Composition, * * * eight articles

Warmth (1) Warmth is the guiding light in the darkness, which leads people who have lost their way to the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel the coming of sweet winter. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky and a thick quilt is spread on the ground. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand.

Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.

Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male. ...

The doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold.

It is very cold in winter. But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart. I feel warm enough to haunt my life. Warmth (2) Time flies, so you can't stop to savor life. As for "happy events", I seldom notice them.

Happy events, like gossamer, like dawn, like dew falling from the tip of a leaf, like sunset, are ethereal and wonderful. I tried my best to keep it, but it was useless. The whole world became boundless and tasteless.

I hope my lonely heart can be enriched by happy things, so I stepped out of the boudoir alone and went out to look for it. I found a stone bench and sat down, dragging my cheek and staring at the front. A girl in red walked lightly like a swallow, and a memory flashed through her mind.

It's terribly hot. The classroom is like a steamer. Although the electric fan is on, it's useless. After class, the girls took out all kinds of fans from under the desks, sat together and chatted, and the story began here.

"Well, it's too hot. I think it's thirty degrees, don't you think? " A girl who likes to publicize herself most on weekdays said.

"yes! At least thirty-four degrees! " Another girl answered.

"Well, let's wear all the skirts tomorrow! How about it? " I wonder where this sentence came from.

"That's a good idea,' Sue' and you? Also wear? "

Asu is a girl with good writing style. She usually wears some simple clothes. At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Asu, who was sitting quietly.

Asu didn't answer, as if he had answered the request in silence. When she came home from school at night, she put down her schoolbag and ran to the closet to find out the red skirt that her mother gave her on her last birthday. Before going to bed, Asu put her skirt on the pillow with satisfaction and fell asleep sweetly. In the dream, she danced solo under the moon in a red dress, surrounded by admiration and envy.

However, God seems to play a joke on her on purpose. There was a strong wind and thunderstorm at night, and the temperature plummeted, but she was unaware of it. ......

The next morning, Sue put on the red dress and stood in front of the mirror. I don't know how long it took. When she went out, the cold wind kept blowing, and she seemed a little cold. Looking at the sky, the sun is wrapped in impenetrable clouds. Look at the ground. It's full of water. "It's too late to go home and change," she thought nervously. "They will wear skirts? If I am the only one, then ... no, there should be one or two girls in more than 20 classes. "

When she came to the classroom, there were not many people. She sat alone in her seat, waiting quietly, waiting for the girl in the window skirt to arrive.

The classroom is getting more and more lively, but no one is wearing a skirt. "Oh, look, how beautiful!" Sue knows that others are talking about her and what they mean. She looked down shyly at the dazzling red skirt.

"Hey, someone has plastic surgery, and today they are dressed beautifully!" This voice doesn't sound very friendly. "Hey, how handsome!" This sentence is a bit harsh. She shook her head vigorously. She doesn't believe that she, who is famous for her simple clothes, will wear this dress. She felt that every corner was full of strange eyes.

A kind female classmate sensed Asu's idea and said to other lesbians, "Let's all wear skirts this afternoon!" The clever students agreed.

In the afternoon, Sue saw colorful skirts around her. She understood what was going on, filled with joy and gratitude, and finally turned into tears. ......

God, it's overcast as hell, but you can see one meter of sunshine when you open the clouds!

Singing a happy song (1) is the end of the year. I still feel a little reluctant to think of the time when I participated, voted, canvassed, competed, supported and encouraged each other. I got the title of "best writer of the year" as I wished. During this period, my efforts and efforts are indispensable. The most important reason for my success is the support of bloggers. A year has passed. When I see the golden cup in the honor column and the congratulations in the comment column, the first thing I have to do is thank you.

First of all, I would like to thank the school newsletter. This big platform uses the eyes of the masses and reflects the most authentic years. Without this activity, how can you see your true self? If there is no school newsletter, how can there be such a wonderful activity? This is a causal relationship. So thanks to the school newsletter.

Secondly, I would like to thank the teachers, who worked tirelessly at the computer desk, participated in the voting alone, pointed out the problems for us, put forward suggestions for correction, and sent encouraging words when we needed them most, which made us finish the tortuous competition process. Most teachers voted to encourage bloggers to work hard, but they didn't participate. They think honor is secondary. They help us study on weekdays, but they still don't forget to help us. Really touching! Our beloved Cupid Town said that Teacher Yu was tired and ill. I wish him a speedy recovery. Thank you teachers!

The third is Xie Boyou. I don't just thank the bloggers for voting for us, because we have worked together, witnessed our own level and improved our ability. Without the emotional support and efforts of bloggers, how can they have their own achievements? Thank you very much Dear bloggers! What I want to thank you most is that you have taught me a lot of knowledge. Lingquan's endless school ranks first in ICT, which makes us realize a lot, and it is not backward to improve. With its unique writing style, it ranks second. Wang Lin, the through train of current affairs, took us into a wonderful world. As Jiu Chonghao said, the article "like an American blockbuster" not only has a framework, but also has flesh and blood. It's really amazing to appear in front of us. Canon, which specializes in producing tear gas, absolutely makes people burst into tears. Kobayashi assumed the posture of "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers" and became "the best rookie of the year". Of course, there are many bloggers I need to thank, such as Bai Yunpiaoer, Xin Xiaoyu, Su Yaoer, the owner of Linlin, Wei Haoji and so on. Although I can't tell them all (then the computer will explode), I still remember that these bloggers gave me care and support.

At the end of the year, our competition is not over yet. I sincerely hope we can compete again! Come on! Focus on participation, the game comes from me, not honor, let's really compete again! Let's sing happy songs in the new year …

Sing a happy song (2)

I am not a romantic. But I often sing for myself, and when I am happy, I am also very sad.

Life is like this, inadvertently, let us lose a lot, even if we are still young. Lose innocence, lose happiness, lose success, and even lose opportunities for progress. Sometimes when thinking alone at night, the helplessness of life will come like the wind, blowing away the tears we shed because of sadness and fear.

A friend said to me on the phone: Our greatest pain is the loss of life. I smiled and said, no, I said that our greatest pain is to lose ourselves.

Each of us has lost ourselves, distrusted our teachers, misunderstood our friends, failed in exams, failed in our work, and even suffered from lovelorn blows. Let us become silent, decadent, intoxicated and not enterprising. Life at this time is bleak and sad.

However, this kind of gloom and sadness is an emotion set by ourselves, a kind of lost emotion. The sun lost blood and instantly turned into a pale disk, floating in the rolling sea of clouds. Bitter and fragile. However, it soon became popular again, remembering bright and brilliant, full of vigor and vitality. Just like our bumpy and colorful life.

Why don't we raise our heads and sing a song for ourselves? Sing a passion for life and a happy smile.

A writer said: "our life is roughly like this-we want something, but we can't get it, and if we get it, we don't take it as anything." I think this is a very cruel sorrow. Cherish our youth, our health, our lessons and our pain. We should remember to sing a song for ourselves.

I like the quiet life. Calm is not that "Sparrow's Ambition" is not dull, but that there are joys and sorrows, successes and failures accompanied by songs.

I can't get rid of a sentence in the autobiography of ocean liner Taylor. She said: "I kept crying, I kept crying until I had no shoes to wear until I met someone who didn't even have feet." I can't help but die without thinking.

Everyone has deep bitterness and pain, and everyone has his own strength and hope. Whether happy or sad, success or failure, face it, sing a song, sing as much as possible, and burst into tears.

When singing with accompaniment, it is a time of confidence and courage.

Sing a happy song (3)

On weekends, KTV is still very noisy.

In an unremarkable box, surrounded by my primary school classmates. The strong smell of soda fills everyone's nose, and the joy of reunion after a long separation is spreading.

But my mood at this time is overcast: before going out, my mother insisted that I have breakfast regardless of whether I had an appetite or not. Really annoying! How pungent the smell of soda is. The students chattered, which made me feel like I was in a flower and bird market.

"Let's each sing a song for ourselves." I wonder who suggested it. "Cut, childish!" I thought to myself. I saw the students in front take turns to order songs and sing. I feel as if I have been forgotten by dust, and how inconsistent I am with my classmates.

"It's your turn." I was slapped hard on the shoulder. Looking up, a smiling face of Zhang greatly came into view. However, Decline can only stand up listlessly and order songs.

The wonderful notes in the stereo lined up and popped out one by one, and Jay's small eyes were reflected on the screen. The ear is surrounded by: "Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt, and want to grow up quickly ..."

Listen to mom? Listen to your mother!

As if the sun had pried open Bud's heart, I got an electric shock. I sang along like I was possessed. The song is melodious and the rhyme is so clear.

The song is over. I quietly returned to my original position and recalled that morning. Is mom bad to me? She's afraid I'm hungry. Mom, impulsiveness is my fault. I will be obedient in the future!

In an instant, the sky was vast. Soda exudes an indescribable fragrance, and students' voices are like nature, wrapped in deep warmth. It was that song that drove away the haze in my heart. The uncertain sky is like a handy day, and I clearly see the changing scenery.

Later, whenever I had an argument with my mother, I would always sing a song to myself: listen to my mother. Tell yourself: "Listen to your mother!"

I grow up happily (I study, I am happy)

I read, and my happy book is a bright light, which will always illuminate the front for you on the road of knowledge. I like reading books. I like to indulge in the wonderful book world, and the emotions and moods of the characters in the book change with the exciting plot in the book. How wonderful all this is! The whole person is completely immersed in the book and feels as if he has become the protagonist in the book. I am like a happy bee, collecting pollen of knowledge on the flowers of books. So I made many friends: Lu Xun, Ba Jin, Bing Xin, Zhu Ziqing, Lao She and other predecessors. I am lucky to wander in their articles! I remember one time, my mother bought a "Prose of the Four Seasons", and I ran forward and "grabbed" it from my mother, holding it in my hand like a treasure, for fear of breaking it. Open the beautiful book cover. The contents are the sounds of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I was very excited, so I read the catalogue carefully. I decided to read a text that my mother recited when she was a child-Spring by Zhu Ziqing. "Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is near. Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing. The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is calm and the grass is soft. " I seem to feel the vitality given to us by spring! That cute little grass brother is really naughty. "Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all full of flowers if you don't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. When you close your eyes, the flowers are sweet, and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous and unnamed, scattered among flowers, like eyes, like stars, flickering. " What a beautiful description! I can't help but marvel at Mr. Zhu Ziqing's extraordinary writing style. In his works, trees are no longer trees, but the spirit of spring. Flowers, no longer flowers, have become the eyes of spring. I seem to smell a refreshing fragrance: I seem to see heavy fruits covered with branches; I thought, "If only I could write such an article!" I smiled. In the process of reading, I gained not only knowledge, but also happiness. Because you can feel the author's voice from a distance. Read, read, read. It's really like this! Book, you take me to the ocean of knowledge; Book, you take me soaring in the blue sky of wisdom; Book, you took me over the difficult mountain; Book, you take me to play in happiness. Read more green leaves in this warm breeze! I read, I am happy! Let's advocate that everyone study together and strive to be a good boy with sex and learning! Let's grow up happily in the sunshine of books! I read, I am happy!

Changes in hometown (useless acropolis) 1 "Yang Yang, go back to your hometown?" Today is Sunday, and my mother asked me while cleaning up. "Hum! I won't go back. " Say that finish, I turned my head to one side. "Why?" Mom asked me. "What's good about my hometown? The road is muddy. Every time I go back, my shoes are covered with mud. The house where people live is shabby and rotten. If it rains, it will become water curtain cave. I'm not going back! " I answered with an unhappy face. Dad heard what I said and came over with a smile: "My hometown is very different now. You can't always look at things with old eyes! " ""really? Then I will go back and have a look. "I was dragged into the car by my father reluctantly. After more than an hour of bumps, we finally reached our destination. I got off and looked, ah! Is this still my hometown? Why has it changed so much? I saw that the dirt road leading to grandma's house had become a wide and flat asphalt road. Looking around, the roads are covered with leafy young trees, and behind the village are endless green rice fields. Looking at this green paddy field, it feels like looking at a landscape painting. When I came to my grandmother's house, I was shocked by the phenomenon in front of me: is this my grandmother's house? Am I at the wrong door? What I see in front of me is a spacious and bright house with red bricks and green tiles, in which all kinds of household appliances are complete. I remember that my grandmother used to live in a dilapidated house with a broken roof. On a rainy day, I went into the house, and it was raining heavily outside and drizzling inside, even if I took ten pots, it was not enough. Everything in the house is broken except the radio my mother just bought for my grandfather. I haven't seen you for years. Who knows how much has changed in my hometown? What a surprise! When I got home, my grandmother told me, "Thanks to the Party's good policy of reform and opening up in recent years, farmers' lives are getting better every day. You see, the original adobe houses and tile houses have become spacious and bright buildings; The muddy road in the past has become a wide and flat avenue. Every household has bought a motorcycle, and people are heading for a well-off life ahead of schedule! "It has changed! Really changed! Reform and opening up have made people's lives better and better! Changes in my hometown 2 "Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply ... "This land is where we were born and grew up. She has many magical things and beautiful scenery. She deserves our appreciation and admiration. I grew up drinking water from my hometown and eating vegetables from my hometown. Every grass, flower, stone, brick and tile in my hometown makes me feel very kind. Looking back, my heart suddenly surged, and my thoughts unconsciously led me to "want to see the new changes in my hometown."

For more than ten years, in the cry of "developing barren hills and getting rich through hard work" and in the pursuit of "transforming nature and living a happy life", the mountains in my hometown seem to have changed from barren hills and weeds to lush green overnight. These orchards add some color and confidence to the mountains. Whenever the breeze blows, she dances with her sleeves and shows her charm to the world. In the harvest season, the orchard is full of vitality, filled with festive scenery and fruitful results, which can not help but make people cry. Since then, my hometown has gained the reputation of "hometown of citrus".

However, the good times did not last long, and the price of citrus fell year after year. The mountains that have worked so hard no longer contain the joy of harvest, but have become a heart disease for the villagers. Lawn, bridgehead, foothills, ravines ... Looking around, abandoned fruits are full of potholes. Why is this? The leader pondered that the villagers were sad and even the children were worried. Finally, everyone found a unified answer, that is: this road is still this road-a bumpy loess road built more than 30 years ago. When it rains, the road is full of puddles and mud, which makes it extremely difficult for people to walk. On this road, on a sunny day, the thick dust on the road is flying all over the sky with the car, which makes people invisible. The life of "muddy in rainy days and gray in sunny days" is really complaining! Coupled with the steep mountain road, car accidents often occur, so going to the "hometown of citrus" is naturally regarded as a fear of the road by drivers and bosses, which invisibly sets up many checkpoints for the sale of citrus land.

Since then, the voice of "building roads before getting rich" has once again strongly occupied the hearts of hometown people. Just as we were expecting the next "timely rain", the wave of "building a new socialist countryside" swept across the country. In just a few months, a 34-mile-long asphalt road came into view. When we are amazed, we will ask, "Is this just a driveway?" Don't! Now, what is displayed in front of the world is another beautiful picture: the wide and flat road runs through the fields and surrounds the mountains, stretching its graceful posture like a beautiful girl, and people will smile when they see her. Therefore, this is a well-off road and a "popular project".

You see, it's the season of citrus sales again. This time, the villagers saw big trucks all over the country and heard bosses in different dialects. Since that year, oranges have been sold for a long time, the price has gone up, and the villagers are very excited. We are no longer worried about sales. Because of this road, my hometown has hope every year and changes every day. The road is good, and buildings are mushrooming; The road is good, there are high-grade furniture in the building, and the once prominent black and white TV set is gone; The road is good, and the hometown is more beautiful every day; The road is good, and the days of farmers are getting richer and more festive.

Looking at home, change is around. Village roads used to be dusty, but now they are wide and bright; In the past, communication went over mountains and mountains, but now the phone is connected to 10 thousand; In the past, the tile house often leaked rain, but now the new house is much warmer; There used to be a big horn in the village, but now home appliances are diversified.

Look at your hometown and talk about development. Compared with the past and present, the vicissitudes of life have changed greatly. Society seeks harmony, hometown is developing, farmers are richer, and we are still working hard-in order to achieve higher ideals!

Looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers, flowers bloom and grass grows; I can't help crying at the thought of earth-shaking and ever-changing things ... I hope I can help you, (* _ *) hee hee ...!