The beginning of an essay on the topic of Watching ? Thank you 30

Will that little blue umbrella still appear? I'm watching.

Watch your dreams.

A meteor crossed the sky, in fact, just to shine the most gorgeous moment of his life.

Inscription. Early in the morning, I woke up from a sweet dream and opened my eyes to see a small spider in the corner of the wall diligently weaving its web. Carefully dragging the long spider silk, climbing up and down with difficulty. I'm usually most afraid of insects, but at this moment, I was calm so that I didn't scream in fright.

In the face of this little spider, I had a little more pity, and left it with the rest of its life, and then ignored it.

Perhaps, the little spider is only to weave a web in this life, a web to remember its existence, and that's it. And again, there is nothing more than that. Today passed quietly like water, and never came back.

Sober people know how to remember each day, and of course the way to remember each day is very simple, just do something special, or write a diary. The only thing to keep in mind is that there is no regret for lost time.

The teacher also asked us, the children who are burning with the fire of youth, what do you want to do in the future? As everyone knows, those dreams that only stay on the surface of dreams, and have not been given action, are just extravagant hopes. Sometimes it seems that decades or even hundreds of years are that long, but in fact, it is not.

When a person who is left in the world realizes that death is close at hand, he will suddenly realize that life is actually very short. The most important thing is to bring together the special of each day to fulfill a grand dream. That dream is the only goal in this life.

I've always believed that dreams are something that doesn't matter if they come true or not. Ever since I got to know this spider who knows how to fight, I have made up my mind to chase my dreams!

Life is like a play, and those who work hard to pursue their dreams must be a good play. I believe that God will not disappoint those who have a heart! All in all, a person who can keep his dreams to his or her dreams, success will not pass you by!

Reality and ideals are like a ravine, lying in front of me, and the road to the future is also cut off, I am very confused, what will I be like in the future? Is it the edges and corners of the heart that have been polished by society, or has it always maintained the arrogance in its heart? I have seen too many failures and helplessness, and I know too well the difficulties of the world.

I was afraid, afraid that my fate would be equally tortuous; I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it; Countless times, wandering in confusion, not knowing where the road is. The path under my feet leads to a bottomless abyss, and I am lost.

I can't describe the dreams in my heart. Is it too extravagant to dream? Fallen in contradiction, the angel in my heart is no longer holy, and the innocent Angel has abandoned me.

What have I become now? I don't know, the bright mirror can't reflect the fragility of the heart. Only the mixed Huafa told me of my pain.

I really want to cry happily and wash away the traces of life with tears, but I don't have a broad shoulder to lean on, and a roll of dry tissue to wipe it. What's the point of crying without sharing? It only adds to the sorrow.

What's more, there were a pair of expectant eyes behind me that silently lashed at me, telling me to rush to the narrow wooden bridge and step into another besieged city. The towering ivory tower intimidates me, and the gray front makes me retreat. How many shackles has life designed for me?

The future is bumpy, what is the end of the road? Or is there only a cliff ahead?

If this is my fate, I have nothing to do. It is the heroism of the successful, not the lament of the loser. Although the fate line in his hand is clenched in his fist, he was born from his mother's womb.

Perhaps, what I can do is to be a watchman, watch the black June, and watch the unknown tomorrow! ­

Watch your dreams.

Watch over youth. Watch friendship.

Watch for happiness. Watch memories.

The Watchman chapters.

The starry sky is full of stars, and the stars are reflected in the vast night. Looking at the deep interstellar space, he imprinted into my eyes.

One. A song "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" reads Tao Yuanming's heart. "Ambiguous and distant villages, according to the smoke in the void" of the hazy nature; "The dog barks in the deep alley, the rooster cries and the mulberry tree is upside down" is clear and bright; The joy of the harvest of "elm and willow shade behind the eaves, in front of the peach and plum Luo Hall".

Tired of the deceit of officialdom, watching in this countryside is the watch of the "heart". Tao Yuanming got happiness, tranquility and nature in this field, which he yearns for, and he doesn't have to worry about it anymore, what he watches is "nature". Natural sound, is clear.

Naturally bright and neat. The natural life is leisurely.

Two. Walden was Thoreau's watch. On the quiet and soothing shores of Walden, Thoreau listens to the lake, tastes life, and understands nature...He uses his heart to communicate with nature; He kept watch with his heart, and time would freeze at this time, hoping that his watch would not be in vain.

He watched the huge book "Walden", watched the happiness it brought to people, watched the spiritual power it brought to people, and enabled people to better understand nature. Watching is beautiful, watching is the satisfaction of the heart, watching is a higher expectation, it is an upgrade of hope! And with that comes the immortal spirit!

Thoreau was persistent, and he dedicated his watch to us. On the shores of Walden, he was looking at something beyond nature, beyond the water of the lake, beyond everything else!

Three. Watchfulness is the mother's hope that her son who is far away will return home as soon as possible, Watchman is the expectation of a wife who looks forward to her husband's triumphant return, and Watchman is the expectation of countless people. They are watching every day for the people to have coal for heating.

The hard work of the coal workers, we have the fire, they are watching from afar. A star blinks in the night, watching for the lost to find their way home sooner.

I see many people watching, and what are they watching?

Please be more detailed, what is the style, and what school-age people are suitable? And what to watch.

Watch for happiness. The pink and orange sky floats with a faint cloud flocculent, the wind, naughty with this trace of calmness, quietly blowing, "fluttering" into your hair when you are not prepared, the lazy sun is tilted on the colorful flowers, and the light is shining in an instant, setting off the sheep intestine path, a piece of tranquility.

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