That ray of sunshine. Composition. The first level of junior high school. It s urgent. Valid for hal

People like to pray to God with their fingers together, hoping that good things will come to them. Even if they know that it is just a comfort for their kindness, it can give them peace of mind and face life with peace of mind. Maybe this is the dependence of the heart, and under my own sky, there is also that dependence, that is the ray of sunshine that gives me hope and motivation and never disappears.

When you stand under the vast pure blue sky, have you ever taken off the protective color, recalled the past, recalled the sweetness of childhood, and the astringency of growth? And I, always in such an artistic conception, let my thoughts be restrained by the wind, fluttering, and going back to the past.

I always like to quietly admire me as a child, with the occasional smile on my lips. Look, when I was a child, I could study tirelessly for the doll I always loved, and use my best grades to "bargain" with my parents; When I was a child, I always did my homework in a hurry to have fun, and I stayed up late to catch up with my homework during the summer vacation, and it was "done" in three or four days; When I was a child, I could give everything for the sake of winning or losing a bet; And I died, competitive, stubborn, and persistent.

However, unconsciously, the windmill of time also quietly rotated with this gust of wind, and I slowly grew.

However, now, with a heavy schoolbag on my shoulder, going to and from school, circulating, it seems that I am slowly at a loss and do not know what to pursue; Now I am at a loss in the face of a mountain of work; Now, I have learned to sandwich the maple leaves that have fallen into the yellowed book layer, but I can't learn how to grasp the time I cherish; Now I am confused, troubled, and heavy.

In life, everyone is evolving, and what do I seem to have lost? At this moment, the sunlight entered the room through the gap in the window, and I looked up, and the blind, warm rays of sunlight found me, so that I knew it existed. Yes, hundreds of beams of sunlight shine on the house, but only that ray can enter the house, so this ray of sunlight will travel longer than other rays of sunlight, but it has no regrets.

What about me? How much did you pay on your journey to growth? Or is it just enjoying it?

I thought, maybe I pay too much attention to the surface of life, and always feel the disappearance of everything on the earth, but in the middle of this, I lost myself and forgot to give. If the tree is not exposed to wind and rain, it will not bear fruit; If the flower minds that the green leaves come into people's eyes with it, then it cannot be more beautiful; If a star does not dare to face the darkness, it is only an insignificant speck of light.

If you can't learn to give, then why ask for something in return? In an instant, this ray of light shone from my body into the deepest part of my heart, which is the tone, and I want to use my own efforts to interpret my own life!

When I'm depressed, I see hope, whose identity is a ray of sunshine, but it doesn't come from nature, it comes from within me.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight ran out of the gap in the curtains, and everything woke up from the haze.

The sun rose higher and higher, shooting out ten thousand golden rays, and a few white clouds floating in the air were gilded with a brilliant gold edge in an instant, and then dyed rose. At the same time, the eastern half of the sky was dyed red, like a large shining satin. As the sun rises, it shines through the treetops, shining on small patches of forest meadows.

The dew on the tree is like a crystal clear pearl, which evaporates and disappears immediately when the sun shines like this.

The warm sun, the dazzling sun, the moist sun, through the layers of clouds, illuminate the earth, but also illuminate our way forward.

From the cracks in the clouds, from the orange-yellow edge of the sun, the sunlight became a wide fan-like ray, projecting obliquely. These rays, which were thin and spear-like in the vast sky, expanded like a rush when they reached the ground, and fell on the distant boundaries of the brown steppes that stretched along the horizon, and decorated it beautifully, and made it young in a fantastical and cheerful way.

The whole world, because of the sunshine, the city has vitality; The small heart, because of the sunshine, has a comfortable heart. The bright golden yellow, the small shadows between the trees are like a little broken golden light on the leaves, and the direct reflection of the debris left on the sea surface with the waves layer by layer, creating a beautiful scenery for this nature, intoxicating warmth, thick warmth mixed with brightness and tenderness, so that the soul of the long-lost sunshine after the rain has been nourished again!

The early summer sun shines through the dense layers of foliage, and the ground is covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.

That ray of sunshine The cold sky was glowing with a hint of red, and the frosty and snow-filled earth was immersed in wisps of cold, through the mist.

In the interval, thousands of rays of light and shadow sprinkled into the world. I fantasized about reaching out and trying to catch that ray of winter sun.

The light, but it always slipped through my fingers, without a trace.

On a rare sunny afternoon during the winter vacation, I held a cup of unsweetened hot tea, leaned on the chair by the window, and let the long-lost winter sunshine spread on me, feeling the extra preciousness and warmth of the winter sun. Wisps of wisps.

The sun lazily sprinkled on my shoulders, like a scarf in winter, and a warm feeling came to my heart.

The winter sun is so bright, it gives me warmth, gives me strength, and makes my winter silent life full of spring.

However, the purple and red color blew off the dust in my once dusty heart, and made my almost frozen world melt from ice and snow from then on.

Once upon a time, when I was a young boy and fell on a muddy path, it was my mother who led me with her cocoon-covered hands.

Pick me up and wipe the sludge off my body. Ah, a mother's love is the sunshine in winter; When I was disappointed in the examination room, it was my father who comforted and educated me with masculine language, asking me not to be discouraged, and his deep-set eyes revealed a drum of confidence.

Encourage. Ah, a father's love is the sunshine in winter!

The winter sunshine, the warm and subtle sunshine in my heart, reflects my haze.

Winter skies. Like a hot rose blooming in my heart, or like a plum blossoming in the cold and snow, it opened my ignorant heart, allowing me to see the brilliant beam of light behind the darkness and the one in the ashes of the ruins.

Rub green. The sunshine in winter, the abundant and lyrical sunshine in my heart, you are like a burst in my heart.

The warm breeze blows gently, like bright red maples swaying on the mountainside, like a vast sea containing a stream.

The warm sunshine in spring is a charming and sensational beauty, which makes people reverie infinitely; Summer's.

The scorching sun is a passionate and unrestrained dance, which makes people leave everything behind and go deep into it; The euphemistic sunshine of autumn is a ripe and plump harvest; And I like the warm sunshine of that winter day the most, in the most chilly moment, let me.

Feel a warm and precious enjoyment. Let us soak up the sunshine of the four seasons and let the warmth fill ours.

Growth process, ride the sunshine of the sports car, happy forward!

The winter sun, the ray of sunshine in my heart, illuminates the space where my soul gathers, leading us to chase.

The starting point for chasing dreams.

The sunny day.

The passing years are as shallow as a song, and what the song is inexhaustible is the long and mellow fragrance, like fine wine, and the true feelings with endless aftertaste. In those bits and pieces of years, there is sunshine, haze, bleak wind, and heavy rain, but the sunny days will not be sealed in the dust.

In the early morning of that day, the downpour was washing the whole city, the sound of thunderclaps was endless, and outside the window, the sky was as dark as night, and there was really a feeling of "black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it". At this moment, the teacher, who had been bedridden for two days, dragged into the classroom with heavy steps. Because the composition attitude is not serious, a few days ago, I was reprimanded by the teacher fiercely, in the face of today's messy composition, the thoughts in my heart are chaotic, cut constantly, and the reasoning is messy.

Still, I was struck by the teacher's ill appearance: the waist that used to be tall had bent over; The ruddy face of the past is yellow; The loud voice of the past is dumb. Teacher, just drag the sick body to class.

After school, I was called to the teacher. On the table, is the composition. The paper was full of red circles, and my teeth and claws were framed inside.

The criticism is still so stroke by stroke, meticulous, but a little less strength. Looking at the teacher's slightly trembling hand, my heart suddenly shook.

The teacher began to speak. But in what language should I portray? Those words, clearly word by word, were squeezed out from between the two bloodless lips!

Outside, thunder and thunder hit the earth, bursting out with an earth-shattering loud noise; I was in the house, but I was unmoved, because those words suddenly possessed, an earth-shattering, weeping ghostly power! There was no flowery rhetoric, no intermittent sounds that drifted into the ears, no sonorous, no excitement, but the mouth of a patient wrapped in a silkworm chrysalis coat and in a chair, and that patient had struggled to come to work, because he did not want to delay the student's class! In that weak, hoarse voice, he analyzed an essay that was not serious from beginning to end, from the surface to the inside, word for word.

The teacher finished. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from the forehead and into the neck. A handful of medicine is swallowed down the throat.

When I left, the teacher's voice was almost indistinguishable.

Walking on the playground, the rain has long since stopped. The sun, in a cloudless sky. Smile at me.

On the horizon, there is a rainbow bridge. On that rainy day, I realized that I had the most precious treasure in the world. Every day with the teacher's selfless love, no matter the wind, frost, rain or snow, cloudy and sunny, it is sunny.