Your charming face is like a shadow. Tonight, my heart is like a glass, let the past time fall.
Has your heart ever been far away from my warm dream? I planted a beautiful past in my heart and carved a period of vicissitudes. Walking in the fading.
Loneliness, quietly coming; My heart is empty, and snowflakes are floating without reservation. I seem to see myself with white hair, trembling in the wind, like a withered pear tree; I seem to see my face getting old, and I can't find the green flame of life anymore.
I fell in love with loneliness, and I don't know if loneliness fell in love with me. The heart is fragile and has a shell, but it should be used to wrap the strong. Silence is deliberately accumulating a kind of strength? Or unchangeable sadness? A flower, from bud to full bloom, withers and brings it back to its hometown.
Autumn in English is colorful, perhaps not desolate. My words, thousands of miles away, will fluctuate in whose heart for a long time? Tasting the seamless dream of spring and attacking the charming woman in Tsing Yi, which abode of fairies and immortals did you fly from? How did I meet you? How did you fall into the dream? You leave quietly, leave quietly.
No cause and effect, no answer. All I hold in my arms is the sadness of the long night.
My hand hurts and I can't catch the warm sunshine. I wander in the fragments of memory, is a flower fragrance far away? Is there nowhere to find it? The noise of the world, my heart, the branches in the early spring night-fragmented.
Meteors pass by, and all the flowers are bright as flowers, releasing all the flowers in one place. Time flies like water, time flies like water.
I opened my eyes to see the world of mortals, and I saw the past go hand in hand and passed by. Half of my thoughts dance alone in time and half sigh outside time. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and I stand at the window according to loneliness.
Thought, winding like a snake, where is its end or no end at all? Dark life rings and long memory tunnels, it is a gentle torment to miss you. Willow in front of the door, swaying in the night wind, is it a sad meeting again and again? Walking in the fading, I feel that I have been drifting in time, and there is no end to drifting.
Is it providence or chance to meet you? Is it fate or fate to meet you? But being apart from you is doomed to be the fate of love. Miss, is the wind without direction, in the flying * * *, messy grievances.
Tonight, I miss you disappointedly, miss you ... miss you is the gentlest torture in the world.
2. Waiting for the suffering of the composition. Now I have been writing a composition.
I especially hope that my experience value can be high. Have your own anthology.
Money and everything are secondary. Every time I finish submitting a manuscript, the system will remind me and give me a message within one working day.
Sometimes, I just wait by the computer, hoping that my composition will be approved soon. The teacher always says that my composition is very good. Actually, I practice writing and submitting.
I am glad that my composition can have a place. I also often write some novels on the website to earn pocket money.
In fact, the number of clicks is more important to me than anything else. It's like someone else's approval.
However, wait until the audit is over. My heart is very tormented.
I'm afraid the audit will not pass. In that case, so much effort will be in vain.
Fortunately, the audit has been passed. But the taste of waiting is really hard.
3. It's painful and beautiful. Everyone is flesh and blood, and family members can never give up. In today's composition class, the teacher asked us to give up family ties and feel the value of family ties.
"Ding Lingling ..." The bell rang, and the students habitually turned their eyes to the blackboard. I saw two words written in chalk on the blackboard-game.
At this point, the classroom is boiling. Teacher teacher quickly let us calm down and start talking: "Today's Chinese class, let's play a game first. First of all, please write down your five favorite people for more than ten years. " Favorite? Besides parents, how many others? Hmm-grandma, dad's godmother, and, teacher! I write in reverse.
Five minutes later, the teacher added, "Please cross out one of the five favorite people. Note that if you cross it out, it means that this person is gone and never comes back, and you will never get his love again. Write! "
After careful consideration, I finally crossed out my father's godmother. At the moment, my mind is full of scenes of my mother-in-law playing with me, but from now on, I will lose her, forever, and this meticulous love!
"Now, please cross one more person." The teacher said again.
What? Still boating? The class broke out again.
I can't seem to lift my hands, because that's my parents, grandma and teacher. What should I do? A few minutes passed, and I still hesitated. Oh, sorry, sir. I am also forced to help! So, I gently crossed out the teachers who had helped me, encouraged me, cared for me and educated me.
"Next, please cross out another person's name. The rules are exactly the same. " The teacher said seriously.
I can't take it anymore! The depression in my heart is completely released, like a volcanic eruption. Oh, who are you rowing with? After a long time, I crossed out grandma's name. At this time, grandma's kind but wrinkled face seemed to appear in front of me. How much love she gave me! Maknae is always busy. But she still loves me, always loves me, and cares about me even if she is too busy. Visiting my home every day is almost always on my schedule. Grandma, don't blame me!
A few minutes passed, and the teacher went on to say, "Now, cross out another one from the two people left at present. Hurry up! "
Ah! How can such a thing be done? Isn't it fatal to choose one of your parents and let them leave forever?
Who are you rowing with? I gritted my teeth and couldn't write for a long time
For speed, I decided to throw an eraser. Face dad, face mom.
I was about to throw it when the teacher said, "Cross out the last person!" " "
What? I have no choice but to cross out my parents' names.
At the moment, all five of them seem to be staring at me and cursing me together!
At this time, it seems that the sky is going to fall, the sea is going to dry up, the rocks are going to crack, and this family has left me forever. ...
Students, please cherish your family and respect them when they are still alive! Or you will regret it!
4. The world of suffering composition is always so vast that it confuses my mind. The world becomes less eye-catching and I become dull.
There are so many things in it that I can't put it down. No matter what I think, those old ones have become antiques, and I am getting old.
Here I often sigh and sigh my helplessness. The night view by the window always keeps me awake at night. It's too quiet. In a quiet world, I am always used to thinking about the past, but I can't remember it. I am a senior three this year, but I don't feel like a person who wants to go to college.
That day, I saw the flowers bloom, and today, I saw the flowers fall again. Why don't they fall before autumn? Just get used to it. Look at the flowers blooming and falling, the world is always like this. It is always changing, so fast that we have no time to feel its beauty. It will slowly disappear. Remember to think of you every night and think about what to forget. Things at school are annoying. Sitting in the seat for a morning or an afternoon, I don't want to get up or move, so I'm a little depressed and confused, aren't I?
I remember one morning I didn't go to class, I was too lazy to ask for leave, and I didn't want to invite you. I don't think it matters. Think about those flowers. If you thank them, you will thank them. No big deal. If you don't go to class, you won't go It doesn't matter.
Maybe one day in the future, I will regret what I did today. I don't think it matters. Let it regret it. The rain that day always excites me. I was upstairs quietly watching the rain and listening to the sound. I really like this kind of enjoyment. How comfortable.
Sunshine is the same, let me enjoy it in suffering. Today, I am still alive and happy, and it is beautiful to change the world when it changes. Senior three, I'm enjoying the torment. I quietly watched the rain basking in the sun. Rain is like tears in the sky, and sunshine is like a smile in the sky. I don't know who he is for, and I don't know who he does nothing for. I am bored by myself. Lightning and thunder. What's the big deal? I like this weather very much and have a unique feeling. Why do you always feel embarrassed at night
I slowly get up in the torment, face the mirror, see my heart clearly and see my world clearly. Maybe I will find some good signs, that is, mature transformation. I won't cry when the sun doesn't shine.
This is a luxury. For such a heart, nothing matters, as long as I enjoy it quietly there, and I really want a pair of wings. Give me a pair of wings and I can fly. Really give me a pair of wings. How can I fly in this sky? The appearance of this sky has broken my boundless heart, so I don't expect it. What is the sky like? The sky is full of sadness and sadness. Continue to suffer.
Looking forward to liberation by the way.
5. Asking for composition waiting is a kind of suffering or waiting is a kind of pain. Write a composition of 600 words. Leave a jar of muddy water mixed with mud. After a while, you will see the sediment gradually settling down, leaving a jar of clear water.
Nowadays, people are too eager for quick success and instant benefit, only focusing on the immediate and neglecting the long term. Waiting is the last thing they can accept. So, just like the turbid water in that jar, it can only be turbid water if it is constantly stirred. What they pursue is those short-term small interests, but in the long run, they are abandoned, pitiful and pathetic.
Waiting is a pleasure. It will be a little long, but it will be a little hard. But in waiting, our body and mind will calm down, without agitation, only calm. Those small interests that have held us back in the past will settle down in the waiting, leaving only inner peace. Madame Curie waited for several years to extract radium, instead of complaining about the poor working environment and bitter life, she was looking forward to a bright future. While waiting, the Curies had a calm heart, which made them give up applying for the patent of radium. Waiting can calm people's mind and body.
Waiting is a pleasure. Although painful, although unbearable. In fact, it is a test of time's willpower. Stick to it and you will reap fruitful results. If you give up halfway, you may get nothing. Gou Jian, the King of Yue, endured humiliation and hardships after the country was broken. The long wait sharpened his will, which enabled him to gain the hearts of the people while accumulating strength. Finally, Gou Jian successfully retaliated and rebuilt the powerful state of Yue. Waiting can bring people gains.
Waiting is a pleasure. Although this process will be lonely, although there may be a lot of pain. Butterflies have to wait a long time to break their pupae, and they have to wait until the rain has passed before they can see the rainbow. Without waiting, these things would not exist. While waiting, we will also have more thoughts: we can think about the meaning of life, reflect on the past, plan the present and look forward to the future. It can be described as: "waiting makes you smile and observe life, and waiting makes you feel life more."
Waiting makes you enjoy, makes you calm physically and mentally, makes you gain a lot, and makes you think about life.
Waiting is a kind of enjoyment, it comes from the depths of your soul.
6. Struggle is both bitter and beautiful. Youth is an enviable capital. With a healthy body, a blue sky can be propped up. With vigorous energy, you can cultivate a magical land; With great potential, you can become outstanding and conspicuous. Youth needs constant struggle, unremitting struggle, in order to have results, in order to have a bumper harvest. Youth is beautiful because of hard work, flies because of setbacks, and is wonderful because of struggle.
Youth needs patience, perseverance and courage. The most beautiful appearance is not the easiest to get, which requires us to struggle and struggle. Only after fighting can we realize the true value and beauty of youth. Although youth is also sour, tired, difficult and even more regressive, then we must fight against difficulties, hardships and ourselves to overcome them and let our youth radiate attractive brilliance. In the face of difficulties, we should not be afraid and discouraged, but bravely say "no!" " "Frustration is the driving force for our growth, and progress is our firm step. The years of youth are meaningful, valuable and successful only after repeated setbacks. Struggle is our fulcrum and struggle is our strength. The road to youth requires us to constantly struggle and struggle in order to reap the beauty that belongs to us.