Turn around and excellent composition

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When I was nine years old, my mother gave me a complete set of Song Ci. Opening this book, I saw Xin Qiji's "Yellow Sand Road Night Xijiang Moon". Reading the poet's works, reading his actions and thoughts, I have a picture in my mind:

When I was a child, my parents took me back to my hometown in Heilongjiang. It was already evening when we arrived at the village, so we couldn't see the whole picture of the village clearly. Grandma's house is in the center of the village, and it's a long way. I'm a little scared. After all, I am only five or six years old and have never walked the mountain road. On the way, I was surprised to see a thatched cottage around the corner. In the summer vacation when I was 8 years old, I came back here. It's already midnight. I took a deep breath of Taoxiang and looked at seven or eight stars in the sky. Ah! It's getting late, and even the cicadas on the branches are asleep. Dew dripped on the bird's neck, and the bird woke up screaming and fell asleep again. Looking at all this, a shallow smile appeared on my face: since it is a bumper harvest year, why not enjoy this quiet and beautiful night alone? At this time, it began to rain, so hurry home! The rain seems to be urging me. I quickened my pace, and suddenly, I remembered the thatched cottage when I was a child. That can shelter from the rain! After walking for a long time, I still can't find it. Turn a corner, ah! It's here. It has never left the other side of the stream, in the corner of the village, in that place of childhood.

Every time I read the last two sentences, there will always be an inexplicable joy spreading quietly in my heart, and a calm and happy mood will fill my heart like rice flowers and make people feel refreshed. Yes, an ordinary joy, bland, but gives a big surprise.

I think this is my favorite state. I don't deny that I am a nostalgic person. What I can't put down in the corner of my heart is "Old Time Maodian". Knowing that you are willing to give up, you can get what you want, but you still keep some memories knowingly. That is the wealth of my life.

Maybe at that time, I was willing to wave goodbye, but it has occupied a place in my heart. This is the most beautiful decision I made and the most beautiful mistake I made. I like leaving it, waiting, waiting for the surprise of "suddenly seeing you when the road turns to the stream bridge". Besides, I don't believe in the afterlife, just waiting for this life one day.

Some people are like two parallel lines all their lives. No matter how close they get, they are just warm strangers. When they meet, they say hello to each other. Here, nothing else. And some people may meet only once in their lives, but they seem to know each other on distant rocks. Even the distance between the southeast and northwest, they can't avoid the fate of meeting each other after a brief encounter, knowing each other and falling in love, but there is no complete reason. After saying goodbye, they safely left everything to time to sort out, and then waited for the next meeting. I can't recite the original words that Yi Ru said. As I understand it, that's what it means.

Sometimes, I think this is a life experience, too subtle and unreal.

The cold wind is blowing violently, whistling and wandering on the earth, and sporadic pedestrians are wrapped in tight temperatures, with their backs to the world.

The sunset in cold weather is dazzling red, but it will only give people a very cold feeling. The geometric function is entangled alone, the basic types are integrated and intertwined, and the auxiliary lines are dense. The clock ticks. The sunshine is a little scattered, and my heart is getting tighter and tighter. The whimper of the cold wind on the window lattice also upset me and made me have no clue. Finally, I got up hard, slammed my pen on the table, let out a muffled sound and turned my head angrily. Since I have paid and gained nothing, why should I work hard?

Gradually turned around, tears flowed in a depression. Outside the window, it is a dead leaf, so slender that it will break when it is easily folded. It is a dead leaf that can't lie on the treetops. Being "turned into spring mud" and dying without resistance seems to be a foregone conclusion. But behind that dead leaf is a small fragile and tenacious green leaf, shivering in the cold wind but standing proudly. A few white, small and pink buds can be seen on the branches. Through the window, I seem to smell a beautiful Leng Xiang spreading in the air, which makes Xiao's winter killer come alive and have the color of life.

It never occurred to me that it was my turn to appreciate the miracle of life in nature. It is just a nameless flower, but it can straighten its body and bloom itself in the most bitter environment. Why can't we be the spirits of all things? I can't help feeling ashamed. Give up without trying. Why should I be young? Why don't you work hard for your ideal? Do nothing every day, will my dream come true? Do you want to regret when you are old?

Turn around and look at parents' earnest expectations for success; Look at the teacher's painstaking efforts to give you endless teachings; Looking at the innocent faces and struggling figures of my classmates ... my youth is a struggle. For the entrance examination, I struggled for countless days and nights, crying, laughing, discouraged and disappointed, but I never gave up. I firmly believe that "hard work pays off." Fight hard with youth, and the tomorrow watered with sweat will be brilliant!

Just in the prime of life, just in the youth, my youth should be countless nights of burning the midnight oil, my youth should be an unreserved struggle, my youth should be a pure time without affectation and hypocrisy!

When you feel at the end of your rope and want to give up, please turn around and look at many beautiful things in life, please turn around and look at those who work harder than you and think about your dreams.

Turn around, take dreams as horses, and live up to your youth!

There is always a need to turn around again and again in life. Turning around is an act and a strategy; It is a change and a realm. This may be the maturity of thought, the choice of wisdom, or the embodiment of value. ...

The choice is to turn around.

Mr. Lu Xun achieved excellent results during his stay in Nanjing Road Mining School, and went to Sendai Medical College to study medicine, hoping to enlighten the Chinese people through medicine. But his dream did not last long, and it was shattered by the harsh reality! On one occasion, in the slide show before class, Lu Xun saw a Chinese detective being beheaded by the Japanese army, while a group of China people stood by and watched. This greatly stimulated Lu Xun. At this time, he has realized that mental numbness is more terrible than physical weakness. Literature and art are the first things that are good at changing the spirit of China people. Therefore, Lu Xun abandoned medicine and went into literature, founded literary magazines, published articles and engaged in literary activities until his death. He succeeded. He freed the people of China from the ideological cage, liberated the spirit and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.

Success or failure lies in turning around.

Li Ning won 106 gold medal and 14 world champions in her sports career. After retiring, he founded the "Li Ning" brand at 1990. "Because China didn't wear a domestic brand when playing, I especially wanted to be a China brand." A small dream is enough to support him to continue his business. He experienced ups and downs and created one business myth after another. In 20xx, Li Ning Company was listed in Hongkong. In 20xx, Li Ning won the title of "CCTV20xx China Economic Person of the Year". Li Ning Company finally grew up and displayed the flag of China in the world sporting goods market.

Li Ning, from a "super prince" to a "business tycoon".

The rich and the poor are turning

Zhang Tiesheng, who jumped the queue in the countryside after graduating from high school, is the captain of the fourth production team of jujube hill Brigade of Baita Commune in Xingcheng County. At the age of 23, he took the national college entrance examination and became a famous hero because he failed to write a blank sheet of paper. Sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment 15 years. After he got out of prison, he didn't get discouraged and gave up on himself. Instead, I started a feed company with others. He worked hard, learned all the relevant knowledge in just half a year, experienced ups and downs, but finally got the result. Become a billionaire.

He, from the "white paper hero" in those days to the billionaire now, has changed in repeated setbacks and hardships, and this extraordinary turning point has realized his own value.

Turning around is also a test. He has many choices: whether to benefit society or harm others; Is chasing dreams or sinking; Don't bow down in the face of difficulties, don't fight bravely, or succumb to the so-called fate? The answer is self-evident.

The wind messed up the hair, the eyes fluttered up and down, and the breeze messed up the hair of the eyebrows. Although the courtyard is whispering in Yan language, the wings in winter are tireless and there is a hint of coolness.

Not fade away, that frozen turn.

After taking a shower, I sat leisurely on the sofa and watched the long-awaited travel drama. Inadvertently, the plot pulled me away. I never noticed my mother beside me. During the eye movement, I found my mother's hand resting softly on her temple. Her eyebrows are very compact, like twisted hemp rope, and there are several deep marks in the corner of her eyes, knowing the years of taking care of him. Her dry mouth was bitten by Qing Wu, with deep tooth marks, dull eyes, full of fatigue and pain.

His mother asked with ease and concern, "What's the matter?" Mother turned around and forced out a smile, but said feebly, "Nothing, just another old habit." I know that my mother's illness is caused by overwork.

So, I will give my mother a soft head. My mother was very obedient and went to the recliner. But just as my mother turned around, the stout Li Hai flew with it, and there was an obvious scar under it. That scar is so ugly that it is embedded in the mother's forehead like a centipede, and the stitched scar can be seen vaguely. My heart can't help but ache, which seems to spread from the depths. I quickly asked my mother what this harmful scar was.

As if recalling a childhood story, my mother said slowly that it was caused by vaccination when I was a child, and the cold wind roared that day. Drilling straight into a person's neck, snowflakes fall on the ground, but they never melt, and many snowflakes overlap. It forms a white satin. Created a unique world in winter. Maybe this is such a cold place. In the distance, an ordinary rural woman was walking with a sleeping baby in her arms. The baby was wrapped in a coat, leaving only a mouth and nose that breathed evenly.

Maybe it's because of the howling wind, maybe it's because of the cold weather.

Mother walked carefully. But because the road was frozen, it slipped with the cotton shoes with few friction stripes. My mother and I fell in my arms without direction. My mother subconsciously protected me with her hands, but a stone drew a twisted arc on her forehead. Bright red blood spilled like water, splashing the flowers of maternal love.

When I came to my senses and looked at the scar carefully, I couldn't help feeling guilty and cherishing it. Thinking of everything my mother had done for me, I looked out of the window and saw a crystal snowflake sticking to the window with a little warm light on it. The water polo has blossomed, and so has the lotus of love.

Ugly scars and loving works of art intoxicated me.

Just as my mother turned around, I felt maternal love.

Turn around and meet this maternal love.

Turn around excellent composition 5 Turn around

Many years ago, I was a young woman who came to a strange city and knew nothing about it. It was not until I met someone that I struggled out of the confused world. A person can be so beautiful.

"Thank you for helping me so much." He said to me. "Nothing." "Let me treat you to a movie." After what he said to me, my heart almost stopped beating. I have been staring at the computer screen for a long time. Send me one. Let me think about it and see if I have time. For a long time, I made an excuse and told my best friend that I suddenly didn't finish my calculus homework and didn't have time to go out. I'll tell him I'm free, okay? However, sometimes things happen to the most important things. He told me that the movie tickets had been sold out. I still remember that day I ran to the gate of the cinema and watched the young man ask the conductor, laughing stupidly. That's enough.

"Thank you for helping me so much." He said to me. "Nothing." "Let me treat you to a movie." After what he said to me, my heart almost stopped beating. I have been staring at the computer screen for a long time. Send me one. Let me think about it and see if I have time. For a long time, I made an excuse and told my best friend that I suddenly didn't finish my calculus homework and didn't have time to go out. I'll tell him I'm free, okay? However, sometimes things happen to the most important things. He told me that the movie tickets had been sold out. I still remember that day I ran to the gate of the cinema and watched the young man ask the conductor. I smiled foolishly. That's enough.

Later, he said that he had a girlfriend, and I smiled and wished him happiness. He said that his girlfriend was pregnant and was going to have an abortion, so I was busy helping him find a hospital. He said he broke up with his girlfriend, so I comforted him silently.

Until that day, he said he would go to France. He said it was romantic, maybe he would meet someone he loved. I looked at him and closed my eyes. I know that if I don't say anything, I will regret it all my life. I said, "Before you go, I want to tell you that I like you for a long time." He looked at me and said, "In fact, I knew for a long time that if we were not married at the age of 30, you could marry me." I don't know that he doesn't love me, but I can't control my feelings. I watched his back until he disappeared, and I waited for you to turn around.

Many years ago today, I also came to France. I am 30 years old and still single. I have been in France for almost a month. I arrived in a small town with pleasant scenery. On a small bridge, I saw a familiar person. He turned his back on me. I watched him and waited slowly. I'm waiting for you to turn around.

Turning to love, like coffee after rain, is irreplaceable. Love in exile, like a broken kite, is the last time.

Our love, like what? Forgive me, I can't describe it. I try to give up loving you, try to forget you, empty my heart and try to start over. But how can true love give up when it says give up and forget when it says forget? True love is irreplaceable. You said being with you was more painful than being with her. Wrong. At that time, we knew nothing. I understand these "pains" as happiness and belong to our happiness, don't I? Love can be more tolerant. I deeply realized that those unhappy people in the past were put into boxes and let them sink to the bottom of the sea and become treasures.

A person's Tanabata is lonely, but I still bless those who have spent Tanabata. People should not be too selfish. ..

When I am happy, I will inadvertently reveal a kind of sadness. A kind of sadness has deeply entered my body, my cells and my bone marrow. I find that liking is sometimes just a habit ... I find that I am not adapted to this society, and I am tired of many things (such as going to bars and discos before). I don't want to do it anymore. Am I old? Well, my heart is getting old. Let the wind blow up my messy long hair, cold heart and cold street. In fact, I really want to ask, what is my position in your heart? I'm not a clown or a joke. I really want to know. Do you know your place in my heart? This is more important than anything. You are my reason to come back, my reason to live, my reason to be strong ~ ~ ~

Turning love, like coffee after rain, is irreplaceable. Exiled love is like a kite with a broken thread. For the last time, our love is like a bright star and a dazzling melody. ...........

After you left, I walked in the familiar street and looked at everything familiar, but I never saw you again. I can't find you even if I look all over the city. Walking the same road every day, doing the same thing, thinking about the only person who misses you. There is nothing but sadness. ...

It's been a long time, every day seems like a year, and you seem to have been gone for a long time!

When I shed my first tear for you, I realized how happy I was to love you. But now, so I would rather let myself go back to the original point. When I returned there with a bloody heart, I realized that loving you was a very painful thing.

Now it's time for me to let go, but I still love it. What should I do?

Therefore, there is only one way to find the breath of your love for me and bury it all the way!

If I had an afterlife, I would be a bird. You can fly freely in the sky, without love, hatred and pain, from south to north, from east to west, and be yourself! I will have a beautiful feather, fanning out the most chic track; I will have a pair of sad eyes and shed my favorite tears!

If there is a next life, I will meet the hunter who gently pointed a gun at me, and I will not fall in love with her again ... because I love you, I will bow my head.

I don't know when I began to hate my parents' discipline and nagging, and I was no longer the obedient girl: I talked back to my parents from time to time and didn't get along well with my parents because my mother often talked in my ear and was upset. She always speaks the East, and I read the West.

I know that nagging and discipline are both love to me. My parents are very strict with me. I always feel that this kind of love contains too many ingredients, which scares me.

But, mom, I love you very much, really.

The sky is like an ink bottle that has been knocked over casually. The intricate blue slowly melts, and the moonlight shines gently into the glass. The room is very quiet. There is a pen sound of my homework and an inconspicuous snoring in the room. Mom is asleep and mom is tired. After a day's work, my mother lay lazily on her side in bed. I looked back and saw that her figure looked very tired. It's autumn, and it's quite cold, so I stand up gently and creep close to the bed. I was shocked, as if I had never seen my mother so carefully. My mother is not old and has no silk, but her weather-beaten face reveals the traces of time. I picked up the quilt and gently covered my mother. Mother suddenly said, "It's good to have a daughter." I was very moved after listening to it, really. Although I always talk back to my mother and often don't listen to her, mom, I love you very much. My love for you is from the heart, without any other ingredients.

When I was a child, because my father worked in other places, I often lived in my grandmother's house. Mom, me, grandpa and grandma have dinner together, and the four of them are happy. I really feel very happy, surrounded by love all the time.

I grew up and went to middle school, perhaps because I was in a rebellious period! When I came back from school, I went home with all my knowledge. I don't want to say a word to my mother. I hung a sign in front of the door, and my mother showed a helpless expression on her face. But my mother respects me very much. Every night, she always knocks first, and then quietly brings me a glass of milk. It took me a long time to discover that this is a kind of happiness. Mom said, "You are just striding forward now. If you turn around and look back, is nagging also a kind of care and love for you? "

I am just a wet behind the ears, but I have learned that every generation of children has many pairs of eyes around them, and they will last forever. Maybe I didn't understand my parents when I was growing up, but every child is growing up. Looking back, it might be better. Parents will always pay attention to themselves behind them, maybe 100 meters away, maybe 200 meters away.

Love is like a flower, which blooms until nirvana and never stops. ...

The 29th School Grass Concert has already started, which is a program dedicated to performing arts for school grass. Really, are you in such a hurry to get married? Get to the point, of course, Chen Xia is also a school hunk! Is anyone unhappy? For our little comrade An An, he also wants to perform a program!

Rossini kept laughing at the thought of Chen Xia's performance, and her laughing voice was hoarse. When Chen An saw her, he came over and said to her in a mocking tone, Miss Qiqi, you are so stupid. Why doesn't Chen Xia perform a program? Are you abusing yourself? "Rossini gave him a white look." Do you care? "

"I really don't care, you are not my girlfriend!" Chen An was naughty and had a cavity.

"Who wants to be your girlfriend? Is it a pig? "

"Yes, it's you!" Blinking naughtily. Rossini threatened to hit him when a sweet female voice said, "Chen An, you have a good relationship!" "Looking down at the source of the voice, a girl with super white skin and watery eyes, Luo Sini was jealous! (Author: No matter how jealous she is, she is not as good-looking, drifting away leisurely ~) However, that beautiful woman is holding Chen Xia's arm. Luo Sini's heart was sour, and love ended silently before it started. She is very unwilling, but what's the use? Chen An looked at the beautiful woman in surprise: "Aunt Molly, why are you back! "Molly smiled and replied," I came back because of Chen! " "Chen An was sluggish for a while, and then he quickly said," Hehe ... "Chen Xia pulled up Mo Liyun and said to Luo Sini," Luo Sini, this is my girlfriend-Mo Liyun. "

Mo Yili held out Sandy's jade hand and said to her, "So your name is Rossini, a lovely name!" " "Thank you, that ... I have something to do. I have to go first." After that, I left without looking back.

A little want to cry, Luo Sini held back her tears not to let it fall, but she didn't listen, just cut her cheek, and the pain in her heart couldn't be poured out, only tears. She thought, idiot, you can't cry. Run to the seat next to Sandy and sit down. Pretend as if nothing has happened, like an innocent person, but have no mind to listen to other handsome guys singing.

long time ...

Rossini suddenly woke up when the host announced that Chen An was singing on the stage.

The light shone on him and he played the piano. There is an inexplicable sadness in this song, which gradually spreads and enters Rossini's heart. I didn't expect a fool who needs batting practice on weekdays to play the piano so gently and quietly, Luo Sini thought.

Gradually, the sadness in the piano music became stronger and stronger, and the gloomy light also added a trace of sadness to him.

A song will come at last.

With a faint sad voice:

Leaving you is not my choice.

How can I leave you?

I said those words of love.

Leaving is a last resort.

I still owe you a lifetime of tenderness.

………………

There are countless sorrows in the song. Does Chen An have unforgettable memories, but he can't see him normally? She thought.

Turn around, you are my dear enemy, and I am your most hateful baby.

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"Where are you going so late?" When she opened the door, her voice floated like a ghost. Shannon turned her back on her and said nothing. Answered her by slamming the door.

This is the way Shannon and her get along recently. They are still in the white-hot stage of the Cold War. Don't want to talk to her, don't want to see her. She is still ill. When Shannon turns around, pale, wrinkled and disappointed eyes will fall into Shannon's eyes. Don't want to turn around, don't want to see. Stubborn.

Eighteen years old, peony-like age, beautiful but stubborn. The peony of that year was driven to Luoyang because of stubbornness and took root. "I can't compare with peony, and I can't stand on my own feet." Shannon can only talk to herself.

Walking on the dark night road, a person walked slowly with small steps, and the dim light stretched Shannon's oblique shadow for a long time. Looking at the night sky with only a few thin stars, my heart is a little cold. Suddenly I remembered lying in her warm arms when I was a child, shaking my cattail leaf fan, looking at the stars in the night, listening to the stories she told in the sky, and falling asleep beautifully. "Oh, really miss us at that time, that's like a real mother and daughter. But now this has become a memory of memories. " Shannon's tears are in her heart.

Raise your eyes and look at the dark path, which leads to the distance. Shannon suddenly stopped and stared. "I saw myself." Yes, Shannon saw herself. Ride hard, afraid of the night. There is always a figure under a street lamp, and her shadow is very long. I saw their shadows merge into one and pass by Shannon. It's a warm breath, my eyes are a little moist, I don't want to, my steps are still walking.

Eighteen-year-old Shannon is rebellious, like a crazy little trapped animal, hurting herself, but putting the blame on others. Give comfort, but as an injury, suddenly fight back, but don't know who hurt her. Rebellion, rebellion, Shannon knew he was rebellious, but there was nothing he could do. It hurts to be hurt, and my heart really hurts. Backstab is in great pain, but some people are in more pain than me. Shannon knows, but pretends not to know. More sad.

The evening breeze blew, and the tears took away the temperature on my face, which was freezing cold. Shannon was crying when nobody was there at night. Cry for yourself or for the shadow hiding behind you. I don't know how long it took. Shannon stood up, walked forward, stood on the bank of the river, heard the banging sound in the shadows, and his mouth rose slightly. It's ten o'clock. Time to go home. The wind dispersed the clouds, revealing the long-lost warm moon. The shadow is hidden in the darkness. Walk back indifferently and walk under the tree. Shannon stopped and suddenly turned around. "Mom, let's go home." Holding hands in the dark, very warm, don't want to let go. ......

"What were you doing standing by the river just now?"

"Why not?"

"Don't stand there next time, girl."

"Mom, I'm hungry. Let's go home and eat noodles. " Hold it tightly, it's warm, and I don't want to let go. ......

Turning around, Shannon saw herself crying under the street lamp. "Let her stay there. Turning around, I found my love. "