Leave a beautiful footprint, leave a beautiful footprint essay Rubik s Cube

It's useless to do your own things and rely on others!

The breeze passed over the lake, leaving behind beautiful ripples; Butterflies pass through the flowers, leaving behind a fluttering dance; Trees pass through the four seasons, leaving behind a circle of rings that are either wide or narrow. I have walked in the world, leaving a series of footprints, a string of footprints that are not gorgeous but lasting, not bright but warm, not brilliant but let me have endless aftertastes. When the spring breeze wakes up the sleeping stream, when the spring rain moistens the dry air, the tender green all over the mountains and fields becomes the most beautiful paradise for children.

When I was a child, I was like a wild child, running in the mountains with my neighbor's mates, from sunrise to sunset, not tired, not boring, only knowing that the strings of elm money are the best delicacy in the world. Although I had no knowledge and no knowledge of the world at that time, I also learned the principle that I had to stand up if I fell down and have courage without crying on the rocky mountain road, so I grew up in this way. My childhood memories are a series of footprints, discontinuous but always happy.

In this way, I swayed through my childhood in the mountains, leaving carefree footprints. Fourteen or fifteen years old, perhaps it is the age of sentimentality, and it was at this time that I came across a sad fairy tale - "The Little Prince". Closing the book and wiping away the tears left in the corners of my eyes, I began to think about love and responsibility like a philosopher, and seemed to understand the little prince's attachment to roses and the little fox's expectation of love.

So, I learned to take responsibility and care. I began to learn to give a short ** to the family on my parents' birthdays, and I began to learn to think carefully before making promises. In this way, at that sentimental age, I walked softly, leaving a series of footprints that began to be deep.

Time is constantly passing, the seasons are constantly reincarnating, and we must keep moving forward. Slowly, I gradually had a dream in my heart, like a seed in the soil looking forward to the opening in the summer. Anyone who has a dream is great, there will be a miracle if there is courage, I regard this as a creed of life, on this road continue to walk, keep walking, accompanied by a group of friends who are also persistent, behind the dense footprints, is the ark of our ideals.

In this way, I walked in this time of chasing my dreams, leaving a series of footprints without regrets. Looking back, the series of footprints behind me, neat or scattered, profound or impetuous, happy or sad, are all my treasures, all of which have been collected by time. Quietly, I left a series of footprints in my growth.

I will cherish these footprints, because even if I get lost, my footprints will follow closely.

The joy of growing up.

Whew....Whew...."The howling north wind blows through the window; "Rustle...."Rustle...."A light rain danced through. All the sounds are so rhythmic, and with the rhythm of this "exhale" and this "sand", it seems to gradually open the door of my sleeping old heart.

Prosperity and decline, spring to autumn, I have sent through countless winters, ushered in countless springs. However, in this send-off, a welcome, a welcome, a send-off, I gradually matured. Remember those innocent and innocent laughter; Familiar with the slightly thick but tender voice; Looking forward to that pure and masculine voice.

I'm growing, I'm accumulating happiness...I grew up, and my worries piled up. As you get older, you have more and more worries and less joy.

Oh, yes! It's been a long time since I've watched TV for a night, I haven't played on the computer for a long time, and I haven't chatted about an idle day for a long time

Do your own thing, so that you can leave a good footprint in your life.