Wave and start writing.
Wave your hand and start writing 1 "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." Yes, time flies. It always slips away when you blink. In a blink of an eye, we went to junior high school and stayed away from primary school life. The past is gone forever, leaving only faint memories in the air in the empty classroom.
The mid-term exam is over, but I have no energy to think about the exam results. I have made an appointment with my primary school classmates to visit my alma mater. Standing at the school gate, I suddenly felt that the huge campus in the past had become so small. I never thought my alma mater would be so small. Maybe this is growth! Soon, we invited our teacher, a middle-aged man who looked very young, but his eyes were wrinkled. She greeted us with a smile. We are not the only ones who came with us. Middle school students gathered in twos and threes can be seen everywhere in the whole campus, all of whom are students who go back to their alma mater to visit their teachers. Our teacher Wu loves to laugh more than before. She told us with a smile that this year's first-year students are more naughty than before. She asked us how the exam went. Is it good or bad? Looking at the teacher's eager face, I suddenly felt a sadness spread from my heart, because I know best: I am not a diligent student. If Mr. Wu didn't work hard to lay a solid foundation for me in primary school, what would my Chinese exam be like? It must be terrible, right? Everyone gathered around the teacher to answer the teacher's questions. Teacher Wu looked at us reluctantly, took a deep breath and sighed, "I have work to do!" " Let's take a picture as a souvenir, and you can also visit your former Chinese teacher, Miss Yang! "
Everyone suddenly realized that they finally found the person who was close to forgetting in their memory. Teacher Yang is my first teacher, who has taught us for three years and turned us from ignorant children into energetic teenagers. We left in the fourth grade and switched to teaching in the first grade. Teacher Yang's class was not difficult to find, and it was soon found in the new teaching building. The teacher is young. When she saw us, she stopped and smiled. She still remembers us. The teacher happily took us to take pictures and recalled some interesting things and embarrassing things in our childhood study and life with us. The gathering time is always short. When he left, Teacher Yang said to us earnestly, "People always have to grow up. You can't dwell on the past. I know you still have nostalgia for this campus, but it's time to let it go. As a junior high school student, you should look to the future. What was forgotten in the past was memories. Time can't go back, you can only take away memories, don't miss it, start with memories! "
In the long journey of life, we are always starting, and the memories of the past will always accompany me, making me unable to move forward. The future is beautiful. Go with memories! Stop dawdling, it doesn't make any sense to do that. Only by constantly starting, starting from memories, starting from hope and starting from the future, will you have a chance to succeed and gain joy!
Set out with hope!
Wave and start writing 2. The storm is gathering dark clouds, like syrup from a cotton candy machine. Eventually they will get together and get into a mess. My heart is like a flying insect flying around in this terrible weather, helpless and helpless.
That day, it was the mid-term exam. After the weather improved, I set off, but I couldn't calm down for a long time. Walking on an extremely narrow road, thinking about the review day and night this week and seeing the countdown traffic lights, I can't help but sigh. The first grade is like a primary school, but the second grade is like the first grade, with yin and yang. The English words recited yesterday have to be recited in other subjects today, and then the words are sucked into the lungs like air, and when they gasp, they are all messed up, leaving a mess. The last thing left is like the hair of a 70-year-old man. The longer the time, the thinner.
Today, depressed; Tomorrow, confused ...
Suddenly I walked carelessly, and the crack in the floor tile tripped me and woke me up from my memory. How could I be so unlucky? It's just that I didn't finish my studies, and this road tooth actually has a hard time with me. Is there justice?
Just when I was complaining, I looked up and suddenly saw a stall on the side of the road. What was it selling? Ha, so it's selling turtles!
Simple and honest, carefree tortoise climbed out of the water and basked in the sun carefree. Really envy, jealousy and hate.
Alas, don't look! The more you watch it, the more annoying it is!
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I suddenly heard someone shouting, "Look, look, two turtles are fighting!" " "
I thought to myself, "Go and fight! It is better to die! With you so comfortable every day, I will live like this! "
I saw chinemys reevesii arch the little turtle. "Bite, bite hard!" Muttered in his mouth. But what I never expected was that the little man turned back skillfully with his head up, and then rushed to the turtle like chicken blood. Chinemys reevesii moved slowly, and the little man attacked from the side, changed his tactics, and fought more and more bravely, and finally defeated the enemy whose strength was much higher than his own.
I was shocked at once, and a huge sigh rose in my heart. Is this the "head turtle" that we often ridicule?
The sigh in my heart, like an open door of fantasy, only reveals a glimmer of light.
For a moment, I got up the courage to walk to the fans. Behind this, I got the true meaning of life: facing difficulties, confidence, courage and optimism are not enough. Just like a little turtle attacking the enemy from many angles, I want to think about the problem from many angles, find the best way to solve the problem, and overcome the difficulties skillfully and tactfully.
So, I thanked the tortoise, left the stall with hopes and dreams, and strode to school with brisk and powerful steps. Compared with when I came, I have been more indulgent and confident.
On the day when I waved off composition 3, my father woke me up in my sleep before dawn and said that he would take me to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. Hearing this, I jumped out of bed, put on my shoes and followed my father.
When I first came out from home, there was only a gray area around me, and only an outline could be seen in the distant mountains. Everything seems so quiet. I walked in front of my father, running and jumping, striding up the steps, hoping to see the sunrise soon. But my father has been walking very slowly. I stopped and shouted to my father behind me, "Dad, hurry up, or we will miss the sunrise!" " "Father said quietly," Don't worry, don't worry, take your time, you will arrive. "After that, my father walked slowly.
I really want to see the sunrise at once, so I walk faster. But when I climbed halfway up the mountain, I felt exhausted, so I sat down to have a rest. I feel it is not easy to climb the mountain and watch the sunrise.
After a while, my father caught up with me and saw me sweating profusely. He smiled and said, "You have to do a little bit of everything. After all, you can't eat hot tofu! " "Then he walked on.
I listened to my father's words and thought: Yes! Besides, I have come so far, but I can't just give up. So I stood up again and walked on after my father.
"It's almost to the top of the mountain, work harder!"
I followed my father's direction, and sure enough, I was about to reach the top of the mountain, so I gathered all my strength and made my way forward. Finally, I reached the top of the mountain. After a while, the sun just emerged from the top of the mountain, and I finally saw this beautiful sunrise.
Looking at the sun, I have an indescribable taste in my heart. At this time, my father came over and patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "Girl, it doesn't matter if you fail in the exam." As long as you work hard in this process, you will definitely get something in the end. You see, although the sun is beautiful, it is not easy to watch the sunrise, but as long as you persist, you finally see this beautiful sunrise, aren't you? "My father's words deeply touched me.
Yes! After all, not all roads are smooth sailing. Who won't encounter some setbacks? At this time, the warm sunshine is sprinkled on the body, and the mood is much more comfortable.
How many seeds of dreams germinate in our hearts in this poetic youth? Should I give up because of a little setback? It was not easy to watch the sunrise, but I persisted after all and saw the most beautiful sunrise.
In this only youth, we should know how to grasp the present, not afraid of setbacks and difficulties, and strive to advance!
You and I met in the orange leaves in autumn, you and I met in the spring flowers and autumn leaves in a year, you and I met under several degrees of winter snow in Xia Xue, and you and I broke up after an exam at the end of the semester. Farewell to the ignorant and long six-year primary school life, we waved and set off for an unknown new world-junior high school. At first, I was a stranger and liked flowers and grass. They look different, but they are the same kind. So I began to get to know each other, and I was inseparable. We young flowers and plants blended with each other and helped each other to make that year as beautiful and wonderful as a garden. Every time I think back to the affectation and indifference that I didn't want to adapt when I first came, I still feel funny. It seems incredible that we live in harmony.
For example, a dance music comes to an abrupt end at the climax. For example, when a flower condenses and blooms, its petals are picked. For example, a group of fish are entangled in fishing nets while playing at the bottom of the sea, and our short year is over. The teacher said, "The year of the seventh grade is really short." When we first heard it, we didn't think it was true. We think those words are deceptive. But when the countdown to the final exam was displayed on the blackboard, we realized that the year was really coming to an end. Remember when we passed notes and ate snacks in class? Remember when we shouted "Come on" together at the sports meeting? Do you remember holding hands before the exam to encourage us to forget all about eating and sleeping? Remember when we sang together at the New Year's party? Remember our best side? Those days of always fighting and making noise have now turned into crying and silent hugs. We always think there is still a lot of time, but we don't know that it has slipped away in the corner of our eyes. I really didn't think we would be apart. Inadvertently, we grew up and matured. So, we waved and set off for the eighth grade.
When we met again later, it seemed that we were separated by a layer of transparent paper, and no one wanted to poke. After two years of youth training, my face is no longer just ignorant, but a little more mature. Later, I learned that there have been some tragedies in our lives. I secretly took a look at you with a solemn face before I realized the terrible place of youth. Youth is a narrow and thorny road, and we can only grow on this road. Even if you get hurt by thorns, wave your hand and set out. We can't turn back, otherwise we can only step on the muddy road with tears of regret.
Wave and let's go. With the bitterness of youth, with beautiful memories, with a vision for the future, we set off. In the early summer of this year, we parted ways, from getting along day and night to parting ways. Say "take care" and "let's go", and we will set off in the sunset, waving our hands.
Wave and set off composition 5. A person is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery, listening to strange songs and meeting strange people ... but when he is familiar with them, he will smile and wave and set off for another destination.
At our age, we have been baptized by rain, the cold of ice and snow, and the rendering of happiness. Why don't we have complicated feelings at this age? ...
Embark on a journey of growth and start an interesting life. The laughter of my classmates brings me the sweetness of honey, the laughter of my classmates brings me the truth of honey, and the experience of my classmates brings me a different self.
I met you at the best moment and lost you when I needed you most. I can only wave to you helplessly and set out for the future alone.
Envy the protagonist in TV series, but I can't be him; Envy the wonders in TV series and go back to the past from now on; I envy the animation time machine and go back whenever I want. The naive days of primary school can never go back, there is no pure friendship, no familiar faces. But we can only say with a smile that the past has actually been silently carried away by the torrent.
Being a person who can let go of the past and cherish the present should be the best self.
Looking back, I was so naive, lovely and active. Regardless of everything, follow your heart and find your true self. Now, I must do things carefully. Because of all this, I changed my temper, became so quiet and had a lot of thoughts. I can't go back in time, but it's still my own experience. I don't regret what I have experienced. My life is not so wonderful, but at least I understand. After all this, it is a huge wealth, which can not be bought with money, nor can it be bought with all one's strength. Wave your hand and say "thank you" to your past self. The past has set me on a new journey.
When God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window. Sometimes we hate him because he took away your good times and the people you love, but occasionally you will find that he also took away your unhappiness and ushered in a new life for you.
We had the joy of success, the ruthlessness of failure, and the happiness of getting together. Isn't this the foundation laid for you in the past?
Now, cherish the present, everything in the past will be put down slowly, and what should come will always come; Will go, no matter how you try to stop it, you will eventually go. So why not let yourself go? Let go of the past and welcome what will happen in the future with great expectation.
Close a door of the past and say, "The past is the past after all, so let it be sealed in my heart." Smile and wave, goodbye-my past. "Close a door tomorrow and say" I am full of expectations for you in the future ". "Open a window today and say," I will cherish the good times in front of me. When time takes you away, I will definitely wave for you. You made my day. Goodbye-the happiest self. "
Those who can stay will not leave, and those who can leave will definitely not stay. It was the past that taught me a lot. Since I can't stay, I will smile and wave, and set out to meet a beautiful and curious future!
Wave and start composition 6 "Dawn begins, the dream has awakened."
This lyric just sings my heart. I have a dream in my heart and a road under my feet. Show myself and set out boldly.
Now, I finally got rid of it and rushed forward, but what I can't forget is that terrible past.
The school bell rang as usual, and I walked home with a heavy bag on my back as usual. Overhead, white clouds are swaying, and my heart is humming silently: "The way home, the way home ..." At this moment, my heart is full of deep comfort and free and easy, but I can't help but feel some pain and helplessness when I think that I will face a headache for students in a short time.
The most troublesome thing for students mentioned above is the homework that they are used to. Step into the house, put down your schoolbag, take a nap and start an evening's struggle. Plug in the desk lamp, put pen and ink, and there is a sunset glow in the distant mountains. A new day is coming to an end, and the struggle history of the night will begin with the passage of time. I shouldn't think too much, so I picked up a pen and rubbed it affectionately with my homework. I wrote a book and told the story of five lessons.
But in my opinion, this story is endless. Overlapping test papers and review materials are like a long maze, which makes you lost and can't find the end. The night gradually lengthened, leaving only the neon flashing outside the window. I think my classmates have almost finished their homework or slept soundly, and I am the only one sitting at my desk alone. The clock strikes 10: 30, the homework is finally finished, then wash, then go to bed, and then a new day. This past is repeated and repeated. All students are the same, starting from the second grade and ending from the second grade.
It's summer vacation, and the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination is imminent. Say goodbye to the second day, wave goodbye to the second day. The days when I did my homework seemed boring and relaxed, but some interesting episodes were still fresh in my mind, and my parents' care in and out was still fresh in my mind. At this stage, I also made a lot of good achievements, which is a perfect ending for that period of youth.
Nearly half of the summer vacation, the future is calling to us. Don't be sad, don't worry, and treat everything calmly. The road ahead will be opened. The past has been recorded in history and has become a hurried year. No matter whether the future is prosperous or bumpy, we should deal with it calmly and calmly. Let's go, young and passionate teenagers, work hard, and good expectations will bloom like flowers!
Wave, start, don't be an imperfect self, don't be timid, as long as you start, there are infinite possibilities!
I walked casually on the sidewalk in autumn, and the chilly autumn wind swept my face, making my heart slightly cold.
The curtain of the third grade is gradually opened, and the tense atmosphere is like a smoke screen on the stage, which permeates every corner of my study. Every weekend, my homework is very heavy, and the content in the Olympic math class is gradually becoming complicated and difficult to understand. This has become a particularly heavy pressure for a student who is not very good at math. But none of the students in the class who were preoccupied with the game finished their efforts, so I followed them mechanically. Over time, I feel that my hands can't bear such great pressure, and all I leave in my heart is fatigue.
I just walked casually, stopped with hesitation, hesitated, and didn't know what to do next.
Just as I was standing on the side of the road, another autumn wind suddenly rushed over, pulling the branches on the trunk of every road around me unscrupulously and jokingly cutting off the pathetic little leaves on the branches with a knife-like wind. In this way, the wind rolled, the leaves fell helplessly, fell down, and then jokingly fell to the ground. The branches were torn by the wind and swayed feebly from side to side, as if waving goodbye to their children's leaves in despair. Looking at the helpless waves of roadside trees, I feel a kind of ignorance and incomprehension. Why didn't it hold on to these little leaves? Why didn't you stick to the end and give up waving goodbye like this?
With incomprehension and sympathy, I bent down to pick up an abandoned leaf and looked at it carefully. It was a withered leaf, and the veins were like the protruding bones on the hands of the old man who had been working hard. They are thin and have long lost their fullness and brawniness when they were young. The tiny lines all over the leaves overlap, which is the deep wrinkles carved by the wind and frost on their hands, showing the traces of time everywhere. I think, even if such dead leaves barely survive the winter and wait until the spring when everything recovers, they can't grow into a lush green leaf, and tree technology, no matter how hard it tries to capture, will only be a fruitless retention of the lost things. The branches waved their hands and let go of these yellow leaves. When they return to dust and turn into spring mud, they will grow those small buds in spring, making them more lush, dense and full of vitality. Waving at this time is not only a kind of giving up, but also a kind of preparation and pursuit for the future. I thought about it and my thoughts came back to reality. Maybe I should wave my hand and stop insisting on what I can't do. I made a decision in my mind. At that moment, I felt as if I had put down the weight in my hand and felt extremely relaxed. I stepped up and walked on. The road ahead seems to be full of light.
Sometimes, blindly insisting on nothing will only make you feel extremely tired, and waving your hand to release the burden will give you more strength to move forward.
A meteor fell, accompanied by a hope and two lines of clear tears. Meteors fall in the sky, tears fall in the dark night, just like a heart falling into the bottom of an ancient pool. (Note: The combination of scenes and the blending of scenes vividly reproduce the mood at the moment. )
Holding a test paper soaked with tears in my hand, my heart is full of night. The boundless darkness squeezed my breath out of my chest and suffocated me. There are no stars in the empty sky, even a little, but there are no stars. I accidentally touched my nails, and the cold seeped into my bones. I only felt that the night in early summer was very cold, and it was always cold to my heart ... I looked up at the sky, and it was still so dark and suffocating, like newly ground ink on the inkstone, and I was like a drop of water accidentally splashed on the inkstone, which would be evaporated at any time by the temperature of the night. The boundless sky is still filled with ulterior motives of the night. Are you laughing at me? (Note: The description of the night in this passage is very delicate and realistic, with concise and accurate words and appropriate metaphors. )
The tears in my heart have been suppressed for a long time, and then they have become wishes. Facing God, I shouted: Please raise a star, please give me an answer ... I quietly closed my eyes and waited for a miracle. After silently counting to 10 seconds, open your eyes and search in the sky. There is nothing but black. Is that the answer? The little fire of hope in my heart was immediately swallowed up by darkness and I was extremely disappointed. I turned my head to leave. In an instant, a little light brushed the corner of my eye, and my heart was pounding. When I saw it, it was a star, a small star, embedded in the distant sky, with a dim light, as if it would fall down carelessly. Are they stars? Yes, yes, there is a voice echoing in my heart, and I smiled at it. Thought: Even if it can't break away from the bondage of darkness, it can only try its best to emit a little light. Even if it falls, it has already lit up the night.
I resolutely turned around, out of the dark, took out the test paper soaked with tears and unfolded it carefully, for fear of breaking something and letting it dry. Clouds are floating in the sky and my bag is in front of me. I'm going to leave happily. I want to find a way to the sun and my own sky.
I understand that there is darkness behind me, just like this dark sky; My front must also be covered with thorns, just like that meteor streaking across the sky in the dark clouds. But I will stick to it all the time. "Since we have chosen a distant place, we must share joys and sorrows." In order to stop being afraid of failure, you must experience setbacks; To stop crying, you must sublimate your tears. As long as there is sunshine in my heart, the struggle all the way will be full of songs and laughter. Like a gentle wind, it gives people warmth; If the stars were brighter, it would give people hope. (Note: This psychological description is extremely delicate, true and full of philosophy, which is very encouraging to read. )
The meteor is still in my heart, and the arc has touched my heartstrings. I packed my bags, waved my hand, set out for the distant horizon, played happy songs all the way, and let the smile hang on my face forever. (mention: echo the beginning, point out the theme, and sublimate the center. )