Urgently looking for an essay Looking Up is the Sunshine .

Please look up and look up at the sun

Early spring, of the light].

The afternoon of early spring is bright, and the sun shines precisely through the window on the cover of the book on the desk, leaving a faint warmth. 】

Like a child who has just learned to walk, the sun stumbles on the open field, like a dot of light.

Seeking, happy].

I decided to escape from this place that bound me, and I walked out of this noisy downtown after checking out, and finally breathed in the light breeze air without the smell of smoke, and my mood became very transparent, like the clear water of the lotus pond, and the sedimented sludge could be so clear and pure.

I looked around and felt a little lost, it turned out that I would also be confused in a strange environment, the red-haired teenagers around me were screaming on the billiard table with cigarettes in their hands, I glanced at their faces, and I felt a little funny when they were immature and old. Life in the countryside always makes people feel lazy, and the sun is lazily hitting my body and feeling a little tired, so I walk forward with my head down.

Look up, sun].

Just spitting out green leaves, as happy as life, every life is noble, so I can't help but be nostalgic for everything around me, the light warms the early spring afternoon, and the sleepy-eyed heart seems to be injected with heat, rolling back and forth in the blood.

I like the sunshine, because it makes me feel good, I rummaged through the cabinet of my grandmother's house for a long time and didn't see the pen and paper I was most familiar with, and finally I saw it in a forgotten corner, its short poor body curled up in the dark, it looked at the strange me in horror, I picked it up, looked at it with some years of dust, and thought about what kind of scene it would have been discarded here in those years. I took a pen and paper and set off towards a happy place, I looked around at the scenery around me as I walked, the blue sky was printed with a light that was not too dazzling, and I covered my eyes with my hands to leave a gap, the sun was so good, I couldn't help but sigh.

Heart, happiness].

Suffering from every inch of sunshine, lie down on an unknown hillside, enjoy the sunshine, let the body slowly heat up and drive away the cold in the heart, take out the short three centimeters, and write on the yellowed paper with great effort, don't understand how to think about it, look into the distance and then bow your head to continue. The bright early spring slipped quietly through the tip of my pen and into my words. I write what is happening now, word by word.

The afternoon of early spring is bright, and the sun shines precisely through the window on the cover of the book on the desk, leaving a faint warmth. ”

Postscript; I like sunshine, just like the desire for life, I like to walk around alone, write things, this is the first sunshine I enjoy this year, I share it with you, in fact, the article is very simple and can even be said to be very rough, there is no flowery rhetoric, a faint simple and pure taste may also be a kind of beauty, holding a three-centimeter short-headed pencil in my hand to write so much, in fact, I also admire my own, ordinary and simple happiness, the first sunshine of the new year would like to share with you.

Look up and it's sunny.

Lift your head up and look up at the sun! Only by raising your head, you will find that the sunshine is so beautiful, victory has been waiting for you, only by raising your head, you will find that everything, all the clouds, all of them, should be created by yourself! Keep your head up and move forward!

I have read Guo Jingming's book, which is this "Left Hand Years, Right Hand Reflection", but he tells the story of the third year of high school, and I am talking about the third year of junior high school!! In my story, there are also many people: Xiao Hei at the same table, the domineering pole, the heartless swimmer, the "African" Anzi, and the savage Lei !!

Although there is not much time left, we can still live each day poetically!

Although in the future, we will all be separated, and there is a long way to go!

But, when we don't have tomorrow, we say forever!

We, the left hand is in the prime of life, and the right hand is reflected!!

About me. My name is Sky, so I can't say why I got that name. Maybe I just love the sky, maybe I just like the way it sounds. As it turned out, I didn't know.

I have never understood why I, who have always regarded English as my enemy, have an English name.

I don't really like to write about me in the text, thinking that I don't want to write about what is mine and what is not.

I don't like to write stories, I don't think I have talent. I'm just used to writing everything down and letting me do it in my kingdom.

I like to look up because I like the sun, I like blue, I like pure white.

My zodiac sign is the lion.

My hobby, I don't know.

I'm over a fifth of my life.

My third year of junior high school is still two months away.

My future is in my hands!

The house was quiet, and the warm winter sun flowed out of the window, so bright, but so cold. Facing the light, I saw a dazzling white, and subconsciously raised my hand to cover it, and the dazzling sun stinged the humility in my heart

There is a saying that often lingers in my ears: look up and the sun shines. But why do I always have tears in my eyes?

A man walks on a quiet trail with his eyebrows lowered. Thoughts are mixed. The elongated figure shows incomparable loneliness and sadness on this deserted street.

I, an ordinary girl, have no excellent grades, no beautiful appearance, no cheerful personality, and no wanton and flamboyant youth. I don't have all of them, only the ordinary. However, this ordinariness has intensified, growing violently, giving birth to the humility of a place, low to dust

Every time I saw the warm face of the young girl, I habitually lowered my head, looking for my humility. It's really lonely, standing in 10,000 people**, listening to the hustle and bustle of the world, but finding that those voices have nothing to do with me, but they are just touched by the excitement of others, and they are even more alone.

One man's world, one man's humility. The sky is cloudy, and my world is silent.

Night, quietly coming. The black curtain is adorned with stars. A bright moon sprinkled the cool moonlight, shining on the white wall of my desk, leaving a dazzling light and shadow.

Turn on the lamp, spread out the paper, and let the pen fly freely on the white paper, wandering between white and black. Sleepy, tired, make a cup of tea and continue my journey of words; Awakened, enlightened, still use this to outline fantastic landscapes. Stepping on the drumbeat of literature, on the beat of literature, and finally sprinkled with joy and put pen to paper.

The pen danced gorgeously solo on the manuscript paper in the middle of the night, and those graceful arcs were as bright as the light of a shooting star! Those words bloomed a brilliant flower in the humble dust, illuminating the whole of my life, giving me a basis for self-confidence, allowing me to find my own extraordinary.

The sunset in the west sprinkled the sky with a lonely afterglow, and in the face of this dazzling light, I raised my head and outlined a bright smile on the corner of my mouth!

In this flamboyant and sad youth, when you raise your head, you can see the sunshine!

Ahh The sun is shining, the sky is so blue, and everything is so beautiful. You might say I'm a person who is easy to satisfy.

It doesn't matter if I say that, but I have a statement, I am very nervous about studying in the second year of junior high school, and I am often pressed by the sea of books and can't raise my head to see the light of day, so I will be easily satisfied. The sun warmly poured into my humble cabin, and when I opened the window, fresh air poured into every corner of the room. I used to try to forget that I had failed in my busy studies, but today I feel as if I have returned to my childhood, and the feeling of being close to nature is so familiar, so I made a big decision:

Take a comfortable break today and relax. After breakfast, I walked out of the house and took a big gulp of the essence of heaven and earth, holding the "Education of Love" that I hadn't seen for a long time, sitting on the edge of the small flower bed in the garden, the green grass was reflected in the sunlight, and the emerald green was reflected on my clothes, which was particularly cute. I never thought reading was a joy before, but today it seems that books are also cute.

Look at it with relish:The hero is a little boy.,He was naughty since he was a child.,After he went to school since he was a child, he made up a person named Charles.,Tell the story of Charles to his family every day.,Tell him about his change from a bad student to a good student.,At a parent-teacher meeting, his father asked Charles and said that he was a very headache little boy.,But the teacher didn't know that there was a person like Charles.,His father was ugly.,I feel very faceless.,So he went home and asked his son.,The son said:"....His father realized that Charles was his son.

An interesting and simple story hides the brainy side of his son, who can do it without leakage, I'm afraid even adults can't do it! Looking up at the sun, it is so bright, full of hope, and pregnant with new hopes.

I want it too. Summer vacation homework on.。。。