Looking back at excellent compositions
Looking back at the excellent composition 1 500 times in my last life, just to pass the exam in this life, then I have saved enough times to know you in my last life?
I missed something.
Looking back 500 times, looking back at my classmates'
I will leave my classmates soon after graduating from primary school, and I will miss them.
Meeting is fate. It is not easy for two people to meet on the earth, let alone spend a long time studying in a classroom! Students full of personality are given to me by God, and they are great wealth in my life.
Looking back 500 times, looking back at the taekwondo I fell in love with.
It's a beautiful summer day. I walked into the Taekwondo Hall and started my happy training. From then on, the moment I stepped into the Taoist temple, my heart was filled with joy, and so was my blood! One of my Taoist friends, Wu X, said that you not only like Taekwondo, but also get deeper and deeper. She is right, but she wrote in the space: I went to learn Taekwondo from her for a purpose. I know the purpose of what she said. I just hope she can understand that I am only eager for Taekwondo. I will try to look back at Taekwondo in my life.
Looking back 500 times, looking back at Harry Potter
How many silent nights! It was Harry Potter who accompanied me and turned silence into beauty and warmth.
Thanks to JK Rowling, her Harry Potter has made the sunshine in my life warmer. I am still feeling the beauty and warmth, looking back and looking back.
I will look back a lot in this life and I believe there will be an afterlife. I will try to turn back so that I can walk with you in the afterlife.
Looking back on excellent composition 2 Childhood is everyone's starting point and the only way for everyone, so childhood is full of fun and sadness, but some people are full of sadness all their lives, and some people are full of fun and all happiness! Our life is colorful, just like a rainbow.
I remember one summer vacation, my parents took my sister and me to the seaside to play. At first, my father asked me, "Where to play, Rizhao or Qingdao?" My sister and I said in unison, "Go to Rizhao!" (We have been to Qingdao) Mom and Dad agreed at once, so we packed our things and set off at once.
On the way, my sister and I felt the same way-we couldn't wait, and there was an indescribable excitement. After we went back to our hometown to meet grandma, we continued to our destination. After a night of hard work, I arrived at my destination-Rizhao.
We had a sleep first, then finished our meal in a hurry and came to the seaside. My sister and I are more excited. I plunged into it and splashed a lot of water. My father and I swam to the deep water area, where I always had a good time. After a while, I swam to my sister and wanted to drag her to play, but my sister didn't dare, so I had to play with her. It was getting noon, so we had to say goodbye to the sea reluctantly and walked to the museum.
The next day, we went to another place-the playground. My sister and I played harder. I don't know what to do, but another morning passed. We had lunch, then we went to a yacht, and we had more and more fun. So we played for three days and nights and went home. When I got home, I was still attached to my life in Rizhao. Three words-great!
Childhood is like this, sometimes happy, sometimes hurt. Childhood is the best time of our lives. I wish I could go back to my childhood!
Looking back at excellent composition 3, let me realize the joy of life; Looking back, let me see the wonderful life; Looking back, I am full of expectations for the future.
Looking back, my eyes are deeply firm. I used to be the best in my class, and I was always in the top three in exams. I am proud of my thesis. Today, I am a pawn in my class, a pawn in this class group as strong as the forest. On the test paper, my shortcomings were exposed. Although I still insist on my advantages in mathematics, there are many parallel people. I firmly believe that Chinese will no longer be my weakness in the near future.
Looking back, there is a happy smile in my eyes. Stop the pen in your hand and the bell will ring when the exam is over. We all know it's time to say goodbye. But on the third day, we got together and played all day. We all know that there may not be so many classmates at the next party. If there is, there will be another party. At this time of the party, the students are no longer as stiff as before, and all the people are immersed in this last joy, the last joy before leaving. The camera left every moment of the students and recorded every smile and grimace of the students.
Looking back, there is a faint sadness in my eyes. Six years passed quickly. Looking at the line "X days before the exam" on the blackboard, watching the students concentrate on writing papers and leaving messages in a hurry, their hearts are always occupied by warmth, memories and disappointment. Alas, the lingering beauty has brought a touch of sadness, accompanied us and brought deep encouragement and blessings to each other.
In retrospect, I can't help thinking of this extraordinary change.
Looking back on excellent composition 4, I opened the door of memory and let it flow gently. I remember quietly, and my heart is still full of ripples.
Memory stays at the age of six. I am noisy and want to learn to ride a bike, but my father didn't let me learn. He scolded: You are still young. But I am stubborn and strong, how can I let go? At noon, while my parents were taking a lunch break, I secretly pushed my bike out. Hee hee, you won't let me ride, but I insist. I called some children and rode horses. It was fine at first, but after a while, my car suddenly overturned. I quickly got up and felt my knee burning. I looked down and cried with a wow, because my knee was bleeding.
Just when the children were at a loss, their father came. I quickly said to my father, "Dad, Dad, your knee is bleeding from the rain." Dad took a look and said, "Who made you naughty? You deserve it. Go home by yourself and let your brother take you to the hospital. " I froze, tears were rolling in my eyes, and I held back from letting it flow out. He was still like this. Stubborn, I turned my head and stared at my father in the distance, because I didn't believe my father would be so rude.
It's dad's turn, but my heart is warm. Dad looked back at me when he turned the corner. Tears came out again, this time it was sweet, I remember, I love you!
From the memory, I have already burst into tears. Always recall, still so real.
Looking back for a moment makes the mind graceful and restrained.
Looking back on excellent composition 5, it is not that there is no missing, but that deep-rooted missing can't make you live a better life, so you dare not miss each other.
It's windy these days. I've been walking alone in that street for more than ten years, but actually I've been in Miss You Already. It shouldn't be too much. I have always stubbornly believed that we are just two straight lines that cross by chance. After this, there is no possibility of reunion. But why is it that year after year, the intersection is repeated, which makes me confused?
I only know that when you finally left me, I realized that I missed you very much. You are right in front of me, and I still miss you and your back. ...
Strangers thought a long time ago, in a sense, are those who have been lingering in their memories. However, as Li Sheng wrote, you always leave me only a back. Are you unconscious like me, or just unwilling to look back? Anyway, like the heroine, I make up our own stories by myself.
You said that the plots of my recent novels are very silent, and there seems to be little necessary joy, especially dialogue. I have no choice but to think that perhaps this autumn, which is neither too early nor too late, has made me feel deeply, just like every year when I grow up, I have begun to miss you affectedly.
At that moment, I really want to miss you unscrupulously, indulge everything you have given me, forget those soft and lingering feelings, and miss those hidden in my heart.
Anyway, at this moment, I just want to stick to your review. ...
Looking back at the excellent composition 6, stop and lie on the soft growing beach. Looking back on the past years, the footprints of growth, a series of strings, make people memorable. On a quiet summer night when I was a child, I liked to snuggle up to my grandmother, sit next to fragrant flowers, lean on the green grape trellis, listen to frogs' songs and cicadas' confidences. The best stories were all grandma's. Once, my grandmother told me the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. I am both curious and envious that Chang 'e can fly. My sister told me that Chang 'e flew because she ate less and was too light. I started my "flying trip" and was hungry for a few days. It feels light, but it still doesn't fly. The adults found my abnormality and laughed when they heard the reason. My mother said that the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon was an ancient myth, which people imagined, but it was not true. After listening to it, I couldn't help but suddenly realize that I was also amused by my own behavior. The sadness of youth has finally reached the age of school. I thought it would be a happy and beautiful journey, but I tasted sadness from it.
At midnight, there was silence all around, but I still worked hard under the light. Many books almost drowned me, and heavy schoolbags almost drowned me. Listen to Li Qingzhao's sigh that "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much sorrow", watch Li Yu's sigh that "how much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward", and smell the sadness of Du Fu's "I caress my white hair". It has become too thin to hold hairpins any more ",but are they something I am worried about?" Play is getting farther and farther away from me, and happiness has not patronized me for a long time. In my world, there is only study and busyness. Thinking about past joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. Yesterday is unforgettable, and tomorrow is desirable. Seize today, pack your bags and move on on the growing beach. That string of footprints is imprinted on my heart.
Looking back at more than 7 excellent compositions, I love the most beautiful colors; A trickle, I know best; Looking back at the forest, I love maple leaves most; Looking back at the footprints of growth-I don't forget the infinite strength of fortitude.
When I was seven years old, I loved to watch the Journey to the West, and the Monkey King was my belief.
Even if you can change, you have to endure the ridicule at the foot of Wuzhishan. One pressure is 500 years, and the other is wind and rain. Who can stand so tragically and be deified by a monkey? This is the beginning. Even lonely, it is beautiful. A gentleman can bend and stretch. Monkey, that's the way it should be.
/kloc-when I was 0/0 years old, I fell in love with the romance of the Three Kingdoms. At first, I just liked fighting and killing, admired Guan Yu and hated Cao Cao. That night, I failed in the exam and couldn't sleep. I was moved that Cao Cao was the hero. The general's painful experience after losing his son and soldiers in Wancheng; The prime minister of the Han Dynasty laughed at Zhuge Liang for losing Huarong Road.
Zhou Yu; After cutting his beard and abandoning his bubble, Wang Wei skillfully used double agents, and even suffered setbacks, he did not forget his ambition to unify the world. Unlike Liu Bei, who was burned in a 700-mile joint venture, he could not afford to get sick after returning to Baidicheng. Different from taking the sun power of Jingzhou, the inheritance of guarding fathers and brothers is to claim the emperor facing south. Cao Cao reached the peak of strong romance. "Old horses lurk and aim at thousands of miles; Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. "Tso's poems are very enjoyable!
I woke up that night. I am invincible in difficulties and setbacks. I learned to be strong.
Looking back at the excellent composition 8 sails, only under the sea breeze and seawater; Love only stares at the beauty of the soul in mutual concern. And I know how to repay because of a teacher's love, because her love looks back and smiles in the distance.
I have known her for almost a year, and she is called the "dedication" of the whole school. In my opinion, her love for students is just the tip of the iceberg. The week when the seat is changed to the window corridor, there is always the feeling that the stars are subdivided. Looking up at class, I can always see her correcting homework on the desk in the corridor, with a red pen in her hand, skilled and serious. When she sighs when she is angry, she has subtle facial changes, and then she suddenly puts pen to paper, venting Juanjuan's comments that feel the same way; When you look up when you are tired, you can always see her shuttling quickly between the corridors. With the bumps of the sprint, the thick black hair faintly reveals a few silvery white. The lesson plan in her hand is full of fine print and her love for the students.
An unexpected event forced her to leave the campus for a period of time. As a class representative, during her absence for two weeks, I replaced her with love and return to attend self-study classes and check our homework. During lunch break, read a quiz for everyone; Before each class, I will remind the substitute teacher of the progress of the class. I repay her love in my own way, continue to pass on her love, and quietly look back and smile in the distance of love.
Love never stares alone, but looks farther together, and the last look is opposite to each other. I believe that love will always be rewarded, and I am willing to pay like a teacher, expecting a happy response and your smile in the distance!
As long as there is love, there will be a distant look and a faint warm smile.
Looking back on the road in late autumn, fallen leaves will fall from the branches from time to time, and the wind will always blow from the west, and the leaves on the ground will sway with the wind.
In late autumn, the weather is very cold. I always like to swing in the east park, swing with my sister, to echo and sway with the wind. At the top of the swing is a buttonwood tree. Lush leaves can help you hold an umbrella in rainy days, and your burly body is enough for you to play under the tree.
Time can easily throw people away. Cherry turns red and banana turns green. Happy days are always short. My sister went to primary school, and I sat alone on the swing, which was very quiet. I ride the wind and sway with it. The higher I swing, the more ropes and boards there are on the branches of the phoenix tree. "Oh, no," I screamed, put the branch on, fell down, touched the back of my head, stood up with the trunk in my arms and looked at the swing. I was at a loss for a moment.
"What can I do?" I'm worried about another kind of sadness. I watched the rope on the swing break and the plate flew to the intersection of the branches of the phoenix tree.
I am anxious and afraid of being accused; I'm so sad that I won't have a swing anymore; I have an unspeakable mood, watching the flowers wither and the grass wither, and everything is ready to end.
That evening had arrived and the sun had set in the west. I didn't go home, lying on the grass, quietly enjoying the moonlight, preparing to rebuild a swing tomorrow, and then I will swing again.
Childhood is a memory in my mind, reflecting a beautiful past and remembering a pair of bright eyes. And time is always in such a hurry. Looking back at growth, the swing of childhood has become the most beautiful companion.
Looking back at running all the way's excellent composition 10, I read it several times.
Looking back and forth in a hurry, just like the mood, the curtain rises and falls, splashing the moist life into pieces, and connecting the fragmented memories into simple promises and the operation of gears.
Fate or fate, tamed or struggling soul, can only leave unexplained traces in the sharp knife of time. Looking back, I will infiltrate thousands of emotions in my heart into the remnants, freely into the cracks of white clouds, freely into the branches that have passed by the wind, and freely into the fine tea. A clear memory, a sublimated soul, becomes a person's life.
Life is different, looking back.
The ripples of Chinese characters falling into the lake, the yellow sand rolling in Zhaojun fortress, the Leng Yue with a cracked neck in The Story Of Diu Sim and the helpless sadness hanging down from Yuhuan are all a beautiful look back on the road that the stunning beauty has taken. The spread of pipa for thousands of years, in retrospect, explains the unexplained vicissitudes and carries the unshakable history.
With a sad look back, there will be a life of "searching, cold and clear, sad and miserable"; Looking back with sadness, there will be a life of "frowning only, but walking away"; Looking back, there will be a life of "the river does not return, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic figures"; Looking back with lofty aspirations, there will be a life of "wading into the river and painting poems across the autumn".
In the past, I was forgetful because my heart was far away, and in the past, I was full of hardships because of love. But flying far away, even if time is running out, you need to look back many times-the past, today and the future constitute life.
Looking back at the excellent composition 1 1 Looking back, Zhan Yan is full of charm.
Looking back, it is absolutely overwhelming sentient beings, perhaps looking back so elegantly, or perhaps for the sake of fame. All he knows is that all three thousand beauties are worth it, but she smiled, her eyes still glowing, and her eyes were full of charm. Maybe she is just a tool for her father to seek fame and fortune, but at this time, there are few schemers, some of them are pure, and it is difficult to forget each other even if they meet for the first time?
In retrospect, I feel very helpless. The colorful feathers are still lingering. Why are the dancers leaving so soon? The jewels on her head were scattered all over the floor and her body was firmly grasped, but she still looked back. What's that look? Helpless, sad, hopeful, affectionate. Why, why do you scare me? He covered his face and turned around, tears streaming down his face, helpless and helpless, while you were helpless and pathetic.
Looking back three times, see you in the afterlife. He walked slowly, was he in a dream? Fairy fog fills the air, and it seems to dance in the clothes and feathers again. Yes, yes, the number is approaching. It's her, looking excited and tired. I thought she hated him, and I couldn't find her in my dream. There she is! Space, space, finally found. However, happiness is always short-lived When we say goodbye to each other, we exchange tokens. When we come back, we will look back, not afraid, remember the agreement of July 7th, remember the promise of life, and people will never get old.
Her retrospect runs through all ages, reminding everyone that poets write poems for her and singers sing for her. Looking back, I can't stop.
Looking back on the excellent composition 12 maternal love has the deepest influence on us in life, but I will always remember a look back in my heart.
I remember that one summer, our school held a sports meeting, and I, an athlete, had to take part. I reported 100 meter, specific speed. I put on spikes to win glory for my class and won the first place. My classmates are cheering for me. I looked at the gun in the referee's hand. As soon as I pulled the trigger, I jumped out at a speed of 180 miles per minute. It went well at first, but it's almost over. Some students made a mess of me. I just felt my foot slip and fall on the runway. I only heard an uproar off the field. The students came forward to help me at once. My knee is badly bruised and white pus is mixed with blood. At first, after that, the severe pain made me sweat. The teacher asked some classmates to help me go home. I limped along the road and met my father. My wronged tears flowed down. I thought dad would ask questions like mom, but dad just said with a straight face. "Your mother is at home, go home and pack a bag." He walked past without saying anything. Looking at my father's distant back, I couldn't help but have a strange idea: "am I his own?" It's cruel. "My friend advised me to go. I kept looking at my father stubbornly. When he came to the corner, he turned his head. I was stunned. Those eyes are so kind and kind. I never thought my father had such eyes.
From then on, I understand that my father's love is never less than my mother's. Mom gave us a lot, and dad showed it in every move, but we didn't have a pair of eyes that would find love.
Looking back at the excellent composition 13, the rain is gently knocking and the wind is chilly, blowing into the helpless heart of the teenager.
I bid farewell to the school that trained me for many years and accompanied me to grow up, and embarked on the road of junior high school. I gradually found that I am no longer the child who laughs all day. My homework is getting more and more, and my study is getting heavier and heavier. I can hardly breathe.
When I first entered school, my friendship, just like when I was young, was pure and without any dirt. Gradually painted with dark gray and black, I feel very depressed. After a spring and autumn period, it began to ease again, but its nature was changing. In response to my study and friendship, I was wandering and chose to study. I don't think I will shed a tear, but that familiar voice makes me want to cry again, because I know it is irreversible, and a semester has slipped away like this.
When I was in the second grade, I didn't have any voice or friends. I don't want to be friends with others. I was afraid of being sad and missing again, so I chose peace. I didn't talk to anyone. I think it's meaningless. I just spent too much time and thought on my study. Somehow, I felt lonely, filled with sadness and chill, and a semester slipped away quietly.
By the third day, I began to encourage myself to find friends. I don't want to live in my own world I am surrounded by smiles, promises, trust and tolerance. I suddenly found that the world is wonderful and those birds are so beautiful. The flowers on the roadside smiled at me and the trees waved to me. Everything is so harmonious. So I decided to walk out of my world from this moment on. I want to work hard, don't leave a regret of looking back, and make the sky in grade three so beautiful.
Looking back at the excellent composition 14, fate is like the sea breeze-blowing the boat of youth, swaying and winding, crossing the sea of time and light. The tide rises and falls, and falls and rises; Ships come and go, come and go. The huge net of rolling wheels of the years beats the sky and scatters into the rapids. It can't salvage every perfect day, but there is always a dusk full of nets?
In the evening, desolate people will look back at me and ask: will I be the one who laments loneliness in the dusk of life? Long river and sunset.
The vast sea and lonely peaks. Left out the boat, desolate youth. Dusk in Wan Li. The eternal sunset. Lonely ancient crossing, old life. We use dreams to show everything about reality, and we use reality to impact dreams; We hide our tears with laughter and decorate our laughter with tears. The world makes us lost in the vast sea of people. Looking at those innocent eyes, we only see sadness, but we can't pull anything back.
Look back at the lost! You are like my butterfly that fluttered for thousands of years and finally buried itself in the fallen flowers. Because some things have no story to continue and no ending to be painful?
What am I in my destiny? How does my story continue? The back of youth is the voice of life. We can't sit in summer and wait for the autumn of life.
But I can't see a ray of sunshine in my life. My eyes are full of darkness, and I don't know who to see. Looking back at the sunset, youth is haggard. In the pursuit of boat, life is getting old. Looking back and pursuing?
As bright as a stream. Spring is unlucky. Red flowers are fluttering everywhere. My autumn has come, what will I become? The fallen leaves in the autumn wind slowly turn back to see the next spring?