The good part of junior high school is 200 words.

1, running for happiness, we are searching hard. However, where is happiness? Happiness should be a cool oasis in the desert, for the mountains and rivers we are eager to see, but we only see a few clusters of seabuckthorn in the end; Happiness should be a shining pearl in the sea, right? We waded into the river, explored the sea and looked for traces, but in the end we only found a few shells; Happiness should be a comfortable castle during the journey, right? Hungry and thirsty, we went for a walk in the evening and finally found a simple room; Happiness should be the peach and apricot orchard beyond the mountain, right? We went through a lot of hardships and were panting, but in the end we only saw a few bends of weeping willows and grass. In fact, we should not idealize happiness too much. There is no complete happiness in the world.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or quietly facing the blue morning glory like morning glory at the broken waist, you can naturally feel the breath of autumn. Speaking of morning glory. I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.

3. Immersed in the book, I saw the green and charming mountains, covered by the warm spring rain, and everything was plain and naive, just like the vagaries of the three islands; I heard the wonderful piano sound, sometimes exciting and sometimes soothing, which made people feel ups and downs, just like Hemingway's outstanding literary talent and Turgenev's rhythm; I smell the fragrance of Mei Lan attacking people, just like Lin Yutang's elegance and nobility and Tagore's freshness and indifference. Being in a book and listening to the unfolding music picture is infinitely gratifying and joyful. It's like China's ink painting. A tube of wool wets the beauty, but what is intriguing is the meaningful ink between the sleeves.

4. The wind passes over the water, leaving ripples; Camels walk through the desert, leaving deep footprints; Whistle pigeons fly across the sky, leaving a string of cheerful rhymes; Years pass through the Woods, leaving rings. Ah, my friend, when we walk through the stage of the times, what will we leave to the society? Spring flowers bloom, leaving a fragrance all the way; Leaves drift by in summer, leaving patches of shade; The wind passed through the autumn, leaving a golden lang; Snow has passed the winter, leaving all kinds of hopes. Ah, my friend, we have gone through four seasons of life, what will we leave for life?

5. After the shock, the spring chill intensified. First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes wet, even in the dream, it seems to have an umbrella. With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season. Even my thoughts are wet. Going home every day, it is a dream to walk into the rain and wind from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street. It's sad to think of Taipei like this. This is a completely black-and-white movie. I think the whole history of China and China is nothing more than a black-and-white movie. It rained like this from beginning to end. I wonder if this feeling comes from antonioni. But that land was a long time ago. Twenty-five years, a quarter of a century, even if it rains, Qian Shan is full of water, and the umbrella is across Qian Shan. In fifteen years, everything was broken, only the climate, only the weather forecast was involved, and a big cold current rolled in from that land. This indifference is shared with the ancient continent. It is a comfort to your children that you can't jump into her arms and be swept by her skirt.

6. Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste. When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.

7. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.

8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence. Good words and sentences

9. Life may be the only factor in the universe that should be worshipped. The gestation, birth and presentation of the essence of life is an extremely exciting process. Life, like music and pictures, has a predetermined hue or blood color in secret. When it meets the impact of the spring tide, when it hears the urging of the horn, it will suddenly be full of vitality, revealing its gorgeous and enthusiastic nature. Of course, this essence is more likely to be mean, cowardly and boring; Its owner has no choice.

10, the sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye. Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place. Red is Zhen Hong, but there is no light. The sun seems to be struggling to rise slowly step by step. Finally, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling.

1 1, listen, cold rain. Look at that cold rain. Smell it, cold rain, lick it, cold rain. The rain fell on his umbrella, on the umbrellas, raincoats, houses and antennas of millions of people in this city. It's raining in Keelung Port, on the breakwater, on the boat in the channel, and it's raining this season. Rain is a woman and should be the most emotional. The rain and dew are ethereal and psychedelic, smelling carefully, refreshing, with a little mint fragrance. When it is thick, it gives off a faint earthy smell unique to grass trees after soaking their hair. Maybe it's actually the smell of earthworm and snail. After all, this is a shock. Maybe it's life on the ground and underground, maybe it's the silly crawling of China's ancient memories, maybe it's the subconscious and dreams of plants, and that smell is fishy.

12 I often use this sentence to warn myself and persuade my friends. These seven words are easy to say and sound simple, but they are profound to remember. It can make me brave when I am weak, humble when I am proud, positive when I am decadent, happy when I am in pain, and let go of everything, so I call it "a blow to the head" and "seven-character proverbs". -I often think that the hardships, troubles, grievances and grievances in this world, if any, can't be solved and digested. Will they disappear in just a few decades? If so, what can't be solved?

13, I like it, I like colorful spring, because spring can fly ideal kites. Spring brings us warm sunshine, and we bathe in golden spring. I like it, I like the drizzling spring, because spring rain is so rare and precious. Spring is so vibrant and interesting! I like it, I like lush summer, because I can indulge in swimming in the pool in summer. Summer brings happiness to children. They are the happiest angels in summer. I like it, I like stormy summer, because the rain in summer is so generous and crisp. Lotus flowers in summer show us smiling faces, and lotus leaves in summer show us charm. I like it. I like autumn with red leaves, because we can have picnics and climb mountains in the country in autumn. Autumn brings people good news of harvest, and the joy of harvest hangs on people's faces. I like it, I like the autumn outside the window, because the autumn rain is full of thoughts. Colorful autumn leaves people with beautiful dreams. I like it, I like snowy winter, because we can have snowball fights happily in winter. I like it. I like winter with goose feathers and heavy snow. Because the snow in winter is so enjoyable. Winter brings special surprises to people, and the scenery in the north is so attractive to tourists. People are sledding in the snow, and happy laughter resounds through the sky.

14, the true nature of the heart should be like this. Success, like the moonlight shining on the flowers, the deep pool is slightly blue, no matter good or bad, no matter the detachment of success or failure, it is a post station with a whip and a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeated, still dripping water wears away the stone and merges into the sea. There is a kind of pride that is poor and strong and does not fall into the blue sky. There is a kind of stubbornness of "being a self-taught person, being a self-reliant person". Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the years, flashy and arrogant; Bear the burden of humiliation, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, know how to take a step back and broaden the horizon, and refuse to give up eating because of choking.

15, surge of emotion surge, stirring Qiu Si. Time flies, vividly. Looking back carefully on every moment in the past, the jumping of life notes again and again is an irresistible spiritual call and cry. When I look back, I feel moved all the time. The hanging wall is full of green and bittersweet fruits, and the gentle and kind eyes make the festival of love more warm and full. The beach with dreams is also full of the pursuit and desire for love! If each other is fine sand, then we will stick to the edge of the sea, just because of your company, until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble! Day after day through the autumn heart, but there is no sound of footsteps, leaving only many precious footprints, but also printed in each other's hearts. Who ever said that I don't care how many reincarnation I wait for, I will always leave my sincere feelings in my heart lake! Oh, yes, yes, it is you and me. Perhaps, that is the eternal talk of life. Countless days and nights, there is indeed a noise in my heart. Despite a season of missing, are you still with love?

16. Is the departure of leaves the pursuit of the wind or the tree's persistence? The innocence of leaves is also favored by trees, and the soul of leaves is also appreciated by the wind. The wind is infatuated with love and crazy about it. When I was crazy about Ye, as a bystander, I coldly appreciated the tragedy. Let Song speechless, just too sad. Tragedy is heartless, but it hurts too much. 2. Tap the keyboard lightly, and a trace of bitterness comes to mind. At this moment, I realized how heavy this keypad was. I'm really worried that this slender hand won't hold. Deep disappointment and deep thoughts flow in my hands.

17, it should be admitted that life is promising. It should be said that meanness and vulgarity should not be prematurely complacent, and should not be mistaken for having successfully eliminated nobility and purity. Camouflage can't last long, because time is like a long river, and despicable people, profiteers and vulgar sticks can't always wear the laurels of educators, poets and soldiers. At the end of their unimpeded career, their descendants will feel humiliated for a long time.

18. Some people are willing to lend you their umbrellas on sunny days, but when it rains, they leave quietly with umbrellas. Some people, when you have power and influence, run around you, you leave your job, or you have no power and influence, but he hides far away. Some people, in the face of your affection, the expression of language is like a clear and sweet river, but there is a dirty undercurrent under the riverbed. Some people, when you sow hard, stand by and refuse to shed a drop of sweat, but when you harvest, they share your fruit shamelessly for various reasons. Some people pay attention to the decoration of appearance, and their clothes show a luxury, but their hearts are full of emptiness. Full of ignorance, that kind of uneducated form is often unconsciously revealed in his speech actions.

19, some people are satisfied with a certain life, while others can't. Therefore, those who can be content with the status quo may wish to live like this, and those who can't have to find another way. You can't be sure where your success lies, nor can you be sure whether you will be happy at a certain point. Some people will never be satisfied, and their happiness can only be established in the process of constant pursuit and struggle, so their goals are constantly moving away. Such people may have less happiness, but they may have great achievements.

20. Some people say that happiness is the interweaving of food in star-rated hotels. Some people say that happiness is dancing in the high-end stage hall and moving melody; Some people say that happiness is riding an Audi and a BMW in a crowded street; It is also said that happiness is to stay in the secret room and count stacks of hundred-dollar bills; However, I want to say: having these doesn't necessarily mean really having happiness!

2 1, some people say that history is a long river, and the 20th century is the most magnificent section of it; Some people say that history is a picture scroll, and the 20th century is the most brilliant corner of the picture scroll. Some people say that history is a book, and the 20th century is the most wonderful page in the book. I think history should be a song, and the 20th century is the most impressive melody. The historical songs of the 20th century witnessed the course of China people's going from misery to victory, blended with the national emotion and blood, aroused people's deep affection and inspired the national fighting spirit. History is composing music, songs are enriching history, and history is constantly advancing in songs. Recalling the eventful years in the past, today, when those songs that have been sealed for a long time ring in our ears, smoke will fill our minds. Then let us bear the memory of history, play songs sung in different times, touch the faded history, relive the passionate years and feel the long-forgotten times.

22. Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes and lamented their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.