Excellent composition in senior high school 1500 words: the primary color of life

Silent wind, gently pull out the cold clouds outside the window; Cold Leng Yue, gently wipe the frost top of Qionglou.

I am holding a jade rabbit in my hand, driving a colorful cloud, stopping in the foggy air, quietly watching this round of Leng Yue, and letting the silent wind dance with the ribbon. When I approached, I touched a chord. Double god was speechless, and the past was vivid. At the moment when I opened my eyes slightly, everything had become commonplace and disappeared. It's still the moon, a cold full moon. It is also a silent gaze, and it is also a lot of inexplicable sadness. Unconsciously, a broken pearl slipped from the corner of her eye and fell into the eyes of the Jade Rabbit, leaving the Jade Rabbit out of the fog and disappearing into the fog.

My Jade Rabbit, you still don't want to be with me after all! When I turned around in disappointment, I was greeted by my dream, my hate now, and the Guanghan Palace, which has trapped me all my life.

Cold palace, cold moon and full moon, empty my heart. A temporary dream is a lifelong regret. Cold and silent, regret faded in the wind and moon with the last touch of low color in my heart.

No, I don't want to make the same mistake!

The fish white in the sky is my oath to break the night, and I am willing to pay the price to find the original color in my heart.

Close your eyes and wave. A colorful arc cuts through the Millennium time and space, and the Guanghan Palace disappears forever at that moment. ...

(2)

There is a river in front of us. One man drew his sword and danced by the river, but stopped short. The sword was drawn and looked at the river silently. Who is he? So familiar, deja vu. I moved forward, suddenly stunned, and there was an overbearing momentum ahead.

prosperous

Raise your sword, face the sky and roar. Only in his moment, a thousand waves were set off on the calm lake, and the momentum of attacking the sky was about to break through. Little oblique waves splashed on my pale face, so cold.

Is it really you? Yi

I flew forward and stopped behind him, only a stone's throw away from him. He looked back slowly, and his eyes were not my thin figure, but endless confusion like the deep blue melancholy of the sea.

He is not Yi.

But why is his figure so like a pole, with the momentum just now, that is nine days of tragic anger. Is he really not Yi? I don't believe it! Maybe a faded heart can't tell the truth from the false.

Close your eyes, wave and open your eyes. He's really not Yi! His name is Jing Ke. For the sake of the prince, he will stab Qin to death in his seat tomorrow.

I silently bowed my head, not depressed, just don't understand. Jing Ke, Jing Ke! You have the same spirit as you, but you have to follow in my footsteps and exchange your lifelong regrets for a temporary dream. Heroes cry, I don't understand. I finally know the name of this river and why it is so cold.

The wind blows and the rain cools the water, and the strong man is gone forever.

(3)

On the temple of the Emperor of Qin, there was a lion's roar, which was both angry and sad. The shocked heaven trembled, and a tear fell for a thousand years. Is that shock or sadness? A green-winged dagger was inserted into Jing Ke's chest. That's a fish intestine sword. ...

I didn't leave Jingke after all! It's not because he looks like Yi, it's just a pity that "the sky is far apart". I want to help him stab Qin in his seat. But my body is too weak. When I open my eyes, Xianyuan is exhausted. How can I help him? This is fate! I am very helpless, and my thin body has become the sharpest artifact in the world, the fish intestine sword.

Who will compete with each other when the fish intestines come out? Unfortunately, many opponents showed contemptuous smiles when they missed. Alas, success also defeated Jing Ke, so the hero's dream was ended by hand. Who can dominate? Jing Ke raised his sword, roared, and thrust it into his heroic chest.

Blood, along the blade, slowly penetrated into my dry heart and gradually dyed the blank left by my faded heart. The fusion of blood and sword created the most unprecedented tragedy in the world. I finally understood the hero's sad song with my heart!

A heroic elegy written in the deepest blood is not played for the sake of fame or fear of powerful people, but for the sake of the prince who cares about the country and the people, the suffering people and the stability and prosperity of the country. Hot-blooded and loyal soul roared tragically at the cruel Qin Huang!

Jing Ke looked up at the sky, took his last breath, roared again, and drew his sword. Only in an instant, full of boiling blood, full of sincerity to the prince, love for the people, and loyalty to the country, gushed from the sword mouth, but refused to land in this land of many emperors, spilling blood and rain all the way to the sky.

On the edge of the western paradise, a red sunset glow seems to last forever. That's Jing Ke's blood I'm looking for. ...