"The rain wet the sky, the damage is very delicate. . . . . . "I walked alone on the road with an umbrella and sang.

I just came to the new class, so I didn't make any friends because I was introverted and didn't like to say hello.

Friends, and old friends have new friends, so I won't bother her, maybe it's just an excuse. . . . . . Anyway,

I'm escaping from a new environment.

My friend also knew that I was timid, so he introduced me to a friend. My first impression of her was that she was short, a little naughty and cute. I don't know what to say because I'm not good at dealing with people. But her lively words, like fountains, suddenly enlivened the originally lifeless atmosphere. "What's your name?" "Pefia" and "My name is Wang Xiaoyan" answered before I asked her. So I had my first new friend in junior high school.

"The wind here is very sticky, sticking to the thoughts of passers-by. When the rain comes here, it will form a line and haunt us to stay on earth. You are surrounded by fate, which is written on three sacred stones. . . . . . "。 I walked on the road, singing. Only this time I'm not singing alone, but with Wang Xiaoyan. Because my family lives in Tonghua Mountain Villa, I sometimes go together after school. Two people are talking and laughing on the road. I think: the new environment is not so bad.

Yo yo yo yo let's have fun first, turn around and think about finding a good result ~ turn forward, turn back, turn left, and get rid of troubles, who will score the most. "I sing to my friends on the road. Because of my new deskmate and friends, I am no longer lonely after school every day, and most of them are in a good mood. I thought: it's good to have friends.

"The sky is a continuous flow of sugar, even if it falls. No matter how heavy the rain is, the rainbow is a smiling face, and there is no reason to be sad and happy! " I began to greet others and make friends. It turns out that making friends is very simple. I thought to myself. My efforts also paid off, and I made many friends. Happy every day.

"I built my own stage and wanted the whole world to see it. I wrote my own script and believe that I will always be the protagonist. I created my own charm and surprised everyone. My future shines by itself and hugs me every tomorrow. " This is my favorite song now.

There is a song with high tide, low tide, joy and melancholy. This song belongs to no one but myself.

1. I have a colorful home.

In my family, there is an uncertain mother and a male chauvinist father. As a result, I became an important figure in maintaining family peace, whether in peacetime or in an era of strong gunpowder.

Well, they started beating gongs and drums again the other day.

"The water pipes in the building are leaking and the walls are wet!" Mother angrily pushed Duke Zhou's father onto the sofa. Dad said half asleep, "What's the matter?" Mom's anger came up again. "Let you tell the decoration team earlier, if you don't say it, it will be late now!" " What to do! "Dad was sleeping and was annoyed by the sudden air raid." If it's late, it's too late! "Because of my father's words, my mother's anger can't be suppressed. When the war reached a white-hot stage, my mother left a sentence: "Take Xiao Rui away! I live in a new house, and you two can go wherever you want! " Dad is not to be outdone: "Go! Be a man with backbone! "In this case, I can only cry, make trouble and commit suicide by hanging, but now, I can only look on.

However, after two days of enlightenment, my mother finally forgave my father.

Although they fought fiercely, there were days of peace.

Every holiday, our family spent a happy day together. I still remember that time, when my father was ill, my mother was very anxious, comforted and poured water. "What happened? Is it better? Really, don't pay attention! " Dad smiled and said, "it's okay!" "

You see, they are like this. They are inseparable when they are happy and hate each other when they are unhappy.

Tell me more about me!

I did play the role of mediator, but sometimes they talked about me together.

"Why are all the math problems wrong?" Mom said sternly. "What's the matter?" Dad will join in the fun. "The grasshopper in a boat is still fighting in a nest!" I gave my father a grumpily white look. "Huh?" My mother asked me, "What's the matter? Your dad made a mistake again? " Hee hee, mom took the bait again. "Girl! Betray me! " Dad shouted. "Goodbye!" I said goodbye to my father and was about to leave when my mother said, "Don't go! Copy the wrong question three times! " "ah? ! "I shouted.

It's so noisy that my parents don't look down on my study. I got 69 points in the last exam, and they almost drowned me by spitting stars!

I like my colorful home! Oh! I posted an article today, huh? ! 70 points! Oh, my God! Please don't tell my mother, please!

2. The distance of the soul

Buses that can't be closed in the morning can be said to be a scenery in Beijing.

Although air-conditioned cars are expensive, rich people still want to be cool, so congestion is inevitable.

The conductor looked at the two elderly people who hesitated under the bus: "Hurry up, everyone who goes to work after these two stops will get off and get a seat soon."

So the old man came over with their little granddaughter.

Children are less than the height of buying tickets, and adults seem to have trouble breathing, but people sitting around have no idea of standing up. The conductor seems to be well aware of this phenomenon, so no one encourages everyone to give their seats to their children.

In fact, I have long been used to this indifference. It is said that most people who take air-conditioned cars are highly educated people who work in office buildings. The fashionable term is "white-collar" class. But the indifferent expression and the advanced clothes seem to have a meaning of refusal.

After two stops, a pregnant woman finally got off. At this time, the conductor motioned the child to wait for the seat. I was thinking that the child was finally not squeezed, but something unexpected happened-a middle-aged woman sitting next to a pregnant woman naturally moved to an empty seat and a fat man sat down.

I think my expression at that time can only be explained by surprise. This man, who seems to have no symptoms and discomfort, actually grabbed the seat of a child less than one meter. His peace of mind made me unable to think of any words to describe him.

I don't want to guess whether the visitor to Beijing will sit down, or what effect it will have on the little girl. Maybe she will become a member of these so-called "white-collar" classes in the future, maybe she will be happy to give her seat to others in the future, and maybe she won't give her seat to anyone again. She is not wrong about this, because educating a person to grow up is a real society.

But people's hearts have drifted one step forward between these seats. ...

3.

A girl who loves poetry.

Xinye County Suburb No.2 Middle School Class 2 Luo Yanli

She sat in the light of years, accompanied by the moon, breathing in the form of stars. The rustling autumn wind blew the girl's mysterious heart. The moon girl in soft tulle quietly accompanies the girl, listening to her heart, her dream and her pursuit. ...

She is not beautiful at all, but she doesn't feel inferior to her ugly face. Because she and Zhao Chuan have the same life creed: "I am ugly, but I am gentle."

Sometimes she feels too tired to savor the taste of life. She is busy all day and has no leisure to face comfort. She doesn't care whether her manners are chic or not, or whether her speech is brilliant. She just wants to be a cool person. She won't forget what she should remember. She neglected what should be forgotten.

She loves romance, but in fact she likes romance. Sometimes, she really wants to ride a young lady's car in the boundless wilderness and let her black hair fly with the wind; Sometimes, she really wants to put on a "dream dress" and leave the truth in her dream; Sometimes, she sits alone in a remote corner and thinks quietly in her own world.

Whenever a white cloud floats by, she has a naive daydream; Every flower blooms, she has a life story; Every time a ray of moonlight falls, she will feel happy for a moment ... so she wrote down her happiness and pain, hope and loss, happiness and sadness ... She sincerely confided all these feelings, all attachments and all colors in her intimate diary.

She is crazy about Wang Guozhen's poems. Because every poem is full of mystery, just like her heart. Every word can give birth to a lively literary thought, which makes her sensitive heart send out strange associations. She often reminds herself to realize her beautiful wish in Rainbow Guozhen's life. Even though it is an endless road, she still misses towards the distant. Sometimes I feel like a lonely goose flapping its wings and looking at the sky in confusion. But she is convinced that she can catch up with the sun and get what she wants.

This is a girl who loves poetry. A poor and lovely girl who feels familiar and strange. Actually, this girl is me!

In 2008, Rizhao's composition "I am still flying" got full marks.

Time: July 30, 2008 Author: Shandong Rizhao examinee

Even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.

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Endless night eroded my endless worries, surrounded by terrible silence, I got up and went to the window.

The wind was so cold that it bypassed the undulating curtains and pierced my numb nerves. I shivered and shrank my neck. The lights outside filled the whole yard with sunlight, the semi-bald trees trembled in the rustling autumn wind, and a few yellow leaves stubbornly stuck to their posts, but in the end they couldn't hold on, falling headlong on the cold concrete floor.

I sighed, ashamed of my life that disappeared quietly, and even more ashamed of my achievements. I don't understand why when God gives people the gift of victory and joy, it is always tied with failure and bitterness. I can't get rid of the bite of the failed hand, just like a lily crying in the wind and rain, which weakens my desire for sunshine and lasting pride in my heart. How many times I searched hard, how many times I was at a loss. My dream is to imagine an elf floating in the snow. My heart is cold and my mind is confused. ...

The wind in the middle of the night feebly tossed the dead leaves lying on the ground, turning and turning until it reached the root of the big tree, which was a tree with leaves. I suddenly understood: loss means new gains, and decline means a new beginning. A yellow leaf withered, rotted, eroded and frozen. When spring blossoms, it will be a layer of shade. Seeing this, I am relieved.

Failure is the factor of success. Without it, the alarm clock won't ring in your ear. Failure is also a burden of life. Carrying it for a long time will grind out several unnecessary blood bubbles on the trudging feet. In the darkness, I felt the sunshine after the storm. "Confidence in life for 200 years will be like hitting water for 3,000 years"! Let the free and easy walk with the wind and rain. As long as my youth is still there, I won't be sad. As long as the sun is still there, I will not be lonely and will not stop. Even if I am trapped in the vast desert, the oasis of hope is still there, and my heart is still flying. Thought of here, I can't help laughing.

Looking up, I don't know when a pair of blinking eyes appeared in the sky. After the darkness comes the dawn, when the haze disappears, it is still a rainbow. When you run out of crazy sand, raise your confident sail and face difficulties, you will get gold! Don't bid farewell to the field of the soul because of the temporary desolation.

Start with a smile, even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.

Full score reason:

Because the author failed in the exam, he stayed up all night and saw the scattered autumn leaves, which refreshed him. He realized the true meaning of success and failure, and constantly encouraged himself. Finally, he was full of confidence. "Even if his wings are broken, his heart will fly." The inscription made the article profound.

Life is not smooth sailing, and it may be full of setbacks and bumps. In the face of all kinds of challenges in life, we should face them bravely, don't be carried away by victory, and don't be intimidated by failure. These are the forces of spiritual encouragement, which make us read more powerfully. The title of the article is novel, followed by the title at the end, and the language is vivid.