A wordless ending and an excellent composition.

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Wordless ending Excellent composition 1 Sometimes, the effort will be rewarded, but sometimes, it may just be a wordless ending.

The most beautiful flower, only the root knows the hardship of breeding; The clearest water, only snow knows the solemnity of melting; The loudest song, only the voice knows the sweat of the melody; The purest voice, only the heart knows that it is not easy to cultivate ... However, who knows my contribution?

Whenever night falls, I always like to lean against the window and look up at the starry night sky. I often want to say to it, "sky, how happy you are, there are so many lovely stars around, you can stand there." When you are unhappy, you can thunder, rain and lose your temper; When I am happy, I can throw a few floating white clouds in your blue arms to light up the world and warm my heart. I can see all your efforts, and all your efforts have paid off. What about me?

I always wanted to be the brightest star around you, so I asked my mother-in-law in charge of the world for a few days off, fled to your arms, broke through the night for you, packed my bags for tomorrow-until the first ray of sunshine appeared on the horizon in the morning, you yawned and stretched lazily without even saying goodbye to me-and ruthlessly drove me out of your world. Do you know how I left? Do you know how sad I am? Drag the tired steps, but my eyes will not shed sparkling tears. Am I strong? No, maybe it's the same as the heart. It just overflowed the corner of the eye and was frozen, so you won't see it.

I am still so persistent in wanting to be a star, and I have been doing this for several months, but I can't bring it into your field of vision. The only thing I can do is to continue to shine when you are asleep and usher in a new sunrise. I thought you would pay attention to me, but every time you open your sleepy eyes, I leave you. Will my wordless efforts only alienate you and me? I cried sadly again. Perhaps, when the seven stars fall in love with the sky, it is doomed that all its efforts are in vain, just a wordless ending.

So I went back.

Now, I still like to look at the deep night sky and a persistent twinkling morning star. I often wonder if there will be another silent ending!

A wordless ending is an excellent composition II. When your feelings for yourself are exhausted, what is there to chase?

Things are different, the world of mortals is rolling, who is the reincarnation of past lives, who is the wheel of this life, the dust of past lives, and the wind of this life, so why look for it? I once fantasized that even if there are hundreds of beautiful women and millions of red people in the world, I only love you. The mountains and rivers are enchanting and I will not bend over for the enchanting world. Alas! How can heartless people know the tears of lovers? I know the rock hasn't moved, but it can't stand the corrosion of tears.

I have been addicted to the realm of heaven, you and I, dreaming about the future. But that fantasy is like a grain of sand in the palm of your hand. The tighter you hold on to it, the faster it will pass. The origin is doomed, the fate is scattered, and everything follows the fate. Everything goes with fate, what should come will come, and what should be scattered will always come. But how many people can afford it and let it wander between gathering and scattering? You can forget if you say forget? If this is the case, how can we "ask the world how to make people live and die together", and how can we "dress wider and have no regrets, making people haggard" and so on.

In my heart, love, friendship and affection are very important. I hope he will be happy, whether it is love or friendship.

As a married man, he knew it would not work out. We are still together. We have no feelings or interests with him. Maybe we just like being together, maybe we are lonely. There are many girls around him. He never hides it, and he never promises to be with me.

I know I can't have his heart, his everything, or even understand him. I think I, like other girls, will be a thing of the past for him, and I don't want to change anything, just want to be with him, that's all.

I've always had confidence in myself. As long as I want something, I will work hard, and he, I will never understand what he is thinking. Maybe he has me in his heart, but his love for me is less than his family's 1%.

When we walked hand in hand, he said, "Jing, we can be friends for life or lovers for life."

I looked at him and smiled. Doesn't he know that lovers don't have a lifetime, and maybe they can be friends after breaking up, but then there won't be any regrets?

He said that he actually liked me, and I was speechless. I know I have no right to ask for anything, and I won't ask for anything, because I know I can't keep him, and I can't keep him. Like him, he has a responsibility, and I also have my responsibility.

For a person who values affection more than himself, love is just an ornament of life. I think I will live well without him, and there are thousands of reasons to live.

I know I like him a little, just as he likes me. If we don't love deeply enough because we don't spend enough time together, what will happen after one year, two years or three or five years? The result of persistence is the same.

Sometimes happiness is not in our own hands, life is always so helpless, and everyone has their own burden, which is the contraction line of freedom and makes people feel helpless.

After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to write this diary! I know I have no words that make people cry, no amazing words, but I have a sincere desire to share this feeling with you!

Maybe you don't know that I am a bird that has been hurt emotionally, so I won't talk about the past. Anyway, I am used to being lovelorn, but I can't be lovelorn! I just missed it!

If there is a person in the world who has been lovelorn for more than a dozen times, he can still live so well! So happy! So chic! Needless to say, it must be me! I can keep such a good attitude because Wang Mingshan, a philosopher in Hubei, said that tasting loneliness is like tasting a bitter cup of coffee. The beginning is bitter, and the end is also bitter. Maybe you are not used to it at first, but you have to get used to it in the end, because the nature of suffering has not changed. All you can change is a person's mentality. If a person's mentality changes, bitter things will become sweet. In short, happiness and unhappiness are just a matter of thought. Why let yourself?

A Wordless Ending Excellent Composition 5 Xiaoxi grew up desperately in order to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wang Ran. Like when I was a child, Wang Ran touched her head and finally said, "Xiaoxi, you have finally grown up." Xiaoxi is waiting for the next sentence, "Will you be my girlfriend?" But Lin Ran was always so calm that he didn't say anything.

When Xiaoxi was a child, when her mother first moved to that yard, all the children in the yard bullied her, because she was so thin and ugly, like a chicken that could be picked up at once, but she never resisted, because in her world, she didn't know what resistance was, and she only knew how to avoid it. But Lin Ran appeared at this time. He picked up the king of urchins and said majestically, "Is it a man? Bullying girls. " Throw it down and pull the stream to take her home

Because Lin Ran is the oldest of these children in the yard, but he is mature and dignified, and they all regard him as the boss. From then on, there lived a God-like Lin Ran in the heart of the brook.

When everyone played house, there was no "groom" in Xiaoxi. She could only cook in the kitchen, but it was Lin Ran who realized her dream of being a bride. Lin Ran, who originally disdained playing this game, became a "groom" and said to her, "Girl, be your groom when you grow up." Since then, Xiaoxi's wish is to grow up quickly, but Xiaoxi has been three years behind Lin Ran. Xiaoxi grew up, went to junior high school, and Lin Ran went to senior high school. In junior high school, Lin Ran went to college. The brook followed Lin Ran's footsteps all the way, reading the school he attended, watching the scenery he had seen and walking the road he had traveled. Finally, when Lin Ran was in senior three, she went to his university and finally caught up. But what makes Xiaoxi sad is that his Lin Ran brother lost her. Lin Ran's brother and a gentle, generous, beautiful and talented woman stood beside him. Standing with Lin Ran's brother is really a good match. Lin Ran's eyes looked at the woman lovingly, which surprised Xiaoxi. However, Lin Ran's brother still only has eyes for streams, and even that woman likes streams. Xiaoxi knows that her Lin Ran brother no longer belongs to her.

In fact, how many times Lin Ran looked at Xiaoxi from a distance? Every time he looked at Xiaoxi, he felt desperate and heartbroken, because he accidentally learned that his father and Xiaoxi's mother were childhood friends, but his father was working outside, and his mother took a fancy to his talented father. Later, he had himself. His father and Xiaoxi's mother can only be separated, and he found it difficult to be happy when he was a child. After Xiaoxi moved here, they saw their father was silent for a long time. In fact, I know that Xiaoxi's mother has not contacted her father for many years, and moving into this yard is completely accidental.

"Stream, it's not that I don't love you, but this kind of love can only stay in my heart. My mother can't see me with you, and your mother can't stand us together. I can only watch you happy from a distance. " Lin Ran kept these words to himself and never spoke.

I heard that love is coming.

I stand under the eaves, although separated by a tight window, but inside and outside are like two worlds. It's raining outside, but there is no sound. ...

Outside the window, the poplars remain the same, the green leaves remain the same, but the people watching all this have changed-I am without you. With your so-called promise, I can still hear your sweet words, but I don't listen to your coquetry happiness! Just for the pain I once loved!

The 1,001 nights, which belong to you and me only, started from the day when I had you, but could not end for you. The diary is full of your lies and my stupidity! How sweet happiness looked at that time, and how painful it looks today!

Walking in the wet street, wandering around without a sense of direction, my heart has become a homing ship without a master, drifting in the direction you left … walking in the endless rain lane. Thinking of you, I * * * walked romantically in the rain with an umbrella, breathing the heartbreaking haze in the air, and my thoughts struggled desperately in the mud of memories, but I would rather die than ask for help from you ... A gorgeous fireworks pierced the night sky. who is it? Who sublimated loneliness in this rainy night? Is she, like me, silently heartbroken for different people in this lonely city ... Fireworks bloom in a beautiful way, and use its short life to interpret its tragic rest! I, standing in the lonely street, caught in the cold rain, listening to the roar of fireworks tearing, the softest part of my body was tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands! At the moment, I can't breathe. ...

The road ahead is long and seems to be endless. I am lost in the joy and pain, love and hate you gave me, and I can't extricate myself! I am used to drinking to drown my sorrows, but this full sorrow has become an inexhaustible sorrow in Li Qingzhao's pen ... This kind of sorrow has no choice but to give up; This sorrow has your sincere promise; This sadness has my future that you gave up; This kind of sadness has the pain that you hurt me and I hurt you ... so deep and bloody, it can't be angular anymore! Why can't I be handsome at all?

No quarrel, no crying, no entanglement, so we put each other down. You don't know my pain, and I can't hear your sigh. The ringtone specially set for you on your mobile phone will never ring again. SMS, one after another, will never come from you again! In the dark night, who heard my inner screams and all kinds of begging for you? No one knows that I have torn off several layers of dignity in my heart and delivered a healthy book to you. No one knows that there is another person who is sad for you in this big city. ...

In the city with lights like day, I gently made a promise that you will never hear again, but the dark sky forgot to let any meteor fall into the sky by mistake! Maybe ... this is the most beautiful love I can never get back, and maybe this is the ending I can never guess. ...

Excellent composition 7 with no word ending will eventually lead to no word ending, and the result is already known. But I did not hesitate to invest. Careful management, I hope the process can be longer. I know it's not good to be too attached to you, but I still can't help thinking about you. Sleep on the pillow with your dreams every night. I am happy, satisfied and happy in my dream. In fact, in reality, I am very happy and happy with you. Words can't describe the feeling of blooming in my heart. No matter how gorgeous the words are, they are eclipsed by this wonderful feeling. No words can express this feeling. Every night alone with you, you will feel that the night is particularly beautiful, the air is particularly fresh and the mood is particularly comfortable. I can feel your warmth every time I clasp my fingers. This feeling fascinates me, fascinates me. I hope this moment can last more and longer, but I clearly know that you are busy, you also have many concerns and inconveniences, and you have worked hard to find time to accompany me. This makes me very moved. So I should be satisfied and enjoy my happy time. Don't think too much about negative and bad thoughts that affect your mood.

On that beautiful night, we walked by the lake, we walked on campus, we climbed high and looked far, and we galloped under the night. Let me smile happily and fly like a bird finding a warm nest, snuggle in your arms, feel the impact from the heartbeat, feel the charming taste and feel the warmth that people yearn for. Although the end of this road is a silent ending, the scenery along the way is so charming and fascinating. Now that we know the desolation at the end, we should slow down and slowly realize this charming feeling. Don't fantasize about changing the results, don't expect miracles, and face the results indifferently. Let yourself accept the oath: "I don't care about eternity, I only care about what I once had." Enjoy every day with you. Let yourself bring warmth and happiness to yourself, let the happiness you feel in a lonely place dilute the result and deepen the process, and let happiness and laughter fill the path of your peers.

Your appearance has changed my loneliness on the road of life. You light up my life like a lighthouse, and let me find the direction and know what I want. Like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, I started a brilliant life.

Looking at the distance, the sky is still blue, but my mood has never been calm. Always run to the finish line and never give up. I don't know how much hurt and pain I have suffered. I have been silently bearing, shouldering one commitment and agreement after another, with heavy steps. Looking at the distance, the sun has risen. Although it's still the same. How can I get to my destination? Fly there, or give up everything and walk away alone. I chose the latter. Because, I know the latter can make me happier and more satisfied in the future.

? I've been hoping to cross this road safely, but what I don't want to happen has come after all. I can't stop it and I can't stop myself. Why? Walk persistently and stubbornly, ignoring anyone's contemptuous eyes and everyone's suspicious eyes. All I know is that every step I take, the blood behind me is the brand of pain. However, I have no choice. The world forced me to adapt to it.

I only know that I can't change, and I can only be forced to adapt and change myself. Only in this way will we not fall down once and get up again.

Excellent composition without a word ending 9 years old, year after year, do you still remember those young days that you can't go back? Oh! Maybe I am too extravagant. Those glorious years will eventually return to dust and drift away with the wind. From then on, the moon was white and the wind was clear.

One year, 365 days, so short; One year, 31536,000 seconds, that long. People you never knew can become familiar, and people you once knew can become strangers. After all, a year is so long that I almost forgot that I was an unintentional person. Thank you for accompanying me through this long journey. When the road comes to an end, let's pretend we haven't seen each other, shall we?

There are so many things that can happen in a year that no one can predict. This is the end of the story-endless ellipsis. The author of "Three Differences" drew a question mark for this story that once began in autumn this fall. The silent ending ended quietly, just like at the beginning, quietly.

Suddenly thought of a friend named Jing's words: It is better to live mercilessly than to have painful memories. It makes sense to think about it. Heartless people will have no troubles! The scars that have been produced must be difficult to heal. The tolerance of others is not a chip that you can push your luck, but I am too naive!

I don't know how to measure the value of this story, maybe it is priceless, maybe it is priceless. In the story, I don't know who became a passer-by, but I suddenly remembered those years in Shui Mu-how many people came and returned in your life? I don't know if I'm the one who goes back and forth in your life.

I am a failed author, and the story I wrote won't win flowers and applause, nor will I win the tears of sympathy from others, because the protagonist of the story is too naive, the story is too short, too light and too ordinary, and it can't produce a gorgeous movement and a beautiful ending.

I am always too weak to save the day, so I can only omit the story.

Somehow I thought of what my second brother said. You are not qualified to judge anyone because you have not experienced his life.

A wordless ending 10 The distance between mountains is a kind of despair, and the distance between rivers is a kind of sadness. In the Mood for Love-a story about love, a whirlpool about emotion.

In the Mood for Love is the masterpiece of the famous director Wong Kar-wai. This film won the Best Artistic Achievement Award at Cannes Film Festival, the leading actor Tony Leung Chiu Wai was also awarded the title of "Best Actor", and the leading actress Maggie Cheung also won many honors. The film tells a tangled and depressed extramarital affair. In 1960s, he moved to a house with his wife, Yun, and met her husband, Mr. Chen. They became neighbors. Because Zhou Muyun's wife and husband are away all the year round, they have a faint feeling after meeting again and again. On a date, they were surprised to find that their lover had an affair. They began to discuss the beginning and future of extramarital affairs between lovers. After getting along for a long time, we find that we love each other deeply, but we are always separated by a wall or a layer of gauze. In the end, Yun only hid his love in the grottoes, and it was a silent ending.

The whole film tells this love story with nostalgic scenes, euphemistic shots, slow rhythm and no ending. From meeting to knowing each other, they help and care for each other like friends, and ignite each other's hurt hearts and loneliness with their only love. It was not until they learned that there was an affair between lovers that they found that they were all victims of love, and they loved each other deeply while they were injured, but it was hard for them to say, "We can't be like them ..." Su Lizhen was also in a confused state because of inner contradictions, pursuing what he thought was pure love. We can understand the entanglement of wanting to love but not loving, and we can't love until we meet. "If I have a ticket, would you like to go with us?" Su Lizhen was finally speechless, which is also an eternal problem. A few years later, Yun returned to Taiwan Province Province. When he returned to the room he rented in China, the landlord of his defense line had changed, but did the people in the room still exist? He dare not choose, also can't choose, or leave. He came to the Woods and hid his truest memories and feelings, together with those laughter or sadness, in a cave and engraved them in the depths of his soul.

The whole film has a strong artistic feature. In music, the deep and slow feeling brought by the repeated use of cello makes people feel very depressed, especially when Su Lizhen walks, her charming posture and swaying posture make people speechless. It's just the ambivalence of Su Like and Li Zhen. She can't face the real life and inner feelings, but she can express the effect that the picture can't express, which also makes the rhythm of the whole movie calm and gives people room for thinking. In terms of picture and color, the whole film is dominated by cool colors, which is also the use of dusk light, which makes people feel deeply. Su Lizhen's cheongsam is another highlight of this film, which gives him inner psychological changes through the color change of cheongsam. Moving, playing mahjong ... The color of Su Lizhen cheongsam is in harmony with the surrounding colors, but when she found out that her husband was unfaithful to her and she fell in love with Zhou Muyun, the color of the cheongsam she wore gradually became dim, indicating her inner loneliness and hesitation. When she went to Yun's home, a yellow cheongsam showed great enthusiasm and reflected their happy time together. After an emotional struggle, she planned to live with Yun, but when she arrived at Zhou Muyun's hotel, it was empty. Red curtains and beds were originally a hope, but with the support of her green cheongsam village, people were disappointed and sad. The color is getting lighter and lighter, and their feelings are getting lighter and lighter. In retrospect, it has become disconsolate.

The love in this movie is undoubtedly a desolation and pain. Yes, meeting the right person at the right time is a lifelong happiness; Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a lifetime heartbreak; Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a lifelong sigh. Beautiful years, wordless ending. ...

A wordless ending Excellent composition 1 1 On the dining table, there is no voice, only the collision of plates, bowls, spoons and chopsticks; There is no joy and tranquility at home, only everyone's gloomy face and frowning brows. ...

It turns out that I didn't pass the English Level 1 exam. Didn't I try? No; Is it my poor grades? Not really! Everything only comes from my thinking so much that I checked and checked during the exam, and finally I didn't have time to fill in the answer sheet-the bell for handing in the paper, like a reminder, announcing that my fate would begin to be unfortunate.

I'm afraid-I don't want to tell my mother about it, and I don't want to tell everyone about it! But paper still can't cover the fire-finally, mom knows, and everyone knows.

Mother didn't say a word, and her face was as gloomy as rain. ...

In the following days, my mother enrolled me in various classes-mainly English, of course-and in her words, I was cornered, so I had to be cornered! I understand her painstaking efforts and the seriousness of her mistakes. However, we all gave the last hope. My mother was very busy, and I made greater efforts than usual. ...

However, at dinner today, Huang Yi called him to tell him that he had cleared the customs, and my mother immediately shouted-the result was terrible, and our last hopes were dashed!

At the dinner table, the originally flowing air suddenly solidified! And my disappointed tears are in my eyes! Under the comfort of my father and Zhang Fan, I held back my tears, but everything around me was as silent as death!

These days, I reviewed my boring English over and over again, and watched the children playing so happily outside the window-I felt sad and scared. I really want to shout to my mother, "I'm really wrong, but please don't always be unhappy and stop talking about it-it scares me and makes me sad!" " Please believe that I have learned my lesson and I will change it! "

A wordless ending excellent composition 12 Boys and girls come from different schools. Girls are freshmen and boys are sophomores. They all study well, but girls are fascinated by novels, so naturally their academic performance has been unable to get on! On the day of the exam, the girls came to the school playground after the first exam and sat in a chair reading novels. On this day, the wind blew unusually hard. When the girl was immersed in the novel, the wind blew away the girl's review materials (test papers). At this time, the boy also came to the playground, saw the flying test papers and picked them up one by one. When he saw the girl who was still intoxicated, he sat beside her! After reading the novel, the girl looked at the people next to her and became curious. At this time, the boy took out the test paper to remind the girl not to be so careless in the future! The girl is embarrassed to take the test paper. Later, they talked a lot, so they met. When he left, the boy asked the girl if she would come again. The girl said she would listen to your good news at the door tomorrow. The next day, the girl picked up the boy and the boy sent the girl home. On the third day, it was the same, but it might be their last day together. The girl looked at the boy reluctantly, and the boy looked at the girl. ...

Boys tell girls to come to me often in the future! The girl said that you are going to be a senior three! I won't bother you! Boy: Where is your dream? Girl: I don't know! What about you? Boy: I want to take Fudan. Will you come too? Girl: Boy: Not good? Girl: no, it's okay! The boy left happily, but the girl shed tears. The girl decided that she would cry at night. In fact, the school where the girls are located can't get into Fudan, but the girls didn't tell the boys! Tell him what to do if he gives up. The girl decided not to tell him! It's time for boys to take the college entrance examination, and girls are at the door, praying that boys can do well in the exam! The boy didn't disappoint the girl. When volunteering, the boy asked the girl to write the name of the university for him! The girl's hands are shaking and she wants to cry! But bear with it, the girl doesn't want the boy to give up, it's been a year. Why care about this day?

When the boy left, he took the girl's hand and said, I will wait for you! The girl sent the boy away in tears. When the boy disappeared, the girl knelt on the ground and cried! Go home and look at the books on the table! Look at the rain outside the window! The girl is crying again! After crying, I figured everything out! The day before the college entrance examination for girls, boys called! They talked for a long time, the next day. The girl entered the examination room and did well in the exam! It took a lot of effort to volunteer to fill in Nankai. Later, when the boy came back from vacation, he knew everything. That night, the boy and the girl cried all night until their eyes were swollen. The boy kept asking the girl which university she was in, but the girl didn't say anything! The boy is so sad, but everything is irreparable! The next day, the girl left with her luggage! Boys don't understand why girls won't talk.

A Wordless Ending Excellent Composition 13 Leng Yue is silent, and the cool night sky is mixed with a hint of winter chill. The west wind blows, the lonely geese fly south, and the rustling autumn leaves fall sadly in the biting wind and rain.

When you grew up here, although you knelt in front of those two notorious traitors for thousands of years, you still regretted that your heart was getting colder and colder like this gloomy autumn leaf.

For a whole year, you galloped on the battlefield and swallowed Wan Li. You know you have to live up to the four big words "loyalty to the country" that are pinned out behind you. In the face of "the shame of Jingkang", you are furious and shout "Thirty fame and fortune, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons". So you drove a long-distance bus with your heart full of grief and indignation, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. "Eat pork with an empty stomach and drink the blood of Huns with a smile", how great you are. You let the Huns know that China will be empty, and you let the Huns know that it is easier to shake the mountain than the Yuegujun.

However, just when you recovered the rivers and mountains, you were blocked by the ruthless gold medal. So you lean against the railing and watch the drizzle rest.

Yes, how can the enthusiasm of serving the country win a ruthless gold medal? You can only watch twelve gold medals stand between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Lost Land like twelve mountains. So the general cried, and so did the people.

But why don't you cry? Looking for a beautiful dream is difficult to realize. Who knows how you feel at this moment? Tears are pouring down your pillow and dripping through the window.

An empty dream, an empty dream, who would have thought that today would fall short? If you push a mountain, you will be angry, if it is unfavorable, you will not die. So will the overlord of Chu, so you will sigh that heaven is unfair.

A Li Jiang hate just split. Andrew Chihiro crosses the iron lock and intercepts Jiangjin. You still can't forget the lost rivers and mountains, the rivers and mountains trampled by Xiongnu. Every time I have nightmares in the middle of the night, I get up and walk around the steps alone.

Every time I hear the people's resentment and see their tragic situation, I feel more pain in my heart. You can only talk to Yao Qin, but where is your bosom friend? Who will listen to the broken string?

You have been a soldier and fought all your life, but your reputation is not worth an "unwarranted" charge. Loyal to the country, dedicated to the people's blood, but always stopped at the Fengbo Pavilion.

Strange injustice through the ages! Strange injustice through the ages!

Now the beautiful West Lake has left your sculpture. The west wind is rustling and the cold leaves are silent, just like helplessness, despair and coldness in my heart.