Essay on running a red light and jumping over a railing and kicking a ball on the road for the secon

The autumn wind rises again, and you stand gloomily in the slanting sun, pondering the past. Memories are like the past slitting your throat, precious and precious. Her weak willow-like posture, the thin shadow in the rhombic mirror is empty, everything in the past has turned into the west wind, and everything in life and death has turned into the west wind.

So, with the thought of his deceased wife, Rong Ruo whispered: I was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were so fragrant that the tea was poured out, and it was only ordinary at that time. Rong Ruo knew that there was an insurmountable gap between life and death, and Lu Hua just went ahead of himself, as if he was going to a feast, so, with his own thoughts, Rong Ruo exclaimed:

If life is just the first time, what is the autumn wind and sadness? Waiting for leisure changes people's hearts, but people's hearts are changeable.

Nalan Rongruo turned his thoughts into a handful of sand, drifting away with the wind.

The moon is full in the West Building, mixed with peanut trees, the woman's heart is fragile, and Li Qingzhao's heart is even more fragile. Reflecting the carved railing jade masonry under the afterglow, facing the screen painted with the autumn scene, Li Qingzhao has become a hollow valley orchid, her "mist and thick clouds, people than yellow flowers" is the national thought of her husband, her "things are people and everything is rest, and tears flow first" is the thought of her husband, but I am afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not carry a lot of sorrow, but only the sorrow is frowned, but the heart, just the flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.

Li Qingzhao turned his thoughts into a trace of sorrow, and the stream in front of the door flowed into the distance.

People are separated from each other, it is difficult to follow each other, and the moon shines in the sky, thousands of miles can be shared, so Li Bai sent his thoughts to the bright moon and followed you until the night Langxi.

The sea is born in the night, Jiang Chun enters the old year, Wang Wan turns his thoughts of his hometown into a quatrain for the ages, "Where to reach the hometown book, return to the side of Yanluoyang." ”

What kind of sentiment is missing, which makes the people and inkmen of the world stop for it, and leave poems with true affection to be recited through the ages.

You should write it yourself (our school also keeps this), you can find it from my space, search.

To be honest, when I see other people's mothers who are as beautiful as flowers, wearing gold and silver, that kind of inferiority complex comes from the heart. Excessive exertion and hard work caused her to age rapidly. Compared to people of the same size, it is simply a world of difference.

I've always said that I admire nature, is it also related to my mother? I remember when I was a child, my mother always rode that old red bicycle, coming in the wind and rain, to send me to school. Mom, with her cracked hand, lit a birthday candle for me who was ignorant, and looked at my mother's happy face, I am the happiest person in the world.

I remember that I used the money from one day's breakfast to buy a gold-plated ring for my mother on Mother's Day, which was so small that it could only be worn on my little finger. Mom was happy and I laughed. Although her rough hand was extremely discordant with the ring, her mother's happy heart didn't care about that.

That may be the only piece of jewelry my mother has had since she got married. Later, I grew up with greed and vanity.

It does not affect the child's activity and good health.

Today, my dad and I accidentally ran a red light, and that was because we were discussing what to eat and what not to eat on the road, and we didn't look at the traffic light because we were seen by the police uncle. The police uncle stopped us and severely criticized us: "Didn't your teacher teach you?

Stop at a red light, go at a green light. Then I complained, "Why do you care about us and no one else?"

My sister blushed: "Uncle is right, we shouldn't run a red light, we should start with us and develop the habit of looking at the red light." ”

I understand that I will never run a red light again!!