Shitou taste 800-word composition

Shakespeare once said that a man's life is short, but if he lives humbly, his life will be long. When I first read this sentence when I was a child, it was like chewing wax. I rummaged through it when I saw it, and I didn't think about the taste. At that time, I always felt that the time spent with the sediment was too short, and the minutes spent swimming with Astro Boy in the future world passed too fast. Occasionally, I wake up in a soft pillow, thinking that what I feel in front of me is "time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, as short as mud and different from soil", which is what the master called "enrichment".

There is a cold joke: an iron bar saw the embroidery needle passing through clothes, shoes and socks, and was envious and determined to become an embroidery needle. To this end, it keeps rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling on the grindstone. One day, people found an exhausted iron bar on the grindstone and said, "Oh, man, have you lost weight recently?" Ignore him. Take the iron bar and keep rolling. It rolled and rolled, and another day, someone passed by and said, "Oh, embroidery needle, why are you fat?" Iron bars are greatly encouraged. Keep rolling, rolling, rolling. I don't know how many years passed, but people didn't see the figure rolling on the grindstone again, only to find that the grindstone thickened the height of a fingernail. No one knows where the iron bar went and what it became. Only iron bars know that embroidery needles once existed. As Tagore said, there are no traces of birds in the sky, but I flew over.

Zhang Haidi was sick from childhood and paralyzed from the chest down, but she didn't give up her dream. She fought against the disease with extraordinary perseverance and perseverance. Although she could not enter the school, she never stopped studying. In addition to taking the courses from primary school to middle school, she also studied for a master's degree. She taught herself dozens of medical monographs, learned acupuncture and massage, and provided free treatment for more than 10,000 people. In fact, fate is just a blank sheet of paper, and everything is unpredictable. To draw colorful life movements, we must use our brush full of passion and dreams.

Jiongxuan Huang, one of the founders of Goojje, walked out of school in his teens, sold barbecues, worked as a waiter and sold water because of the pressure of life. . . . . As long as the opportunity exists, he is always desperate to win it. Today, with the prevalence of money worship, although Jiongxuan Huang has successfully launched his own search engine and become a generation of CEO, he still hasn't lost his view on his dream. He believes that starting a business is not equal to making money, but more about the realization of dreams. For the society, he not only contributed wealth, but also practiced a truth with actions: I will go my own way, never give up, never abandon, and stick to my dreams, and I will certainly succeed.

I have a great ideal. I draw black and white on the paper day after day, sketching out the patterns in my dreams. The flowing lines in the pen, like roses, open on the thorny road, because they have their own dreams, so they are not afraid. That is, I will draw the world in my heart where I can draw lines, so when my grandmother cleans the table, she always cleans it with colorful colors. It's a pity that after many years, I finally woke up at my pillow and remembered the colorful dream that was locked in my desk cupboard. There are no more colored lines in my notebook, only silent black and white, red lines crossing, and perhaps, there are still some tears of Jiao Ren.

There is a song called "I no longer feel the flame of youth burning". From small to large, we are as full as gardenia in summer, with a faint and silent fragrance and a very fresh and green taste. Perhaps because of the red clouds that spread a few days ago and the storm that is about to return, we scattered a few petals, but this faint silent fragrance will never disappear. Fallen stones are still blooming in dreams, and unyielding stones are still flying high in the sky. We really exist in this changing world, which is a kind of happiness and a dream. Maybe people with a keen sense of smell have smelled the footsteps of the storm, or maybe the yellow sand is just outside the high wall, so what is there to be afraid of? Just like this lonely stone in the deep mountain solved by Zhuangzi, this stone that hopes to soar in the sky like a bird, this stone that Zhuangzi has been puzzled and constantly drawing strength, this stone may have moved when Gong Yu moved mountains. No one can guarantee that it was not Einstein or Wang Xizhi in its last life, and no one can predict that it will not be Beethoven, Dumas or Armstrong in the future. As long as dandelion has a dream of becoming a sunflower in its heart, as long as it is willing to bask in the sun for two rounds day and night, what is the fear of the storm?

It is a stone, which will eventually bloom and fly;

It is a stone, which will eventually bloom and fly;

Even a stone can blossom and fly!