"May there be enough clouds in your life to create a beautiful night."-Sunset.
Thank you very much for the network, which gave me the most beautiful encounter. The sparks that collided were beautiful and brilliant, dazzling and confused.
The opportunity to know him is very simple, because I was looking for information and pictures of SD dolls and inadvertently asked him for help. It is not surprising that two people meet. He said that asking for help belongs to asking for help. From beginning to end, he didn't even mention a super doll, and I sweated there for a long time. After that, I decided that this person must be an embroidered pillow-wasting his information and writing it so beautifully, I thought angrily. So, meet online and ignore them.
Then again, I don't know if I sent the wrong message or what. He left me a message and started a real conversation. Ah, I thought he didn't talk, but I didn't expect that his gossip ability was not weak ... and he established a pure netizen relationship here.
I often chat, talk about my studies, talk about people around me, talk about social problems, and even criticize the articles written by someone in his spare time. It's really terrible and so on. It must be admitted that the information of this boy who is only four and a half months older than me is not copied from others, so I come to the conclusion that this man is indeed a talented boy.
At ordinary times, people will start quarreling because of disagreement, and then start whispering "Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry", which is really a clown in others' eyes. I have always walked the Internet with the truth that I am a genius. I didn't expect this person to attack it. Words like "I am the strongest genius in the world" are taken as his mantra, and arguing with him is really, really-well, in short, very irritating ... It's a pity that my evaluation of him as an "embroidered pillow" has some truth, and he often falls into a lot of conversations with me without being noticed. It's not serious. Just take a year off school. "... so, I can only smile and hold up the" I am a genius "sign on the other end of the phone.
We have known each other for a long time and have always been good listeners to each other. We can both give them advice. At least there will always be some comfort. If you are not sure, you can make the other person smile through tears. Just like a smile that has been waiting around, or even just a ray of sunshine. Although I have just been circling in the circle of netizens, I have to admit that meeting him was the most beautiful accident in my 14 life.
This is not a truly calm lake, not a ripple. Speaking out is not afraid of jokes, and two friends I met online will make a scene. It's not an argument, because our argument never started, but in the final analysis, what did we start arguing about? Although we have been reconciled for a long time, we still can't even say why. Say that finish, I face down to apologize-please, I'm a girl, why it's my turn to take the initiative, I don't understand. A quarrel is a quarrel, but when two people make up, they threaten each other more and more (sweat ..-_-||)
There was a passage in his signature file: "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening!" I don't understand anything. I seem to have seen it somewhere in my mind. Alas, sadly, until the answer was announced, I still couldn't remember: "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening." -Sunset. I am really touched in my heart. I know no one will tell me this sentence again-after all, his talent didn't come out of thin air. You know, this sentence was translated by Bing Xin.
I have always wanted to thank everything we met. My wise eyes predicted our laughter and tears from the beginning to the present. I have said many words of blessing to each other and kept them in my heart.
"Disappointed, moved. Don't be too disappointed and sad. "
"I like to see you smile _ May the luck of genius be with you."
"Do what you feel, believe that you are the best, and God will love you."
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Memories are over.
The internet is really a wonderful thing. I don't think I've been online for four and a half years. Its freshness to me is still vivid. Internet has given me a lot, covering too much, too much. Just like before I met this lovely netizen, I was very satisfied with my life, but I couldn't say it after I met him ... well, I don't understand either. In short, knowing him, my lovely netizen, my life has suddenly changed a lot, with good wishes and great challenges. A lot of things have happened here, many things that make me happy, sad and worried, just happened without warning, which caught me off guard. But I am still very happy and happy to welcome them.
I've always wanted to say a word to him, but I never got a chance:
Nice to meet you.
Really, nice to meet you.
Instructor: Chen Yindiao
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The concept of movement
What is touching? Listen to what we have to say.
The chemistry teacher said:
It feels like dilute hydrochloric acid, and even hard marble will turn into soluble calcium chloride, water and carbon dioxide when it meets it.
The physics teacher said:
Touch is to electrify the spiral pipe. Even heavy iron blocks will stick together, and it is difficult to separate unless there is a sudden power failure.
The biology teacher said:
Touching is sunshine. Without it, frozen rivers will be frozen forever, and cold nights will be cold forever. Without it, the stars and the moon lose their luster. What's more, people? How will people live without sunshine?
The geography teacher said:
Touching is like a latitude and longitude net. Fragmented continents and vast oceans have been "netted" to form our earth, the home where human beings live together. Don't believe it? Let's go around the world.
The political teacher said:
What is touching is the national constitution. All citizens have equal opportunities and play their roles in a balanced way. Every citizen knows it, abides by it and uses it.
The history teacher said:
Moved like the proletariat, lead the people to a bright and beautiful world, build a peaceful, democratic and harmonious country, and make the people live a happy life.
The English teacher said:
Touching is like five vowels, and every word is indispensable. Without it, words will no longer exist, let alone express and convey the beautiful feelings of human beings.
The math teacher said:
Moving is like an auxiliary line. As long as we find a solution to the problem and do a good job of auxiliary lines, no matter how difficult the problem is, we can solve it.
The Chinese teacher said:
Touching is the first ray of sunshine in the morning, shining with dew; Touching is the ripple caused by the breeze blowing the pink petals in the stream; Touching is the heartstring touched by the gentle birdsong after the rain, and touching is the infinite reverie caused by the moonlight shining all over the earth. ...
I said: moving is moving, it comes from the intersection of heart and heart between life, its scope is so wide, as long as we feel it with our hearts, moving is everywhere and omnipotent.
After listening to our statement, what is your understanding of moving?
Instructor: Niu Ji Fang
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My heaven
Everyone has his own happy childhood. In these wonderful childhood, everyone has his own paradise. Many people's paradise is in the open nature, such as Lu Xun's Herb Garden and Cheng Hai's Woods ... Some of my partners are in the People's Square, some are in the courtyard of the dormitory, but my paradise is in a closed place-my room. Someone will definitely ask why. Let me tell you slowly.
I remember when I was four years old, my mother specially designed a cabin for me. Although my room is not big, in my opinion, there is still a lot of space for me to play. I clearly remember everything in the room at that time. I have a beautiful little bed and a row of cabinets. There are many toys, a table and many things that belong to me. This hut belongs only to my own world and my paradise.
When mom and dad go to work, I often "go crazy" when I am alone in the house. Play house with my toys. I also gave some interesting names to my toys, such as Pony Run, Bear Dudu, Robot Cat Congcong, Rabbit Darling, Monkey Jump … and many dolls. I played house by myself in my cabin. Doll Lily is her mother, doll Juan is her father, and rabbits and monkeys are their children. Mother Lili is cooking in the kitchen, father is reading in the study, rabbits are playing in the yard, monkeys are jumping on trees, ponies are running, bears are barking, and robot cats are smart. They are on their way home. I also dub them and design their lines. I followed my father's example and said to my mother Lili, "Lili, is the meal ready?" After a while, Benben, Du Du and Cong Cong, their good friends who skipped around, all arrived. "Then, I followed the example of my mother Lili and said," I see, everything is ready. Let the children in for dinner. ...... "Hey, it's interesting to think of that kind of unbridled play at that time.
However, after every game, my room is always in a mess. Once, my mother was very angry and severely criticized me. She said sternly, "Look, Lei Lei, this room is in a mess. After playing the game, you must put the toys back, and learn to clean up and clean up yourself. " Then teach me to clean and tidy my room. From then on, every time I finished the game, I cleaned myself and learned to use the dust washer. I will also help my parents do a lot of housework.
Therefore, my room is not only a paradise for my childhood games, but also a place for me to be sensible and learn to do things. I love my room.
Instructor: Chen Xiaohui
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Network resources-junior high school narrative composition: memory is the pain of breathing
Falling wood rustles, and water cools easily.
The wind is cold and the snow is residual.
Break your fingers, have a cold drink,
Who will return it?
Might as well be young,
I only know the pen room!
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A little doggerel brought the mood back to the heart of the ignorant and reckless teenager, as if inexplicable feelings would surge like a flood, overflow the heart, break down the defense line, get through the small sinus, and then go down the river in despair, ups and downs, only to know its pain after hitting the rocks and exile it to the other side of the soul to recuperate.
Recalling that late summer, cicadas in the trees made people's eardrums swell, which made them bored and at a loss. Under the cool swing of the fan, a person chats happily in front of the computer. It's her. She's finally online. He can't wait to send her a message. The vows of eternal love appeared in the feelings of two teenagers more than once, which made the soap bubbles of their love expand constantly, and the light of love was covered with soap bubbles, gorgeous and extremely fragile. Both sides tried their best to maintain it carefully so as not to collapse at this most beautiful moment. Sometimes they don't even know whether they like this feeling or the little people separated by computers.
One day, Qingyun said it hurt in the afternoon, and she said, I'm a little tired! He was shocked and confused. What's the matter? She didn't speak again. He continued to send messages and made a final effort. The girl didn't reply for a long time. A few hours later, she said, in fact, we are all too young to pick the rustling green apples on the tree ... the boy is completely devastated. He quietly turned off the computer and went back to his nest alone. He cried, and a few golden tears came out of the man's eye socket unwillingly. Although he doesn't allow this, his wet skirt is still being eroded by tears.
The boy struggled for a long time in his inner world. After a few days, he calmed down. He opened his blog and saw many messages, "Are you okay? What's the matter with you? Why don't you surf the Internet ... ""I ... I'm sorry ... I said have fun ... "... it's a girl. He deleted all the messages one by one, and then calmly replied, "... I'm tired, too. Maybe you're right. It takes time for apples to grow. Why don't you let your mind wander? They may be more tired than us, but they are also tired ... "The boy wiped away the last tear that didn't belong to her, and then smiled and said goodbye in his heart. From then on, the boy continued to run on his own track and drew a full stop full of memories!
Teenagers are sentimental! This day is really a pseudo-mature age, and how many people are similar to that boy and girl. As said at the beginning, "... only when you touch the reef will you know its pain ..." What an ignorant teenager, what a pure heart, who can't stand the wind and waves and is afraid of pain!
Perhaps, in retrospect tomorrow, that memory is heartbreaking and painful as if life is nothing more than that. In fact, boys and girls finally become good friends, and the "pain" from the bottom of my heart is a precious emotion. At least, it records your emotions, at least it records your first emotional experience in your youth and even in your life. It has life and power. Listen! He is calling, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, saying that ups and downs are not your best investment! This is a kind of pain, but the difference is that he has a fresh life, beauty, loneliness and rhythmic breathing. ...
Maybe it's just a prank that doesn't belong to boys and girls;
Perhaps, this is just a little joke played by God;
Perhaps, for a small person who is about to enter adulthood, this is just a small test. ...
Under the caress of the sun, the hair raised by the wind fluttered and spread out the ink-scented paper-"Memory is the pain of breathing"
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Network resources-junior high school narrative composition: the growth of junior high school life
When I was in primary school, I always looked forward to junior high school. At that time, I longed for growth and freedom. When I was young, I didn't know the taste of sadness. I always feel that the happy life every day is too dull. So I didn't cherish the old soft time and entered junior high school.
I think junior high school has made me grow up. Let me understand: school is the epitome of society-social life is a big dye vat, complicated. I am no longer a child, and I will never shirk my responsibilities. Grind off my edges and corners, leaving my pride.
Junior high school has grown my persistence. I've never been very persistent. So, there are some things I can't stick to at all. After the betrayal of the first grade, the tempering of the second grade, the washing of friendship, the tempering of work and the change of life, I think I can finally face life with a smile. I will never forget how I felt when I first tasted betrayal. I can't remember exactly what happened at that time, except a voice in my ear: from today, you are no longer the center of people, from today, you can't be self-centered ... since then, I never seem to look up. Not only interpersonal relationships, grades, work, but also large and small loopholes have emerged. I really wanted to leave. It might be better to get out of here and change the environment. However, I persisted. I don't even remember how I got through it. Only when others ask, the corners of the mouth are upturned and the nose is sour. Disaster is not only a disaster, but also a test. It's hard, but you can't blow out yellow sand and get gold, can you? Time is a feast and a long arrow. Many times, what we lose is not disaster, but time. I insist, I will win. I beat time, so I learned to persist.
Junior high school life taught me to be indifferent. When you are right, others will not remember that you are right; When you are wrong, even breathing is wrong. So, I face life with a smile. Listening to the Xuan, breaking three thousands of feet faces; Falling flowers, once rippling with the wind; If the flower is pitiful, whose fingertips will it fall on? Even if you can't do it completely, you should be close to that mentality.
Life is real. It has not only happiness, but also pain. Fate pushes us forward, and the wheel of time runs over, leaving the shadow of time in circles. Who said you couldn't go back? We have grown up and can't live so carefree. People need to grow, and people's life is spent in constant growth. We have just entered this small and uncomplicated society. If we can't handle things easily, let alone the future.
I am grateful for my junior high school life, which made me understand a lot and grow a lot. At the same time, I hate it and am afraid of the pain it brings me. But I know that what I have learned now will be useful for a lifetime. Although I don't have enough for myself, I firmly believe that one sword breaks the vast land and there is no prosperity. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh, it is futile.
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Network Synthesis —— Narrative Writing in Senior One: Appreciation and Elimination
Teacher Jiang's daughter is 26 years old and hasn't found a boyfriend yet. A colleague of Mr. Jiang enthusiastically acted as a matchmaker and introduced one of Mr. Jiang's favorite students to his daughter.
Teacher Jiang insisted that the young man go home for dinner. After the young man left, Teacher Jiang said to the matchmaker, "When he was in middle school, how much I worshipped him! He has excellent academic performance and is especially obedient. He will never play pranks. Now, look at his back, obviously hunched, like a little old man; Look at his short-sighted glasses, 800 degrees, which will affect the quality of life in the future; Look at the way he speaks softly, like a young man; What I despise most is that he is so stuffy and has no sense of humor at all. If my daughter lives with such people all her life, where will she find happiness? "
I don't know why there is such a big difference between our criteria for evaluating students and choosing son-in-law. When we train students, it is easy to ignore their health, conduct, character and taste. We turn a blind eye to children's bad posture of walking, sitting and lying down, and become accustomed to children's thicker and thicker myopia lenses. We regard the child's reticence as sedate and indifferent.
Boredom is said to be intelligence. We have set ambitious educational goals and are determined to cultivate "pillars" for the country. We can't take care of children's different personalities. In our eyes, the standard version of "good boy" is a person who will lose everything in exchange for high marks. However, when the "good boy" we have painstakingly cultivated wants to come into our life and become a member of our family, we resolutely shut him out. It seems that until this time, we suddenly realized how important health, conduct, personality and interest are to a person. It's a pity that everything we asked this man today was taken away by us when he was most suitable for it.
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Junior high school narrative: draw a window for yourself.
At that time, the green leaves turn into yellow leaves, falling down one by one, gently and softly, unwilling to leave a trace of green. I wrapped my thick coat and watched the elves leave the tree. Watching them dance in the air, I can't help but sigh: "Qiu Lai left, why is life so short and fragile ..."
I slowly raised my stiff blue hand and grabbed a piece of yellow Ye Er. Watching it fall asleep quietly, I unconsciously thought, "Is it the golden world we are looking for?" Is there no trace of cold autumn green? "I suddenly remembered a hot issue. ...
I resolutely turned around and went straight to the window. I looked around, unexpectedly let me accidentally found that a touch of green, I was ecstatic to see it.
It snuggles up in the golden world, but it is bright, shining and dazzling. Its green leaves are layered and stacked without gaps. In the autumn wind, he still stands upright. Every work of Ye Er is like a lovely and naughty child, smiling and nodding in the wind. It seems that this air conditioner is no match for them at all!
I hesitated for a long time, and finally gently picked a piece and took it in my hand and took it home. I held it as if I didn't feel cold. When I came to the window again, I couldn't help sticking my head out, because I found the tenacious and lovely green son under my window. I think I should enjoy the extraordinary scenery of the yellow world ... so beautiful, so beautiful. ...
The following year, cold autumn came again. I haven't forgotten the unusual scenery outside the window. Just like the year before last, I braved the cold wind and walked out of the window, carefully taking off a life and taking it home. After enjoying it, I put it in a book ... not only a unique scenery in Qiu Li, but also a brave, challenger and winner in life. It is ruthless in the face of autumn, without withering and withering, but it persists in the vitality of spring and stands bravely in the autumn world. ...
Time flies, this is the third autumn. Although the cold autumn has not yet arrived, the beautiful scenery outside the window has emerged in my mind. Unfortunately, the scenery outside the window was transplanted by some people who didn't appreciate it this year. But I won't be depressed by it. Because that beautiful scenery has long been engraved in my heart: there is a green evergreen tree outside the window, although it is not tall or strong. But it still shines with golden light in the faint sunshine. It makes the golden world no longer monotonous. ...
I picked up a paintbrush and drew a window for myself. As for the scenery outside the window, there is no need to describe it in words, as long as it is branded in my heart forever.
I carefully folded the picture again and put it in the book. Coincidentally, my favorite sentence is written on the page sandwiched between the drawing papers: "I am alive, I am happy, and my life is bright and beautiful ..."
At this moment, I suddenly understood that each of us is not short and fragile. Just to see if the person who controls life is as tenacious and tenacious as the scenery outside the window. ...
I brought up the brush again and decided to draw a window for myself. The protagonist outside the window is me, not it. ...
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-Junior high school narrative: an ode to life
Boldness, freedom, desire ... This is not unique to human beings; On the contrary, animals know more than humans.
My family has an "old yellow dog". He was only three years old when he came to our house. So far, he is almost fifteen or sixteen years old. He is "old" and has a good temper all his life! But very picky about food. In the words of grandparents, it is "greed". Because he never eats feed at first, then steamed bread, then noodles and fried dough sticks ... so that he has to refuel in his meal before he can speak. He lives under an old locust tree and is chained. This old pagoda tree will bloom luxuriantly in spring, summer and autumn. He is comfortable hiding under the tree to enjoy the cool. When Sophora japonica is in full bloom, it gives off a faint fragrance. Occasionally, he will look up for pleasure, sniff with his nose, close his eyes and concentrate. If a few strings fall, he will play with it, scratch it, tear it, or open his mouth to eat it. We have also eaten Sophora japonica, and when we eat it in one bite, it is faint fragrance, faint sweetness and faint spring breeze; I wonder what it will be like in his eyes. However, I understand his loneliness.
I will pet it, and it will look up and lick my hand with its tongue. I thought he would be happy and satisfied with such a life, but unfortunately I overlooked one point! Freedom.
At home, he is old and complaining a little. Later, he kept a dog-"Ahei". She is a mixed-race German shepherd. We raised her since childhood and never tied her up. At that time, in the eyes of the old yellow dog, I saw admiration and longing, and his deep cry stung my heartstrings. After that, I always felt that I owed him something. I compensated him with delicious food every time, but I didn't expect to give him freedom.
Finally, one day, he didn't even have the qualification to put it at home! Grandma asked me to take him to the East Garden, where there are many vegetables, green cucumber vines and green celery ... There are pumpkin vines in front of his residence, which is like a dream, not to mention the crisp birds singing and bees and butterflies!
As soon as I let him go, he bowed his head, shouted and jumped excitedly. I led him outside, and his eyes were shining, not as dim as before!
Home is only 50 meters away from the vegetable garden, but he smells it excitedly and turns around, full of freshness, so I try to slow down and give him more freedom! Finally, I opened the door of the vegetable garden. He was stunned by the sight inside, but I had to walk forward quickly, tie him up and arrange everything: water, food, and leave in a hurry, because I was afraid to see his back and eyes again, which only made me more thoughtful and sad!
Soon after, I was shocked! Because he wanted to jump, the ring fell off the iron post and he ran away. That kind of passion, yearning is something I have never seen before! He ran desperately, and my grandfather and I chased desperately, but I ran and ran, and I slowed down. It turns out that freedom is what he wants compared to the "luxury food" at home! The ending can be imagined. Grandpa got on the bike, his eyes were red, and he stepped on the accelerator! He was caught! Grandpa grabbed his chain and lifted it to fight. His shrill cry shook the sky. I didn't even think about it. I struggled forward and wrestled with my grandfather. I won! But he vomited blood all the way and I cried. Hold him and cry! He cried, too! This is the heaviest tear I have ever seen!
There may be hypocrisy in human tears, but there is only sincerity in animal tears!
His escape set life free! Bold, free ... What can I do? What can humans do? What are we living for?
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Junior high school narrative 600 words: listen! That's a song.
Spring is gentle, summer is changeable, autumn is joyful and winter is cold. It's different all year round. But I love different seasons, because the songs of the four seasons are beautiful and have different styles.
Listen! What's that noise? Is it soft dance music? Does the bell sway in the breeze? Or is the naughty silkworm baby eating mulberry leaves? Be careful. Did you hear that? "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." Gee, unconsciously, it's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. It is as thin as a hair, as light as a cow's hair, dense and high-flying, just like a affectionate girl, she comes to us lightly and shyly. It awakens streams and encourages them to persevere; It caresses the grass and gives them sweet milk; It mourns the quiet flowers and makes them in bud; It helps weeping willows and draws out tender green buds; It, oh! I see, it's not dance music, it's not bells, and it's not silkworm babies. That is a song, a song of spring rain, a song of welcoming the spring!
Listen! What's that noise? Are the leaves whispering? Is the frog singing? Or are crickets playing the violin? Go out of the hut and find out. A cool breeze blew head-on, and the branches and leaves on the trees rustled. A symphony of frogs and crickets came from the field, which made the originally silent night lively. The evening breeze is mixed with the fragrance of jujube and Chinese rose. Take a gentle breath and suddenly feel relaxed and happy. The sultry day has long gone, leaving a cool feeling. Oh! I know, that's leaves talking, that's frogs singing and that's crickets accompanying. It is a song, a summer night song, a chilling song!
Listen! What's that noise? Rich, crisp, immature, old, young, all kinds. Oh! That's people laughing happily. When you leave home, you will find that pears, large and small, seem to be covered with a layer of gold; Persimmon blushes; The ear of rice is bent with laughter; Eggplant put on purple robe; Wax gourd is covered with white gauze; ..... No wonder people smile from ear to ear. At this time, I know that people's laughter is a song, an autumn song, a harvest song full of joy!
Listen! What's that noise? "Whoo-hoo, rustling-rustling" is wind or rain, or ... it seldom snows in winter in the south. But in winter, she still maintains the noble and reserved image of a princess, wearing a veil and sending cold air. However, the plum branches are covered with buds, and the news that spring is back to the earth is spread to everyone's ears in a hundred feet of ice. "Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports spring." What a big tolerance! Look at the foggy windows, the burning lights and the busy workers. They were wrapped in thick coats, their hands were red with cold, and their mouths made a whirring sound from time to time. I really want to keep warm, but who chooses to give up? Oh! I see, it's a song, a winter song, a proud song!
Spring is full of vitality and everything recovers; In summer, the sun is scorching, but the evening breeze feels cool; Autumn is fruitful and makes people smile; In winter, the wind is very cold, but we are proud of each other. Wonderful all the year round, a song is staged, and the tune of the song is like a mountain running water. Just like our life, there are always different things and different songs. All these things are intertwined, which constitutes our life and composes a winding and touching song of life.
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