciplines. Epistemologically, compared with the experience tendency and subjective feelings of primary schools and junior high schools, high school students need to use these systematic tools to analyze and solve slightly abstract problems in the corresponding fields after mastering the basic theories of various subjects.
Students have mastered the knowledge level required by ordinary high school education, and after passing the graduation examination, they can theoretically engage in social work directly. At the same time, because high school education provides many theoretical tools suitable for further study, it is convenient for students to continue to receive higher education, so it is also considered a reasonable way to go to college after graduating from high school. Ordinary high school graduates can take the college entrance examination and go to college for further study.
Please write an article of not less than 800 words on the topic of "the height of life". When the height of life was officially green and yellow, a female mouse fell into a half-full rice jar. The delicious mice that can fly will naturally not let go, but they are still very vigilant when they are hungry. No, last time, her three children were killed because they were greedy for corncob in the culvert. She has just recovered from her grief. She licked the rice flour with her tongue all day. A few hours later, she found that her mouth was still dry and her tongue was dry, but she felt a little worried. Then I naturally overeat, fell asleep after eating, and unconsciously passed for a long time. Sometimes, he also wants to jump out and forget it, but the thought of so many good white rice tickles his mouth. Until one day, he found that the porcelain rice jar had reached the bottom, and he felt that such a height was beyond his power. I can't help but panic. What's more, he is as fat as a clumsy fat cat at the moment. Without jumping ability, there are only two natural results, either to be the master's stick or to starve to death in the cylinder. To be sure, for this mouse, this half jar of rice is a touchstone that God put on her life path. If the mouse wants to keep it all for himself, the price is his life. Therefore, some people call the height that a mouse can jump out of the rice jar "the height of life", and this height of wine is in the hands of the mouse itself. One more day, one more inch, the closer he gets to death, and finally he can only be trapped inside. On the other hand, if the surface of this bottle of rice does have warnings such as "tetramine device", as far as this mouse is concerned, the result is obviously different, from which we get a little warning: we humans will make the same mistakes as breeding this mouse. Often only pay attention to the traps with clear signs, but as everyone knows, the traps without signs are fatal traps. In real life, most people can only stop where there are obvious dangers, and once attractive material desires are placed in front of them, many people will be addicted to them. Just like the height of life, many people's graves of death are dug up by their own greed day by day.
Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "Actually I am very happy". These days, I found that I actually have many friends around me.
I just ignore them a lot.
Look at Qingqing's blog that day. It says
"Don't contact doesn't mean don't miss, don't contact doesn't mean will forget.
I hate to say forever, but I really hope my friends and I can be good friends forever.
Honey, you know what? "
Although it is a very common language.
But I'm really touched ...
I've been spending a lot of time with Sisi recently.
Thinking that she will be by my side every time I am depressed.
Hehe ~ ~
I feel that although many friends are not always around.
But our hearts will always be together ~ ~ ~
I used to think having a boyfriend would make me happy.
But this is not the case.
Usually this is the beginning of a nightmare.
Everyone is constantly looking for it.
Find the right person for you.
i also want to
I also want to find someone I love most.
I also want to find someone who loves me the most.
of course
I will never forget my friend.
Hmm. How interesting
I grew up ~ ~ ~
Write a composition of not less than 800 words on the topic "Our Story". The sky is light blue, and there are a few white clouds floating on it, which are elegant and beautiful, stacked into several groups and very beautiful.
In late autumn, the flowers and leaves in the classroom turned yellow, and some of them had fallen and arranged in a pile around the flowerpots.
Sumo looked at the blackboard, the pen kept counting on the toilet paper, and his mouth was still mumbling. Suddenly, an unknown object hit her round the head. Damn it! As soon as her idea came out, it was all gone She unfolded the paper angrily, and there was a line of pale blue handwriting on the white paper,' Come out to play tonight!' Finally, I drew a smirking octopus askew. Sumo looked at Zhang Yu. She was glancing at her next to him, shaking her head helplessly and waving his hair on the paper. "If you don't want to die, don't disturb my study! Then he crumpled the paper and slammed it on Zhang Yu's head. Zhang Yu rubbed his head, still unwilling to give up, opened the paper ball, and some baby fat faces suddenly crumpled into a ball and became tearless. Sumo opened its lip corner, which attracted a sneer and continued to follow the chalk that the teacher had been moving on the blackboard.
As soon as the bell rang, sumo spread his arms and had a big stretch. He was taking out extracurricular questions from his schoolbag when he suddenly heard an octopus shouting, "Sumo, you know how to study every day, but it's still far from the exam!" Let's go for a walk. Listen to Wang Sisi said that the grilled squid in the middle school attached to it is particularly delicious, and we will go tonight ... "Before she finished, Sumo received" Miss, I must first deny your first argument. I don't just know how to study. Just say the night before yesterday, I accompanied you shopping until ten o'clock and went to bed without brushing my teeth. Besides, the night before yesterday, I accompanied you to No.1 Middle School to watch a handsome boy play basketball. You must ask me to help you cry for help. Last night, you called me to say that you forgot to bring your exercise book. I spent a whole hour reading the teacher's questions to you in a hoarse voice. " Sumo paused, looked at the stunned Zhang Yu and continued, "Now, I'm going to deny your second argument. Please look at your watch. It is nine o'clock in the morning. Seventy-two hours later, you have been sitting in the examination room preparing for the mid-term exam. I am studying now, but I am only sharpening my knife at the last minute. " Zhang Yu coldly, then looked down at his watch and went back to his seat with a whoosh.
Su Mo smiled, two dimples fell on his cheek, opened the extracurricular questions, and worked hard.
"Wang Sisi, you study so well. How long do you do exercises every night?" A group of girls surrounded Wang Sisi. Her white coat, white trousers and even hair clips are pale white butterflies. Among the girls, she is as white and beautiful as a proud swan. Wang Sisi is the best girl in the class. She is the monitor and is very popular with teachers and classmates. Hearing students' questions, Wang Sisi hesitated for a moment, and then smiled calmly. "I go home and finish my homework and watch TV until nine o'clock every day, and then I go to bed." All the girls opened their eyes in disbelief and said loudly, "Really!" Wang Sisi nodded politely, and a smile slipped from his mouth. Su Mo frowned slightly, but then looked as usual and continued to answer questions coldly. Last time, she went to the bookstore to buy a purple tongzhi sword and happened to see a lot of extracurricular problems. If she watches TV every night, who does these questions? She doesn't want to embarrass Wang Sisi, so make her proud.
"Get out of the way and let me in!" A violent gasp made sumo suddenly raise his head. He saw his deskmate standing stiffly beside her, his forehead sweating, and his black hair rolled up gracefully with the breeze, looking like a chivalrous man. Sumo got up quickly and let him into the seat inside. "Depend, class nine hit people, and such a basketball player! Next time I'll beat that boy into a fat pig! " As soon as he sat on the stool, he whined. Then he made a bottle of mineral water out of nowhere and was about to have a good drink when sumo suddenly took it away. "What are you doing! ? "Stare big eyes and shouted. Sumo glanced at him and said simply, "You can't drink water after strenuous exercise." Knowing that sumo never said anything, he had to hope that time would pass quickly and he could drink life-saving water.
Sumo ignored the panting beside him, writing extracurricular questions in his hand, but his black eyes were full of smiles.
This class is really like a big family.
We are all good children.