I want middle school students to write good sentences and paragraphs from the teacher, and they are

My heart is dead, and you burn paper if you have something.

In yesterday's loneliness, I knew shallowly that the helplessness in life is not only now; Ethereal, confused, confused, tangled. There are all the feelings, I feel Wu Couyan is deeply sad, God's love is not given to one person, and God's hatred is not let one person bear. The dream was still in front of me, but the wetness in my eyes let me know I was awake.

When you open your eyes, it's night, outside the window are the stars with concerns, under the bed is the quilt under the kick-down, and there is a faint halo outside the door. Today, I have insomnia again.

The pain will pass, and the beauty will leave "People must learn to forget, but also learn to cherish, it is life that brings us all these beautiful and worthy of nostalgia, so that we can face life with confidence." If you learn to be grateful for life and be considerate of others, you will purify your soul and let your memories stay and open up the future.

The old tree makes people derive a kind of awe for it. He never complains about the savagery of the wind, blowing off his branches and leaves, or the beating of the rain, disturbing his tranquility; I won't complain about people's wanton teasing or the noise of the city. It's not about going with the flow, it's about going with the flow.

It's not that I'm quietly suffering, it's just silent. It is often said that smart people tend to choose to be silent.

If there is an afterlife, you should be a tree and stand in a posture of eternity, without joy or sorrow.

Half in the dust, half in the wind, half in the shade, half in the sun. ”

If there is an afterlife, be a bird and fly through eternity, without the distress of being lost.

There is a fiery hope in the east, a warm nest bed in the south, a remnant sun in the west, and a fragrance awakened in the north.

She wanted the dawn, a dawn without any sound. Even though she longed for it, the echo refused to retreat.

On the journey of life, you have enriched my soul, developed my intellect, and ignited the light of hope for me. Thank you, teacher!

The spring breeze of teachers bathes my heart every day.

The teacher is the cultivator of beauty and the sower of beauty. It is you who shine with the sunshine of beauty and moisturize with the rain and dew of beauty, and our hearts are green grass and flowers.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and purer than friendship. You --- the love of your teacher, the greatest and purest in the world.

Choose 100 words for yourself.

Three years have passed like a cloud, and the angel of time has relentlessly shifted the hour hand to parting. On this parting occasion, our mood is like the waves of the sea. I remember that when we first entered the school gate, we were still bouncing teenagers, how naïve and naïve!

And now, we have grown up, and our faces are full of maturity I remember that when we first entered the school, we could only add, subtract, multiply and divide, how ignorant and how poor. And now, we seem to be through astronomy, geography, sprinkled with oceans, full of sunshine and rain for three years, three years of hard work, flowers are blooming, purple and red; The fruit is ripe and fruitful. The flowers are dancing in gratitude for this fertile soil; The frequent sound of the fruit is to repay the hard gardener, no matter how high the kite flies, its thread still holds your hand; No matter how far the wanderer goes, his heart still hangs on his mother.

No matter where we go, we will never forget you, the teacher; We will study hard and dedicate ourselves to you, the teacher, with excellent results!

Only by setting off will we reach our ideals and destinations, only by working hard will we achieve brilliant success, and only by sowing seeds will we have harvest. Only the pursuit will taste the upright people.

Although you are still just a young seedling. However, as long as you persevere, you will eventually become a towering tree; Although you are only a trickle now, as long as you persevere, you will eventually embrace the sea; Although you are only a young eagle now, as long as you have a high mind, after a few falls, you will eventually occupy the blue sky.

The Himalayas go straight to the sky, but there are climbers' flags on them; The Sahara Desert stretches as far as the eye can see, but there are trekkers' footprints in it; The walls of the Alps stand thousands of miles, but there are explorers among them; The Brahmaputra River is turbulent and mighty, but there are stories of brave people in it.

There is no depth of the blue sky, there can be the elegance of white clouds; Without the magnificence of the sea, there can be the elegance of a stream; There is no fragrance of the wilderness, there can be the verdant green of the grass. There is no bystander seat in life, we can always find our own place, our own light source, our own voice.

Perhaps it is the misfortune of fate that is destined to shatter his colorful dreams; Maybe it's the ruthlessness of heaven and earth that will eventually take their hard work as a bubble, or maybe it's a lot of incomprehensible but real obstacles and setbacks, which have already turned the high-spirited struggle and indomitable attack into sorrow and loneliness, then please reflect on ourselves in failure!

The successful flower, people only envy its current brightness; And the original buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. ”

Try it, instead of standing quietly on the beach like a penguin, looking forward to the opportunity, but like a goshawk constantly flying and hovering, persistently seeking. Try it, not to sigh in vain in the face of the twists and turns of the future and overgrown weeds, but to overcome obstacles and explore step by step. Try it, instead of sticking to the confinement of fate and leaving it at the mercy of fate, but struggling to knock on its mysterious door and open a new world.

Smile and sing the ballad of life.

How far can a person go? This is not to ask about the feet, but about the aspirations; How high can a person climb? It's not about hands.

Rather, it is to ask about the will. So, I used the enthusiasm of youth to set a plateau goal for myself. Not only to strive for a kind of glory, but also to strive for a kind of glory, but also to pursue a realm.

When the goal is achieved, it is glorious. If the goal cannot be achieved, life will also travel with the ups and downs along the way, becoming rich and fulfilling; In my opinion, it is worth it.

1. The wind sang a song and woke up the sleeping earth.

2. Naughty raindrops love to dance on umbrellas.

3. The waves splashing on the bow of the boat are singing joyful songs.

4. Autumn has arrived, and the golden red fruit on the tree is smiling, and she is nodding and smiling at us.

5. The begonia fruit shakes its round little face and nods at you.

Smile. 6. The thin snow seemed to be suddenly shy, slightly revealing a little pink.

7. The red pomegranates are like the cute smiling faces of little girls, hiding among the branches.

8. There are also one or two street lights leaking in the cracks of the trees, and the listless ones are the eyes of the thirsty and sleepy.

9. The waves stretched out their arms and lifted me up violently.

10. The radio keeps talking every day, which makes the neighbors very annoying!

11. Lacewings sing low here, and crickets play the piano here.

12. Spring is still shallow, but the plum blossoms on the top of several mountains are struggling to spit out red buds.

13. The breeze blows softly, caressing my face softly.

14. The lotus flowers in the lotus pond are shyly playing.

15. Fallen leaves dance with the wind.

16. I bathe in the embrace of nature, let the soft evening breeze caress my sideburns, blowing away all depression and troubles.

17. In March, the silver pear tree that had been sleeping for a winter was awakened by the drizzle.

18. It takes off its shabby cloak and begins a new life; It greedily sucks the fresh, sweet dew of spring, and slowly grows lovely green leaves.

19. On a midsummer night, the breeze is blowing slowly, and the bright moon is chasing.

The sunset, climbing over the mountain early, hangs in the middle of the sky, and the moonlight seems to carry a coolness, driving away the residual heat left by the hot sun.

20. The spider dragged the flies around, and when the flies were exhausted, the spiders happily enjoyed the meal.

Can you see if it's okay?

God is fair, because he is unfair to everyone (crazy reading) Travel is to go from the place where you are tired of living to the place where others are tired (ibid.) There is only one way to succeed - that is, to live life in your own way (those things in the Ming Dynasty) Love one does not need a reason, and scolding a person does not need an excuse (ibid.) I am always in the deepest despair, meet the most beautiful surprise (a few meters) The worries of the world first, and the joy and joy of the world after the world (Fan Zhongyan, Yueyang Lou Ji) Threesome, there must be my teacher, Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones and change the two people in your life, one is amazing time, and the other is gentle and the years are expected to adopt.