It just takes time. I vowed to tell my companions that I would make them laugh at me mercilessly and just want to take root and pump water. There are so many flowers in the dust, the dust blinds the petals, and only cowardice accepts them; The sun scorched the stems and leaves, but only silently endured; The wind pulls up the roots with dust, but lets them drift. This is not the life I want. During the day, I struggled with the scorching sun and storms; At night, I look up at the stars, eager to shine like them, so dazzling. Even if you wait for a long time, you can only get instant glory. But next year, there will be a drought. One day, on the vast plain of Canada, a little kangaroo rushed in desperately, stared at me with clear eyes, staggered close, and whispered dreamily, "What beautiful flowers." Are you talking about me? At that moment, an unspeakable feeling flowed in my body. Is this what people call a bosom friend? I stand proudly in front of the scorching sun. Suddenly, an incredible scene happened. My petals turned bright yellow, and my stems became longer and thicker. Residual flowers are dotted with young leaves, setting off residual flowers. It seems that a little light gradually disappears from the light ... Fortunately, I finally got rid of the dust and grew sturdily with other flowers. Gradually, I found this kind of life extremely boring. I think what a wonderful night it would be if the world were full of yellow flowers. So I tried to make myself look more beautiful, and the plains were full of yellow flowers. Finally, I crossed the ocean and came to another country. It's beautiful here, but I can make her more beautiful.
I bloomed wildly and wantonly, and unconsciously occupied tens of thousands of acres of fields. Until people found out, it was too late. They called me "Canada goldenrod" and wiped us out like the enemy. I really don't understand. I just want to make this place more beautiful. Why should I destroy my achievements so cruelly? Just as I was wondering, a voice rang out in my ear: you don't belong here after all. Go home and be a flower in the dust. Brilliant is not bad.
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Prosperity, dust everywhere. She blooms quietly like a flower, and the spectrum is beautiful. Before dawn, she stood in the house, and the night drowned her thin body. Gateshead, an elegant villa, is like an abyss, which has accumulated sufferings. It's chilly outside the window. Although the window is closed, I still feel the cold wind blowing into my heart through my thin clothes. My aunt was cruel, and her cousins bullied her and branded her with such a miserable childhood. But she never bowed her head and pinned her feelings on nature and books. This experience made her rich in thought and noble in sentiment, and it was this tragic experience that tempered her resolute character. At lowood orphanage, the dean gave me the cold shoulder. She said to her friend Helen, "If she hits me with that note, I'll take it out of her hand and smash it face to face." On the other hand, Helen always believes in religion and obeys it. Later, Jane became a governess and taught at Thornfield House. She never considered herself inferior and never bowed to fate. She once said, "Do you think that I am poor, humble, short, and without charm, I have no soul and no heart? -You're wrong! My soul is the same as yours, my heart is the same as yours! If God gives me a little beauty and some wealth, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you now! I am talking to you now, not through customs, conventions, or even through flesh and blood-but my heart is talking to you. Because we are born equal! " This is her inner confession. She always believes that everyone has dignity and everyone is equal. "Our spirit is equal. Just like you and I walked through the grave and stood before God as equals. " She loves Rochester because he can treat people equally. Although the manor was destroyed by fire and Rochester herself became a disabled person with nothing, Jane returned to him, and she chose to leave him because of her dignity. Wealth is empty and unreliable. I think what she values more is life itself, which is true and fulfilling if. "I don't think about whether I can win love. Since I love roses, I will bravely reveal my sincerity. " Thinking of this poem by Wang Guozhen seems to express Jane's heart, which is sincere and beating for love. Jane is a woman who is unwilling to endure social oppression and dares to pursue personal happiness. She is detached from the worldly wind and rain, and her spirit struggles to leave the material residence and fly to the distant horizon. She didn't mean to love him. She tried to cut off the bud of love. When she saw him, the love in her heart revived. Take off the gorgeous coat, be honest in every word, interweave equality, freedom and happiness, string together a beautiful life and play the strongest sound of life. Happiness is actually that simple, as long as you give your heart. The main theme of love between Rochester and Jane is harmonious and high-pitched tone. They hobbled along the road randomly drawn by God for them. Although it was bumpy, it was more warm and romantic. In the end, both of them listened to each other and found each other. Jane Eyre, like a glass of ice water, purifies the mind of every reader and is a duet pursued by life. And the ice in that glass of ice water is-human dignity plus love, which is the best life for people. Life is short, so it is better to paint a beautiful life with your hands than to be at the mercy of fate. Dreams are to be pursued with the wings of the soul. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about bitterness and difficulty. Look at the world with a self-improvement mentality. After the night, it is dawn. Winter is over, can spring be far behind? A flower that blooms from the dust, she blooms in life, and the fragrance of flowers is refreshing and integrated into our souls.
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The composition of Flowers in the Dust is 600 words.
Flowers in the dust My happiness has nothing to do with love. My mood has nothing to do with love. I know I'm caught in a conspiracy. In this conspiracy, oneself and oneself are rivals. There is no third party. I gently opened a door. Gently closed the door. From then on. Loneliness is locked in the door. What can't be locked out of the door is the blue sea and blue sky. I open my arms. Fly. Break free from the barriers of love. My body and mind are so clear. Love is a ray of sad sunshine. Stabbed my eyes. Burn my heart. I was chased by love and fled everywhere. I decided to run away from love. I cover my ears. I close my eyes. Run hard. Escape to the ends of the earth. My nightmare has just begun. My darkness. My curse. My distress. I shut them all out. I thought running away from love. You can escape sadness. However, I was wrong. My decision is not as firm as I thought. My love. My wings. My breath. Because there is no love. Just like lack of oxygen. Like plants out of water. Like fish on the shore. Dying. I ran away from love. From then on. I cut off all illusions of happiness. In the ocean of love, we float and sink. In the ups and downs, we are extremely eager for a calm and stable love. Maybe it has nothing to do with romance. But we know that one day, we will meet the most beautiful love. We are all looking for the warmth of the other half in the lonely journey. The yearning for love rekindled. End loneliness. Love, like an autumn tree, shakes off its fallen leaves and hangs people's thoughts on its branches. Love, like a tired butterfly, flies quietly, waiting for a century's reincarnation. Love is like a green apple. Only the initial pain will make people feel nostalgic. Love is the most beautiful scenery. It is also the life experience that we are eager to have. Even if the heart is broken, even if it is fragmented, even if it is shattered, even if it is ruined ... we will not close the door of love. The oldest youth. Overflowing emotions. Still picture. You and my winter. It's snowing. The wind. Trees. There is also a faint smell of lilies. Meet the most beautiful youth. Meet the best love. Love, let's warm each other. Love saved the broken world. Love is like sand left in your hand. Accidentally exiled to the ends of the earth by me. Watching the tide of love slowly recede. I smiled and said nothing. Have we all firmly grasped the sand of love in our hands? A flower in full bloom in the dust
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A composition about love is a flower that never dies.
Life is an unbeaten flower. Time is like water. Time is like a song. As the sun moves, the flowers fall in bloom. Only the dream in my heart has never faded ...-Inscription: I have been pushed into a narrow room by repeated failures in exams. What happened? What happened? How can we go backwards again and again? Is it because I'm not fit for school? I went to the window alone and looked up. The dark sky hangs over the bustling city. The moon bitten by the dog hung in the sky like a line, which stood out. The trees are swaying in the wind, too. I see a star in the distance, a glimmer of light, which is a bleak and desolate scenery. The heavy hammer of the score made me stiff, and my fragile mind was repeatedly hit. The teacher's accusation and classmates' ridicule are like invisible bullets hitting my heart, and I feel bitter in my heart and shed a few tears involuntarily. Alas, my sky is gray! Efforts have brought unsatisfactory results. Are all the efforts made in those holidays without rest in vain, and all the hard work in the past in vain? Looking at the notes and exercises, I thought that "waste" just wanted to throw it far away, but suddenly I remembered that one night I was burning the midnight oil, and it was hard and painful to write. Now the sweetness has disappeared without a trace, only endless bitterness for me to chew. How can it be so depraved, Jack? I seem to hear someone shouting in confusion. Yes, how did that happen? Didn't I call myself God of War? Let such a small setback ravage me and make me collapse, impossible! After being tortured by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Sima Qian endured humiliation and wrote Historical Records with great perseverance. It is a masterpiece of historians and has no rhyme, which is praised by future generations. Compared with Sima Qian's setbacks, my setbacks are negligible and extremely small. What can't be overcome? The ancients had such a saying long ago: "Heroes have suffered much since ancient times, and teenagers are not charming." I will smile and never be sad when I encounter such difficulties again in the future. Calm down, frustration may be a good thing! Learn to sum up lessons and grow up in reflection, and take this as a wake-up call for my life, warning me not to slack off and relax. Life is colorful, not just a color! ! ! Hope to adopt! ! !
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An 800-word composition entitled "Secretary is a Fragrant Flower".
There is a kind of flower that is particularly delicate and charming. When you give it to others, it will make your heart surge. This kind of flower is the flower of your lover. There is a kind of flower that is particularly bright. When you give it to others, it will make you feel happy. This flower is the flower of honesty. There is a kind of flower that is particularly beautiful. When you give it to others, it will make you happy. This kind of flower is helpful to others. On the big stage of life, take a hug home, because I am this kind of flower, because it smells best. This beautiful flower once passed on a bus. I remember my birthday that year. My sister bought a big bunch of hyacinthus orientalis. Maybe she wanted to surprise me. She crept up behind me and put it in my arms from back to front. I was moved to tears at that time. I looked at hyacinthus orientalis in my arms and felt that the world was so beautiful! The girl next door praised it, so beautiful! I just smiled and gave her the most beautiful flower. At that moment, her face was just like hyacinthus orientalis's, so beautiful! This beautiful flower once bloomed in a familiar breakfast shop. On the way to school that day, I bought eight-treasure porridge and steamed buns at the breakfast shop and had a delicious meal. But after eating, I touched my pocket, and it was flat and there was nothing. Oh, it suddenly occurred to me that I changed my clothes this morning and left my money at home. what can I do? I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks and said, "What should I do? What can I do! " My chubby aunt came over and saw my embarrassment. She smiled and said, "Stop looking and go to school!" "I said," I will definitely pay you back tomorrow. " My aunt touched my head kindly and said, "Let's go!" "At that moment, I found that the proprietress was so kind, kind and moved. Especially the smiling face I saw that day was particularly beautiful. This beautiful flower once passed in a small elevator. When I went upstairs, I happened to meet my neighbor's uncle, with big bags and small bags. I ran to help him pick up some things. My uncle looked at me gratefully. When he got home, he gave me a bright smile in return. When I went downstairs, my grandfather upstairs was going for a walk. I took his hand and helped him slowly down the stairs. Grandpa's bright smiling face also blooms in a beautiful moment. Looking at their smiling faces, I am also happy from the heart. In fact, each of us has a beautiful garden. My garden is full of flowers, some beautiful, some bright and some beautiful. I want to pick the most beautiful one and bring it to my friends and sisters. These flowers symbolize love, honesty and the heart to help others. I believe these flowers will make my world colorful. Take a hug home, because of me, this flower is the most fragrant.