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Talk about my composition 1 loneliness makes me mature; Loneliness makes me face heaven and earth; Loneliness makes me face my heart; Loneliness makes me face life. -Inscription Loneliness I decorate my world with romance; I am influenced by elegance; Support my life with faith. I sing my poems in my world; I express my feelings in my exquisite diary, I fly my boundless reverie in the soft moonlight, and I capture romance on the quiet stone road; I feel my dream in the drizzle. I even thought: My world only needs a book, a cup of tea, a window, a lamp and a quiet room. In the dead of night, I dream in my sky. I use colorful dreams as wings and let them fly freely under the blue sky and white clouds. Even if lonely, still beautiful!
Loneliness makes hungry people taste the hardships of struggle and the joy after hardships; Loneliness lets me know how to keep my mind young during the long journey. I, with only a lonely wind, go to the unknown distance alone, and advance to the boundless and distant confused horizon. Not for anything else, just for me to have a breathing space, not to travel long distances, not to sleep in the wind; If nothing else, the heart that has been stabbed by the sword of reality for thousands of times and is still sitting in pain; Not for anything else, just for the expectation of that lonely heart.
Through the long time, space and night, just wait for my feet to take the first step of the journey, and the ruthless wind and frost will soak my black hair one by one until it becomes white frost, but even so. I am still searching, without stopping, looking for my loneliness, my ideal and my dream. Even if lonely, still persistent!
Loneliness makes my life mature. Life is made up of many emotions, big and small, and each emotion represents a kind of maturity. After ups and downs, in my lonely world, savor every setback and every joy. The feeling I get is the richest gift that life gives me!
Loneliness taught me the value of life. That is a high degree of spiritual self-denial and persistence. This is also my eternal goal. Lonely I am not the best, but lonely I am the most persistent.
Comments: Loneliness is not loneliness, loneliness is not sinking; Loneliness is meditation, loneliness is persistence. Stick to a beautiful dream and a beautiful life. The language is elegant but not rigid, and the artistic conception is elegant but not warm.
Tell me about myself. I am me, a fireworks with different colors.
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Occasionally, on a sunny afternoon in autumn, I met an old friend. After greeting, she suddenly stared at me for a long time and said, "Yujing, I found that I never saw through you."
Didn't see through me? I was puzzled, but when I thought about it carefully, I suddenly felt a little shocked. Yes, I'm at a loss. I don't even know myself.
What kind of person am I? Am I quiet or noisy? The wind was blowing head-on, and my eyes narrowed. It seems like a long time ago, I just sat here, and the sunshine was so warm. What books did I read at that time? It seems to be Dickens' Oliver Twist. There seems to be a group of children playing in the open space in front of us, and there is no me in that laughter. I seem to be very quiet, just looking at the book calmly.
But it seems that I am not quiet. The wind blew through my hair and through the fog, and the campus playground appeared in front of me. Ruijun and I walked hand in hand on the playground, with innocent and lovely smiles on our two tender faces. Or on the way after school, Jiang Hui and I chat with each other, talk about our feelings, talk about interesting things in the class, and the pace is relaxed; What's more, Ke Huan and I were busy in the cake room, making fun of each other. I am not quiet. I seem to be outgoing. I have many friends.
Perhaps, I make public again, running wildly in the rainy season of youth. I am like a hedgehog, stabbing myself, hurting others and hurting myself. I tried to pull out the wind with my fingers. I tried to stop the clock with my finger. Is that me? Who are you standing in front of and stabbing you in the heart with merciless words? That faintly visible figure made me flinch. I hate to believe it's me. That arrogant girl, that girl who doesn't know how to take care of her parents, no, no, that's not me, that's not me!
As if something flashed through my mind, I suddenly woke up. I raised my hand to block the harsh sunshine, so I fell asleep sitting in a chair in the corner. Think about me once, my personality is messy and complicated, but what does it matter? I smiled softly. Let bygones be bygones. The point is now! Just like Hua Chenyu sang, laugh heartily and cry calmly. I am me, a dust scattered by fireworks.
I brushed the fine hairs off my forehead with my fingers. I'm complicated and simple. I don't care what others think of me.
Because, I am me, fireworks of different colors, the sky is boundless, I want to be the strongest bubble!
With the passage of time, I have left my leisurely primary school life and stepped into a full and tense junior high school life. When you enter this strange environment, of course, you should introduce yourself comprehensively!
I am like a stationery bag.
Why a stationery bag? Although it is not big, it can hold everything. In the six years of primary school life, my stationery bag can hold friends with different personalities.
I am lively and cheerful, and I have a good temper. When others are still hesitant to introduce themselves, I have had a good time with my deskmate. Although she is quiet and introverted, I am still cheerful and can't help giggling. Look at my friends, some are ostentatious and some are taciturn; Some speak directly, while others speak euphemistically. Anyway, I can play with them and talk about what happened on campus.
I am like a gel pen.
Neutral pen, conscientious, busy and orderly. In my study, I am like this. I am serious and careful, and I am not careless at all.
Every time I study, I will make a plan and carry it out in an orderly way. Every day, my study is very busy and full, and my Chinese back is tired, so I go to study math. Studying is very tiring, but it will never affect my interest in it. Because it is very substantial, you can also see the return. In the exam, making full use of this knowledge can make me get excellent grades and get the satisfaction of overcoming myself; In life, using language skills, speaking and speaking will have more and more cultural connotations.
An eraser like me.
Eraser, the courage to correct mistakes, very straightforward. I like it very much. When I correct my mistakes, I always have no reservations, but sometimes I get misunderstandings.
My deskmate asked me if she did it right. As soon as I saw it, I told her bluntly, "You have miscalculated this number. How simple it is to calculate I didn't expect anything worse than my calculation, haha! " I was joking, but she thought I was laughing at her and ignored me for several days. I felt guilty at the thought that my words hurt others, so before she made up with me, I took the initiative to admit my mistake and apologize to her. This incident also taught me that friends should be friendly and help each other.
This is me, a fresh and rational me, a unique me!
I'm afraid to look in the mirror.
Yes, I'm afraid. Or, I'm afraid of myself.
I dare not look in the mirror when I am alone, but I like to sit in bed alone in the middle of the night and look in the mirror. Look, I am such a contradictory person.
During the day, I have a fear of mirrors, which reminds me of a large group of corpse-eating insects shuttling through a rotting corpse. Those ghouls got into the eye hole, passed through the head, and then came out of the stomach. That body was me.
What am I afraid of?
I often think about this problem. As for the mirror, it is a nightmare that haunts me. I will be afraid that something will suddenly climb out of the mirror, I will be afraid of the image emerging from the mirror, I will be afraid of my body, or I will escape.
I'm avoiding this fear.
I was afraid of those beautiful butterflies when I was a child, but I was afraid when I grew up. I just never dare to look at those black or white butterflies with my hands and crush them to death, but I still dare not touch other colors. Later, I was afraid of my hair, so I simply cut my hair when I was in junior high school. This makes me feel unsafe. In fact, my favorite plants are thorns, all kinds of thorns. I like to tear off the thorns one by one and watch its bare branches dangling in the air, and then I will sincerely smile. But only I know what I like and fear.
I laugh most of the time, but if you know me, you will find that I don't laugh when I am really happy. Obviously, no one knows me. I should be the only one in my world. Why should I? Because it seems that no one has ever come in, and I enjoy it. I won't share my secrets, and I don't like to know others' secrets. Even my best friend doesn't know any of my secrets.
I am selfish.
In my mind, I am the first, and then my family is the second. Surprised? There are only two people in my heart. What do I care about other people? In this era, who can communicate with each other heart to heart?
I almost died three times.
I first learned to ride a bike when I was five years old. Unexpectedly, I fell into a river. The river is not wide, but it is deep. The faint green water scares me. I tried to catch the big tree next to me, but it was in vain. I feel my little body sinking. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was the water that quickly closed and choked my nose. The weather is cold and cold. Later, he was saved by a deaf-mute old man. If it weren't for him, you might not have read this article. I clearly remember everything that happened that day. I clearly remember that there were many people on the shore just before I fell into the water. They looked and looked.
After that, I don't have all the memories before that day. Those distant times never seem to come into my life.
My world is pure white, or pure black, but I know it will never have other colors. Don't ask me why, I don't know.
I saw the sky from the water. It is the kind of clear water. When I look up from the water, the sky is very low, as if it were just above my head. The water waves are swinging, even the sky is swinging. I was immersed in water and looked at the clouds through a thin layer of water. They are not like cotton candy or absorbent cotton. They are more like crawling pure white larvae, close together.
I have also seen the reflection of the sky in the water. It is very dull, not as blue or pure white as the sky you can see when you look up, but it is dyed into a dark gray that is almost black, making it deep and dull.
The sky expresses another gesture in this way, just like a cheerful and sunny person suddenly becomes deep and melancholy, which often makes you feel at a loss.
See, this is the habit.
Like most people, I like living in the city. Because I am used to noise and noise, to the poisonous sunshine here, they have crawled over my whole body through my skin, to the slightly polluted air here, to some people passing through my blood, and to some incomprehensible things.
I am in a glass jar. The bottle is open, but I feel uneasy and flustered. I slapped my hand on the inner wall and screamed in horror. However, passers-by just gave me a cold look and then hurried by with a straight face. There was a man outside who seemed to want to help me, but he just hesitated and walked away. The hope in my heart was washed away before it was lit. I tried to climb up the glass bottle and then jumped down from the bottle, but I only climbed halfway and slipped down. So I sat at the bottom of the bottle and gasped, only to see a large group of people around me, looking at me blankly and talking from time to time, as if I were a clown acting.
These people are really boring.
I don't like sadness. Like most people, I like a happy atmosphere. As for why you asked me to write so many sad articles, I can only say that I copied them completely according to other people's languages and ideas. I admit that I can't write a good article. Like this article, you can take it as a joke. I know that when you read this article, you will laugh and laugh at my article, just as I will laugh at your happiness or sadness or happiness, but I must tell you that this article records my mood, my happiness, my sadness and my few thoughts.
Like most children, I love the Internet. I like playing with drift bottles, watching them write down their feelings in the bottles, and I pick them up and reply to them with a relaxed smile. Up to now, I will prepare a lot of transparent bottles and a lot of colored paper, and then write a word or two of blessing to the owners of the bottles I receive, so that they can be packed in bottles and floated along the river. This is the real drift bottle. Whenever this time, I will look at the direction of the drift bottle and bless them in my heart. And I sometimes write some words myself, black on a white background, and then put them in a bottle and throw them into the river. I don't know where it will drift, but I know it will take my mood to a distant place, maybe it will be picked up, or it will become a secret that no one will ever know.
My name is Li Xinyue, my nickname is Yuanyuan, and my English name is Dolly. I am five years old and I am a chicken. But I always say that I belong to rabbits, because I like rabbits best, and three words can't be separated from rabbits. I am a lively and lovely little girl, and I have many hobbies. I like reading.
I am reading a book about 56 nationalities recently. Dulong people still embroider on their faces! Hezhe people wear fish fur coats. I like Uighurs best. The little girls there wear a lot of braids! I like painting, I like colorful oil pastels, and I like drawing little dolls and rabbits. My mother ordered my paintings into a book and gave me a nice name "Most Paintings". Each of my paintings is a beautiful story. I told this story and my mother helped me write it down. I can sing, especially English songs. I have learned all the songs in the six volumes of hellotededy Family Edition, because I have a step-by-step reading machine, and it is really easy to learn a foreign language. I often play puzzles. I have a box of numbers and a box of letters. I solve puzzles so fast that my mother can't compare with me. What I like best is language performance. I can say Allegro Tianjin, Lotus Falls in Taiyuan and Tongue Twisters.
When I was three years old, I participated in "Flying Dreams" and won the gold medal in the China National Youth Talent Show. At the age of four, he participated in the top ten gold medals of the parent-child group of ancient poetry in Taiyuan Children's Art TV Competition. I'm on summer vacation now, and I've been a child in a big class since I started school.
There is such a person, I know him too well. He is modest and ordinary in his class.
Others think he is introverted because of his chubby appearance. Because fat people generally don't like to communicate with others, others will say that he is fat and will hurt his self-esteem. ) But he is just the opposite. He is outgoing and cheerful. He likes chatting with his classmates, playing practical jokes and playing tricks on others.
He has many hobbies, first of all, table tennis. Let's talk about his tenacity in playing table tennis, let alone his skills. Whenever he has time, he invites some people who live next door to the square to play table tennis. At first, he didn't know how to play. Later, he got up the courage to ask the Chinese teacher. So, his Chinese teacher taught him to play table tennis at the physical education class and learned the movements and essentials of each serve. Sure enough, his technology has made rapid progress. Now I am in junior high school, and I have a lot of homework to write and words to recite. So he doesn't play table tennis much now.
He also likes to make friends, especially with people who say that playing cards is against common sense, such as Zhou Zeyu, Zhou Yuheng, Zhang and Shi.
He also likes crying. No matter big or small, whenever teachers and parents talk about his bad side and criticize him, his nose will turn sour and then he will start to cry. The tears, not to mention a big basin, a mineral water bottle can fill his tears. The crying is comparable to the "lion roar", and almost two classes next door can hear it.
His dream is to be an inventor. I asked him why he wanted to be an inventor. He said, "I want to be an inventor because inventors can invent many novel things that are helpful and useful to human beings and contribute to society and the country."
Now, do you know who he is? Yes, he is me, an ordinary me, a real me, an ordinary me, but these are really unusual and extraordinary to me.
Tell me about my composition 7. My name is old Shi Qi. I am eight years old. I am one hundred and twenty centimeters tall. I have a four-inch ponytail in my head. I have an apple face in Zhang Yuanyuan, with big black and bright eyes and a small cherry mouth under my flat nose. I usually like singing, dancing and drawing. But I like reading and reciting best, because I can improve my language expression ability in the process of reading. I also have many shortcomings. For example, we are timid, afraid of difficulties and slow to do things. I will correct it later.
Tell me about my composition. I have no advantages, but I have many shortcomings. Such as poor memory and cowardice.
I tried my best to correct these shortcomings, but the result was always in vain, so I gave up and let my shortcomings go with the wind, as if I had given myself a holiday. After all, correction is a long process that needs to be persisted for many days. With my personality, I'm afraid I gave up in less than three days, which is another shortcoming of mine: I give up easily.
At present, my biggest enemy is to give up easily. Because of it, I always give up halfway for three minutes. I spoke very well, but I regretted it as soon as I turned around, just like a sentence in Zuo Zhuan: "I will try my best, then I will fail, and then I will be exhausted." If this shortcoming cannot be removed, everything will be empty talk.
Having said that, I think of my optimism, but my optimism sometimes changes, which will bring me a lot of trouble. For example, I will hand in my homework soon, and I will still talk and laugh with others, as if there is no such thing. I didn't know how to write it until I met an emergency. As a result, my handwriting was scrawled and criticized by the teacher. But at this time, I will tell myself, "Nothing, just write well next time."
I hope to realize what Ceng Zi called "five days and three provinces". I appreciate this attitude towards life. Only by constantly reflecting on ourselves can we make progress and gain wisdom. When this happens in the future, you will know whether it is good or bad for you.
The earth has a long history of hundreds of millions of years, but the life span of people is only one hundred years. If the life of the earth is like a sea of Wang Yang, then human beings can only be a drop of water in this sea, which is small but important. Without this drop of water, there would be no vastness of the sea, so we should use this drop of water to create an immortal legend, because only in this way can the ocean of knowledge become vast.
Tell me about my composition. I feel that I have regressed now, and there are more shortcomings than advantages. For example, if I talk nonsense in class, this small shortcoming can cover all my advantages, not to mention so many shortcomings.
I am kind to my parents, classmates and teachers. At home, I help my parents do things. When they are unhappy, I will tell them some jokes or sing some nice songs to make them laugh. If a classmate falls down, I will immediately pick him up and send him to class so that he can have a good rest; I am very kind to teachers, and often work as their assistant, helping them move books to the office. Teacher Zhang asked me to distribute colorful Chinese. I ran upstairs and downstairs several times and completed the task given to me by teacher Zhang. I like helping teachers very much.
I will ask my parents to dictate to me every night in the future. I will strengthen my listening and dictation practice. I will insist on reading English every day, and I will not be idle for a day. Do your best.
I hope everyone can believe me, and I will keep my word.
My name is Li Zeyu, and I am nine years old. I study in Xiangyang No.3 Primary School in Tanggu District. I am the little leader of the boys in our class. The last thing I want is to be a small leader. My mother said, "others can't be small leaders if they want to be!" " "I have a pair of heavy eyebrows and big eyes, but I am blocked by a pair of nearsighted glasses. I have a modest mouth under my strong nose and a pair of moving ears.
My personality is lively and cheerful, but I am a little timid. I remember one time, my mother went to a parent-teacher conference and my father was still at work. I'm doing my homework at home alone. It's getting dark. I wonder why my mother hasn't come back so late. Suddenly I heard a bang! Bang! Knock ... knock. My heart is pounding with fear. I thought my mother was back, but she had the key and she would open the door herself. At this time, I was wondering if the bad guys came to steal the children, as my mother always said. My hands are quick and my eyes are quick. I picked up a bamboo stick that I often play with and went to the door and asked loudly, "Who is it?" Only a stranger's voice was heard, "gas bill." "My mother is not at home, come back tomorrow!"
I am smart because of my big head. Especially in math class, my performance is the best. Teachers often praise me. Why, don't you believe me? Come to our school and see my wonderful performance. You will definitely give me a thumbs up.
I have many hobbies. I can play games, play gobang, sing and make friends!
I have a happy family, a capable father and a hardworking and kind mother. Would you like to make friends with me?
I have many good friends, but one of my most familiar friends is myself.
I have an oval face and a long ponytail. I have beautiful eyebrows, a pair of watery phoenix eyes, a straight nose, big ears and a red mouth like two red petals. Of course, I also have two rows of small white teeth.
I am cheerful and generous. I have many advantages, such as responsibility, kindness and so on, because I have raised many small animals and I love them very much. But I also have many shortcomings that need to be corrected, such as carelessness and playfulness.
I have many hobbies, among which reading is my favorite. I can learn a lot of knowledge and truth by reciting. Just two days ago, I went to Beijing to take part in a recitation contest and won the first prize. This makes me feel extremely proud. On the other side of the mountain is my recitation topic for this competition. This poem means to stick to your dream. Only by persisting can we succeed. Every time I read this poem, I tell myself to stick to my dream. In addition, Four Seasons of Life is also my favorite poem, which mainly praises hard-working teachers. This reminds me of my recitation teacher. During the competition, she patiently explained the content of each poem to me, and also carefully explained the expressions and movements that I should pay attention to when reading aloud. Reciting makes me happy.
This is me. I have many hobbies. A real me has both advantages and disadvantages.