Cai said that the human spirit should undergo such a transformation: from camel to lion, from lion to child. At that time, the light carriage unconsciously drove to the fourth grade, and I gradually realized its significance. Maybe I am a camel just on the road now, but I have never given up my desire to be a lion and my expectation of returning to innocence. ...
Willing to be a camel
The luggage of the fourth grade is unconsciously installed on the body. Everything seems to be the same as before, but the fact is that it changes every day, putting the heaviest burden on your shoulders bit by bit. It's not heavy homework, it's not a paper full of regrets, but it comes from deep pressure, or a kind of fear. It seems that I immediately fell from the ideal height to the real earth, and I got used to all this painfully-the fierce fighting of thousands of horses crossing the wooden bridge, and even the air was much thicker than before. Finally, I finally saved myself from the abyss of falling, because I told myself that this is the weight and the necessity of life. Although the smile is still far-fetched, I just don't hesitate any more.
I would like to be a camel, but what I carry on my back is not a heavy burden, but my dream.
Eager to be a lion
If you are a camel, you have to walk steadily, but who says that a camel must have no desire to be a lion? What's more, it is a camel carrying dreams. The fourth day itself is a war without smoke. I want to make a clear cry in this yellow sand sky. Even if I can't stand on the top of honor, at least I can prove my strength. Therefore, I look at every failure and cherish every success, because all this contains opportunities to wet vegetables.
How I long to be a lion, not to make the whole forest tremble for me, but to release my surging emotions.
Don't forget to be a child.
My life in the fourth grade made me remember a lot, but it also made me forget my purest happiness. Actually, why bother? Sometimes it is better to go back to childhood and let life return to life. I will also find some excuses to forgive myself, but that is no longer self-deception; I will also find some time to relax myself, but that is no longer laziness. I want to be a child again, looking at the leisurely clouds and the vast sky. I am very happy for a little happiness. What's so hard about that? As long as I keep a little childlike innocence and enjoy the ups and downs in the struggle, I can still accept the gift of life even on the darkest fourth day.
Don't forget to be a child, I often tell myself so. Even if you leave a piece of pure white in your mind-perfect, it is also the ultimate.
Little by little, I change and grow step by step. My fourth year of life could have been so charming.
Thank you. Time is a passer-by. With those sad or happy memories, they are drifting away and not staying. The calendar was torn off page by page, and the sun went down, still the same. Time is dim, memories follow the other side of the water, go upstream and pursue the lost elegance.
Ice, snow, severe winter and bright lights are the clearest silhouettes left by winter. The winter vacation seems to be yesterday. From the end of the final exam to rushing to school, time came and went in a hurry, forgetting laughter and tears, and forgetting the happiness and sadness I experienced. The only thing I remember is the long railway when I traveled, Kongming's lanterns flying in the night, and the crystal white in my field of vision. ...
Spring is a new beginning. In the warm breeze, I came to the familiar campus again. With the same breath and warmth, the story has turned a new page. "How about making friends?" The original tension and anxiety have been replaced by an inexplicable emotion, and gradually, it has become somewhat expected. 8th grade, you must study hard! This simple belief, or oath, is quietly buried in the depths of my heart, waiting for the next spring to bloom. ...
Cicada sings endlessly, rippling shallow ripples, and the arrival of summer has never been silent. After the passionate exam, it is a long summer vacation. No matter whether my grades are good or bad, I stubbornly guard what little I have left in this small world. If I have to choose again, I still hope to meet you-my friends-in that summer. Right and wrong, right and wrong, are no longer important.
In early autumn, the temperature still lingers. At that time, as a progressive student in the mid-term exam, I first boarded the stage of the school lecture hall. In the past, I only deserved to sit in the audience and didn't deserve the opportunity to stand out. Bright lights, brand-new awards, never dare to look up. I have no extraordinary talent, and I don't even have a good foundation. I was only one step ahead of others and only made a stupid bird in that story.
Time is like this. Through the scattered time, summer is full of summer, autumn is full of dew, the four seasons change, and another winter comes quietly. The severe winter doesn't mean the end, but it has a little warmth and sprouted new buds in the ice and snow. Let's do it and cherish it. 20 12 Come on!
The sky is full of shining stars, reflecting strength, courage, kindness and friendship ... and I, on the other hand, lit up my treasure.
When I first entered school, the class was chaotic, every class was full of surprises, and I was indifferent to every teacher. In the first Chinese class, someone gave Sister Ting a fright. Throughout the class, the students' voices are getting louder and louder, and the teacher's voice has long been drowned out by the students.
A few weeks later, Mr. Zhou was announced to be temporarily unable to attend class due to illness; Teachers in other subjects have also changed one after another; But at this time, just when the sports meeting is coming, "Sister Ting" decided to advance and retreat with us. At the same time, the class began to say that they would not make any noise in class, except for the teacher's voice.
The sports meeting was a great success. At the sports meeting, a chair in the class was divided into two parts for some reason. We had a good time at the sports meeting, but we didn't know that an important activity was coming.
After the sports meeting, Sister Ting told us that she would go to another class and there would be a new teacher to teach us. When she left, she gave each of us a present. Although the gift is sweet, it is a bitter feeling in my mouth.
"Sister Ting" left, but before she left, she told us to "go forward and cherish". We should cherish what is in front of us, and don't know how to cherish it until we lose it. Yes, we should cherish what is in front of us, and don't lose it before we know how to cherish it.
I will write a 700-word composition on the fourth day of Grade Four. Unconsciously, we all grew up. We have watched the four seasons of trees and the ups and downs of the moon countless times. The original childish and ridiculous ideas in my heart have long been replaced by maturity and busyness. Life in the fourth grade is like a cocktail, bitter, quiet and slightly drunk. Life in the fourth grade is like a song with ups and downs, soft, passionate, soothing and intense. It is all the notes of day and night on the fourth day of life, and it is a struggle movement in adult life. Gradually, I got drunk, drunk in my fourth grade life, drunk in that unforgettable song of fourth grade. Listen to the voice of life in the fourth grade to enrich your youth and struggle.
Shortness of breath, heavy footsteps, silently counting the remaining laps, listening to the fast-paced music, just want to breathe the air again and squeeze it into the lungs that seem to have been drained of air. The fresh air didn't relieve my body at all, but I was stung by pain with a familiar feeling. This is the rhythm of the fourth day. After breathing, what is left is the sweat and footprint of struggle, which can only be seen after running.
Quietly listening to the rhythm of the pen, I found that the beating sound of the original pen bead was also divided into the music of the fourth day of life. From stepping into the classroom mixed with yesterday's excitement, from sitting on the desk carrying joys and sorrows, this is not only beating the hearts of fourth-grade students, but also hoping to be classified as fourth-grade living music. Joy is accompanied by joy in struggle, and joy has no regrets in struggle. The pen and paper brush slightly, or rush, or stretch, thinking about poetry in my mind quickly, and the pen dances freely in my hand. This slight fourth-grade music is very touching. Perhaps the life in the fourth grade should not be completely replaced by the busy tone, and the warmth in it can only be truly experienced by those who have worked hard.
Low-key discussion, heated debate, and fourth-grade ensemble are composed of our full discussion. Listening to these voices, I moved from ignorance to maturity. After a quiet question, I thought about it carefully. When I was suddenly enlightened, the knowing voice made me realize that the life in grade four was gradually less bitter and less tired. Depression and unhappiness are left behind by the ensemble. The future is the joy after challenges and breakthroughs.
I love this kind of life in the fourth grade, and I love its busy voice, because it puts an end to my unforgettable life memories; I also love its music, because it makes me grow up in my efforts and be happy in my busyness; I love its ensemble even more, because the torrent of cooperation will surely break through the obstacles of rocks in the face of strong winds, so that I can be integrated with the vast dream sea. The locked brows relaxed, the corners of the mouth rose slightly, and I listened to the sound of life in the fourth grade in the dead of night. When we look back on this boring but sweaty junior high school life one day, we will touch the energetic heart in our chest and say with a clear conscience, "I worked hard and I have no regrets."
The fourth grade composition, "Because of me" is about 800 words narrative because of me.
I am a tree growing on the top of the mountain.
I grew up quietly on the top of the mountain. I was the first person to see the sunrise. The first drop of rain fell in my arms. I embrace the free atmosphere and the free wind. I am so strong and tall, my thick branches and leaves go straight into the sky and the golden sky. I have no thoughts, I don't know the pain of thoughts, I don't feel pain and trouble, I don't know the taste of happiness and happiness, I only know to grow and grow to my heart's content. ...
In the spring when everything recovers, I am full of energy and welcome the bright sunshine. Although I am not as beautiful as flowers or as lovely as grass, I have green leaves and a cavity. Starting from this season, based on heaven and earth and taking rivers as mirrors, I swear that I will stand firmly on the earth and on the mountains, so that the air will be fresh and the mountains and rivers will be green because of me. Although I am not cherished sometimes, I think I am indispensable to mankind. In summer in bloom, I am full of green eyes to meet the scorching sun. Although only cicada is singing, it is the only companion in my heart. With its company, I am no longer lonely. Although I have been neglected for a long time, I am willing to provide a shade for passers-by in the heat. Look at their faces. Because of my smile, my green leaves burned by the sun no longer feel pain.
Colorful autumn, my green leaves gradually turn yellow and begin to wither. They threw themselves into the embrace of the earth, leaving only lonely trunks. Facing the bleak autumn wind, I am shivering with cold, but I don't bow to it. At this time, I am stubborn and tenacious in my bones. In the face of the roar of the autumn wind, I ignored it, just silently cheering for myself and sticking to my original promise.
In the winter when everything is dying, I stand tall and straight and bravely welcome the snowflakes all over the sky. The north wind calls wantonly, as if demonstrating to me. I am steadfast and extremely strong. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, like a demon with claws. I'm not afraid. Fight bravely. I saw a plum blossom on the cliff in front of me, and Leng Xiang was as good as ever. I stood up, facing the raging snow, and stood by my faith and that of Meihua. In this way, I fell asleep. I am a tree, I am brave and selfless. I am a tree, I am smart and noble. I am a tree, and I want to give everything I have. Because of me, I have no regrets!
I wrote an 800-word composition in the fourth year of junior high school, and persevered; But after two years, there is a sense of melancholy. On the third day, the arrival of holiness will leave like a dream?
Half a year ago, when everyone was asking themselves this question, everything started as scheduled.
Life in the third grade is really bitter; But I often find pleasure in suffering: the noise between classes, the leisure in the afternoon, and the relaxation after exams; There is also the joy of success and the teacher's earnest teaching after failure. Everything leads me from one abyss to another.
The pain of the office.
The test paper was spread out on the table, and the bright red score stung my heart. Memories of the past in my mind are painful, looking for cruel reasons; The teacher's criticism is endless, and a question leads to the truth behind it. Is lax, is conceited! Then, I suddenly realized that the road of life is full of obstacles, and I will fall into the abyss if I am not careful. Then, put aside the score, start from scratch and start again at the starting line of the third grade!
Be serious in class.
Everything in the past is like a cloud in the past. Grasp the direction and go all out. Outside the window, the scenery remains the same, inside the window, the playful heart is dead; In class, there are more serious hearts than before, and when class is over, there is no intention to waste a short time. Day by day, week by week, January by month, I finally climbed out of the abyss. The sweetness of success is the best gift brought to me by grade three!
Joy in the playground.
Bustling, everyone will wait and see. Our class is sure to win the tug of war. As a sports commission, I know this well, but it is full of pressure. One false move may lose the game. I, the key, have a key mission. Just three minutes, condensed too much bitterness; Successful applause brought infinite sweetness. Walking off the stage in front of people's smiles is like a general's triumph. This joy is the true meaning of life brought to me by my junior high school life!
Sweet and sour, life is full of flavor and charm, all in it! The third day, the most important harbor on the life route, carries the dreams of too many people!
Then, for the dream, let's fight together for the remaining six months!
Awakening of the fourth grade composition Awakening
Mother's lawn is a warm cradle; Mother's sky is a kind smiling face; Mother river is the source of love; Mother's mountains and rivers are the home of mankind.
Deforestation by human beings has made many natural landscapes lose their original magnificence and the safest protective layer. Such as the world-famous Great Waterfall-Sete Caidas Waterfall. It used to be the largest waterfall in the world. The majestic waterfall was submerged by an avalanche like a tribe, and the thunderous impact was invincible. That torrent is shocking and convincing. Tourists come in droves. In front of this huge water curtain falling from the sky, they are in the fine water mist and feel the fresh air of this paradise. Tourists often indulge in it and linger.
However, today's great waterfall is like a dying old man, withered and withered. We can no longer hear the roar of the great waterfall, no longer see the water potential of the great waterfall, and can only watch it disappear on the earth.
Facing Mother Earth and nature, I am filled with emotion: "Man! Come and protect the environment! From now on, we should take immediate action to green the environment and prevent the recurrence of man-made tragedies. Come to your senses, protect our water, our trees and our planet, and don't let the funeral of Saite Caidas Falls happen again. Leave a pollution-free earth for future generations. "
Wake up! Humans!
Look back and wake up.
The reason why a person's life is wonderful is that everyone has his own history. In this colorful world, people live in different ways. That's because people have memories and their own history. It is with so many different histories that the world is rich and colorful.
In life, we have experienced joys and sorrows, successes and failures, but whatever the outcome, these memories give us new enlightenment and can enrich our lives. This is a very valuable life review.
Looking back, you will find that it is an affirmation of yourself; Looking back, you will find that it is encouragement to yourself; Looking back, you will realize the vagaries of life. ...
No one's growth is always smooth sailing, and there will always be happiness, joy, pain and trouble. When you suddenly look back on all this, you will come to the conclusion that things in the world are often divided into two. Although failure is the result I never expected, it inspired my perseverance; Although pain is an emotion I never want to experience, it has created my strong character; Although bitterness is a taste I never want to try, it has cultivated my optimistic attitude. ...
In the past days, you will find how naive, naive and pure you are. Looking back on what you have done in the past, you will find that your ignorance and vanity as a child have hurt your parents and relatives countless times, and only after the injury can you understand their painstaking efforts and their expectations of us ... So, don't be stingy with yourself and your memories, it can help you get rid of the haze in your heart, eliminate the depression in your heart, and make yourself more mature and cheerful and look back on the past.
Everyone's past is like a poem, a song, full of sadness and joy. The past life is like a five-flavor bottle. It has never been just colorful dreams, flowers of honor and successful smiles. There are also sour tears, locked brows, wandering footsteps and heartbroken bitter wine.
Let's recall the beautiful and painful past together, cherish everyone around us, and write a brilliant life with bits and pieces of life!
My junior high school life bid farewell to my carefree childhood and left my innocent primary school time. I stepped into the threshold of middle school campus and started my colorful junior high school life. I am very excited because I have seen the fruits of my six years' labor. At that time, I was eager to enter junior high school as soon as possible. Today I finally realized my dream. In the past journey, we had joy and sunshine, which became eternal memories, but now everything in front of us is new. For my former self, junior high school life is a mysterious cotton yarn. I always want to reveal its true colors and see the surprises inside. But now it is open, but it has brought a lot of distress, confusion, happiness, sadness and so on. This surprise is really unacceptable to me in an instant. But it still comes like a flood, and I can't go back if I want to. Maybe this will make me remember and relive my junior high school life more. When I entered the new class, I saw strange classmates and listened to their laughter, which reminded me of my lively and lovely primary school classmates. When I meet strange teachers and look at every word they write on the blackboard, I will think of my kind primary school teacher. In this spacious classroom, I often think of the narrow primary school classroom. My first year was terrible. While I was moping in my seat, my classmates were asking questions. When I need help, they will lend a helping hand Primary school didn't live on campus, so I'm not familiar with accommodation life. Thank them. Every time I run out of water, they help me carry it without thinking. In an instant, I tasted the first day of my life. I remember that monthly exam, the result was not satisfactory, and I almost jumped to 100. Seeing the "cross" that everyone hates, hearing the teacher's critical words and thinking of my parents' hopeful eyes ... my tears are disappointing. When I crustily skin of head told my parents the score, when I secretly saw my parents' increasingly ugly faces, I felt a burning slap in the face. The final exam is coming, and homework comes one by one, which makes me breathless. White paper haunts me like a ghost, written at school and at home. Write in class and after class; Writing during the day, writing at night ... when there is no leisure in a semester, there will be a burden on learning, but without the bitter and tiring process, there will be no progress and promotion. There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea. Towards your own goals, and strive to move forward! I will overcome all difficulties, avoid all dangerous beaches and reach the other side of success! Everyone's junior high school life is different, but I love my junior high school life, love my bittersweet junior high school life, love these episodes of my junior high school life, and love this group has brought me great happiness, making my life more fulfilling, moving and happy ... which will eventually become a good memory of my life. I left quietly, just as I came gently. The first day of junior high school has passed quietly. Looking back on the past days, I can't count how much joy, sour, bitter, sweet and spicy is left on campus. As long as we savor the ups and downs in life, these flavors will always grow with me! Accompany me to mature in tempering!
Who am I? Do I have to like myself? Yes! A person who doesn't even like himself must be a hater! "God will forgive young people for doing something wrong!" This is a carefree era, why write with sadness? Spend your rainy season happily, and you will have no regrets in your life.
At the age of 3, you need everyone's approval. When you grow up, we learn to stand on our own feet. As we mature, we begin to care about our own opinions and don't care much about others' opinions. It's good to be praised, but others don't always praise you. As we grow older, we learn how to continue living without praise. This is called growth!
Everyone has a dream, dreaming of his own success, but not everyone can succeed. In this case, is the meaning of dreams limited to "daydreaming"? In fact, without dreams, there is no hope and expectation for the future, and there is no motivation for success. So I want to say, if you want to succeed, please allow your dreams to go first!
The happiest thing in the world is to fight for the ideal. Philosophers tell us that the happiness of "being happy for goodness" comes from morality, and those who strive for ideals will certainly get this happiness, because the essence of ideals contains moral values. Our ideals, no matter what, belong to the future.
Material is limited to people, so many people will take material as their life creed. Slowly, I found that although the material has been possessed through personal struggle, the happiness has not increased. This just woke up, happiness only comes from * * * and people. You and I should remember that happiness is much more important than material things. Those poor friends who share weal and woe with you must not be abandoned, because only by sharing with them can you really have a happy life.
Remember, be a real person and be a happy person!
Happy mood, happy study, happy work, be a happy self, make your world full of happiness and self-confidence forever, and be a different self.
Do what you feel happy about. If you are stressed or depressed, just relax yourself properly. Go out for a trip, have fun, and eat something you've always wanted but can't afford. Do everything that makes you happy.
Who am I? Do I have to like myself? Yes! A person who doesn't even like himself must be a hater! "God will forgive young people for doing something wrong!" This is a carefree era, why write with sadness? ...
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