Composition, where has the time gone, 20 idioms, 2 ancient poems, about 300 words

The old tree in front of the door grew new shoots, and the dead trees in the yard bloomed again, and they half-survived for a long time, and hid their gray hair. Plain sentences, telling the story of life, "Where has the time gone?" I didn't feel old before I was young, and I had children and daughters for a lifetime, and my mind was full of children crying and laughing. ”

This song is what I heard at the Spring Festival Gala, the lyrics go straight to my heart, and the simple and touching expression of my parents' love coincides with the psychology and experience of the character played by Song Dandan in "Private Custom", which deeply touched me. This song has vigorous vitality, and the unpretentious lyrics of "Where Has Time Gone" go straight to the bottom of people's hearts, expressing the love of parents shockingly, and the soothing melody and affectionately flowing this love slowly.

Yes, as the lyrics say, "Where has the time gone" Our parents have been busy and dedicated to us all their lives, and we are irreplaceable in their values. So where does our time go?

Time is like flowing water, and there is no going back. Even if there is Su Shi's "The flowing water in front of the door is still able to go west, Hugh will sing the yellow chicken with white hair." We can only cherish every day of time and live a 1>1 value with existing lives.

Some students always push back and forth to summarize the results of the exam, such as not having time to review well, doing questions slowly, and ...... to see the wrong questionsHowever, I think these are all excuses for cherishing time and saving time: Mr. Lu Xun is a good example, Lu Xun squeezes time almost every day. He said:

Time, like water in a sponge, is always there as long as you squeeze it. "Some students will be all right when they finish their homework, but will everything be fine just by finishing their homework? The answer, of course, is no.

If you want to play more, you have to learn to squeeze in time, such as eating more bites, writing faster while maintaining quality, and ...... faster laundry for boarders

Where has the time gone? When you learn to catch up with the pace of time, and far beyond time, you will definitely be able to enter the hall of the victor.

When I was a child, when my father taught me to read ancient poems in a serious manner, I followed my father with sugar in my mouth, shaking my head, and indistinct language"Read''.When I was young, I learned ancient poetry, and now I can't do without ancient poetry! "Come, daughter, read to Daddy.

The morning was still sunny, but when it was time to set off, Tiangong shed a few lovesick tears, not only no. This did not dampen our enthusiasm, but added a bit of poetry.

Leaving the school gate, the air seems to have become fresher, and there is a lot of laughter along the way. The grass on the side of the road, the dark green of the morning sun, and the goose yellow in the shade, this situation and this scene naturally remind us of the beautiful artistic conception of "the light rain and grass in the sky street look close but there is nothing". The wicker is like an innocent girl spreading her hair, swaying with the breeze.

I wonder if the willow color on the side of the road is also so fresh when the poet advises to drink in "Weicheng Song"? At the foot of the mountain, we yearn for the view from the top of the mountain. Usually we can only look at this mountain through the window, imagining what is on the other side of the mountain?

I yearn to see it for myself. The excitement makes us rush to the top of the mountain. Inadvertently, we walked into a fast poplar forest, the tree is only a small bowl mouth thick, but one by one straight upward, "ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people", a small poplar tree with light green, your desire to strive for the top, is not the most charming section of the classmates to tease the spirit?

The original reeds on the top of the mountain are so flat, the mountain breeze in early spring is not as romantic as the poet, blowing on the face is still a little chilly, the newly turned soil silently exudes a unique mellow atmosphere in the moisture of the light rain, which can make people realize the meaning of the "drunken spring breeze". At this time, looking westward, the fishing boats in Baisha Bay have been moored and docked, waiting for their relatives who have returned from the voyage, and there must be a harvest smile on their faces at this time. I don't know who shouted "Siyu Siyu is incomparable", and the slightly shy Gao Siyu was like an angel in spring, singing a high melody, "I want to fly higher......Everyone's applause and cheers, together with the loud singing, drifted to the blue sky.