Write an essay with the title of staying

1. An essay on the topic of staying

Leave the sunshine

The sun is warm, and the growth of all things cannot be separated from it. It is The source of life.

I once read an article that forced me to admit the beauty and importance of sunshine:

A girl’s grandmother was ill and bedridden for a long time, staying in a dark room. In the bedroom, I cannot feel the warmth of the sun. Spring is here, and the girl is standing outside enjoying the endless sunshine. Wanting to share this happiness with her grandma, she lifts up her skirt and catches the sunshine. The girl carefully wrapped them up, walked into the bedroom and said to her grandma happily: "Grandma, I brought the sunshine!" Then she opened the group of pendants: "Huh? Why is the sunshine gone?" Grandma giggled. , caressing her granddaughter's head: "Little fool, you are my sunshine."

In life, sunshine means harmony and friendship. If you have these, you will have sunshine in your heart.

I still remember that when I was in the fourth grade, I had a quarrel with a good friend just because of a very small matter. If you are willing to suffer a loss, you must save face. I went home that day looking depressed. My mother saw that I was taciturn and no longer looked like the lively me before, so she asked, "What's wrong with you? You seem unhappy?" I felt regretful and anxious, thinking that I shouldn't get into trouble with my friends over a trivial matter. . Finally, the depression could no longer be suppressed, so I fell into my mother's arms and cried while telling what happened today. My mother did not say what I did wrong or criticize me, but took me to the balcony. I stood on the balcony and felt the sun was a bit dazzling, but it was very warm and evaporated all the depression and pain I had just felt. My mother said: "Today you and she have lost the sunshine in their hearts and have become very painful. Then why don't we let the pain disappear and let the sunshine warm us?" I suddenly realized that the sunshine in our hearts is so important. I feel the presence of love. The next day, I found her and said, "Look, the sunshine outside is so nice! I hope we are as nice as it." We looked at each other and smiled, and all the contradictions were melted by the warm sunshine.

Life needs warmth and sunshine. 2. An essay on the topic of staying, no less than 600 words

The happy childhood has slowly passed, and the wonderful scenes are flowing in the long river of memory.

I remember when I was five years old, an acrobatic troupe came near our community. Only the sound of suonas and gongs and drums were heard.

I was so anxious that my heart was itching, but grandma would not let me go out alone easily. Her old man often said: "Ruixue, as a child, you can't go out casually without grandma's permission.

If you violate it, you will be punished by not being able to eat ice cream for a month!" I frowned and planned. Come on. I tiptoed to grandma's room, and saw grandma wearing reading glasses and working on her "cross stitch".

Look, how focused! I touched my grandma's knees with my hands and said to her: "Grandma, good grandma, I always play by myself, how boring it is! Just tell me a story!..." Grandma was embroidering at a key place, pausing. Not available. I had to say: "Good boy, don't interrupt, just go and play!" When I heard this, I was so happy that I wanted to jump on the roof.

He ran to the acrobatics venue like a gust of wind. When I got there, I saw people surrounding the outer three floors and the inner three floors. I pushed my way to the front regardless of my safety.

How interesting! , a little flower dog was dancing, and a young lady put a green snake on her shoulder... But when a puppy was holding the plate to collect money, I was stunned. The little sister came over and said to the puppy: "Let's go, Huahua, the little sister has no money."

There was an expression of hatred in the puppy's eyes. My face suddenly turned red, like a ripe apple in autumn.

I was filled with guilt. 3. A 600-word essay on the topic of leaving behind

The traces left by the years. The years are like a long river without a source, rushing forward without stopping.

The vicissitudes of time have left people with too many thoughts and too many memories. Some of them have to be brushed away with their sleeves, and some even float away with the passage of time. Looking through the memoirs left over the years, the most unforgettable things must be those that may be joyful or sad.

Whether we are happy or sad, we must thank the years for leaving these things behind. When we recall them, a raging fire will be inexplicably ignited in our hearts, and huge waves will set off in our hearts..., some It makes us feel more excited, and some makes us stronger. It can be said that they share surprises and sorrows with us shoulder to shoulder.

Many times we forget the traces left by the years. Some people say that this is betraying the past. But I feel that some unbearable thoughts are better than being diluted by the water in the long river of time. I wave my hand generously and let them drift away in the wind. This is the mind of a wise man. Don’t let the pain left behind permanently burn your heart. .

Life has left painful memories and too many regrets. The accumulation of too many regrets makes us unable to see the color of life. We think that we are the most helpless in the world and cannot afford to fight all day long. Spirit. Her hair was draped from sun to curtain, and every tear made the Pacific Ocean rise.

Too many regrets will also make a person. Failure again and again will make him stronger and more willing to fight. As the saying goes, gentle water drops can penetrate stones! They have the patience, the confidence, and the courage to turn regrets into reality! Of course, the past is past and does not represent the present or the future. Let us soar in the sky of the future! Composition 2: Gone, these are the only things left. In the rush of every day, I always keep thinking: What else will I lose? Losing a loved one, losing a pet, losing food, losing sleep, or losing a friend? The feeling of being down and out is uncomfortable, and I am also afraid of panic, and even more afraid of losing.

One year has passed, which means we are separated. When I hugged my dearest friend, I felt a feeling I had never felt before. Is this love? Listening quietly to the heartbeat, I understand.

We are gone, but we have left behind a friendship that will never be erased in a lifetime, so deep. It's like the sun in its middle-aged prime, so passionate.

That is a gift from God, once again allowing us to remember each other. Is it gratitude or nostalgia?

There are happy pictures in my mind from time to time. I have been sad, but my friend, you left the word "effort" to me, letting me remember you all my life. It turns out that I don't have nothing, but in the arrangement of fate, you left me many things. .

When I was young and ignorant, I only felt the pain of separation, but I didn’t know the gratitude left behind. We are gathered together because of "fate". This is a gift from fate. We all accept it happily. Have we ever encouraged each other and left anything behind? Maybe that is God's test for us: Is the friendship strong? Is fate wrong? Today is the continuation of yesterday, tomorrow is today’s hope, and what is left today is tomorrow’s history.

If you can, please keep writing history... I left my singing, I left my articles, I left my efforts, I left my books stayed. I thought we missed each other.

Your cordial greetings make me sad. Is this what you left for me? Your indifference makes me cry. Is this what you left for me too? Your back reminds me of someone, is this what you left for me? It doesn't matter, I will accept them all and make them our souvenirs. When I leave, I will leave blessings and happiness for those I love.

I'm sorry, I left, I can only leave so much for you... 4. Write an 800-word essay on the topic of “stay”

“Stay” Keep the short and beautiful time, and let the world stay in the happiest moment.

Leave behind the joyful reunion, more happiness and less distress; leave behind the majestic and powerful scene of "flying down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the sky", and let yourself Wonderful eyes can clearly see the concept of "miracle", experience the artistic conception of "there is no way out after mountains and rivers" from the exploration, and feel the excitement and joy of "a village with dark flowers and bright flowers" in the results.

Vibrant spring The world in January has clear blue sky, late spring, and luxuriant flowers and trees.

Cang Geng and Qi Qi. "Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom." The green color flows on the earth. Spring comes so fast! Miss Chun's hands are magical, melting the solidified ice and snow, and waking up the creek with a "ding-dong-ding-dong" sound. The creek begins to play a rhythm again, and then the smooth road slides to the end of the sky.

The soft wicker fluttered in the wind, revealing its graceful body, like countless nimble and soft fingers.

The spring rain has begun, and the whole world is full of poetry. "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"! Spring, so refreshing.

Keep the fantasy colors and the breath of breeze. Summer is scorching with the scorching sun. Summer is here, and it brings countless golden fire dragons, spraying countless golden waterfalls.

The earth was so exposed that it shed tears, and every household hid in the shade to enjoy the coolness. Watermelon became a must-have for spending the summer. The earth was like a hot pot, covered with streams of steam. Wrapped in it, "The bright moon leaves the branches frightened by magpies, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night." In summer, there is another companion who stays with you day and night - "Cicada". Its intermittent cry is better than the hypnotic hypnosis of chasing souls. Song, at night, the quiet moonlight jumped up on the bed, and I remembered the world-famous "Moonlight Song" as if facing the sea, the moon was rising from the place where the water and the sky met, passing through the wisps of light clouds. It also evokes the thoughts and feelings of "looking up at the bright moon and looking down at my hometown". The bright moonlight has become a memory that chases the soul of poetry.

Leave the quiet and bright moonlight behind and let our hearts recite a poem together. Autumn is a refreshing autumn. After the fresh rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

It is another day when all things on earth are reluctant to leave. They will leave the homeland where they were born and go to the ground to make sacrifices. There is another poem, "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Everything on the earth is drunk, so drunk that I put on golden pajamas and got into the embrace of the earth. The originally dense leaves fell. , sitting under the tree, it feels a bit like "the endless falling trees are rustling under the trees".

Autumn is so cool! Keep the feeling of clear conscience in the bottom of your heart, and keep your heart relaxed and happy all the time. The winter of ice and snow is coming, and we can't help but think of plum blossoms. "There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone."

I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming." This is the only thing that can represent the Chinese people. Huahun, Chinese people should never give in no matter what environment they are in! A thick silver gauze covered the earth, a white scene, without the beauty of a hundred flowers blooming, without the joy of the heat, and without the eye-catching feeling, but with a majestic look. , that snow-white appearance symbolizes innocence and happiness. Keep the national spirit of plum blossoms in your heart. Winter symbolizes happiness and strength. 5. An essay on the topic of leaving behind

Leaving behind is more than just footprints Liang Xiaoxia, Guangdong I lay on the rocking chair and let the warm sunshine fill my body.

When time cuts its marks on the skin one by one, all I have left is a skin that can still breathe and a bunch of memories. It’s not that I don’t want to respond to the Lord’s call, but I still have a trace of concern in my heart and a feeling of incompleteness.

When I close my eyes, I know what I'm looking for. I saw myself in my prime.

Oh, how high-spirited and full of pride I was at that time! In order to fight for women's rights and children's medical protection, I ran around. Posting slogans, handing out leaflets, and sleeping only 3 hours a day.

I miss the enthusiasm so much. When I used my footprints to measure the distance between China and India, and when I went to visit Mother Teresa’s old remains, it was my enthusiasm that sustained me. That is the pursuit of ideals, that is the concern for life.

After walking across the Loess Plateau, across the Taklimakan Desert, across Nepal, and across the Indian border, I found Mother Teresa.

In the shanty towns where she had helped countless poor people, I did something unforgettable - I stepped heavily on the ground under my feet.

I think what was left at that time was not just footprints, but also my respect. Ah, the fog is coming.

The fog dispersed in a place full of peach trees. Is that me? Against the backdrop of the peach blossoms, her face turned even redder.

There is an intoxicating aroma in the fragrance of flowers, which is as sweet as me and the people around me. I was so persistent at that time that I had to count the peach trees along the river with him.

In fact, how did he know my "bad intentions". Some people say that walking under a peach tree with your loved one will lead to a lifetime of happiness.

Of course, at the end of the woods, what is left is not just footprints, but also long vows and gentle whispers. The wind stopped and started again.

The wind blew up a little girl's ponytail. Ah, why do you think of this "bad thing"? The little girl was so playful that she took down the quilt that was drying in the yard and used it as a trampoline, at the cost of a knock! The ending is conceivable, with the mother shouting loudly on one side and the girls running wild all over the yard on the other! The quilt had been rewashed, but there were still faint footprints left.

Of course, what was left was not only the footprints, but also the whip marks on my breasts and full of childishness... When I opened my eyes again, I still felt that beam of sunshine. Picking up so many footprints, big and small, deep and shallow, I am grateful that I have a life journey that I have walked through.

Time has annihilated my enthusiasm, devoured my innocence, and taken back my childishness, but it cannot erase those footprints. Oh, those footprints, how could those just be footprints... Picking up the footprints, I seemed to pick up a piece of life.

Stay Shenzhen Candidates Residents of two tribes live on both sides of an endless river. (The beginning is very novel and attractive, as if narrating a fairy tale) Although they are raised by the same river, the gap between the rich and the poor is clear at a glance.

People call the farmers on the left side of the river poor, and the farmers on the right side of the river are naturally rich. (Fascinating, arousing people's thinking) The work of the poor is to farm and plant trees every day. The vast forests and orchards are the only properties left to them by nature.

Poor people often say: "It's all the fault of women. If they hadn't begged for nothing to keep these trees, we would have been like the rich, with resin, wood and Foreign exchange. "The job of the rich is to cut down a lot of trees every day and earn a lot of foreign exchange.

The tribe of the rich has escaped poverty and built tall buildings that the poor have never thought of. They often say: "This is the wealth left by nature." (Misunderstandings and complaints of the poor) , the sudden wealth and self-rejoicing of the rich form a sharp contrast, paving the way for the following) The poor often look at the sky and say: "The poor are poor, the sky is blue and white, without any extra color.

e79fa5e98193e58685e5aeb931333236383535" Rich people often look at the sky and say: "Did you see that gray cloud in the sky? Gray represents wisdom, it is the grace left by nature to us." (Writing about the sky, it is really brilliant). Many years later, many strange diseases occurred in the rich people's place, and the climate gradually became worse.

They began to take boats and move to the poor places with a lot of wealth. Women who "caused trouble" kept them out.

They will cut down all our trees. We don’t want wealth. We just want to leave soil, water and clean air. The rich people dismissed it and walked away.

As a result, women once again became the "sinners" of the poor. (The situation has changed dramatically, highlighting the role of women. The poor, it should be said that poor and ignorant men are still complaining) Not long after, the weather changed drastically, and strong winds blew in with sand and dust.

No one expected, no one was prepared. Everything changed overnight. When the poor opened their eyes and prepared for a new day of work, they simply could not recognize the rich people opposite them. The place: the high-rise buildings collapsed, the land was eroded, and all that was left on the beautiful wilderness was the ruins of a village. (The indiscriminate felling of trees left by the predecessors finally received retribution) The poor looked at the vast forest, and the men were stunned.

How could this happen? The women finally spoke: "Thanks to us for leaving the forest!" (The women insisted on the truth and left the trees of their predecessors. The men finally woke up in the face of the facts.

Clarify this article The theme is to protect the ecological environment and not to be quick and quick.) Mother Earth ordered me to find happiness on the first day I was born. What is happiness? Is happiness valuable? I don’t know if it’s easy to find it? I started the long journey with an uneasy mood. 6. The topic of the essay is about staying behind.

Essay 1: The traces left by the years. The years are like a long river without a source, rushing forward without stopping.

The vicissitudes of time have left people with too many thoughts and too many memories. Some of them have to be brushed away with their sleeves, and some even float away with the passage of time. Looking through the memoirs left over the years, the most unforgettable things must be those that may be joyful or sad.

Whether we are happy or sad, we must thank the years for leaving these things behind. When we recall them, a raging fire will be inexplicably ignited in our hearts, and huge waves will set off in our hearts..., some It makes us feel more excited, and some makes us stronger. It can be said that they share surprises and sorrows with us.

Many times we forget the traces left by the years. Some people say that this is betraying the past. But I feel that some unbearable thoughts are better than being diluted by the water in the long river of time. I wave my hand generously and let them drift away in the wind. This is the mind of a wise man. Don’t let the pain left behind permanently burn your heart. .

Life leaves behind painful memories and too many regrets. Too many regrets make us unable to see the color of life. We think that we are the most helpless in the world and cannot afford to fight all day long. Spirit. Her hair was draped from sun to curtain, and every tear made the Pacific Ocean rise.

Too many regrets will also make a person. Failure again and again will make him stronger and more willing to fight. As the saying goes, gentle water drops can penetrate stones! They have the patience, the confidence, and the courage to make regrets a reality. 7. Write an essay on the topic of "stay"

Residents of two tribes live on both sides of an endless river. (The beginning is very novel and attractive, as if narrating a fairy tale) Although they are raised by the same river, the gap between the rich and the poor is clear at a glance. People call the farmers on the left side of the river poor, and the farmers on the right side of the river are naturally rich.

The work of the poor is to farm and plant trees every day. The vast forests and orchards are the only properties left to them by nature. Poor people often say: "It's all the fault of women. If they hadn't begged to keep these trees, we would have been like the rich, already having resin, wood and foreign exchange." The work of the rich It is to cut down a large number of trees every day and earn a large amount of foreign exchange. The rich tribes have escaped poverty and built tall buildings that the poor have never thought of. They often say: "This is the wealth left by nature."

The poor often look at the sky Said: "Poor people are poor people. The sky is all blue and white, without any extra color." Rich people often look at the sky and say: "Did you see that gray cloud in the sky? Gray represents wisdom, it is nature. The grace left to us."

Many years later, many strange diseases occurred in the rich people's place, and the climate gradually became worse. They began to take boats and move to the poor places with a lot of wealth. Women who "caused trouble" kept them out. They will cut down our trees. We don't want wealth. We just want soil, water and clean air.

The rich people dismissed it and walked away. As a result, women once again became the "sinners" of the poor.

Not long after, the weather changed drastically, and strong winds blew in with sand and dust. No one expected, no one was prepared. Everything changed overnight. When the poor opened their eyes and prepared for a new day of work, they simply couldn’t recognize that the rich people’s place was opposite: the high-rise buildings collapsed, The land was eroded, and all that was left in the beautiful wilderness were ruins of villages.

The poor man looked at the vast forest, and the men were stunned. how so? The women finally spoke: "Thanks to us for leaving the forest!" 8. Write an essay of no less than 600 words on the topic of leaving. It must be original and urgent.

In a very cold place In winter, all the trees wither. As I walked, I was thinking about a very old question: What is life.

Just when I raised my head inadvertently, I discovered something very eye-catching.

It stood there alone. I stood in the distance and couldn't tell what it was. It was so ugly among many tall, upright trees. When I walked up to it, I suddenly recognized it. However, I really couldn't bear to look at it, it was so miserable.

It was a broken tree trunk with most of it cut off by lightning. The jagged branches stretched messily into the air; there were many white spots on the coal-black trunk; the shrunken tree The bark broke away from the trunk and shivered in the cold wind.

I looked at it and saw that its already mutilated body still had many man-made scars: some of the bark had been peeled off, and there were many words carved on the trunk. ..., pity welled up in my heart.

"It was completely abandoned by life." I whispered to myself, and then turned away from it with pity.

In a blink of an eye, spring is here. One day, I was walking on the path. Along the way, the sun was shining brightly, and everything I looked around was green, which made me deeply feel the vibrant vitality around me.

At the end of the path, in a patch of green, I found it again, the old and disabled tree.

It still stood there, still ugly. The image was extremely inconsistent with everything around it.

With a feeling of pity, I slowly approached it... But I also quickly discovered that on the incomplete tree trunk, there was a little bit that blended into the spring green. among.

When I got closer, I was very surprised to see a small green bud sprouting from the broken trunk. In the not warm early spring wind, in the surrounding green, it looked so weak, but stood there so firmly. This is also different from the life around it. It is completely tenacious, an indomitable tenacity integrated into life.

I stood there, staring at the small green bud, and infinite admiration suddenly rose in my heart.

Look, it comes alive!

The small bud with oval leaves was swinging in the wind, and the half-cut old tree was shaking its broken branches, as if it was also echoing, happily cheering for its new life. Singing. I believe: with unyielding faith and tenacious struggle, the old tree will surely be reborn! As the new green expands day by day, the dark green symbolizing life will once again fill its branches!

At the same time, I also solved the problem that has been bothering me: the life of never giving up in adversity and working hard to gain hope is the most precious. Never give up, that's what we need to do. The greatness of life is reflected in this. What is life? This is a simple yet complex question. This is very simple for those who understand life, but very difficult for those who do not understand life.

Only those who can explain life can have life.

That tree does not represent death, but life and the continuation of life. 9. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of staying

The curve of the corner of your mouth is slightly raised, so beautiful and bright, passing through the fog in my heart and taking me through that period of confusion. years.

——Inscription: You who just graduated from the university are so full of vigor, and your flower-like appearance charms us. In our small town, you are like a phoenix flying in from the outside. Exuding dazzling light, we are all curious about you and full of desire to find out about you. But I didn’t run to your side like others and circle around you. I stayed in the corner and watched you give your smile to the lucky children around you, but your eyes did not stay on In my case, perhaps, I have never been a lucky person. God has destined me not to receive the teacher’s radiance.

When school was over, it was raining heavily, and I was the only one left in the classroom. It seemed that no one would come to pick me up today. I held my schoolbag, rolled up my trousers, and was about to rush into the rain curtain. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm and raised my head, and that beautiful face came into my eyes. Eyeball, you asked me with concern: "Is there no one at home to pick you up?" I lowered my head and shook my head.

"You'll get sick if you go home in the rain like this. Come on, I'll take you home." Without saying a word, you pulled me under the umbrella. The road that I usually find difficult to walk on has many potholes, but today I feel that it is not so annoying and has become short-lived.

The pattering sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella was like a beautiful song, hitting my young heart. "Why didn't your parents come to pick you up?" Your words broke the silence between us.

"Because my parents are not at home, they have gone out to work, and only my grandparents are left at home. They are old and have difficulty moving." "You don't like to talk, are you worried about something? Can you tell me? "I stood still. The little pain hidden in my heart could be peeled away so easily. I ran away and rushed into the heavy rain. I heard your call behind me, but I didn't Stop... The next day, when I pushed open the classroom door, a burst of blessings suddenly sounded inside, and the "Happy Birthday to You!" written on the blackboard looked so dazzling.

Tears fell from my eyes, as if they existed just for this moment. My classmates surrounded me, and you walked up to me and said to me: "God is fair. Although you don't have the love and care of your parents around you, you can get friendship from the friends around you." Smile again Once it hangs on your face, it seems to have magic power, slowly pushing open my heart and melting the ice in my heart.

Just like what you said, with your smile, I slowly become cheerful. But finally one day, you will leave us.

Before leaving, you asked me what I thought of? I said I wanted you to keep your smile. You were stunned, and then you gave me the brightest smile. Because your smile changed me, therefore, I will always be grateful and grateful to you, my primary school teacher. 10. Write an essay on the theme of staying

Staying

Residents of two tribes live on both sides of an endless river.

Although they are raised by the same river, the gap between the rich and the poor is clear at a glance. People call the farmers on the left side of the river poor, and the farmers on the right side of the river are naturally rich.

The work of the poor is to farm and plant trees every day. The vast forests and orchards are the only properties left to them by nature. Poor people often say: "It's all the fault of women. If they hadn't begged to keep these trees, we would have been like the rich, already having resin, wood and foreign exchange." The work of the rich It is to cut down a large number of trees every day and earn a large amount of foreign exchange. The rich tribes have escaped poverty and built tall buildings that the poor have never thought of. They often say: "This is the wealth left by nature."

The poor often look at the sky Said: "Poor people are poor people. The sky is all blue and white, without any extra color." Rich people often look at the sky and say: "Did you see that gray cloud in the sky? Gray represents wisdom, it is nature. The grace left to us."

Many years later, many strange diseases occurred in the rich people's place, and the climate gradually became worse.

They began to take boats and move to the poor places with a lot of wealth. Women who "caused trouble" kept them out. They will cut down our trees. We don't want wealth. We just want soil, water and clean air. The rich people dismissed it and walked away. As a result, women once again became the "sinner" of the poor.

Not long after, the weather changed drastically, and strong winds blew in with sand and dust. No one expected, no one was prepared. Overnight, everything changed. When the poor opened their eyes and prepared for a new day of work, they simply could not recognize that the rich people's place was opposite: the high-rise buildings collapsed, The land was eroded, and all that was left in the beautiful wilderness were ruins of villages.

The poor man looked at the vast forest, and the men were stunned. how so? The women finally spoke: "Thanks to us for leaving the forest!"