Record life essays

Record Life Essay 1 It rained heavily and I trudged home. People hurried by with umbrellas, and I-holding a test paper feebly, my eyes glazed over and my brain went blank. I barely glanced at the test paper again, and the bright red 68 points pierced my heart like a sharp arrow. I thought, "it's over, all the bright future has been washed away by the rain." When I got home, it was time for my mother to talk about me again. "

When I was distracted, a familiar figure appeared. Is it Xiao Li? Yes, that's right, it's my good friend Li! At this time, I seem to see hope again, like a child who has been lovelorn for a long time, jumping into his mother's arms. I eagerly called Xiao Li over. Xiaoli is puzzled. She took me to a place where I could take shelter from the rain and sat down. She asked strangely, "What's the matter? What's the matter? " I feel even more sad in the face of her caring greetings and sincere face. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I don't know when, tears slipped down my cheeks quietly. I told Xiaoli the whole story in detail. Xiaoli bowed her head and meditated for a while, then smiled and comforted me: "Don't be sad. As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. How can you succeed without failure? " Although you failed this time, don't lose heart. As long as you keep working hard and keep moving towards your goal, you will surely succeed. Besides, you are a strong girl, how can you cry? No matter what happens, I will support you and help you. "After listening to Xiao Li's words, I suddenly felt a warm current coming to my heart, which filled me with confidence. I slowly raised my head with a smile on my face. Xiao Li had a brainwave, beat the time and sang: the sun is always after the rain, please believe there is a rainbow ... then the rain stopped and the rainbow came out. I looked at the beautiful colorful bridge and sang with Xiaoli with a smile.

Thank you, Li! You pulled me out of my sadness. You lightened the weight of the big stone in my heart, and you cheered me up again ... Li, I'm really glad to be your good friend!

On the second day of Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to Xifeng Tuanyuan Mountain early in the morning. At the foot of the mountain, the roar of the mountaineers attracted me to speed up the climb.

When someone climbs a mountain, someone goes down. As the saying goes, "Mo Daojun leaves early, and there are many early pedestrians". There are old people, young people like me, and children going downhill. We nodded and smiled at each other. The stone steps are sometimes straight and sometimes winding. As long as you keep climbing for three to five minutes, your breathing will be accelerated and sweat will flow out along your body. Perhaps the green on the mountain distracts your attention, or the oxygen released from the mountain is inhaled into your lungs, so your climbing pace does not feel heavy and light. At this time, if you climb the mountain alone, you won't have any other thoughts, just want to climb to the top of the mountain and shout at the top of your lungs-prove to Dashan that you are here. The plants on Tuanyuan Mountain are lush, so you don't want to disturb their inherent silence. There are green ferns everywhere. When the morning breeze blows, they smile at the climbers in a friendly way. It is more imaginative for you to reach out and touch those verdant ferns. Sweat dripping on the stone road, dripping on my glasses frame, rolling on the strings of the lens, made me feel novel, and reached out and wiped my sweaty hair. Halfway up the hill, I also joined the roaring team. Nobody cares about your growling tone or low voice. You just need to have your share of happiness.

I like singing, and I just started to sing out of tune. Colleagues even joked that I graduated from Huangjia Conservatory of Music. When I climb the mountain, I sing loudly. Mountains and trees are my listeners, and occasionally birds on the mountains will respond to me. Climbing to the top of the mountain, the morning breeze is blowing, full of comfort. You overlook Xifeng county, as gentle and quiet as a small jasper; From a distance, a thin silk scarf spans the mountains from south to north, just like walking in a fairyland. On the top of the mountain, many people are exercising, some are practicing martial arts, some are practicing deep breathing, and some are choosing wild vegetables ... More interestingly, an old man's shoulder radio is playing Andy Lau's pop songs. I started talking to the old man. The old man is very satisfied with his present life, and the children are doing their own things and don't let them worry. The sun was shining warmly, and fog rose over the county seat. At this time, the county became hazy. After bidding farewell to the old man, I went down the mountain first. The climbers were still in an endless stream, and some even took a nap in the pavilion. In the crowd going up the mountain, a little girl accompanied the old man (grandmother or grandmother) and said, "I hope this road is straight!" " "The old man said," the mountain road is straight and curved, and the valley bottom is very high. "I look back at the climbers of all ages, and the national fitness is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The steps down the mountain are always faster. On the rest square at the foot of the mountain, a group of people are dancing a new and colorful Guizhou dance. Although not in tune, everyone guides each other. Seven or eight old people practiced the pace of Fan Taiji alone; On another open space under the steps of the square, a group of people are dancing fast-paced aerobics; Three or five boys are playing badminton by the court. A vibrant scene, a harmonious picture, let me feel the new atmosphere of strengthening the country and enriching the people

My body supports crutches, but after only one look, a feeling of sadness comes to my mind. The picture of the burning flame while the iron is hot comes into my eyes, and the tinkling of iron echoes in my ears. ...

There is a wing in the famous alley in the village. The roof of the wing is full of black smoke all the year round, which is the blacksmith's stove. The tinkling sound of the blacksmith's furnace broke the silence of the village and hutong. It is the rhythmic rhythm of the hammer hitting the iron, which is full of elasticity and texture, attracting childhood friends to watch it closely. Because I live near Hutongkou, when I was a child, I loved to play by the blacksmith's stove, which was also a lively place in the village, watching the raging fire burning; Listen to the rhythmic sound of hammering iron, the sound of bellows when it is urgent and slow; Feel the tension of sparks and while the iron is hot; Enjoy the joy of quenching iron tools ... after a long time, I stayed at the blacksmith's roadside for a long time and gradually became familiar with blacksmiths.

There are two apprentices who strike while the iron is hot, and one apprentice who plays the bellows. The old master is short and fat, especially steady, and often shows a thoughtful look while the iron is hot. Later, he became a wise man in the village. He controls the small hammer when he strikes the iron. There is also a sledgehammer, which is mentioned at the beginning of this article. This man is tall and strong. The fire reflected his dark red face, and his bare upper body showed strong muscles. He doesn't talk much, but his words can be as powerful and arrogant as when he is working while the iron is hot. There is also an apprentice, who is short and ugly and specializes in playing bellows, because I was only impressed by the two masters who worked while the iron was hot, and I didn't pay much attention to him, leaving only a vague image, just like "ignoring" in the sketch, and I forgot who he was.

I like to go to the blacksmith's furnace and watch the masters strike the iron. In the bustling blacksmith's shop, I saw the blazing fire shining on the blacksmith's face, pushing the breeze urgently and slowly, blinking when I lit the fire, and knocking on the hammer one by one, the radian was high and low. Slowly, I also realized some truth while the iron is hot. At first, I saw how powerful the sledgehammer was. It must be the master. Later, I slowly observed some doorways, only to know that the master took a small hammer. With a slight finger of the small hammer, the big hammer will fall heavily, and it is the apprentice who swings the big hammer. I can vividly see the scene of striking the iron: I saw the old master holding a long iron tongs in his left hand and turning the burning iron from time to time, showing a confident and calm look. Under his constant turning, the black iron turned into red iron, and the hard iron became very soft and seemed to melt. In fact, he is mastering the temperature of the iron.

Suddenly, the iron tongs in the master's hand tightly clamped the red iron block, quickly took it out of the fire and put it on the anvil. At this time, I also tightened my nerves, and I saw the apprentice with a sledgehammer poised. I saw that the master quickly picked up a small hammer. Like a conductor, the small hammer struck where it needed to be struck. The strong apprentice then picked up a big hammer and landed right where the small hammer struck. At this time, the master's hammer and the apprentice's hammer danced up and down, hammering up and down, one high and one low, one light and one heavy, one after another, and Mars was in chaos. The sledgehammer and the sledgehammer threw beautiful curves and knocked out the harmonious melody of "jingle". Seeing the red iron slowly turning black, the rhythm of hitting the ball slowly decreased. The old master picked up the gradually formed iron block with iron tongs and put it back into the furnace to add fire. At this time, the apprentice who pulled the bellows increased his strength, and the bellows soon "breathed". After several rounds, the iron was hammered into a certain shape. I saw the old master put it in the pool in the corner with iron tongs, and suddenly there was a sound of "zi zi", and puffs of blisters and smoke emerged.

Later, the blacksmith's stove was moved to the village mill. Because my mother works as an accountant in the factory, I still go there often. I still remember a toy called "steel plate" knocked by the blacksmith for me. I polished it in the sand and held it in my hand. It was heavy and shiny and once envied by my friends. Every time I think of the blacksmith's furnace, I naturally think of the steel plate carefully built by the blacksmith for me. This is the blacksmith's concern and love for a child, so gratitude is surging.

The blacksmith knocked out a work with his own hands and created a fruit of labor. They knock out agricultural production tools for the village, create wealth, make hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes and hoes for the rural people, and serve the prosperity of agricultural production and rural life.

The blacksmith's furnace is the product of the times. Now, the blacksmith's furnace has long since disappeared, and the era of blacksmith's furnace has long since passed, but the shadow of blacksmith's furnace has been lingering in my mind, and I will never forget that simple and kind blacksmith master. Because, all this stems from my love for blacksmith's furnace.

Record Life Essay 4 There is a big dark cloud floating in the sky, and the dreary and lonely weather is like the troubles in my heart. Soon, the thunder was loud and the raindrops began to fall, but my eyes couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Because grandpa died, the hard-working old man's money accumulated in his life is in grandma's hands, which makes everyone respect the old man-nothing more than money. Grandpa's death has completely messed up the family, like a headless fly. Da Die, Dad and the third dad seem to argue about money many times.

I heard my parents calling again today. Da Die seems to have borrowed ten thousand dollars or something. I don't know why, adults always quarrel about it.

As soon as my mother heard this, she began to argue with my father. The louder she speaks, the more she gets used to it in my ears. Every word from my parents flowed into my ears and my heart, and tears ran down my cheeks. Everyone wants to have a happy family, but why do my parents do this every day? Suddenly, the voice disappeared, only the sound of dressing was heard, and then the sentence that chilled me: "Mom and Dad are back at grandma's house, so stay at home and don't run around." "Is still an urgent word. Very annoying. It's always been like this, but I'm afraid to talk to my good friend. How can I say such a thing? Ah ... then there was a cold door closing sound. Call, quarrel, quarrel, slam the door. How can there be a fair judgment in the world? Since Da Die borrowed money from grandma, what does that have to do with us? Why does someone always have to get caught in the middle?

The next morning, my parents took care of me as usual, but I was still unhappy. I feel a deep gap between me and adults. I really don't know who to talk to.

As the teacher said, everyone has something on his mind, and everyone has unpleasant and unbalanced things in his heart. Perhaps, letting nature take its course and doing nothing can help me understand my feelings. ...

After the storm, the sun poked its head slightly. Although I was hit by the storm, I believe that the sunshine is always after the storm.

Record Life Essay 5 The cold wind is rustling and the snowflakes are quiet. Its noble appearance is given by heaven. Although it is only a short-lived existence, it may contain a mystery that I can't understand.

My best friend called and said, "It's going to snow tonight." My spirit was shocked. I dig out my precious heart fragrance and let it dance in the artistic conception of the poem. My side is; The moonlight is bright, only the smell; The voice of the heart and the faint fragrance in the breeze, accompanied by thoughts, slowly floated in the depths of the water cloud, shallow and comfortable.

An agarwood was lit in the window, and in a smoky atmosphere, the scrolls were opened and the breeze blew gently. Looking out along a wisp of fragrance, the garden is full of flowers, fragrant and self-sufficient. But compared with the flowers in spring, the flowers in winter are beautiful and Leng Yan. Sometimes there are petals falling from the treetops in a faint ancient rhyme, curling through the window and falling on my plain paper like snow.

I think of the snowflakes floating around my friends, and the beautiful fairy, beside her, will dance like a butterfly with a sad attitude, which is really envious. Just don't know, that light scene, dancing like water, I seem to clearly see her standing in the snow, leaning on plum branches, covered with Leng Xiang, smelling plum fragrance in the clear ice and snow.

She said, "If you are here, we can take a walk in the snow." . My heart was moved by it, as if I had returned to that night. That night, the flute played melodiously in the moonlight. Thin shadows are swaying. Remember, the ethereal sound startled a tree full of flowers, leaving us with petals on our shoulders.

At this moment, I want to say to you: although we are far apart, we can't meet each other. However, when the soft petals in the south are dancing and falling on the bluestone road in my hometown, I can feel the faint ancient town customs in the hazy night. Like you now, the snowflakes flying around you have quietly brought your affection to me.

I like to watch the clouds in the sky in the afternoon, like a shy bride, showing a shallow sweet smile in the sunset. Look at the towering mountains standing in the twilight, holding their heads high and gazing affectionately at the bride who has been waiting for her life in the distance. Although the sky is far away, it lasts forever. I like walking in the drizzle, imagining the girl with an oil-paper umbrella wandering in the rain lane, imagining whether she will be reluctant to part with life when she turns around and looks back. Imagine, after the double suicide, Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi became two birds hugging each other and crying every night.

I like to make a cup of jasmine tea in the evening and read Zhang Ailing's classic sentence, "I met you among thousands of people in Qian Qian, neither earlier nor later". I like to roll myself into the night and feel these touching and tearful articles and poems. My soul has also become light and fresh because of the nourishment of literature.

I like everyone who is sincere and persistent. This sincerity shines in my heart like a bright moon, so that I am no longer afraid of lies and deception, but as persistent as the sun. When I want to give up, I think of their strength and unyielding, and my heart ignites the fire of hope.

I like standing under the lotus leaf window with my arms around, watching the smoke around the kitchen and listening to pastoral songs, especially the farmers standing in the paddy field shouting buffalo. Their foreheads are scorched by the sun, their faces are wrinkled by the hardships of years, and their waists are bent by the heavy negative pressure of life, which makes you have to sigh that this is the most real scenery of life.

I like too much, and I love too much. Between loving and being loved, between cherishing and being cherished, I hope that I am a dewdrop that glides across your nose, even for a moment, so that you can remember my most beautiful dance. I hope I am the brightest star on the horizon, illuminating your heart when you are confused.

I don't need too many reasons to like it. I slowly feel, appreciate and understand, which constitutes my whole world.

It's the first day of August, and I just started writing my composition. The past month has really flown by, and there are many interesting things to remember!

Speaking of the happiest day I have ever had, it was the day when I finished another homework! There was an indescribable feeling of letting go of the burden that day. So I went outside to play all afternoon. Haha, although the weather is hot, I don't care much. It's really comfortable to take a bath in the stream. It can wash away fatigue and stress. This is a wonderful enjoyment!

It happened to be Sunday, and the TV programs were particularly rich. Unfortunately, something happened in a flash, and all the appliances in the house stopped working-the power went out. In such a complicated mood, what kind of electricity is stopped on a hot day? This makes me hot enough! But there is nothing we can do. We are short of electricity in China!

How to arrange it in the afternoon on a hot day now? I was thinking when I heard someone knocking at the door. My primary school classmates came. He proposed ... this proposal is not only cool, but also fun! ! There are many prawns in the stream at the foot of that mountain. We galloped to the foot of the mountain with tools. At the foot of the mountain, there is no scorching sun and no noise. What a nice place.

The harvest in one afternoon is really not small. We caught a lot of shrimp, and we forgot about the heat for half a day. This method is really good for dealing with the hot weather of power failure. From that day on, I don't know why there wasn't much power failure. Maybe Ningbo is not too short of electricity. I'm not sure why. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. I'm really worried about the power failure again! But I have a way to deal with the power failure!

Record Life Essay 8 The Wolf Soul doesn't provide food, and the irresponsible monthly salary of 2,500 yuan and 3,500 yuan is considered as a subsidy for food, clothing, housing and transportation. This is not earned money, but basic living expenses. If you want to make money, improve yourself and get results, we will pay for the results. As for the process, we will applaud you.

What about eating?

Ok, Daojiao, a famous food town. If you just want to have a working meal here, you can try Jia or good food, or you can try Qingxin dessert shop or Longjiang pork knuckle rice. If you want Dendrobium to be both economical and spicy, then Guizhou Douhua Restaurant on Jinniu Road is a good choice.

For breakfast, you can try Daojiao's special steamed rice, steamed ribs or vermicelli, or you can try rice rolls, original soup powder and so on. If you want morning tea, Ruff's morning tea and refreshments are also good. There are about 30 kinds of breakfast, which is enough to dazzle us.

As for dinner, you can find and satisfy all the shabu-shabu pots, barbecues, hot pots, stir-fried dishes and big meals you can think of. You like Hunan cuisine, big bowl dishes, willow stone fish, mud head Weng and so on. You like Sichuan food, Sanhewang, and Fish Restaurant. You can try them all. You like Cantonese food, but Lufu and Xindaxin Hotel are reluctant. As for the grilled fish in Jiangyue Bay, Leizhou dog meat; Or Daojiao's meatballs, chicken, meat and casserole porridge from jiaozi and Chaozhou. It depends on everyone's personal hobbies, and the person you like can arrive within 20 minutes.

In the Wolf Soul, if you are delicious, then you can be willful, because there is no shortage of food here, and you will always find a companion and arrive at any food store I mentioned within 20 minutes.

When there are too many times, it's not why I can't. I'm so tired ... but what am I busy with? Why are you so busy?

I feel like this recently. I feel busy every day. Before going to bed at night, I seriously thought about it, only to find that I didn't even know the purpose of this busyness.

I don't know who I belong to and where the workload comes from. Does it make sense? Is it worth it?

I don't know if I am getting farther and farther away from my original preferences and dreams. I just find time to watch my favorite programs and favorite words every day. If I have more time, I can take notes.

There is no denying that I have learned something in my busy life, but it is unknown whether the fields I don't like will be used in the future even after I have learned them, and whether I will take this knowledge to the road I originally planned.

I haven't eaten with my friends for a long time, but I went shopping with my mother. I think I still need some time to steal a lazy time, bask in the sun in the street, walk through a noisy intersection and listen to those messy but active conversations.

If you give me a forest, a hut and a stream, I think I can live for a long time, but I may not be happy. If you give me a downtown area, a small apartment and a group of partners, I think I can be happy, but not necessarily for a long time. If you were given such a choice, which one would you choose?

My eyes are narrowed and I am sleepy. I want to find a small house with windows and a soft bed. If there is a dear person by my side, so much the better. I think I like chatting lazily, meowing, warm sunshine, not dazzling sunshine. The summer wind gently lifts the pink and white floral curtains, and I think I will like them very much.

In 10, the word "life" can be seen everywhere. Some people say that life is like a cup of hot tea, with bitterness and sweetness; Some people say that life is like a cup of coffee. But I think life is like a circle, simple and beautiful!

We are students in Grade Two now, and we don't have a thorough understanding of life, but in my opinion, there are only two points and one line in life, and the road we have taken is the road we have taken again and again! I always thought that life was very tiring and there was always a heavy burden. Now I understand that this is no longer the case. I think life is simple, but there is no lack of beauty!

Surrounded by 98-year-old students, watching them immerse themselves in reading all day, although it is not for the book's "Golden House" and "Yan Ruyu", they enjoy it! Influenced by them, I also entered the "vigorous". Stepping into the school gate at sunrise every day, the birds on the roadside are called "symphony", a symphony of life. Listening to the sound of reading, I feel as if I were shrouded in knowledge and feel very happy. After a quick lunch at noon, I slept for 20 minutes and returned to the knowledge base-school. We took part in the evening study. With the stars and the moon, we are not lonely, but happy!

Almost every day. It is simple to repeat these things, but there is no lack of happiness in simple haste. The sweetness of tea has been printed in my heart! I am active in the inner circle. Although it is repetitive, I think it is also beautiful!

This is my life, simple but beautiful!

Record Life Essay 1 1 Occasionally, the wolf soul will have an open-air barbecue, and everyone will help themselves if they want to eat anything; If it is hot, we will try to organize everyone to go swimming. There are two choices for swimming, one is in the swimming pool, and the other is in the reservoir or river in the mountains. This is challenging, especially for many girls, who are almost afraid to go.

Of course, in the season when fruits are ripe, if you are still interested, you will occasionally organize to pick lychees, longan and strawberries.

Blessed are the young people who like karaoke. Wolves are full of singers, and even a few times, some people can sing themselves hoarse.

Students who like reading and writing can also find good companions. If you are an English madman, congratulations, you can hold an English feast every day and there must be an audience.

As for the personal life-long events that some people want to solve, I just want to say that it is up to you, girls and boys to exert your infinite charm, and I can't help you.

As for learning management knowledge, sales skills and products, I guarantee that you will gain something every day. If you want to change, you are ready to grow up, and the wolf soul may be more suitable for you.

Write, write, I'm really drunk; It turns out that this is our life in the wolf soul. We can be rich or not. Fruitful partners can be rich. Partners who fail to produce results can only receive a minimum living allowance of 2500 per month. But whether you have money or not, you can still be willful in the wolf soul.