Suddenly I found that I had passed the rainy season, and those beautiful days seemed to have happened yesterday, but even yesterday was the past ... I always shouted that I had no regrets about my youth, once ran amuck on campus, once squandered my youth, and once ran wild in the so-called world ... but in a blink of an eye, I grew up and lost so much in the process of growing up. I can't sleep, but I still can't find myself ... Oh, we have been poor all our lives, in fact, we are just looking for the lost self and looking at her in the mirror. I went from stranger to familiar with her. Who are you? I don't know. We all want to grow up, but the road to growth is not our choice. Sadness is a gift of growth, and we can only accept it ... Life has taught me not to be competitive, growth has taught me to pretend, and the bright sunshine is mixed with sadness, reminding myself from time to time that I have grown up ...
I want to laugh and put down my smile, but why do I cry silently? I'm afraid of intrigue. Why can't we laugh happily … tears … are you commemorating my lost years …
Memories are like rotten leaves. Those fresh greens have long been buried at the front end of the time scale, but they have left an overwhelming rotten smell at the end of the time scale. Time goes by slowly, just like spring went to Qiu Lai, Hongyan flew south, and no one could hear the footprints quietly. Life is like a leaf, which germinates quietly in spring, shows charming posture in summer, and slowly turns yellow and mature in autumn for career struggle. Say goodbye to those lost days, whether happy or sad, maybe remember that they are the best gift you gave me and the most authentic habitat I gave you ... Goodbye, those lush years, look up.
In the process of growing up, the road of growth is not something we can choose. Youth is bright sadness. Goodbye, we all want to grow up. Just like going to Qiu Lai in spring, growing up taught me to pretend. I have passed the rainy season of the flower season, and it is also the past ... I once shouted that I have no regrets in youth, put down my smile and look straight ahead. After learning so much, I showed my charming figure in summer. But even yesterday, I didn't know that growing up is a kind of beautiful sadness ... I suddenly found out why we can't laugh happily ... Tears ... Are you mourning my lost years ... Memories are like rotten leaves, sad, but in fact, just looking at her in the mirror looking for her lost self, we can only accept ... Life has taught me not to be competitive, but to be familiar with who I am. As the swan goose quietly flies south, people can no longer be heard. Goodbye, I used to wander freely in the so-called world ... However, in autumn, I slowly turned yellow and matured for my career. Say goodbye to those lost days, whether happy or sad, I may miss them as the best gift you gave me and the most authentic habitat I gave you. Looking through sadness, the bright sunshine is mixed with sadness, and those once beautiful days seem to have happened yesterday. Life is like a leaf.
Time goes by slowly, and my past self is bullying on campus. Those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in front of the time scale, reminding me to grow up from time to time ... I want to laugh, but I still can't find myself in those lush years ... Oh, give yourself a smile and grow up. In those lost days, Xiao Si said, I was afraid of intrigue. I lost so much, but why can I cry silently and raise my head?
I write a 600-word composition, farewell-farewell encouragement. Before I was eleven, my composition was as short as a rabbit's tail, so my mother often called me "composition * * *".
When I came to Xuefeng Primary School in the second grade, I found that my classmates' compositions were very good, all written by students in the third and fourth grades.
Therefore, I feel very depressed and annoyed.
Once in a composition class, Teacher Cao asked us to write a composition. My composition seems to say to me, "Alas, Huang Xiangyu, your writing is so poor that you still brag in front of your classmates. You are so stupid! " So, I began to feel inferior.
I remember another time after school, Mr. Cao left me in the classroom and talked to me about writing a composition.
I thought Mr. Cao would criticize me, but I was wrong. Mr. Cao did not criticize me, but encouraged me.
Teacher Cao said to me kindly and calmly, "Huang Xiangyu, your composition has improved, but you should pay more attention to the little things around you and write your composition with true feelings." I believe that if you write more and practice more, you will definitely make greater progress! " I was moved by teacher Cao's words; I am ashamed, and at the same time I have gained some confidence secretly.
Well, after all, someone praised me, although only once.
So I continued to write.
Every time I use an appropriate good word or sentence, Teacher Cao never forgets to say, "Progress!" "My heart is full of feelings I have never felt before.
After three years of hard work, I finally wrote a composition with true feelings and won the first prize in the whole school composition competition! My family showed incredible expressions, and Mr. Cao praised me, which made me very happy.
Teacher Cao looked at me kindly and calmly, like a deep pool of water ... whenever I wrote a successful composition, my eyes would see the figure of Teacher Cao.
I will never forget Teacher Cao's encouragement.
Goodbye, teacher. Write 600 words. Time flies, time flies, and the study life in primary school has passed in an instant.
My primary school career has also turned to the last page.
Standing on the campus, looking back, the grass and trees of my alma mater are so familiar; In retrospect, my alma mater was so cordial.
Regardless of the rise and fall of the national movement, it depends on education.
In the long history of the country and the nation, you shoulder the glorious mission of connecting the past with the future; You burn like a candle. Whether you are a student at school or a previous graduate, the growth of each of us embodies your hard work.
Small stage, great achievements, three-foot platform limited square inch, but it carries your lofty ideals and brilliant career.
You sow with words, cultivate with chalk, irrigate with sweat, and moisten with painstaking efforts.
Every silver thread of yours has witnessed the course of our growth; Every wrinkle of yours is deeply engraved in our hearts.
Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as yours? Which one doesn't have your efforts? Your dedication has created the brilliance of Central South University. Your hard work depicts the brilliant scene of Central South University.
Because of you, the school has shown more gratifying vitality on the road of sustainable development and building an innovative university.
Liu Zongyuan said in the Tang Dynasty: "The world is not a teacher, so it is appropriate to leave.
"Teachers are like an anchor, burying themselves, silently holding the ship of society in the dungeon, making it stand still in the stormy waves.
Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered.
But we still have to say: "the teacher's kindness is like the sea, because the sea is boundless and immeasurable."
"You are as broad as the sea, sticking to your sacred post and sowing our hearts.
No pains, no gains.
You sow sweat and reap peaches and plums.
Teachers are the helmsman of our growth, with the same tolerance as the sea.
With profound knowledge and tireless spirit, you braved the wind and waves to take us to the other side of success.
Let's taste the tears and laughter, pain and happiness of fighting life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: "You are like a hardworking gardener who raised us.
In the past five years, you have taught me a lot of knowledge and truth and built a golden bridge for us.
"You are like a silkworm, spinning without regrets, just to produce cocoons that benefit the world; You are like an umbrella, you are wet by the rain without hesitation, just to protect your carefully cared peaches and plums; You are like a paddle, willing to help the boatman, just to lead the boatman to a beautiful distance; Teacher, you may not know your subtle magic, but you have left a grateful excitement in my heart. You may not know how warm your wings are, but you raised us to grow up safely.
I want to tell you that I am a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom, thriving in the soil of your knowledge; The deep feelings of the sky and the earth are engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten; Teacher, I want to tell you that your teachings are brilliant sunshine, shining on our hearts and making the flowers of youth open; It was you who inspired us and made us truly understand the grace of nature. From then on, we learned every green leaf, every colorful cloud and every spray.
Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
Teacher, you are as handsome as spruce and as deep as blue sky; You have one that can accommodate us.
The teacher scooped up the water from Tianchi Lake and sprinkled it on the ground to cultivate new seedlings.
Dear teacher, your teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart.
You gave us the real meaning of life as bright as gold. After years of polishing and washing, it has become clearer and clearer.
Your inculcation is a clear spring of love, flowing in the riverbed of my heart forever.
In the near future, whether we become tall and straight poplars or low grass, teacher, we will all pay tribute to you with the green of life! Teacher, our sincere blessing, like the green on the tree, is thick and dense, growing with the years! When we picked the harvest fruit, you left yourself with white hair dyed with chalk dust.
Teacher, you have worked hard! I sincerely thank you! For so many years, you have been working hard for us, worrying about us, but ignoring yourself!
Goodbye, goodbye to those days when the composition was more than 600 words. At that time, we laughed at running all the way, but forgot that those who had run in the road would stand in the road one day.
-inscription goodbye, I used to be so proud of the bright red runway.
Those noisy but beautiful "first place" voices on the radio, those moments full of encouragement and shouting, and those days when you sweated in the hot sun but still insisted on running, are hard-won and lingering.
I saw myself standing on the runway three years ago, dragging my injured foot, but I kept telling the teacher that I could, so I stumbled on the hot plastic, endured the terrible pain, and carefully tried my best to keep my pace steady, just because I didn't want to give up the precious competition opportunity and the opportunity to win glory for the school, but my persistence was finally stopped by the teacher.
I regretted it at that time, but I didn't regret it, because it was more about learning to try my best, knowing how to choose and knowing how to cherish.
Goodbye, my former teacher.
I remember a fierce argument with you, but I remember your smile when you said I was sensible at the parent-teacher meeting. I remember your misunderstanding of me, but I remember your trusting tone every time you assured me to manage the class. I remember your merciless criticism, but I remember your affirmative eyes and concerned inquiries at the sports meeting.
You will always remember my efforts in tug-of-war, my hands held high in class, but I forgot my scrawled handwriting and the unconvinced tone when you scolded me.
Goodbye, ignorant self.
Those fearless and carefree days were blocked by time on the road behind them, and then pushed me forward desperately.
"Youth is a gorgeous robe covered with lice.
"Zhang ailing once said.
But I think youth is a mirror full of dust.
Only after repeated wiping can we see ourselves clearly, so we learn to leave those who don't understand ourselves and those who don't understand the world.
Goodbye, those who can't bear to part.
We always thought it was only three days, but who knows it has been three years, and then the mood, laughter, sunrise and sunset all rose a little, which made me feel sad in my heart.
When I bid farewell to my hometown, the night was quiet, and a bright moon hung in the air, so bright and bright. I hid in bed and looked up at the dark blue night sky.
A thousand ideas! "Time flies, the sun flies.
"In a blink of an eye, it has been a long time since I left my hometown. I once again set foot on this homeland and breathed the air, as if I had returned to my mother's arms. That kindness and warmth make people reluctant to let go ... Now the workers with thick smoke have become a big park, and there is a crystal clear stream in the park. People stand by the stream and watch the free fish swimming in the water, which is really pleasing to the eye; On both sides of the stream, there are several weeping willows with long soft branches fluttering in the wind. By the stream, there are dozens of tall and straight poplars and several affectionate buttonwood trees.
The car is driving along the highway. I sat in the car and looked out of the window. I saw tall buildings on both sides of the road mushrooming. Tall buildings are strewn at random, some towering, some small and exquisite, some colorful, some simple and elegant ... Hey, what's that? Ribbons are flying in circles, balloons and roofs are all kinds, triangular and octagonal ... "What is this place?" I asked the driver curiously, and the driver said, "That's a new generation of children's amusement park, no worse than Disney!" "What? Is this my hometown? I can't believe my eyes. My hometown has changed and earth-shaking changes have taken place.
In my hometown, several-story bungalows and houses have been replaced by high-rise buildings, and stone-paved paths have also become expressways ... "My hometown is beautiful, my hometown is rich, and the hometown I haven't seen for several years has undergone earth-shaking changes. Residents here can see mountains and water and remember homesickness. I believe our home will become more and more beautiful and richer.
Hometown, I will always love you, in my heart forever! ...
Goodbye, those days. Goodbye, those lost days, Xiao Si said, youth is a beautiful sorrow.
I said, growing up is a kind of beautiful sadness ... I suddenly found myself through the rainy season of flower season, and those once beautiful things seemed to happen yesterday, but even yesterday, it was the past ... I always cried out that I had no regrets about my youth, bullied myself on campus, and wandered around in the so-called world ... But in a blink of an eye, I grew up and learned it in the process of growing up. I've lost too much, I can't sleep, and I still can't find that self ... Oh, we've been poor all our lives. In fact, we just looked at her in the mirror to find our lost self, and I met her from a stranger. Who are you? I don't know.
We all want to grow up, but the road to growth is not our choice. Sadness is a gift of growth, and we can only accept it ... Life has taught me not to be competitive, growth has taught me to pretend, and the bright sunshine is mixed with sadness. I remind myself from time to time that I have grown up ... I want to laugh and put down my smile, but why do I cry silently? I'm afraid of conspiracy. Why can't we laugh … tears … are you mourning my lost years … memories are like rotten leaves. Those fresh greens have long been buried in the front end of the time scale, but at the end of the time scale, there is an overwhelming smell of decay.
Time goes by slowly, just like spring went to Qiu Lai, Hongyan flew south, and no one could hear the footprints quietly. Life is like a leaf, which germinates quietly in spring, shows charming posture in summer, and slowly turns yellow and mature in autumn for career struggle. Say goodbye to those lost days, whether happy or sad, maybe remember that they are the best gift you gave me and the most authentic habitat I gave you ... Goodbye, those lush years, look up.
"Goodbye, Childhood" 600 words Chinese composition, junior high school level. Goodbye, the delicate brow of childhood is a little more mature, and the expression has become a little melancholy.
In the field, there is no madness between my friends and me; On the grass, there are many friends whispering; In class, there is no noise from classmates; In the seat, there are more long talks ... With the passage of childhood, the ideal seems to be one step closer; Childhood goes by, and maturity comes quietly; Childhood goes by, and there are more rainbows in life; Childhood has passed, and we are more grateful; Childhood has passed, and the flower of youth is in bud; The passage of childhood seems to have left a lasting glory in my heart! Childhood has passed, and we are greeted by the test of wind and rain. Unpredictable youth is like a surging sea. We are just a boat, and childhood managers are like sails on the boat. How can we grasp the steering wheel of life without experiencing the ups and downs of childhood? How to sail into the ocean of life without bidding farewell to childhood? How can there be a bright future without stepping into youth? Goodbye, childhood, goodbye to that childish time, what comes to my face is the mature breath; Say goodbye to childhood, fantasy years, and greet a bright future with practical efforts.
Maybe you think childhood is not painful and carefree, but have you ever thought about such a long life, flat and rugged? If everything is flat, there is no end to the road. Where is the dream? Where is the future? Childhood is gone, but we can't immerse ourselves in nostalgia and regret. The departure of childhood shows our maturity and the "within reach" of our dreams! Although we lost our golden childhood, we still have youthful vigor and vitality.
Ride the wind and waves sometimes, just hang Yun Fan to help the sea! Looking up at the sky, the future seems infinite, and the pressure now reminds many people of the happiness of childhood.
Life seems to be very distressing now, but if we go back to the so-called "golden" childhood, we will understand how empty the past was, but the seemingly "distressing" life is very fulfilling.
Childhood is a dream full of endless fantasies, but leaving childhood seems to begin to define the future and goals.
Imagine, is life without goals the so-called "gold"? Life-the so-called life for others, life for the motherland.
If everyone stays at the boundary between fantasy and struggle; If everyone wants to be happy and doesn't sail to the ocean of life, how can the country develop and what is the meaning of our life? Childhood is the time to sketch the future, now is the time to sail! The road of life is so long, and now the way for youth to start, struggle, struggle and show themselves is at our feet! Leaving childhood is a necessary process in life! Don't stay in the indirect place between childhood and youth, wave your hand smartly, bid farewell to "golden childhood" and welcome our beautiful and splendid tomorrow! Goodbye-childhood!
Goodbye 20 17 hello 20 18 composition 600 words title: goodbye 20 17, hello 20 18 has become history, and now it is the era of 2018! Standing in the last few days of 20 18, how deeply I feel and think! Looking back and rejoicing; Looking to the future; Full of pride.
20 18, whether it is simple or complex, whether it is brilliant or lost, whether it is opportunity or challenge, the past has passed, and what we really have to face is the future.
At the beginning of the new year, Vientiane is updated and there are many things to face; There are many people to face, who have experienced ups and downs and are still full of confidence in their lives. The days are always passing by. As long as they work hard, there is hope ... The past is the past, the future is the future.
There is no need to pay for unnecessary things; I don't need to pay unnecessary persistence for some people to meet 20 18, with unknown and expectation … I like to divide the time according to discontinuity and realize it as planned. Although I planned to travel there at the beginning of 20 18, I didn't go, but I went to many unplanned places to play. Nevertheless, I have lived a full life and gained something.
In 20 18, I also made many new friends. In 20 18, many new friends gradually became old friends. I also read the responsibility from my friend's persistence and expectation, felt the warmth in consideration, and gained rare pleasure and joy ... Sometimes I wonder: Is life always joking with me, and what you expect will be farther away from you; What you cling to will hurt you the most.
I heard that people suddenly understand that there are all kinds of moments. There is a placenta between time and space. Countless people are infiltrated in different positions, born in the most realistic world, and at first they don't want to face it, and finally they become almost people.
You don't have to look ahead and look back, and you don't have to be too persistent; Learn to let go, let go of impossible expectations, and let go of perseverance without results; Everything is lost, nothing can be left, so don't look back, just enjoy the happiness and happiness of the moment.
However, I am grateful that you, my friend and my enemy, have always accompanied me in the past 20 17 and welcomed 20 18 together. Please forgive me for refusing to say hello. I always believe that there are many people standing behind me, and there is only one turning distance between them ... Maybe fate will change from that moment on.
20 18, opportunities and challenges coexist, dreams and glory coexist.
I will be full of confidence and move towards my goal, no matter how busy I am; No matter where I am, I will keep a proper innocence in my heart. The new year is just an opportunity for me to start over.
Every day when the sun rises again, it will bring me new hope and new opportunities.
Farewell to 20 17 and welcome to 20 18.
No matter how beautiful the past is, even if you try to remember it, you can't go back after all.
No matter how difficult it is now, we must face it with a brave smile and finally cross it; No matter how far away the future is, as long as it doesn't stop, it will eventually come.
20 18, I believe you will be lucky.
Because, the harder you work, the luckier you are.
When the mental state is adjusted to the best, all good luck will come to you.
As long as I know how to be grateful, even suffering will be good luck and help me grow.
Everything in life is beautiful, and disability is also beautiful.
Use a good attitude, shape a good mood, and shape your best self with a good mood.
Welcome 20 18, make your heart braver and firmer, stick to what you want, pursue what you want, and welcome 20 18 with hope!
I bid farewell to my hometown (600 words). When I bid farewell to my hometown, the night was quiet. A bright moon hangs in the sky, so bright and bright. I hid in bed and looked up at the dark blue night sky. I'm full of thoughts! "Time flies, the sun flies." In a blink of an eye, it's been a long time since I left my hometown, and I once again set foot on this homeland, breathing the air here, as if I had returned to my mother's arms. Kind and enthusiastic workers, reluctant to let go, have now become a big park. There is a clear stream in the park. People stood by in the stream and watched the free fish swimming in the water. There are several weeping willows on both sides of the stream. Long, soft branches fluttered in the wind. There is a bush beside the stream, which contains dozens of tall and straight poplars and several affectionate buttonwood trees. The car is driving along the highway. I sat in the car and looked out of the window. I saw tall buildings on both sides of the road springing up like mushrooms after rain. High-rise buildings are strewn at random, with different shapes, some towering, some small and exquisite, and some. Ribbons are flying in circles, balloons and roofs are all kinds, triangular and octagonal ... "What is this place?" I asked the driver curiously, and the driver said, "That's a new generation of children's amusement park, no worse than Disney!" "What? Is this my hometown? I can't believe my eyes. My hometown has changed and earth-shaking changes have taken place. The bungalows and houses of several small buildings in my hometown have been replaced by high-rise buildings, and the paths paved with stones have also become expressways ... "My hometown is beautiful, my hometown is rich, and the hometown I haven't seen for several years has undergone earth-shaking changes. Residents here can see mountains and water, and remember to live in homesickness, I believe. ...
Goodbye, youth. Remember the ideal class composition? Scientists, Detectives or Cosmic Heroes? When you stand on the real street, facing the aging faces of your parents, unattainable housing prices and everyday ordinary life, have you forgotten this word as early as I have? Are those once impassioned ideals compromised by reality or ignored by ourselves? Ten years ago, Jay Chou was still a creative young man wearing a cap, and Leslie Cheung didn't choose to jump. Faye Wong released another classic Fable after Crazy Foreigners, and Stephanie released a stunning debut album. Ten years ago, there were no super girls and fast men, Chris Lee and Yico Zeng ... Ten years later, with a flick of a finger, how much laughter vanished, how much pure love became a thing of the past ... Love that once made a bitter lesson, after beating around the bush, can you still hold TA's hand? If we travel through time and space, once we wake up, will we lie in the bed of strangers? Once we could proudly claim that we were younger than the post-70s and more mature than the post-90s, but now, in the face of the pressure from the post-30s, can we still look at life with a relaxed attitude? Married, become the pillar of the family, the backer of his wife and children, and the post-80 s are experiencing the mature stage of life.
Are you ready? Farewell to youth, farewell to our youth, and the post-80s, who are about to turn 30, are welcoming the golden age of life.
Please indicate the source? The composition "Goodbye, Those Days" is 600 words.