Watch the other shore write a composition

On September 1st, 2, I officially entered the door of middle school life.

I'm looking forward to a change of environment and a breath in junior high school after I've been struggling for six years. I remember when I was in primary school, I often complained that I had too much homework and was tired of exams. When I entered junior high school, I immediately felt that I was "dwarfed". It is well known that there are many homework.

Especially at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, when the bright moonlight came in and reflected on the white test paper on the ground, it was like the moonlight frosting under your feet, which was quite sad. A primary school and a junior high school are in the same place, but the taste of O2 is quite different.

when time passes through a forest, it will turn the lush green into warm red and then decadent brown. Two years is pitifully short. Once upon a time, when I graduated in the foreseeable future, I would wave to you where you could see it and say with a smile, "Hee hee, I'm going to catch you."

the expression is a sly thief. So, I was tied tight at first and became in a hurry.

All this goes on ... The other side of the west is the top of the east. In fact, before the sun rises, the dawn has already appeared on the horizon. On the other side of the cloud, we read loudly and early.

"speak up, you haven't had enough breakfast, have you?" My head teacher is full of energy! She is used to getting up early and going to bed late, and likes to listen to her disciples read aloud in the morning. She always thinks it's the sky.

But this chanting is far from my idea of "saving the soul". Listen, I started wandering on the edge of waking up. In fact, Grand Zhou is still a good friend.

besides, it's not that I haven't had enough breakfast, but that I haven't eaten at all. "Mom and Dad in the hot bed/How are you/It's really hard for your daughter to study on an empty stomach so early/"After a nap, I finally woke up, nothing but a red cent of my eyelids.

Since I entered the third grade, I have been very sensitive to red. When I see a red light at the crossroads, I will also see an extremely rich expression on my face, either excited or depressed, or confused or angry. The whole set of "expression broadcast gymnastics" is it. I'll meet some bulls in Spain, and maybe I can be brothers for a while.

oh, my score is 85, provided that "full mark is 12". Outside the window, a dead leaf whirled slowly down.

"Brother Fage" (our math teacher) is talking very happily in front of the blackboard. I lean against the back desk, listen carefully, and sometimes frown, and this eyebrow is locked for a long time. The so-called "frown" is nothing more than this.

Looking around periodically, I found that everyone else was busy writing, so I couldn't help but be flustered. So I picked up my pen and copied all the words written by Brother Fa into the test paper. "I don't care if he understands it or not, just copy it." Most copywriters think so.

I'm not good at math. I've been like this since primary school. I even had a series of dreams, dreaming that I was crying with Zidane, a lonely hero in the World Cup, holding a math test paper. My mother often said that it was hereditary, because mathematics didn't bring her too much pride and pride when she was a student, so she didn't blame me much.

But at the sight of that score, she will be unhappy again, and then criticize and educate me. Women, especially mothers, are always full of contradictions.

nevertheless, I still study math hard. I don't throw away the test paper after copying like others, I will read it carefully and analyze it.

first, I don't want Fage to do nothing. Second, I don't want to waste ink. Night after night, night after night with CO2 and coffee, my mother would get up from the warm bed in the middle of the night and peel apples for me. I watched her trembling and watched me eat apples until I finished eating. Listening to her words of comfort and encouragement, my tears could no longer be wrapped up.

Although it is often said that "grandchildren depend on key high schools", I still want to take the exam, perhaps for the cold apple every night and for the woman who peels the apple for me. My future days will be tied to a small notice.

I'm like a kayaker, landing in a new world. There will be snowflakes falling slowly in the sky on the endless land. Snow is the long-standing depression that the sky can't resist, and it falls in chaos in a hurry to find a warm support.

When the snow melts, the tears in the sky will be gone, the river will overflow with laughter, and the expression of the earth will become ambiguous. I imagine, sitting on the grass on the shore with a brand-new character, watching the sunset every day, watching the winding sunset glow as light and shadow.

I still hope that the heart on the other side will learn from the other side. 2. How to write 8 words on the other side of my heart

I like to sit by the window, look up at the spotless blue sky, look for the traces of migratory birds flying over, and look for the starting point of white clouds. Whenever I think of my happy childhood, I am always filled with emotion, and I can't tell what it is like, a little sweet, a little sour and a little bitter. Maybe I am wrong. Childhood is just like boiled water, with no taste at all. Everything is just my imagination, or maybe I shouldn't recall it at all, because it belongs to the other side.

I can't remember when I began to like the word "the other side", and I always felt that it could bring people happiness and hope. I once naively thought that one day I could wear a fluffy skirt and become a princess in the castle, and I would never have troubles and worries. But the world is not as beautiful as I imagined, and there are angels and demons. I don't know when I will become secular and hypocritical. I am full of deep fear for the future, because I am afraid to stand on the edge of the world. I am afraid to face that choice. I can only hope to reach the other shore with my own sweat and efforts. I hope that my heart will always be pure and kind after I reach the other shore.

The years pass quietly at my fingertips, and the cold hands keep drawing circles, and the days will disappear from one circle to another. Whenever I feel that time has passed, there is always something in my heart. Do you miss the days when you were full of smiles? Or are you deeply disappointed with your tears? I think the other shore should be a simple and happy world, a world without sorrow, just like a paradise. Every flower can show the brightest smile, every bird can breathe unscrupulously, and everyone can open their arms and embrace the warm sunshine. They keep growing and losing: they keep gaining and losing, and our hearts are covered with layers of hard armor in this kind of repetition, which cannot be melted until they are discovered. How much beauty have I lost, how much touch have I missed, and how much simplicity have I abandoned along the way?

I think the other shore is a palace full of warmth. There are many flowers and grasses, which is a corner abandoned by the world. Only there can everyone kiss the blue sky with the purest smile and sing hope with a loud song. I don't know if everyone will yearn for the other shore, but at least in my heart. The other shore is irreplaceable anywhere. With the passage of time, I don't know what I will lose. I just hope that I can react in time when I lose it, and I will never become vulgar.

Whenever I can't sleep at night, I will think of the other shore, whether the night on the other shore is as quiet and whether the moon on the other shore is as cold as ice, but I clearly know that only the world on the other shore will have a truly unchanging promise. Only then can I have the oath of eternal yearning for a thousand years, and the eternity on the other side is the most perfect and heroic forever.

I believe that one day I will reach the other side and become the eternity on the other side. 3. Reaching the other side of my dream composition

That Kongming lantern is my dream, a kind of sustenance, and one day she will go to a dreamy country, and I will reach the other side of success one day.

Sha, Sha and Saga wrote their dreams on the Kongming Lantern with joy and excitement. At this moment, this pen seems to be my bosom friend, and I let my heart pour out freely on the paper. Outside the dark classroom, we took the Kongming Lantern and lit it in a short time. The small fire was swaying in the gauze paper. I seemed to be a little afraid of releasing it 3, 2 and 1. I carefully released my hand and saw the Kongming Lantern swaying into the night sky. At first, I could see his full-hearted touch, gradually flying farther and farther. In the end, only a little red light was left, though small.

I'm like: She flew to my heart, and the lamp was burning in my heart. Don't give up, not because of my efforts. Even if the road ahead is dark, I won't stop pursuing my dreams, and I won't give up reaching the other side of my dreams, because there is a lamp in my heart that illuminates never decay and never give up. 4. What can I write in the composition "This shore and the other shore"

This is a juxtaposition composition topic. It is easy to write it first.

Here, "this shore" refers to the place where I am, which can be real or symbolic.

"The other shore" refers to the place where I yearn to go, which can also be real or symbolic.

How to dream in my current place? Where do you want to go? This is the focus of this topic.

To go where you want to go and where you dream, of course, you have to study hard. Struggle, etc.

This essay topic should be written as follows:

For example, describe your high school life as a dark shore. If you want to say that you yearn for a colorful college life, that is, the gorgeous shore, then how can you go to college and reach the other shore? Next, you have to write that you should study hard to overcome all difficulties

For another example, we can say that every great man struggles on the failed shore before reaching the bright and successful shore. For example, Edison, Madame Curie, Beethoven, etc. This can be written as an argumentative essay

Let's put it this way. 5. Going to the other shore to write a composition

The spring breeze has kept its promise as promised, awakened everything and won people's love; Chimonanthus praecox calmly faced the cold wind, revealed its fragrance and won people's praise; The warm sun shines on the earth and benefits everything, which has won people's pursuit. Honesty, calmness and dedication-the eternal topic of life and the other side of eternal pursuit. Towards the other side of honesty, calmness and dedication, the scenery of life is more pleasant and the value of life is sublimated.

Go beyond breaking promises, go to the other side of honesty, and feel the dignity of commitment. Without the lofty sentiments of a promise, how can we play a magnificent song of easy water delivery? Jing Ke kept his promise, fearlessly entered the Qin Dynasty, and died. He was respected by people. Honesty-the eternal melody of China chivalrous man. Without the promise of vows of eternal love, how can there be the beauty of butterfly dancing forever? Liang Zhu is unswerving, sticking to the loyalty of love and accompanying life and death, and they have been passed down through the ages. Honesty-the lingering dance of China's lover. Without the guarantee of integrity, how can there be a monument to the rise of China? China * * * has always adhered to the purpose of serving the people, self-denial and law-abiding for the people's happiness. Honesty-China's Commitment to Dignity.

abandon the * * * of dishonesty, and go to the other side of honesty, and your personality will be affirmed, your life will be sublimated, and your self-worth will be revealed in honesty.

Go beyond frustration, go to the other shore calmly, and feel indifferent happiness. Faced with the emptying of the turbid waves of the officialdom and the disappointment of his official career, Tao Qian chose to go to the other side calmly and live a comfortable life under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums. Faced with the exclusion of officialdom, Li Taibai chose to go to the other side calmly, sleepwalking in Tianmu Mountain with uninhibited feelings, and living a poetic life, which is desirable. In the face of being relegated many times, Su Shi was not frustrated. He chose to go to the calm shore and sing softly under the Red Cliff.

Let go of the frustration and go to the other shore calmly, where flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and the clouds in the sky are rolling. Isn't it a pleasure to live like this

Go beyond selfishness, go to the other side of dedication and feel the joy of giving. Xu Benyu gave up the comfort in the city and chose to teach in the depths of the mountains to ignite the hope in the mountains; Tan Qianqiu opened his loving arms and gave his life to protect the fresh life under his arm, which we will remember in our hearts; Li Chunyan, a clever swallow, flew into a lonely village in a poor country to relieve people's diseases and pains. We will always remember that spreading our wings. They are all silently dedicating themselves, not saying anything in return, and living a full and happy life.

Let go of selfishness and go to the other side of dedication, which is full of the glorious fragrance of human nature and edifies personality.

The other side of honesty, calmness and dedication is another realm in life. On the way, we can get spiritual encouragement. Upon arrival, a capitalized life will stand firm in the magnificent. 6. composition outline about "the other shore"

The tortoise race is an interesting story. I think everyone has read it. What did the tortoise win in the end? Let's take a good look back.

One day, a complacent little white rabbit met a tortoise walking step by step. The little white rabbit laughed at the tortoise's slowness, but the tortoise was not convinced and agreed to have a race with the white rabbit. At the beginning of the competition, the white rabbit was far ahead. When she was about to reach her destination, she wanted to sleep for a while and wait for the tortoise.

So the little white rabbit fell asleep. When she was sleeping soundly, the tortoise had passed her and continued to crawl. When the little white rabbit woke up, the tortoise was already waiting for her at the finish line.

From the tortoise race, we can draw a conclusion that the source of strength comes from persistent efforts, so long as we have full confidence in ourselves, the so-called difficulties are nothing more than that. Just like Edison, the inventor we admire, when he invented the electric lamp, he tried it 999 times without success in order to choose the right material for the filament. Others said that he failed, but he thought: I know that 999 materials are not suitable for the filament. I didn't fail, I just got closer to success.

finally, he invented the electric light. Edison had more than a thousand inventions in his life, and his achievements came from his own unremitting efforts.

Our life is like a high mountain. Only when you climb to the top step by step from the foot of the mountain, is it the time when you are the fastest, and the scenery in front of you is the most beautiful. When you encounter danger on the way, can you hold on? I think so.

As long as we have perseverance, the difficulty in front of you is not a stumbling block, but a stepping stone to get to the top faster. The other side of success is not far away, believe in yourself, as long as you persevere and do your best, whether you reach the other side or not, success is already at your feet.

persistence is followed by success, and any of us can do it. 7. Writing on the other side refers to the ideal realm. How to write a 5-word

model essay for reference:

the other side

the childhood I look forward to, year after year. Looking at the distant road, there are my mother's gentle footprints. On the other side of the ocean, my mother waved in the distance, borrowing the rippling sea water to convey the deep feelings ...

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When I was a child, my life was like a blank sheet of paper, without pictures or colors. It was my mother who took my hand and painted my colorful childhood one by one.

My childhood was beautiful. There were trees, clouds and the sun. No.