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I have always been used to reading my own stories in other people's words, and I was moved to a great mess later. However, when laughter has been blown away by the strong wind and disappeared in the distance; When the tears have been dried by body temperature, only long tears are left; When the pain is collected by the mind, only gentle scars are left. I just found out that the youth I look forward to day and night is actually leaving me. I have been afraid to compliment my own words, and suddenly feel the need to use my shallow words to precipitate my leaving youth.
In the imperceptible passage of time, I was not lucky enough to witness the coming of youth, but unfortunately witnessed the passing of youth. Time cruelly put a messy and clueless ending in front of me.
Under the prism of memory, youth did not reflect too much light, but cast a few dim and fuzzy colors.
Youth is an era of unbridled unruly, and unruly will eventually pay the price. People around me earnestly taught me to turn meticulous care into blood, trying to paint my pale and ignorant mind with a layer of red and instill spiritual nourishment, but my unruly heart only left a mark like water and did not absorb too much. So decadent and bleak dark red became the essence of youth, but the appearance of youth was stained with bright red, which made me feel ashamed of my academic achievements. After all, joy and happiness are abandoned in the unknown world because of the bitter lesson that the enemy can't beat, leaving only traces of injury everywhere.
Youth, I struggle in red.
Youth is full of hope, and hope may not come true. What represents hope is endless green. However, after disappointment, I waited silently again and again, prayed sincerely again and again, and saw that hope was only one step away from reality. So I was ecstatic and tried my best to pursue it, only to find that it was always ahead, just out of reach. I am a conscript in the desert. Every time I rush to the oasis in front of me, I find it is just a beautiful picture of the moon in the well. Hope again and again, but finally disappointed again and again. I am a hesitant pedestrian at the crossroads, and I don't know whether to continue chasing left, right or stay put.
Youth, I am lost in the green.
Youth is an age that longs for love, and love, at this time, is more about friendship between friends. I am no longer a three-year-old child, and I am tired of being cared for by my parents like a baby. Although I understand their good intentions and try to avoid embarrassing them, a deep or shallow generation gap is inevitable after all. Therefore, the young and frivolous heart is extremely eager for a pure friendship. It is a touching tolerance, but also a ruthless accusation and warning. Like the sea, it makes me feel warm and broad in the calm blue, and makes me know my mistakes and myself in the turbulent blue. I have always believed that blue can best represent friendship, and I have always believed that pure love will be born in blue.
Youth, I look forward to it in blue.
There is also fragile love in the greenhouse, intoxicating lights at the birthday party, unforgettable jumps and cheers on the football field ... The colors of those pictures that were once so real are intertwined, and they have long been unable to distinguish their essence. After all, weak words can't stop them from fading under the prism.
I always like to taste the blood of the sunset alone in the afterglow of the sunset, quietly look at the clouds dyed red by the sun on the horizon, and finally slowly slide down the horizon. I think my youth probably came in the sunset one day. Many pictures that have not been captured and colors that have not been outlined have already disappeared in the wind, leaving only a sigh.
And my youth, faded from those obscure colors, can only be sentimental in red and helpless in green. Fortunately, before the sunset of youth disappears, I can still look forward to and daydream in the blue.
Youth is a complex word, and I have been reluctant to let my words have any heavy meaning. But unfortunately, this is the youth in my eyes. In fact, everyone's youth has its own different colors. What are the colors outlined on your youth drawing paper?
The color of youth
What is the color of youth?
The color of youth is as red as fire,
The brightest moment of life.
We should seize the short and splendid youth. What is the color of youth?
The color of youth is as green as leaves,
The most * * moment in life.
We should seize the short-lived youth. What is the color of youth?
The color of youth is sky blue,
The warmest moment of life.
We should seize the short and warm youth. What is the color of youth?
The color of youth is a colorful palette.
We should seize the short and colorful youth.
Let's run on the runway of youth!
Let's enjoy ourselves on the stage of youth.
End childhood. Junior high school students with a perfect score of 600 words.
Memories of childhood Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart, and childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable. Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so people miss it ... and recall those insignificant events. Although the incident is small, those memories make you feel ridiculous. So far, there is another thing that happened to me that I will never forget, and I will laugh when I think about it.
Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Danny, go and help my mother wash the vegetables."
""good! " I readily agreed.
Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three; There are tomatoes, five or six.
I'm so stupid. I was told to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class, really.
"Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes in the washing machine to wash together? Then I won't do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up Chinese cabbage and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button.
Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was.
After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! These dishes don't need washing. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where is the food? Look at the cabbage with "one army" left. Eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, and it is black and blue. The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Danny, is the food ready? I want to cook.
"Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted.
I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" I walked into my small room and locked the door ... This is my colorful childhood, the first step in my life, the first footprint of my growth and progress, and the first stop of my future journey.
Childhood is my happiest time!
The composition is * ** 600 words narrative 600.
Put an end to youth. I dyed the route of youth with soft waves, played the melody of youth with passionate keys, recalled the journey of youth with recorded moments, and wrote a composition-ending youth.
I left a string of footprints along the way to remember these youthful flowers.
On a sunny day, the sun is warm and lazy, and the clouds flowing in the sky are like soft cotton candy, changing their postures uneasily.
I like to find something called quiet, sitting on a lush tree, listening to melodious and elegant music, holding my favorite articles, enjoying myself alone in my den, enjoying everything endowed by nature quietly without external interference and so much gossip.
When it rains, my mood becomes sad. Occasionally, I will only talk to myself in an empty room.
There will always be many water drop elves on the window, loosely adsorbed on the glass surface, and merged into a happy reincarnation with light hands. It is a pity that the book lacks plot. It is the most beautiful morning light in my life and has not been written yet.
On a sunny day, the sun is warm, and the clouds flowing in the sky are like soft cotton candy, listening to melodious and elegant music.
On rainy days.
I like to look for something called silence, which can be dispersed into many small water drops in an instant with a gentle touch of my hand. Many years later, I will still remember these youthful flowers, without external interference and so much gossip, leaving the lonely back of the sunset to stretch a little obliquely. Youth is an unfinished painting. Playing the melody of youth with passionate keys is a brilliant and beautiful process.
Just like a lonely night, holding an article I love, thinking that a person walking on the beach will never appear again; The clouds are rolling and flowing to an unknown distance. What is an illusory dream, remembering the journey of youth with recorded moments, so broken and lazy, and carrying it to the extreme? Sad for the withering of a flower, I can't wash away the seashells of beach memory and talk to myself. Such a beautiful scenery will instantly cross the redundant pain of my cut finger and cross my memory space. Which road is the passing scenery, I can enjoy and write in my nest alone-draw a satisfactory full stop for my youth.
I left a string of footprints along the way, because I wanted to cherish the missed flowers and leaves.
I drew a perfect question mark on my youth, changing various postures uneasily, only to find that it was broken on the day I remembered, and my mood became sad. Countless colorful patterns appear alternately on the white canvas and sit on the lush trees.
Imagine that a glass bottle full of lucky stars has been on the table for a long time.
Youth is a concept before painting. I quietly enjoy everything given by nature and watch the ebb and flow of the tides. Occasionally, I lock myself in an empty room.
When you are lost and lonely.
There will always be many water drop elves on the window, loosely adsorbed on the glass surface to put an end to youth. I dyed the route of youth with soft waves and started the appearance of the sun, but it was such a lonely ending.
Yes, store everything in a corner of your heart.
Ending youth 600-word composition daquan
I touch the route of youth with soft waves, play the melody of youth with passionate keys, recall the journey of youth with recorded moments, and write a composition-draw a satisfactory end to youth.
I left a string of footprints along the way to remember these youthful flowers.
On a sunny day, the sun is warm and lazy, and the clouds flowing in the sky are like soft cotton candy, changing their postures uneasily.
I like to find something called quiet, sitting on a lush tree, listening to melodious and elegant music, holding my favorite articles, enjoying myself alone in my den, enjoying everything endowed by nature quietly without external interference and so much gossip.
When it rains, the mood will also become sad. The third grade composition "Composition-Draw a satisfactory full stop for youth".
Occasionally, in an empty room, I will only be locked by myself and talk to myself.
There will always be many water droplets on the window, which are loosely adsorbed on the glass surface. When touched by hand, they will instantly disperse into many small water droplets and flow to an unknown distance.
When I am lost and lonely, I want to walk alone on the beach and watch the ebb and flow of the tide, which can't wash away the seashells of beach memory; Clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable, leaving the lonely figure of sunset a little oblique.
I fantasized that the glass bottle full of lucky stars had been on the table for a long time. When I remembered that day, I found it was broken. It was as simple as that. In an instant, my memory space crossed the unnecessary pain of cutting my finger.
Youth is a concept before painting. Before writing, countless colorful patterns have appeared alternately on the white canvas.
Yes, many years later, youth is the painting that will never be finished, the flowers and leaves that I want to cherish but miss, the regret of the lack of plot in that book, the passing scenery, the illusory dream and the most beautiful morning light in my life. Sad at the withering of a flower, the brilliant and beautiful process, to the extreme, is such a lonely ending.
Just like the loneliness at night, the appearance of the sun began.
I draw a perfect question mark on my youth, and store everything in a corner of my mind to form a happy reincarnation, which will never appear again.
Why should I draw the composition?
Drawing an optimistic person's life for memory is a palette. Now that it has taken root in you, you should color it with your dexterous hands. You may bring out bright colors or dim colors, which needs your own control.
One needs optimism in one's life.
I read an article "The Choice of Life and Death" the other day. I know that life and death are only in your hands, and some people may drag out an ignoble existence. Some people may live a real life, and some people get rich after those rich people.
But I prefer the second one, which is true and optimistic even in the face of death.
As I grow older, I prefer the idea of being single to being manipulated like a doll.
Today, something happened: I have a fixed schedule for two days this weekend. I planned to take a bath on Saturday afternoon, but my father asked me to go at night.
In this way, my father's cordial tone turned into the roar of the East Lion. Father said I was stubborn, and I really couldn't listen to it anymore. I didn't expect to be slapped. I didn't cry, but I felt my heart was crying and bleeding.
Why? Besides, I have grown into a teenager, but my father has not stopped cursing me, and the slap is still hot in my face.
I walked back to my room. I didn't cry. I remembered what happened just now. Tears filled my eyes. I said to myself, "You can't cry. You can't cry over such a trifle.
You have to believe in yourself, these six years of training have trained you into a strong girl.
Tears stopped.
I'm thinking, when I grow up, I won't cry anymore, because I've learned to be optimistic.
Instead of comparing the slap just now to a scratch on the face when playing, think about the comparison between children from poor families and me! I know my father's temper, so I stop crying like a three-year-old child.
People need to be optimistic all their lives, please remember this sentence!
I wrote a 600-word composition because of carelessness.
Carelessness is my greatest enemy in my study.
If you want to succeed, you must get rid of this "big burden"-carelessness.
The reason why I am no longer careless is an exam in the fourth grade.
I clearly remember that it was a sunny morning.
The teacher announced the scores of the last exam to us.
"Hey, it goes without saying that the first place in this exam belongs to me!" When I heard the teacher read my name, I clearly heard: "xxx, 80 points."
"This sentence, like a huge thunder, woke me up from a dreamlike world.
In this class, I didn't listen to a word the teacher said, and I kept thinking, "What should I tell my parents when I go back?" After school, the students walked together, talking and laughing.
As for me, I walked home alone, with my head down, my head down.
The sun gives off a dim light, and the grass on the roadside seems to sigh for me.
I am not happy when I get home. My mother asked me what was wrong. I honestly confessed to my mother: "I got 80 points in this exam.
"My voice is so small that I can't hear myself.
Hearing this, my mother gently said to me, "Never mind, be careful next time, don't be so careless …" On this day, I remembered what my mother said to me.
Ushered in an exam, I sat in the examination room, quietly waiting for the teacher to hand out the test paper.
After receiving the test paper, I quickly scanned the whole test paper before I started to do the problem.
This time, I didn't swallow the test paper like last time, but read the questions carefully before I started writing.
More than thirty minutes passed, and I finished the whole test paper.
This time, I didn't rush to hand in my papers as I did last time, but checked them carefully.
It's time for the exam, and I handed in my paper with confidence.
The results came out the next day, the only perfect score in the class, and I jumped up happily with a sweet smile on my face.
After school, I walked on the path, humming a ditty, and the flowers on the roadside were happy for me.
When I got home, I told my mother the news. My mother said kindly to me, "You are not careless at last, but you should continue to work hard.". You should know the true meaning of "there is someone outside, there is a sky behind" ... "Carelessness was finally defeated by me.
Because it always reminds me of the profound exam in grade four.
From then on, I was no longer careless in exams or doing things.
How to write the troubles at the end of the composition
I haven't dated, so something is missing from my love life.
I often think of kissing him, which I have never tried before. Listening to a friend, it is worth remembering the inexplicable heartbeat, nervousness and * * *, and the most unforgettable thing is the feeling he gave you, which will always be the most unforgettable.
I am lucky to have a crush on a boy. I don't talk much at ordinary times, so my heart is always sour and bitter, and my heart is almost stopped. My eyes always inadvertently taste his every move, unblinkingly, my heart is beating again, and I am so nervous ... I am lucky that I can chat with him as a foreigner. Although he doesn't like me, I seem to be very satisfied ... I am luckiest to cry for him again and again, with hundreds of thousands of pounds in my heart, and I lost half of it at once, but my short body is even one. You can help me solve it, because I believe in you and my heart believes in you ... I hate using ellipsis every time I write a composition, but I can't help it. I can't get your love and affirmation.
I am afraid, afraid of losing you, because I am a coward. I'm afraid my heart will suffocate without you, so I dare not use a full stop. I don't want to end it ... no one will understand my mood now. Sour, my heart is squeezed dry drop by drop. I want to leave, but I can't ... Emotions scare me. I am worried and sad. I can only cry.
Draw a scarf for mom and write 600 words.
Draw a scarf for my mother. Every time I see my blue scarf, I feel extremely warm in my heart, because it smells like my mother.
I remember that one winter was particularly cold.
On a cold night, I fell asleep in a warm bed.
Suddenly, I felt a glimmer of light. "Who woke me up?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at it carefully. I'm surprised. It turned out that my mother was knitting a scarf wholeheartedly under the orange light.
I see. The weather forecast says it will be very cold tomorrow. My mother was afraid that I would catch cold, so she knitted the scarf that she had not knitted before overnight.
In order not to wake me, she sat in the cold chair at the desk and turned the light to the weakest.
The weather is getting colder and colder, but my mother's hands are knitting faster and faster, and my heart is getting warmer and warmer with her hands.
Looking at her eyes quietly changed from bright to tired, but there seemed to be a trace of worry in her eyes.
But I have a pair of panda-like dark circles under my eyes. It turned out that my mother was so tired that she put this warm scarf on me, and suddenly I had an unspeakable taste in my heart.
She knitted that warm scarf for me regardless of the fatigue of a day's work and the cold at night.
That faint orange makes me feel an unparalleled warmth in this cold air, and I feel a little warm.
I got up and picked up the blanket, gently put it on my mother, hugged her and said, "Thank you, Mom!" " ! You have worked hard! Mom turned her head a little surprised and said, "Did I wake you?" "? It's very cold. Go back to bed.
Mom will finish knitting soon, and you can wear a new scarf to school tomorrow.
"The next day, I got up at 6 o'clock, and my mother had put the knitted scarf on my pillow.
I touched my scarf full of love and looked at my sleeping mother. I was deeply moved! Before my mother woke up, I took a piece of colored paper, cut it into a love, drew a beautiful scarf on it and wrote: I wish my mother health and happiness forever! Your daughter: Yingying.
I put the card next to my mother's pillow so that my mother can see it as soon as she gets up.
My mother woke up, saw my card and said to me with a big smile, "Yingying, thank you for your gift. Mom loves you forever! " "I immediately replied," Mom, thank you for your happiness. I love you forever! " "My mother's laughter echoed in the room for a long time ... if there is no problem, please adopt it, please, thank you ~
600-word composition "Drawing Bright Eyes for the Blind"
My eyes are bright, too I heard grown-ups say, "The blind can't see.
"But I think blind people can see things like normal people. Why do I say that? Next, I will tell you a story, from which you can find the answer! Once upon a time, there was a blind man who could see nothing.
One night, he came out of the alley with a lamp. One of his friends happened to meet him and asked inexplicably, "Why do you need a lamp when you can't see anything?" He said unhurriedly, "If someone walks from here and it's too dark to see the road clearly, then my lamp will come in handy.".
"The friend asked," anyway, you still can't see.
"I saw that he shook his head and said," It is clear to be able to work for others.
"Son, you know the answer this time!
Draw a rainbow for life. Life is brand new. ...
I like raising some flowers and plants very much, so the small balcony has become my world.
The can of oranges was abandoned in the corner of the balcony.
It is not as gloomy and desolate as the corner depicted in the book, nor does it hide evil people and shelter evil people. It's clean, just a forgotten place.
After the Spring Festival, the lively and festive orange trees fell to the ground one after another, and then they were not favored by their owners and gradually withdrew from the historical stage.
It is this corner, where a pot of leafy green radish was originally placed, which I looked very pitiful and turned into a corner where the balcony was full of spring.
After the green radish withered, this corner was replaced by an orange.
Both of them are cold, which is really suitable.
That can of oranges has settled here, day by day, without much change.
It's nothing more than pulling a few buds or opening a few small flowers when winter goes and spring comes.
When I water the flowers, I won't miss one.
It seems to be quite enjoyable, hiding in the corner and living a quiet and unobtrusive life.
Because of the heavy rain, the soil in the flowerpot was washed out, forming a thin layer at the bottom of the pot.
I don't know where the wind took the seeds, but one or two grasses grew.
At the same time, several unknown grasses sprouted from the cracks in the corner.
It looks like a big family, and no one would have thought that a forgotten corner would be green! The small place seems to be a garden of its own, full of vitality.
I didn't pull up this little weed, nor did I pay more attention to it.
Just like at the beginning, I deliberately kept this corner calm, except for scooping a ladle of water on a dry day, so I didn't care too much and let it grow silently.
In fact, I envy this corner and oranges. Even if I am not concerned, I still insist on my own growth and life.
Live in the world with a lonely and proud mind.
I drew him a 600-word smiling composition about Zhang Qiling.
Thin and short, I didn't know he was a basketball fan at all if he didn't practice hard under the basket in a big red jersey with short sleeves.
There is a bright spot in him, and that is his eyes.
His eyes sparkled with unwavering, eager for success and extremely focused eyes.
His running style is so anxious and anxious that I can't help wondering why he is working hard for the race.
Run-up, turn around, shoot ... it's a pity that he missed the basket and his face flashed a trace of frustration from time to time.
The other shot ... still missed! In the process of constant failure, he seems a little anxious.
Looking at his anxious expression, I feel uneasy for him.
But it didn't last long. Sweating like rain, he seemed to calm down, as if he were working harder for himself. Then, he took a few photos, made standard projection preparation, and projected ... The answer seems to have been affirmed in his heart: bingo! I was ecstatic, and he finally showed a faint smile.
I feel happy for him-if we compare hard work and perseverance to a circle, there are thousands of people in Qian Qian, and he is the leader of this circle! Moreover, he also made me realize that no one can blaspheme persistence, because persistence contains great power, which will make people respect, and this power is tenacious perseverance and unremitting efforts mixed with sweat! 1 18 to share
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