That blue composition is 700 words.

That touch of blue is deeply imprinted in my heart. -inscription

I have seen the sky in harmony with the sea, the dizzy sky in the sunset, and the gloomy and dark sky in rainy days. And I, alone, love the blue sky. I woke up under the blue sky. I am a person who likes to listen to music with headphones plugged in and giggle at the sky alone. Is a girl who has some inferiority complex and doesn't like words. I have a bad figure and am very fat. My face is covered with scars left by hot sores when I was a child. I hate being so ugly. Day after day, I gradually stopped talking. My father seemed to find my abnormality, but he didn't say anything. He just took me out of the house and went to a club to play. We came to a cowboy country club. The scenery there is beautiful, beautiful. The sun was bright that day, but it was not dazzling. It shines on me warmly, and I feel refreshed and comfortable.

Get out of the car. Because I don't like contact with strangers, I refuse to go with my parents and their parents and ask to visit alone. At first they refused, but at our insistence they acquiesced. They left the door first and then went in. Looking at them, my friend's daughter is so excellent that she laughs with her parents. I can't help feeling a little jealous. Look at the sky, tears flow back to my sour throat. Somehow, the bright and warm sunshine makes people feel dazzling. I walked slowly along the road, and my parents had disappeared. I stuffed my headphones and enjoyed the scenery around me. I walked aimlessly on the road. There's only one way here. I am very happy because I don't have to choose the next intersection. The song in the mobile phone has been played several times, and at the end of the road, there is only one road left, either turn right or go back. I choose to bypass that corner.

Maybe my parents' conversation with that girl really affected me. Walking to the corner, two big characters came into view-bungee jumping. I would definitely choose to look back before, but this time I chose to move forward. Maybe it's a sign from God. I took the elevator to the bungee platform. It's really high, high and cold here. It is really "unattainable". My legs are shaking, and there is a little sweat in the palm of my fist. I admit, I'm scared. In retrospect, I thought of the smiling faces of my parents and that girl, and my sad face. I made up my mind to change myself, so this time I chose to be brave. It's my turn The staff fastened my seat belt and stood in front of the stage. My heart couldn't help shaking again. After listening to the staff's advice, I silently opened my arms, closed my eyes and jumped. The wind gently brushed my cheek, and I opened my closed eyes. Seeing the blue sky, the scenery below is really beautiful, but the scenery in the sky is even more beautiful: what impressed me most is the clarity and depth of the sky and the clear and transparent air. The fresh and light air is swaying and rolling quietly like waves, and it seems that it feels more free at high places. I fly like a bird. The blue sky, lush mountains and clear streams constitute a magnificent picture, and I seem to be the protagonist of this picture.

Going back to that corner and looking at those two big characters, I smiled, and I smiled sincerely. I know I have overcome the difficulties and become brave. Gradually, I love to laugh and talk, and I am no longer lonely. In the sun, a lonely figure is missing and a charming smiling face is added. I am no longer that little girl with a little inferiority complex. I have changed myself. I learned to communicate, to joke, to be strong and brave. I want to thank God for all this, and thank you for letting me go over that corner.

That touch of blue is deeply imprinted in my heart. That touch of blue touched my heart.

2: blue touch

I came across a photographic work about Canema Park in Venezuela. I don't know why, I was deeply attracted by it. There are no gorgeous colors in the picture, and there are no vibrant birds and flowers, only a piece of blue, blue mountains, clear water and blue sky. At that moment, I was a little dull, and my heart seemed to have broken a hole. Those memories pour down like running water, and slowly gather together to fill up, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

Through that blue, I seem to see the well in my hometown. Mottled, after all, can not get rid of the erosion of years, but still can maintain the purity of the heart. Its heart is so clear and transparent. Under the sunshine, it has a little blue halo, sweet and full of cordial taste. Grandpa said that it was our life and supported countless people. At that time, I knew that the well was the source of my life and the source of saving all living things, and I had a special respect for it.

There is a peach tree in my backyard, which is flourishing. It and Lao Jing followed me through a happy childhood. I used to think that such a vigorous tree would never die. Until that spring, it didn't bring the pink baldness I expected. I began to simply think that it just hibernated and didn't wake up. So, I stubbornly waited and watered it with the water from the old well every day, hoping it would come back to life, because grandpa said that the water in the old well could prolong life and save lives. However, when I saw its bare trunk and bark that could be easily peeled off by hand, all my stubbornness, beliefs and hopes vanished in an instant. At that moment, I suddenly felt very sad. Watching a life fade away, but there is nothing you can do. Grandpa said that the insects were so serious that the trunk was hollowed out that I couldn't live. Grandpa's heavy sigh weighs heavily on my heart like a boulder, and I can't breathe.

Watching it fall, it burned into clouds of fire, and finally it turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind, leaving only bare stumps, proving that it once existed. At that moment, I finally understood that the so-called life is sometimes too fragile to resist a few bugs. Well, I can't save it. I can't save it. I can't even save it. Life is so fragile that I can't get out of the peach tree's death for a long time.

Maybe I was too stubborn, and it took me a long time to understand that everything in the world is always a law. We have no way to change, so we should learn to accept it calmly. Peach tree from sowing, germination, growth, flowering, fruiting, silently dedicated everything, and finally left. Just finished one of its life processes.

For life, people are the same, from birth, growth, getting old, and finally becoming a small mound, life is so short. Some people use a few numbers to write for a lifetime, while others can't write for a lifetime with a thousand words. The most precious thing we leave behind is never material wealth, but strong spiritual connotation. "How many things, never worry; Heaven and earth turn, and time waits for no one. Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day. " After all, we can't resist wasting time. Maybe one day, when we get old and fall down like peach trees, will we think about what you left behind and have any regrets? Blue, the color of life, can accommodate hundreds of rivers after the vast sky. That touch of blue has been deposited in my heart for a long time, even if time passes, it can't dilute its color at all.

3: blue touch

The radian of your waist is a bright color that can't disappear in my heart.

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The sea breeze blows over the continuous sand surface, and the air is filled with tiny sand grains. An unremarkable paper towel was blown away. I bent down and gently picked it up and threw it into the trash can not far away. The corners of my mouth are wide and shallow, reflecting a faint smile on my mature face. In a blink of an eye, the setting sun is already low, reflecting the halo near the end. The light sprinkled on the beach reminds me of the memories that touched my heart, and the bright colors seem to reappear in front of me.

That summer, I bought a popsicle from the stall, sweating profusely. I opened the wrapping paper while walking, regardless of the image. Then put the popsicle in your mouth, and your mouth is already very thirsty. At this time, my unwrapped wrapping paper was discarded on the beautiful beach. Just as I was licking the popsicle happily, a figure flashed in front of my eyes. Her behavior was like a touch of bright color, which went straight into my heart covered by secularity and vanity. I saw her running to my cold drink wrapping paper from a distance, bending her slender waist and carefully picking it up in the trash can not far away. Such a simple action made my face blush all over.

It turned out that she was the flower girl who was my age but didn't go to school when I sold popsicles. At that time, she expected me to patronize her flowers with hopeful eyes. I exhausted my vanity and handed her a 100 yuan just to mock her clumsy change speed. I really think that such an uneducated, black and thin flower girl can do something extraordinary. I really feel terrible. She is really contemptible. So I didn't have any leftovers from buying flowers to leaving.

The popsicle has melted into water droplets in my hand. And at this moment, my heart has been lit by her. She is neither ugly nor clumsy. She is like an industrious angel, flying on this lyrical beach. I feel ashamed that she is so sincere to others. I am ashamed of her noble behavior. A thousand words can't tell me my apologies and admiration for her, and I can't stop her from penetrating my heart from the inside out.

Memories come into my mind like the speed of light and are put back in that corner of my heart. The girl who sells flowers is gone, but the bright color she left me will remain in my heart forever. Now I have learned to be independent and tolerant. Learn to be a civilized person with more practical actions.

A person's dignity lies not in her wealth, but in how she treats people; A truly noble person must find sincerity in treating others, tolerance for people and responsibility for talking to civilization in the life of alternating light and shade.