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This study doesn't have to be about celebrities, painters, ......Actually, it's very easy to write, you don't need to use your brain, I was all making it up at the time, so I wrote a pianist.

I've had a talent for ** since I was a child, and I have a soft spot for **. I remember when I was a child, I couldn't sleep, so my mother let me listen to it. That ** seems to be magical, as soon as I heard it, I immediately calmed down, and before I knew it, I fell asleep peacefully.

When I was in kindergarten, my mother started teaching me to play the piano, and because I had a good sense of music, I learned it in a short time. Moreover, I have a strong relationship with the piano, and I can't put it down, and I often play it for hours at a time. Seeing that I was so fascinated, my mother hired a piano teacher for me to study hard.

Sure enough, I lived up to my mother's expectations and successfully passed the eighth grade. When I think about it, I can't help but cheer for myself.

In terms of **, I love singing even more. I never get tired of listening to that beautiful tune, and the emotions contained in that ** make me even more obsessed. No matter how low I was at the time, I would be in a happy mood after listening to it; When I have a problem, I listen to a lyrical song and I will be tempted.

How amazing it is!

When I was in the second grade, I was honored to join the school choir, but due to my lack of experience at that time, I didn't participate in the competition, but after all, it was important to participate! In the fifth grade, I "patronized" the choir again and successfully passed the selection and qualified for the competition. At this time, I cheered for myself.

Some people like flowers, some people like big trees, but I like grass. I like the ordinariness of the grass, I like the weakness of the grass, I like the simplicity of the grass, I like the crystal of the grass, I like the romance of the grass, I like the toughness of the grass, the grass; People usually see you as a symbol of weakness. Indeed, you are very small, and even a small drop of dew can make you bow your head.

Spring is coming, envy you quietly arch through the soil, no matter how cold the wind is, you are quietly long. Tender, green and chic sprinkled all over the field. One, ten, hundred, ten thousand are like stars in the sky; No one can count.

No matter what the soil, you slowly taste the freshness of spring, the fragrance of summer, the golden yellow of autumn, and the whiteness of winter. You have firmly rooted the roots of perseverance and perseverance into the soil and stretched out in all directions, which can be described as strong and steadfast. "The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Every time, the wind rages, you become stronger. With each rain wash, your leaves become greener. Little by little, the power of life is accumulated, rooted in your beliefs and ideals, waiting to bloom the wreath of life.

I sincerely praise the grass, the grass; You are ordinary, you are just a leaf, you are great, you have integrated yourself into heaven and earth. Your ordinariness comes from many obstacles, the laws of nature. Your greatness comes from a bumpy road, and you choose to be strong.

Grass; You don't have the pride of the pines. You look for a way to survive with a gesture of humility. You will not be disgusted by the barrenness of the land, and you will not be afraid of the harshness of the environment.

You don't care about people's wanton trampling, you are not afraid of hardships and dangers, on the high mountains, under the cliffs, in the cracks of the rocks, and even in the cracks of the fields and crops, as long as there is land, you will exist. "Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. "This is the praise of the ancient poets who dismantled the sect.

A tree slowly sprouts from a seed, it is so delicate, fluttering in the wind and rain. Let the wind and rain tease. The tree grew gradually, and its leaves hardened; The foliage is lush like thousands of green velvet umbrellas.

The sturdy tree had to shake its shoulders when it faced the wind and rain again.

The towering trees also fell to the sound of the axes of the lumberjacks; also reduced to ashes in the raging fire; He also died in his short time due to his thin body. The big trees are dying one after another for various reasons, and the cycle repeats. Only it, the mighty tree, is alive.

It doesn't know how many times its leaves have been green, how many rings it has, and how many times the sky has turned white. The birds around it are all old and dead, only the wind is still young, and whenever the wind passes under the branches and leaves of the tree, it will always stop and tell it about the past, so that the tree is no longer lonely, and I feel a warm current in my heart.

The tree was still growing, and its bark was getting harder and harder; Leaves are also becoming scarcer. During the day, the sun is like fire, and the hot sun roasts the trees; At night, in the dark of night, the beautiful moon never gives the trees a glimmer of light. The tree feels like the lowest, the most pitiful, the most incompetent tree in the world!

How he wishes it could be as popular as a newborn tree! The birds thought the tree was old and immortal, and flew to the new branches to chirp and play. The big tree had to live a lonely life.

One day, the workers of the engineering team came here to build a community, and the remaining new branches fell one by one in a burst of axe sounds. It was the turn to cut down the big tree. The engineers of the engineering team cut off 8 axes, but the tree was still undamaged, and the uncles of the engineering team had to leave the big tree as a landscape.

The tree survived again.

The community was built, the old people enjoyed the shade and chatted under the trees, and the children played hide and seek under the trees. Everyone sees the tree as their own amusement garden.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. An archaeologist came to this community and found that the tree was an ancient tree planted by Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty thousands of years ago, so he fenced it off. People can only look up from a distance, cast admiring glances, and see the big trees as their ancestors.

In this way, the big tree has become the pride of the people in the community.

Since then, the tree has understood that the value of his life lies in survival!

Reading "Flying Birds" has feelings This year's winter vacation, I was fortunate to get a book that is very touching, unforgettable, reluctant, reluctant, reluctant, can't put it down, tearful, sleeping, and dreaming, that is, the famous, famous, unparalleled, famous, well-known, well-known at home and abroad, and the great writer Tagore wrote "The Bird Collection". Today, I read this collection of Tagore's poems, The Birds. As soon as I read it, I fell in love with this book, and I also went to hide.

From now on, I will admire Tagore. The book consists of 325 short and concise poems. These small poems with free form, exquisite language, short and concise, melodious temperament, outstanding, thought-provoking, clear penmanship, and unpretentious simplicity seem to carry a little childlike fun, a little vicissitudes, a little melancholy, a little sadness, a little heartache...

Savor it, as if it contains a little philosophical ......In short, one word: good! Two words:

Very good! Three words: exceptional!

Four words: Exceptional。。 It is said that it has childlike fun because the poems in "Flying Birds" are written about the common "dead things" in life, and give them "vitality" and "the power to speak".

This sentence is that the author gave the waterfall "the power to sing"; Or as he writes in chapter 86 of the sail chain: "'In 'You have words from me, the author has given them 'the power to speak.' It is said to be philosophical because Tagore can see many intricate principles of life from those seemingly ordinary things.

If you read carefully, then you will find that the philosophy in this sentence is not difficult to find: time is like a naughty child, if you are not careful, he will slip under your nose, therefore, time is precious, and it is also true that every inch of time is gold. Shakespeare, the famous playwright of the world, once famously said:

On the big clock of time, there are only two words - now! Meaning: The time on the clock is now, in front of you, not just now or tomorrow.

Time flies and keeps moving forward. What was just now has become a thing of the past in a blink of an eye. What we keep seeing is the "now", but they immediately become the "past", the "present", the "past", so fast!

So we must seize the time now, seize every "now", study hard, and start working hard from every minute and every second of the "now"! Although I have only understood one-third of the book and two-thirds of the book, Tagore's poems are still relatively esoteric, difficult, mysterious, weird, strange, and terrifying to me, but his spiritual language has its own unique style and charm, which makes his poems bring a sense of beauty to people, and it is also the reason why my books make me love them.

Today is the 65th birthday of the motherland, here, I would like to say to this selfless mother: "You have worked hard"!

Today, in the golden autumn of October, our Pufan Ditian City is also dressed in festive costumes to welcome the arrival of the motherland's birthday.

In the early morning, when the sun rises, on the square in front of the Municipal People's Congress, the sedan chair is flying and the hot air balloon dances happily in the breeze: from time to time, it sways back and forth; From time to time, the ...... swings from side to sideMore than 2,000 people gathered in the square, waiting for that solemn moment. Accompanied by the beautiful and moving melody of "singing the motherland", the People's Liberation Army held the bright red five-star red flag in both hands and walked towards the flagpole with vigorous steps.

In the solemn national anthem, the five-star red flag was raised. At that solemn moment, I was reminded of the texts I had studied (the founding ceremony) when I personally raised the first five-star red flag, and the lively scene at that time.

The arrival of the National Day has broken the tranquility of Putian City. In the middle of the urban area, there is a straight, spacious and clean street, which runs from east to west, and connects with the pedestrian street, which runs through the east and west, in a straight line, forming a "one" shape. Buildings lining the streets and highways – shopping malls, clothing stores, fruit shops, ......There is a neon sign at the door of the store:

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, ......Colorful, dazzling, and overwhelming. Cars on the streets and highways are galloping, like waves in the Yangtze River. On the pedestrian street, there are crowds of people, and all kinds of people come and go, and the river is ......endless

Putian's Book City is no exception, where many children sit quietly on the carpet under the leadership of their parents, concentrating on books. If I had a camera at the time, I would have taken a picture of this moving scene.

Dear friends, we are the rising sun of the motherland in the 21st century, a dazzling star on the land of the motherland, the hope of the motherland, and the pride of the nation.

I have encountered a lot of mutual love things so far, and one of the things that I remember the most is one day, when I arrived at the door, I found that I forgot to bring my key, and my neighbor helped me.

That afternoon, as I was walking down the path home, and the sun was about to set, I got to the front of the house and suddenly realized that I didn't have a key with me. I rummaged through my bag several times and couldn't find it. I thought again, today, my mother is on a business trip, and my father is working overtime.

Just when I was in a hurry, an aunt I didn't know came to me and said, "Kid, don't you have the key?" Do you want to lend you my phone to call my parents?

She looked at me and said, "I'm your new neighbor, maybe you don't know it, I just moved here last week." "There seems to be such a thing, so I first called my dad on my mobile phone, and after telling him, I went to the neighbor's house.

As soon as I entered her house, she brought me slippers and said to me, "Go to the living room and do your homework." When you're done, you can watch TV for a while.

When I told my neighbor that my dad was coming home late, she said without thinking, "It doesn't matter, let's eat at my house, I'm the only one at home." ”

After dinner, she told me about some things and experiences.

Ding-dong, ding-dong......"Interrupted my conversation with my aunt. The aunt said, "It must be your dad who came back to pick you up, so get ready." "Dad thanked my aunt at the door and took me home.

After this incident, I became good friends with my neighbors. Sometimes, I ask her for advice on homework that I don't know. I feel that love is the warmest word in the world. How beautiful it is to live in a warm and caring atmosphere.

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