Hedong No.2 Middle School, Senior 2. 12 Class Greifeng
Yesterday was a big windmill that stopped running. Through those mottled and worn leaves, all the memories can flash. -Inscription.
The river of life flows day and night, taking away our ignorance and our blue past, but some memories are becoming clearer and clearer in the trajectory of our lives.
May 12, in the stab of heavy memory, there are touching pictures and simple words, which are deeply engraved into everyone's heart.
They unite and help each other and care about others.
After saving himself, 9-and-a-half-year-old Lin Hao walked out of the ruins with a coma classmate on his back, and resolutely returned to the ruins with another classmate buried in the ruins on his back.
When the earthquake happened, 12-year-old Chen Hao quickly ran down the stairs and immediately reached safety. Suddenly, he saw a girl in danger. Without hesitation, he ran over and pushed the girl away, but he was buried in the thick rubble. Facing the life-and-death choice of running away or saving lives, he showed extraordinary selflessness and fearlessness.
They are brave and strong, never give up, never give up, and finally create a miracle of life.
They have an optimistic attitude, strive to strengthen their confidence and hope in life and the future, study hard and live happily under various circumstances.
Deng, a 14-year-old girl, was still reading with a flashlight when she was rescued by armed police officers and soldiers.
Facing life and death, reason told her to face it bravely. Peach trees will not bloom because of the cold winter, and will not be nourished by spring rain and spring breeze; Clouds and moons will not leave their bright smiles to the sky just because they cry too much. So she studied hard and tried to keep herself awake and strong enough not to let a painful tear in her eyes become a permanent sculpture.
Give yourself a smiling face, let yourself have a calm, let the persistence of life from the bottom of my heart inspire me, plug in the wings of Changfeng, fly over disasters and fly to happiness, and let the inner call of distant people inspire me to overcome difficulties with my life.
Faced with the choice of life and death, when their relatives leave themselves forever, they show strong and brave qualities, show the strength of unity and mutual assistance, and show the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice. Disasters taught them to cherish life and help others. The disaster tempered their strong will. Phoenix nirvana, reborn from the fire.
"The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, the strength of the youth is the strength of the country, the independence of the youth is the independence of the country, the progress of the youth is the progress of the country, and the youth is better than the earth ..."
A new generation of teenagers will hold up a more brilliant tomorrow.
Lingering memory
Li Shiju, Class 0/2, Grade 2, Hedong No.2 Middle School/KLOC
Memory has no soul, but it can't be easily erased. Those bits and pieces scattered in the past context have become secular throbs, but the footprints hidden under them are eternal love.
First of all, fall
I remember the night before New Year's Eve, the snow was surging, as if the lights were flying snowflakes, detached from the rain and snow of everything, in a quiet world. And you, on the other side of the sea, are calling my lonely wife home, sad and heartbroken. I was so moved that even God couldn't help crying. So, you were cheated by love. The fate of drift from place to place, once again unified in the joy and peace filled with the atmosphere of the Spring Festival.
Remember that second, the bosom friend at the intersection of mountains and rivers, and hear your heartbeat again at sunset and sunrise. Listen, you, survival, sparks chasing the sunrise of hope. The talons of the rock swallowed you up several times and rolled you up again, and the blood stained the clear sky and the miserable rain. You still never give up. Heroes are immortal, and respect is so strong. So, you were saved by love, and rebirth kept your pursuit.
Falling, I can't find the other shore, but love is wrapped in angular warmth. A thousand years ago, Wan Li urged the house. Memory absorbs the nutrients of sadness and loneliness, and is finally influenced by human instinct.
Second, floating overflow.
When memories and promises are scattered, the wind blows through the eternal clouds; If you can't face change, you are no longer smiling. Memory is domesticated in mottled wind and rain.
I remember China, Beijing, a city in midsummer, with a vivid accumulation of 5,000 years. The pulse of youth exudes fragrance from the skin. Athletes who fight to death run faster; Stronger; Higher goals. It carries ideology and nationalism that many sports cannot carry, and the spirit of never giving up the Olympic Games is rooted in its blood.
Chinese sons and daughters spread the faith of love and the Olympic spirit of self-improvement to every corner of the world, and the song of peace fluttered high in the melody of the Olympic Games. This is the Olympic spirit and the wish of everyone in China.
Three oceans
I remember the moment when flowers and plants germinated 30 years ago, and there were misty and rainy days. Everything in Han Xiao has awakened from a deep sleep, looking for a budding recovery. This is not only the grass grows and the warbler flies, but also changes everything in the past. Yellow land and yellow walls set off yellow skin. Suddenly, spring began to brew in my heart. What floats between the lines is the call of love!
Remembering the boulder that once shook the old system in China has opened the door of China's opening to the outside world, and China of the times has sounded the horn of the new century. The city that rose overnight was once the dream capital of China people. Spring breeze blows all over the earth with love, and creates the blue sky with love. You and I will always be by the side of love.
A bitter storm is an unforgettable memory. Every time my thoughts fly, there will be a sense of moving. Touched by the lingering affection, touched by the nobility of bloom, whose four seasons are dying, touched by the greatness of lighting up life with love, and touched by the lingering memories.
Heart length
Hedong No.2 Middle School, Senior 2. 1 1 Ban Yang Sibo
Road, the important thing is not the foot, but the heart.
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Leaves are scattered all over the floor. A person walking on a path covered with fallen leaves is strangely quiet and calm inside. Two rows of trees that have long been withered and yellow extend to the end of the road. The road under your feet has been conquered, but the spiritual road is endless.
Standing quietly and picking up a dead leaf, I was deeply moved. Isn't life just a leaf? Isn't falling leaves death? The wind is blowing, and the leaves on the ground dance with it. Many leaves fell again and flew by in the rotation. Life is like a leaf, withering has no time limit, but it is inevitable. Life is impermanent and may disappear at any time, just as the wind can wither the leaves at any time.
Meditate. Should I work hard? Yes, one last dance, where even the leaves are showing off life, why don't I forge ahead?
Seize the wind of time and show off your life. Although time has been passing, I have seized the moment and grasped the road of youth. Although the heart is far away, the dawn is already shining ahead. Although the goal is far away, my dream has set me sail.
My heart suddenly opened up, spreading like ripples and touching the heartstrings. Life is so beautiful and youth is so beautiful. It turns out that life can be interpreted so beautifully from another angle. Indulge in this quiet path. Life used to be a delicate and charming rose, but I only found spikes. At this time, I realized that I was too wrong, covering up the infinite vitality in front of me and ignoring the desolation of fallen leaves in late autumn.
Fortunately, in the past, I will only stand in the middle of the road and feel disappointed. Now I know how to cherish. Make up for the fleeting time with the effective use of time, keep making progress, and let the limited life play its infinite value. Fascinated by this sunny autumn.
Hold on tight Life will not be brilliant because of grasping, so I will try my best to grasp every moment. A drop of water can penetrate the whole rock, and one effort can certainly shape a brilliant future. The dawn of dreams seems brighter and confidence is expanding. I quite agree with the famous saying, "Try to make your dreams come true". Yes, as long as you work hard, the iron pestle will be ground into a needle.
Holding a handful of pure gold, basking in the sun in a bright mood. Although the leaves are rustling, there is a surge of heroism in my heart. My heart looks up at the sky like an eagle, leaving a heroic figure under the blue sky. Only unexpected, not impossible.
The heart is long, but the steps are firm. Seeing the immediate goal clearly, I will stick to my dream and create my own glory.
I will walk well under my feet, and I will stick to my spiritual path. The blue sky of dreams will have my footprints, and life will spread my smile. I firmly believe that I am persisting, I am struggling, and I am enriched in happiness.
tears
Hedong No.2 Middle School, Senior 2. 1 1 class week
We agreed not to cry, but you forgot our agreement. ...
Winter, full of fantasy white, leaves us with the deepest pain; In spring, green is full of vitality, but the most terrible dream is brewing. Have you forgotten? From then on, you and I-lived and then agreed not to cry. ...
A second of tears.
That day.
You asked, "Are you sad?" I didn't answer, but turned and looked into the distance with empty eyes.
Believe, you understand that I turned my head and looked out, which is my answer to you, but you stubbornly refused to face it, facing the pain that wiped your heart.
You said, "Cry! Cry out the depression in my heart. " I still didn't answer, but got up and walked to the snowy clearing.
I believe you understand, understand the slowly sliding heat flow in my heart, and understand the pain in my eyes-the people affected by the snowstorm are still struggling on the edge of life and death.
You advise: "Go home! My body is so cold! " I choose silence, but my tears fall in one second.
The vast snow falls on the warm water of tears, turns into water, blows away the tears, but can't erase the deep pain in my heart.
The edge of an hour of pain
The darkness of the sky followed, and the silent vibration buried people's lives. The earthquake came quietly. ...
An hour, neither long nor short, is enough to make people fall from happiness to the brink of death.
You sigh: "things are impermanent and natural disasters are ruthless." I also sigh, sigh for disaster relief, sigh for suffering.
You said, "How many tears does it take to get happiness?" I also feel sorry for my depression.
You complain: "How much suffering is left to bear." I am also disgusted with this endless pain.
For an hour, you groaned and I shed tears. Turning around is the edge of pain.
Life and death choice in one day
I was aching all over, and I couldn't help opening my eyes to find comfort, but I found that I was lonely, as if I was dying.
You said, "Perseverance is the strongest support. One day, one day is their choice of life and death, and they will stick to it. "
I gently lifted my chin.
Your heavy eyes are reading my sad heart. Yes, I am sad, because I can only donate and pay attention to it, but I can't replace it …
You laugh: "Silly girl, there are many things in the world that you can't change, just like every day is painful for them."
Once, is it short? Not short. Is it long? Not long. In this short time, they can only endure the judgment of life and death!
Just because you
Hedong No.2 Middle School Senior 2. 12 Class
On the stage of life, you can sing and I will appear. Who doesn't play joys and sorrows? Because of love, a deep sigh makes people hold their breath and cry. Because of love, the thin journey of life is warm and moving. -Inscription.
Wandering wanderers, gasping for clothes sewn by their mothers with dense love, walk on the road of dreams, thinking that they have reached the ends of the earth, but still looking back, seeing their parents' nostalgic eyes, thinking that they have found a paradise that their parents can't give, but plunged into their arms when they were exhausted physically and mentally. ...
On windy days, they will think of home, the old people at home, and the painful love of their parents that makes people cry. "The lights in the city are dim and the dreams are broken." When their eyes were stabbed by the neon lights in the city, when they couldn't breathe well because of the smell from the asphalt road, they missed the small house with gray brick walls in the distance, the smoke from the chimney covered with soot, the delicious pancakes baked by their mother and their father.
People who travel far away are like kites in the sky, trying to get rid of the shackles of ropes, but they don't know that it is because of the concern of lines that they can dance in the air.
Love is like a rope, with one end connected to the child and the other end connected to the parents. That love is not a fetter, not a bondage, but a love of letting go, in order to let you fly higher and see farther. ...
Parents' love flies with us, while friends' love supports us in the long night, so that our life will not be too pale.
"What happened when the clock started to hit the mountains and flowing water?" In the past, a mountain and flowing water played a beautiful talk through the ages. "A friend walks with a doctor all his life" sings our inner voice. Friends are such a group of people When most people care about whether you fly high or not, they care about whether you are tired or not.
With them, you won't shrink back in the wind. On the night of thunder and lightning, you hugged and shouted "Let the storm come more violently!" " "When you are sad, they carry your eternal life with not broad shoulders, because you have friends, you can weave colorful dreams in the sun without any worries, and then run hand in hand with them on the road of chasing dreams. ...
The love of friends is like wine, and their sincerity will never fade in a fleeting time. Love is like wine. At any time, when you are tired and thirsty, just one drop will make you feel refreshed and show the courage to regain your loss.
Friendship is with us, but love makes our life more colorful and gives our hearts a final destination.
Perhaps there is no heroic pledge of eternal love, no sweet words and tender feelings, but as long as there is a heartfelt commitment and a gentle look, it is enough for us to feel fairy-tale happiness. Love, sacred and simple, is like an orchid in a valley, fresh and elegant, and seems to have a fragrance that makes people forget the noise of the world.
It is an unspeakable fate to know each other from Tian, and from knowing each other to falling in love. Love makes us know more about the connotation of life, makes us aware of our responsibilities and obligations, and shows us a colorful world.
Love is like glass, crystal clear and flawless. We need to care with our heart and persist with our true feelings. Because of love, we are no longer alone in the long journey. Our hearts are always warm, and we face every day with a smile.
True love is always everywhere, because with her, the world will not be surrounded by indifference. Without love, the world will not become so small that it hurts each other when it turns around. Without love, a fake smile would be a cold face. No love ...
Only because of love, the communication between people is so real, only because of love, the cold winter will not be so long, and only because of love, the world will become warm.