Walk with the language all the way Who will write this essay! Raise your hand that can write.

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Language is a landscape painting, the highest level.

Language is a little starlight in the dark, a down-to-earth feeling.

Language is an oasis in the desert, hope!

Mom said, I'm a match, and I can do it at one point. While other children were still learning the alphabet, I was able to read the wonderful news of the newspaper like an adult. It's like a piece of literary cloth. As I grew older, I began to come into contact with the four famous novels:

Sun Wukong, take me to the clouds.

Lin Daiyu, crying so much that I have pear blossoms and rain.

The heroes of the Three Kingdoms led me through thorns and thorns to kill the enemy.

I admire the heroism of the green forest!

Language, language, I am an ark on the sea, you and my oars, rowing me to the distance; I am a seedling, you air and soil, make me thrive; I am the tea leaves, and your cup of steaming water washes my soul and makes me angry. The moisture of dried tea leaves can make a cup of refreshing tea with curling cigarettes.

Language, who are you? Why does it always catch my eye? Language, who are you?

Why do you always make me desperate for you? Language, who are you? Why do you always let me hold you as a baby when the sun rises and the lights come on?

Grandma Bingxin, let me understand the indelible feelings between all things; Zhu Ziqing, let me understand preciousness; Galileo, I was obsessed with the pursuit of truth; Fairy tales make me feel the innocence and beauty of the world.

Inspiration comes from life.

Life comes from language.

You have a confidant in life, and you have no regrets in death. "Aren't you the confidant I've been looking for? On the road of life, language has been with me.

Oranges are not as good as oranges.

Answer.

Walk with you (600 words omitted here) and then separate from you.

Serendipitous discovery.

Dad's car always had two short strips of red cloth fluttering in the wind, which seemed out of place with the other cars in the endless stream. I always smile when I see such a bright red, and I feel that it is floating all the way to the warmth.

Grandma's house is in a remote mountain village, ** there is a custom, tie two red cloth strips on the rearview mirror of the car, and the driver will be safe, so the strong warmth and deep concern are naturally made by grandma, I have always thought so since I was a child.

As the sun sets, the thick red on the horizon spreads, and even the snow on the side of the road is hazy and beautiful. The strip of red cloth on the rearview mirror was particularly active today, waving his arms and spinning excitedly. I watched him smile happily, it was the Chinese New Year's Eve, and it was time to reunite with my grandparents, and the attentive grandmother wanted to tie a new concern for my father.

The sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is naturally indispensable, and under the orange light, the family is smiling happily. I walked out of the room alone, ready to enjoy the long-awaited brilliant fireworks, when I happened to find a dark shadow in front of my father's car: gray hair, heavy tunics, and some shabby cotton shoes, standing trembling in the snow.

Grandpa! He slowly bent over, and the impression of the tall grandfather was so thin, like a withered old tree, as if the wind would blow it down. The pain in my heart is more like helping my grandfather in the past.

But curiosity led me to wait. Grandpa carefully removed the strip of red cloth from the rearview mirror and stuffed it in his pocket like a treasure. After a moment of silence, he stroked his father's car and pulled out two new strips of red cloth.

Could it be that after so many years of silently caring about grandpa?

In my impression, Grandpa and Dad are not like a father and son at all, they never say hello, and rarely speak, but every time we send us home, Grandpa looks deeply, seems to be full of affection, Grandpa always likes to hold my hand, gently touch my head with his wrinkled hand, and babble: "What a smart child, like his father......."”

Grandpa was thinking about how to tie the strip of cloth, carefully tied it, shook his head and took it off, repeated it several times, and then tied two knots tightly and left quietly. Leave behind that dancing flame to warm the ...... of this cold winter nightOn the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was still a task in Dad's unit, and we had to leave there, and I watched the figure of my grandfather in the rearview mirror gradually disappear and disappear. This accidental look back made me suddenly understand the deep love in my grandfather's eyes gazing deeply, and the red cloth fluttering in the wind was still fiery red, warming our hearts.

Dad reached out and gently touched the flame, and I seemed to read the same affection from the smile on her lips.

You're there along the way.

At the end of the evening self-study, I put up my umbrella and blended into the rain. The rain at the end of summer is like that, cold and cold, making people think that summer is just saying goodbye. I was on my way home.

From time to time, I heard the sound of other people laughing and playing, and it sounded so annoying to me, I really wanted to sew their mouths. Isn't it just a good test, what's there to show off? Have the ability to go to Tsinghua University to see!

The rain is dripping, the tears are dripping, and the road is long.

Morning, wait for me. "It's Cai, she is the only one who can have such a sweet voice, and she is the only one who can always be comfortable on this battlefield without gunpowder. Thinking of this, I pretended not to hear.

Hey, why don't you come with me today? Hurt people waiting for you for a long time. Aya said as she naturally put her hand around my arm, and I would have been close to her as before.

Yes, I hurt you! Don't go home with me in the future, lest you be infected by me. If I don't do well in the college entrance examination, I can't afford to pay for it. Good bye! I gave her a blank look. I know that the white eyeballs are especially terrible in nights like this, and they are right in my arms.

She shook her back, then grabbed me: "What are you talking about, I'm going to be angry if you do this again." ”

Angry? I'm not angry yet. What qualifications do you have? ”

Aya looked at me quizzically. I guess she must have seen the tears on my face, unlike the rain, because it was the body temperature.

The rain is raging, the tears are rampant, and the road is endless.

I got up earlier than others, I did more than others, but I always had only a pitiful fraction of my age. The teacher said to be diligent and diligent, and my parents said to do my best. I did it, I did it all.

Why is God so unfair, time and time again, He always hits me, makes me sad, makes me miserable. "Actually, I don't expect anything, as long as I make a little bit of progress every time, let me see the teacher pay attention to me again, and my parents will give me approving glances, that's all." ”

Aya pounced on me, hugged me, and said softly to me, "Morning, you can do it." God rewards hard work, this is by no means a lie.

In fact, the teacher has always paid attention to you, your parents have always supported you, and I also believe in you. The score doesn't prove anything, the most important thing is whether you did it or not. Maybe if you don't work hard, it's not as good as it is now.

I distinctly felt tears wet my shirt.

Even if you don't do well in the exam, you have to persevere until the last moment, because we agreed to be sisters for life and never give up. ”

My moist eyes saw the pedestrians drifting away, but my heart found its way on the road. Because, along the way, you - my good sister.

We agreed to be good sisters for a lifetime, and we will never leave along the way, and the college entrance examination is just a scenery in life. Walking past her, the rest of the place is still in full bloom, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The rain gradually stopped, the tears dried, and the road accompanied.

There are two directions to be buried: one refers to the specific road, such as who is on the way home, such as Xiaogang suffering from leukemia, his mother carries school on his back, and accompanies him all the way.

The second path refers to the path of life's trajectory. Concretization, this kind of better. If you encounter difficulties in life, a teacher helps, your parents are patriarchal, and your family does not have much money to study, and a teacher does a good job as a parent and also provides money to support you.

In short, if you want to beautify and praise a person. Parents and friends can also pay attention to the specific examples, the difficulties are false, and the emotions should be real and multi-place.

Write about your teacher, how he has helped you, how he has taught you, and how your grades have improved.

In front of the window, I walked with the language.

Language is a mountain, and what stands tall is the dignity from ancient times to the present; Language is a river, and what flows continuously is the wisdom of 5,000 years up and down; Language is a painting, and the colorful is the pursuit and yearning of the ancient people; Language is the angel of purity, waving its white and immaculate wings to guide us into the heaven of language.

Her beauty, her mystery, and her charm inspire us to explore her all the time, so that we have the pride of "wanting to be poor", and see "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan." The pastoral life has also seen "the sun sets, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world." "A homesick trip away from home.

Language, she can take us through various dynasties, see a lot, hear a lot. From the language, I heard Ji Kang's world-famous "Guangling San"; saw that in the troubled times, the heroes rose up one after another, competing for the Central Plains; I saw the battlefield in the Golden Iron Horse. No matter how far back the era is, I can see and hear it from the text.

She can take me to stand at the head of Orange Island with the national leaders, pointing out the country; can take me to talk and laugh with Zhuge Kongming, the first strategist of the Three Kingdoms; can take me to the Qing Dynasty to see the cruel dragons with my own eyes, and can take me to see the faces of the four beauties. There's so much she can bring to me. She is the beauty of my soul and a spirit who can bring people infinite reverie.

The small bridge is the language; The sky is cloudy and cloudy; The vicissitudes of life are languages; Jin Ge Iron Horse is the language. Language, the most humane of all subjects, is our mother tongue and is one of our most important subjects. She is also a great husband in the subject, taking us to the world.

A glass of wine, a poem, a painting, a cup of tea, what is not language? It's a pity that there are not many people who really love literature now, and there are not many people with broad and profound cultural knowledge. Loulan was a very beautiful place in ancient times, but now? Alas! It's so sad!

Language is sincere and philosophical, beautiful and kind, justice and forgiveness. Let's embrace language together! Embrace truth, goodness and beauty! Let's fill the emptiness in our hearts!

I stood in Changqian, looking at the bright moon in the sky, the moonlight shining for thousands of miles, it was really a quiet shadow. The evening breeze blows, the trees make a "rustling" sound, the flowers sway with the wind, and the fragrance spreads thousands of miles. I looked at the book in my hand and thought:

Language! I can't let you go anymore, what should I do? You are the pure land in my heart, the clear spring in the desert, the rain and dew that nourishes the spring, the eyes of winter, and the support of my soul.

A burst of bookish fragrance, full of bookish air, is really the fragrance of ink! In front of the window, I walk with language, I walk with happiness, I walk with wisdom! Language! I walk with you.

Oh, the composition of the third year of junior high school.

Youth is a song, and it is up to us to compose the strings of smart notes. Walk with us all the way.

--Inscription. Meeting is fate, holding hands leisurely. In the world, I was fortunate to meet you. Since then, hand in hand, all the way.

My youth has brought me endless beauty: laughter and laughter when I laugh and play with friends, and strings of notes that tug at my heartstrings when listening to music; A bouquet of fragrant violets extracted from the sea of flowers of time, the touching memories in the silhouette of the sea of hearts.

I want you to always hold my hand in hand, because.

With you, I learned to grow. I don't know anything about the world when I am ignorant, and I always think that everything will not leave me, and that honey-sweet life will always haunt me. And now, full of the advice of parents and the expectations of elders, I have embarked on this long road of study.

The back of my parents gradually faded away in the setting sun, leaving only a trace of sunset in the sky, and it was also laughing at my innocence? In an instant, I felt helpless and confused for the first time in my life. My way, in **?

You tell me, that's growth. Leaving your parents is inevitable. On the road of life, we are destined to break free from the arms of our parents and fight for our own piece of heaven.

At that moment, I learned to fly alone.

With you, I learned to be strong. The road to growth was bumpy, and it was so difficult for me to walk. Everything is no longer smooth sailing, and success is not easy to come by.

Looking at the efforts he had made, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist. If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow? You made me wipe away my tears and bravely face the setbacks and failures in life; After putting it into action, enjoy the joy of success and the sweetness of fruits.

At this moment, I learned about life.

With you, I become happier. You are full of energy, taking me through season after season and giving me a taste of endless beauty. Under your guidance, I read Li Bai"Thinking of flying, wanting to go to the blue sky and see the bright moon"'s ambition and uninhibited heroism; Yi'an was produced"Looking for and seeking, miserable and miserable"of sorrow and melancholy; I also traced the pride of Mei, the self-purification of lotus, and the seclusion of chrysanthemum The moment when I appreciated the true beauty, I felt the value of literature and the breadth and profundity of my culture.

Because of you. Oh, it's another year of peach blossoms. The bright pink contrasts with the dripping green. The wind rose, and after the rain, there was a rain of flowers in the peach forest.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. "The scattered petals fell on my heart and swayed. In a trance, you have spent thirteen years with me.

Time has passed, but you are still by my side, always inspiring me to move forward; There is no trace of the years, you and I are still hand-in-hand, walking together on the road of growth, laughing across the bridge of years!