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Another day. Everything on the earth is particularly vibrant and full of vitality against the sunshine. Look, they are all pouring out their hearts to each other!

On the big tree, some chickens are chirping in their nests. Soon, mother bird flew in from a distance, with a few bugs in her mouth. Mother bird flew to the nest, put down the worm, and then several birds scrambled to eat it. At this moment, mother bird seems to say to the tree, "I want to thank you." Without you, we wouldn't have such a warm home and such a happy life. "

In the garden, flowers compete with each other, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. Everyone is using their beauty to attract tourists from the past to watch, but the green leaves are pale and do not please tourists at all. So the green leaves seem to say to the flowers, "Why are you so cute and I am not cute at all?" The flowers answered the green leaves and said, "Actually, I want to thank you, because without your foil, I wouldn't be so beautiful and charming." Without you, I will lose my luster and become ordinary. "

The afterglow of the sunset shone on the river, giving off bursts of light, and there was silence all around. However, underwater is another scene: small fish swim happily in the water, free, carefree and happy. The track they crossed, with ripples, formed a beautiful carol of joy, adding a lot of laughter to the calm and dreary river. The little fish seems to say to the river, "You gave us the hope of survival and the space for entertainment. I can't live without you, let alone have such fun. "

Pour out your heart, you can no longer feel lonely, you no longer need to bury your pain in your heart and bear it alone, it can make your life shine!

My heartfelt composition is 600 words

Mom and Dad, do you know your daughter? Do you know how I feel? -inscription

Mom and Dad, do you know that there is a feeling called heartache? Daughter, I don't know if you have ever felt it, but I hope you will never feel it! Daughter knows what heartache is like. That's worse than getting sick. Illness can still be treated, and it will get better slowly. However, heartache cannot be cured by any medicine. Otherwise, my daughter wouldn't be in such pain. As the saying goes: "Heart disease still needs a cardiologist." My daughter has such a prescription to treat heartache, that is, mom and dad should not quarrel, and * * * should share the burden of supporting the family and make our home full of warmth.

This prescription may be difficult to implement. After all, when you quarreled, you didn't have the leisure to find me heartbroken. I haven't found it yet, so I can't talk about treatment. Every time you quarrel over a trivial matter, my heart aches. It feels like there are thousands of needles stuck in my heart, which really hurts. It hurts so much that I can't cry, but I let my tears flow silently.

I know I'm not the only one who feels this heartache.

Brother gave up his studies because of your quarrel, causing trouble everywhere and indulging himself;

Sister, because of your quarrel, her study has regressed, and she has changed from a top student to an average student;

Even my 12-year-old brother is mischievous because he lacks your love. He spends every day in the internet bar and doesn't study hard.

Because of your quarrel, I became silent and didn't like to communicate with others. All I know is to work hard and make up for the emptiness with study.

Entering junior high school, the study and broadcasting rooms are very busy, and the time to go home every week is even less. I am always in high spirits every Saturday. I have many things to tell you. But every time I go home, such a precious day is wasted. You always quarrel, which makes me not only unwilling to say anything, but also unable to read any more. This kind of thing always happens, which makes me hate going home. Even if I want to go home every week, I can …

Mom and Dad, I really hope to have a warm and harmonious home, just like all my classmates. Every time I go to a friend's house, I envy and hate not to leave.

Mom and dad, don't make us sad again. I just want to say that my daughter really hopes that I can receive the treatment of love and recover soon. ...

My heartfelt composition is 600 words

Sometimes, what I want to say to you is hard to say in my heart.

I really want to open the skylight in my heart and tell you ... I failed in the middle school entrance examination. I cried, and in every starry night, many companions told me not to care too much. But don't pay too much attention to what I really want to say. I have to care. Every day, I will look at the place not far from the balcony. It is tall and sacred. This is my dream school, so close, but the gap is so far. I know that failing the senior high school entrance examination means that you will lose face again, count your money, and then bow your head and beg for help, so that I can get into that school. I know you've always hated bowing your head. In front of others, you are always cocky, but you do something for me that you don't want to do. I know you're having a hard time again. When I was in junior high school, you bowed your head like this. Sometimes, the word "sorry" really can't be said, because there is a deeper regret than sorry, which once again makes you unable to lift your confident and firm head. In fact, you will be disappointed. I always live up to my expectations, and tears will blur my vision with overwhelming power ... When I was a child, you always let go of hope, but all you can save is anxiety and disappointment. Now you throw this kite string far away, but today, disappointment seems to reappear. Watcher beside me, when will you be full of despair?

I suddenly remembered a person like you: stubborn but tolerant, conscientious and responsible, but always unable to get the love of others. This is because you speak directly. It is this directness. I have always been afraid that others will misunderstand this directness, so I will reconcile with you. Such people will be lonely and always see your lonely back. I often lie on the balcony and look at this lonely figure alone-loose clothes. In fact, there will be a lot of space inside, and the protruding blue veins will shuttle freely on the big hands covered with cocoons. The white color has been quietly afraid of the hair tips, and it looks so pale and weak in the sun. I don't think this figure will disappear in my sight, which will probably alleviate a lot of your loneliness. ...

Tonight is another cough, a cough, which seems to constantly remind me that you have been run over by the traces of time, and every cough is so worrying. 14 years have passed, but you haven't been able to show much smiling face, just adding a lot of indignation and trouble. Every day after that, there is no guarantee that you will smile, at least, there will be no wrinkles when you are angry.

My heartfelt composition is 500 words.

I listened to Rollin Wang's "Mom and Dad". As the lyrics say, I seemed to hear my own voice. Besides, I also saw my true self.

I have always been a typical good girl in the eyes of adults, and I never do anything that adults don't allow me to do. Therefore, I will always be a child in the eyes of my parents. But what they don't know is that I actually want them to let go and stand up and face everything by themselves.

Once, my parents were not at home, and I wanted to eat apples. I just want to wait until my parents come back. But on second thought, this is a good opportunity to exercise. So he took the initiative to pick up the fruit knife and prepared to "try the knife". I have an apple in my left hand and a fruit knife in my right. Put on a posture and start to act. At first, I didn't know the red coat. But under the urging of time, I have to speak at will. Then, I continued to peel down along the slit. Seeing that the milky yellow land has occupied most of the red land, my heart is full of joy. But at this moment, the pride in my heart made me push too hard and let the knife pierce my finger through the apple. Suddenly, blood was smeared on the wound. After the wound was cleaned, I put on a band-aid and went back to the kitchen to clean up the mess. After packing, you have to hold back. You can do it well. So I dug out iodine and cotton balls. I held back the pain and soaked a cotton ball in iodine. I told them what just happened. They were surprised and angrily blamed me and said, "Adults are not allowed to go into the kitchen in the future. Don't touch the things inside. " I feel very wronged, parents. I have grown up and I am no longer a child.

"... mom and dad, did you hear that? This is my daughter's heart. You taught me to be strong. Give me the wings. I can fly. I fly. "This song is over, and my thoughts are still there. The wind blew through my face, and I looked up at the sky, full of thoughts: Mom and Dad, when will you open the "cage door"? Let me go, let me be independent, birds belong to the sky. Believe me, in the near future, there will be a more vigorous posture in the sky, and that is me.

My heartfelt composition is 500 words.

"Today's children always don't study hard and don't understand their parents' hearts at all. "Adults say so.

"Adults nowadays should always compare, always say that other people's children are excellent, and always compare others with us." A child said so.

"Mom, I want to add the' Ten-year College Entrance Examination' as a QQ friend."

"Let me see his space first, and it's not too late to add it later." Mom strolled by. I looked at the computer helplessly, so I got out of the way and gave the mouse to my mother. My mother read the log of the "Ten-year College Entrance Examination" for a while and couldn't help exclaiming: "Look at others, math 138( 150), English 123( 150), Chinese 65438+. Distance to Tsinghua University admission line 12 minutes. Look how good this big brother is. You are only in elementary school now, how can you compete with your peers in the future? " When I heard this, I was furious and thought, you praise others and always belittle me. I suppressed my anger and asked my mother, "Can I add him as a QQ friend?" My mother readily agreed, and while I was operating the program, I thought suspiciously: My mother had always opposed me going to QQ, let alone adding others as QQ friends. Why am I so frank today? After a while, we became friends and we chatted for a while. I found out that he is a special student in Olympic Mathematics, and he studies very well. He was recommended to a key university. I had a good chat with him, but I didn't expect my mother to say, "Look at your grades and compare them with others. Do you think you can get into a good junior high school? " This is like adding fuel to the fire. Mom added: "Nowadays, children always don't study hard and don't understand their parents' hearts at all." I was just about to refute, but I swallowed back: "Now adults always compare, always say that other people's children are excellent, and always compare others with us." "

This unspoken sentence has been lingering in my heart. I have my self-esteem and my own future, but why should I look at others everywhere? Why do my parents not understand me so much? What should I do? Obey your parents or yourself?

These two ideas overlap in my mind and shake before my eyes. ...

the second

The rainbow in my heart

Rain is the trace of wind, wind is the information of rain, and rainbow is the beauty after rain-inscription.

A drop of water, a small river, passed through the steep and winding cliff, experienced the bitterness of wind and waves and sails, and finally merged into the sea, setting off the blue brilliance of the endless sky, showing the beautiful scenery of water leaving the clouds.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the sea, a drop of water is humble, but it guards the rainbow in the heart and finally merges into the sea, making the sea wider and bluer.

We are humble inside, and it is always hard to imagine that a beautiful butterfly is transformed from an ugly caterpillar, that a "levee of a thousand miles" will "collapse in an ant nest", and that a small dandelion will have such a strong vitality. ...

In fact, life has never been humble and noble, and humility is just an imagination imposed by people. When people define humble things as waiting for the rainbow in their hearts, life will become beautiful and noble!

When the painter put a mole on Zhaojun's face, the national beauty and fragrance were no longer beautiful, but a "green grave" was created. In feudal society, Zhaojun was just a humble maid-in-waiting, but she waited for the rainbow in her heart with an unyielding and arrogant heart. "She went out of the Purple Palace into the desert", but she was humble, but she let the Han Empire recuperate for decades, keeping a low profile.

Perhaps in the eyes of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Sima Qian was just a historian, and then Monta's "gift" became a eunuch. People around him looked at Sima Qian with strange eyes, but he still persisted, and finally created Historical Records, which was praised by Lu Xun as "a historian's swan song, leaving Sao without rhyme", creating a precedent for China historiography. While waiting for the beautiful rainbow in his heart, a stone tablet in the history of China has been built.

Qu Xiaoxue, an ordinary American student. In the eyes of Edward, a banker with great wealth and power, she could not be more humble. But it was this humble international student who supported her dignity with her body, and finally she won. The so-called noble Edward publicly apologized and paid $5,250 to the "humble" people of China. Xiaoxue dismissed it, tore up the dollar and threw it into the sky. At that moment, a rainbow of China people's dignity rose in a foreign land.

Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, they are humble, but they are neither humble nor humble, guarding the beautiful rainbow in their hearts and finally making people sit up and take notice. Yes, life is not humble. As long as you have life and try your best to protect the rainbow in your heart, your life will become beautiful and noble!

Let those who pretend to be noble open their eyes and see you clearly. ...

The rainbow in my heart

Yunchen, Class 3, Grade 3.

Friendship, like a clear spring, will always cleanse my heart; Friendship is like the sun, always warming my heart; Friendship is like a breeze, which always soothes my heart. The friendship in my heart is a rainbow in my heart, hanging high, beautiful, charming and colorful.

I still remember that chemistry class, because the content of chemistry class was complicated and difficult to understand, and my notes were messy. I borrowed a chemistry book from my childhood and thought about it against my notes ... After a few classes, I was surprised to find that Xiao was anxiously flipping through the books on the desk, not knowing what he was looking for. He came over anxiously and asked me if I had seen his book. What he said is very vague. I thought I was looking for an exercise book. I said I didn't see it. I continued to do my homework and spread out several books, but I was surprised to see two chemistry books at a glance. When I opened the title page, his name caught my attention. This is actually his book. I suddenly remembered to borrow books from him, and my heart was full of anxiety. What would he think if he gave it back now? He must think that I am a man of bad faith. Will he scold me? Will you alienate me from now on? Has our friendship ever broken down? Thought of here, my heart is full of contradictions, very anxious to smash my forehead with this book, so that I will never be negligent again. Embarrassed and self-blaming, I walked up to Xiao A, returned the book to him, and apologized to him with guilt, but he didn't mind saying, "It's nothing important, just a book. Don't worry about it. " We laughed at each other, only to feel the warmth around us, and our laughter was so lasting and lasting. ...

If friendship is lost, then spring grass grows and the sun is warm. At first glance, it will only become a bleak and desolate scene; If you lose friendship, even a comfortable and happy life will become empty, lonely and boring.

Friendship is the desert shade in everyone's heart, the breeze in summer and the charcoal fire in winter, which can warm people's life. It is a rainbow in everyone's heart. Encouragement after setbacks and comfort after failures can light up a person's life.

The rainbow in my heart

Chen Long, Class 3, Grade 3.

There is a light in my heart, colorful, dotted with my life path. Only with it can I succeed. I call it "the rainbow in my heart".

On the road of life, we have to experience many failures, be optimistic and brave to challenge, cut the failure under the horse and be a "winning general" on the road of life.

It's sunny today, and the sun shines directly on my face through the transparent glass, which makes me feel particularly comfortable. With the bell ringing in physics class, my mood began to be happy. Everyone left the classroom in an endless stream and ran to the playground to go to physical education class. On the playground, laughter. The PE teacher said with a basketball in his hand, "Practice basketball today." Hearing this sentence, my happy mood plummeted at once. Basketball is my weak point in sports. How nice it would be to practice jumping goats! That's my strong point. But you must obey the teacher's arrangement.

Therefore, the market leaders are all envious when they see their aggressive appearance, each holding a basketball. And I was the leader, but I got cold feet and became the tail. I can make a two-and-a-half-step layup, but I always miss because I am small. I shrink behind others to avoid this exercise, but I still can't escape the teacher's "critical eye". The teacher said, "Why don't you practice?" I said, "I won't." The teacher's eyes became stern and said, "I haven't practiced." How can I say no? " Alas, "you want me to die, I have to die", so I have to go to the "battlefield". So I practice with a basketball. Dribbling was good at first, but when it came to the inside, the ball was not good. My hands trembled and I only saw the ball thrown into the air, and I couldn't even touch the basket. I frowned and could only lament the injustice of fate. The other students finished their tasks and went to participate in free activities. Only I have to practice. The teacher said sternly, "Practice until you succeed." I went back to the starting point, one, two, three ... all failed, and my face was sweaty. The teacher gave me an impatient look. There is a voice in my heart shouting: work hard, you can do it. Don't let the teacher look down on you. So I went back to the starting point and rushed inside. I don't know when my hand was full of strength, and the ball went up. I turned several times on the basket. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the teacher smiled at me. After class, I went back to the classroom sweating profusely and looked at the sky, feeling very happy. At this time, there seems to be a charming rainbow in the sky. I think this is the rainbow in my heart.

When you fail, never give up and face it optimistically. I believe there will be a turn for the better. Smile in the face of failure, and the rainbow in my heart will always hang in my heart.

The rainbow in my heart

Mao of Class 3, Grade 3

Fantasy, colorful, gorgeous, directly hit the heart of beauty. This is the shock left by the rainbow, and it will also be the best memory of this youth. ...

After a short meeting, we broke up in a hurry, and unconsciously, things changed. We entered the third grade, only to find that the busy schedule really flies, and the mid-term exam is coming soon, and the pace of the mid-term exam is coming to us.

Looking back on these three years, every day is full of aftertaste, laughter and sadness, like a densely stitched rainbow embroidered on this road of life.

That dazzling red is inexhaustible enthusiasm. Although we are usually so noisy, our enthusiasm for unity has never been lost to any class. When I recall the school sports meeting, I tried my best to cheer, and even went to the radio station to borrow a microphone to shout for cheer. Of course, our grades are far ahead, so it is not a problem to get a good place in the sports meeting. Now, every morning on the playground, we are the fastest and the fastest. Sometimes, we will stand on the chair and give the loudest applause to the students who perform at the literary evening. Even if the singing is not the best, it doesn't matter The important thing is that collective honor is above everything else. Our enthusiasm is like a blazing flame, burning every day worth embracing.

That warm orange is a bright smile. Looking back on these years, there are some interesting pictures that still make me smile. I remember joking with my deskmate "parrot" in the second day of junior high school, writing an article "My deskmate" as a weekly diary, exposing the shortcomings all over the sky and discussing what would happen after writing "Old Class". The results actually spread in the classroom, and everyone had only one reaction-laughing, leaning forward and leaning back, striking the table and stamping their feet. Even now, when I look through it, I still can't help being happy ... of course, there are many casual clips that make people laugh. Our smiles, like bright sunshine, filled every corner we walked through.

That quiet blue is the ambition to fly to the sky. Looking back on these three years, we have worked hard. In order to get good grades, everyone works hard. In the summer afternoon, it should be very lively, but it is particularly quiet because of the approaching of the big exam. Quiet enough to hear each other breathing. The pine tree outside the window is particularly solemn at the moment and feels a sense of pride. As we hoped, we achieved good results. Our ambition is like a raging sea, impacting everyone's heart.

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Colorful colors are the infinite feelings brought by junior high school, as dazzling as a rainbow. That rainbow, from the ground across the blue sky, is beautiful in an instant; Those years, starting from this buried heart, are short but eternal.

After a long time, I think everyone will miss the youth that we walked hand in hand and the dance that wandered in the rainbow.

I found it online,

It should help you,

Landlord, ask me if I have it.