A composition describing watchkeeping

Introduction: Watch is a Chinese word, which means to keep watch. The following is my collection of essays about watchkeeping, which are welcome for your reference. Chapter 1: Watching

Qing Fu Su Qin, plowing Nanshan at night, sighing a song "Returning to the Garden", then a watch was weak; Happy to fight against the wind, like to make turbid waves, and hum a song to watch the sea, which was a sweet effort when watching.

success in watchkeeping requires indifference!

Tao Yuanming, a cultivator in Nanshan, was leisurely and peaceful, which was a kind of leisure under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums. The breeze and the moon's shadow make a light heart transparent, a flying hoe and a floating robe light. The wise men of the ages abandoned the dirty world and chose pure indifference. Even though the grass is full of beans and seedlings, they still have the happiness of success. Henggu's watch passes through the emptiness of time and time, and with a indifference, we can rush to success.

success in watchkeeping requires self-confidence!

it's vast, swallowing clouds and spitting moon, and endless rivers are tearing the boundless sky. Cao Cao stood on the precipitous rock, his green beard fluttering, his shirt flying, his sword clanking, and his eyes flashing with heroism and domineering. The trip to the sun and the moon, if out of it. Star Han is brilliant, if it seems that the world belongs to him, endless self-confidence is behind the sense of success that unites the whole country. This kind of watchfulness in swords and swords is based on self-confidence, so that it can soar in Wan Li for thousands of years.

it takes an effort to watch successfully!

The snow is flying and the cold wind is sweeping the floor, which can't stop Song Lian's efforts to seek knowledge. With a roll in your hand and a candle on the table, who cares about clothes and food? Ice and snow, windy and rainy, but I don't know that the Japanese body is not as good as people. Decades of monotonous repetition and decades of painful efforts have finally turned into the happiness of a successful moment and finally into the joy of hearing and hearing. In order to watch success in suffering, we must use hard work as a paddle before we can sail out of the endless sea of suffering.

Drink a pot of infatuation and indifference, adding confidence to the success of the watch; Take a mouthful of endless self-confidence and hope for the success of the watch; Have a sweet drink and work hard to provide motivation for watching success.

heart, still watching. Chapter 2: Watch

the future, a very abstract term. It seems that the future I imagined before is exactly who I am now. The following is the content of my composition about watching the future. Welcome to check it.

I once heard a saying: The time when willfulness was allowed was called youth. I often ask myself, what is my youth like? Will there be relatives and friends who allow me to be willful and tolerant of my willfulness? Maybe. Will I always be so happy? Maybe. When I grow up, can I still be spoiled in my parents' arms? Maybe. Will the future be as beautiful as I imagined? Maybe.

maybe, I can go on like this all the time. Because my future has never been clear, and the front is white, which seems to satirize my ignorance. I never know what the future will look like, and I don't know what will happen in the next moment. I just stand in the same place and watch silently, watching my distant future.

the future is a very abstract term. It seems that the future I imagined before is exactly who I am now. Open my previous diaries, photo albums, classmates' books ... and even the kindergarten leave handbook, which witnessed my growth. I really can't help sighing, as if I saw myself growing up bit by bit, but I couldn't bear to look back on some past events. Once childish thoughts, funny actions, ignorant questions, sad tears, happy smiles, everything reappeared in front of us. But no matter how beautiful it is, it can't be forgotten, and no matter how sad it is, it can't last for time. When I was a child, I fantasized about what I would look like when I grew up countless times. Now, I have completely forgotten it. Now I am different from before. I have learned to be strong, to think and to be grateful. What has passed has passed, so why look back? Bury it deeply in your heart and cherish it silently.

I have always admired Jing M.Guo, who can write such beautiful and sad youthful words, and have my own books. I hope that I can have my own words like him in the future. Just finished reading his book "The Summer Solstice has not yet arrived", and my heart hurts deeply. Indulge in the novel that summer, I witnessed a beautiful love, a sincere friendship, quietly blooming in a city covered with camphor. I can't help but feel that growing up is really a cruel thing. It is like a long dream, and it is a heavy night after waking up. The future, too, is lost in nightmares.

what will happen to me without my parents? What kind of person am I going to be? What are you going to do when you grow up? When I calm down, these questions come one after another and keep hovering in my mind. I think I have the answers to the first two questions, but the last one has never been solved. Without my parents, I will be helpless, and I don't even have enough ability to support myself. After that, I am at a loss and have no choice. Therefore, we must cherish and thank our parents now, work hard and try again to accumulate enough strength. What kind of person am I going to be? After thinking about thousands of answers, I finally decided to be a kind person. Always believe that good is rewarded, there is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world. Just, is the world really as beautiful as we thought? Finally, what do you want to do when you grow up? I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't think of a clue. So when the teacher asks me about my dream, I will always be content with the current answer: study hard and make progress every day, and make a little progress every day. Maybe this is something I want to do, but it's not after I grow up, but every day.

time is still there, but we fly. In the blink of an eye, it is winter again, and the north wind whistling outside the window blows into people's bone marrow with biting cold. A wild goose left behind struggled to flap its wings and crossed the white sky as if it had been washed. People put on heavy cotton-padded jackets, narrowed their necks, and a string of hot air came out of their mouths and walked quickly through the streets. In winter, it is always like this. Does it mean that a new year is coming, or another year will pass? In the future, always doing puzzles with me. I finally caught up with it, but it ran to the front naughty again. Like water in my palm, I can't catch it. I think I should stop, watch it silently and look at it quietly. Then, do what you should do now.

It took me so long to finally understand: we don't need to see the future clearly, because the future is the continuation of the present, and only by grasping the present can we be qualified to watch the future. Edison told me: life is too short, there are too many things to do, and I have to race against time. Only now belongs to you and can be held in your own hands. And grasping the present, I think I need to have the ability to perceive happiness. Cherish what you have and be yourself in a down-to-earth manner. Grasp the present. Starting from today, every day should be lived to the fullest.

Although the future is unpredictable, we can't give up the vision in our hearts. As long as we grasp the present, the future will be beautiful. Please believe me. I will definitely try my best not to leave any regrets in my future, and please believe me. Dear friends, please hold fast to the present and watch our own future with me ... Chapter 3: Watch the Sky Composition < P > I grew up in Xiaotun village in Qinling Mountain. I am familiar with every grass, tree, flower and leaf on the mountain. The people in the village are scattered on the hillside, and one is far away from the other, but the relationship between the villagers is very harmonious. Everyone helps anyone who is in trouble.

My grandfather and I are the only ones at home. My grandfather brought me up. He is always in my childhood silhouette.

Although Grandpa is a northern man, he is not rude, but meticulous. In order to increase my nutrition in the growing period, my grandfather had to bear the pain of pulling his old ox, which he had raised for more than ten years, to the market and selling it. He replaced it with a milk sheep and milked it for me every day.

He is over seventy years old. Every day, he has to carry a bamboo basket much bigger than himself, bring a sickle and stagger to the dangerous mountainside to cut fresh forage for the sheep. Every time he climbs up, he breathlessly smokes a pipe of cigarettes to slow down.

In my hometown, it's "one family cooks a hundred fragrant dishes". I stood at the door with fragrant goat milk, which attracted the envious eyes of a group of partners. I took a slow sip, followed by a group of saliva. My fellow villagers are all skinny because of malnutrition, but my face always has a healthy glow, and my grandfather sat on the pier and looked at me and smiled.

Everything is so simple, simple and happy, but misfortune comes quietly.

Grandpa's leg illness suddenly became serious years ago. I had to call my parents and ask them to come back. This is the first time they have come home in three years. Grandpa's condition is getting worse day by day. I mow the sheep and milk it for grandpa every day. Only when he drinks milk every day, he no longer groans in pain, but still smiles and says to me, "It's good to raise a child and raise a child to prevent old age." My heart is pulled hard again.

On the morning of the first day of junior high school, my mother walked into the house with a big bag and a small bag. At first glance, she saw the sheep tied in the yard and asked, "Whose sheep is this?" I ignored her, and she was surprised at how I ignored her. She said angrily, "Lili, let me ask you something. Whose sheep is this?" "I don't know." I didn't say that angrily, so I brought a bench into the hall. Grandpa sat in a chair and said with a smile, "It's good to be back.".

On the third day of breakfast, my father told my grandfather that he would transfer me to Xi 'an, and asked him if it was ok. Grandpa said, "OK, how about Xi 'an!" "When my son speaks, I will definitely listen!" I interjected. "Your grandfather is a reasonable man." Dad said while eating. "What if I don't agree? What will you do? Are you a reasonable person? " Dad looked at me strangely. "This baby has become more and more ignorant recently." Mom used the topic to play. "go! Who said no! " Grandpa helped me out.

Before I left, I hugged my grandpa, and I found that he was so thin, just like when I was a child, I curled up in his arms.

A month later, my father received a phone call from the village saying that grandpa had died of illness. Hearing the news, my eyes welled up with tears.

The first thing I saw when I got home was Grandpa's blue thigh. "My God, Grandpa's leg is so sick?" I shouted in surprise. "In order not to worry you, the old man bit his teeth to give you a good face in those days of the New Year." Wang Shu next to him almost cried and said it.

On the day of burial, the yard was full of people wearing white mourning clothes, crying and kneeling. Even the air seemed sad and it was difficult to breathe, but I didn't cry. I couldn't cry.

When the crowd dispersed and there were only three of us left in front of Grandpa's grave, I looked at Grandpa's portrait and said to my mother, "Mom, do you know what sheep are used for?" Mom obviously didn't expect me to ask her this question, and she looked puzzled. "That's because my grandfather was afraid that I was malnourished, and I exchanged it with the cows at home, in order to give me goat milk." Mother's head dropped, and I couldn't see whether she was crying or silent. "Dad, do you know what Grandpa loves to say?" Dad's crying was interrupted, followed by a silence. "'raising children to support the elderly', grandpa has never let you provide for the elderly, because he is afraid that you are tired. He has raised me so hard to let me give you death! Everything he did was for his son. "My tears have long been unstoppable, like a flood that burst its banks. I stood up and shouted at my parents who were kneeling in front of my grandfather's grave, "Raise children to prevent old age!" "

When I was leaving again, I poured a bowl of hot goat's milk on the old man's grave, kowtowed and turned away.

sitting on the train, I can still see the place. I shouted in my heart, "My childhood, that village, that old man, the person I love, rest in peace!"