Help write 3 Chinese compositions.

Listening to my own songs, weaving my own dream fairy tales. Our life is simple, happy and beautiful.

Do what you like and try to realize your dreams. Life is short, but time is gone forever. Youth is like a napkin with a soul mate. A barrel is broken and incomplete. Hold hands tightly and pray to God devoutly. God, slow down your hurry, because I prefer to lie on the grass and listen to Jay Chou's My Place.

I always feel that my youth is like a paper plane folded by the little boy next door. Coming with the wind brought me colorful dreams and colorful memories. So, I began to be crazy, irritable, boastful, and even tried to start my own love. Mom said, bury them in your heart, don't be clamored by the attractive shell of youth, finish what you need to do, and you will find the deeper connotation of youth.

Youth belongs to madness, to rebellion and to us. Love of youth means love of life, love of life.

Crazy banging on the keyboard, holding a microphone and pulling my loud voice, "in my place, you have to listen to me." This is my youth, belonging to my youth. My little sister looked at me strangely. She didn't understand. She was too simple. My uncle stared at me in disgust. He doesn't understand. His composition is too complicated. Only I understand, because youth only belongs to me.

I can shout loudly in the cinema where "Initial D" is showing. Jing Jie (Edison Chen) Come on, come on, come on, even if you are treated like a fool by others, it doesn't matter if you are kicked out of the cinema; You can also run in the heavy rain and release yourself. Even if I am regarded as crazy by pedestrians, it's no big deal, because I still have youth.

Ha ha ha ha, youth is like this, so impermanent and so crazy.

I dreamed that I was standing on Mount Everest at an altitude of 8848 meters, jumping in the air and jumping with my arms waving. The wind blew in my ear, and they said, I am really jealous of you because you are still young.

When the crisp autumn wind blows the sky higher, when a strange child looks at the last flying geese in the south, when the green leaves on the branches turn orange, when a little acid has fallen on the branches, it is the season of chrysanthemum fragrance again.

After the storm, it was calm.

It rained all night in Mao Mao, and the sky was overcast and almost dripping.

At the end of the empty space, there is a wisp of smoke and some residual red. The early blooming cherry blossoms slowly drifted into the mud and sighed. Occasionally, a little water passes through Western jackdaw in the west, but the sound of wind oozing makes me fly high.

I stood in front of the station and brushed the rain from my hair. I couldn't help being impetuous because of rainy days and several failed exams. As if to give my bad mood a chance, the rain seems to be heavier than before. ? The wind blew the cough behind him, as if the ground had broken gold all over the place. I subconsciously looked back and saw a little boy and an old man with messy white hair. Probably the parents who pick up their children from school, I thought to myself. The child sensibly took the schoolbag from the old man, carried it on his back, and then helped the old man. It is so neat that I can't help being shocked. The child didn't say a word, but his concern has been conveyed to me as a bystander. Warm love.

"Oh, I'm sorry." With a cold touch on the back of my neck, there was an apology in my ear. I looked back in surprise. A middle-aged woman is putting away her umbrella with some worn corners and smiling at me apologetically. With a satisfied smile, she was carrying a basket full of vegetables. There is almost no anxiety about waiting for the bus from her. When I met her eyes again, I seemed to see my mother cooking in the kitchen with thick lampblack, and I suddenly felt like crying.

I always do. When I encounter some setbacks, I always complain, but I often ignore that I have been surrounded by a warm family. The delicious food on the table is mom's good mood, the joke when chatting, and dad's good mood. In the cultivation of family ties, isn't such a good mood enough to dispel the disappointment in my heart?

In our life, there are many things that can bring us a good mood, but you don't find that when we are depressed in the wind and rain, don't forget the beauty of the rainbow that brings you a good mood after the rain. When we fail, we must not forget to pray silently that we can have a good family.

With a low cheer in the crowd, with the rainbow above the last few drops of rain, the bus came. Everyone got on the bus with a smile on their faces. I sorted out my thoughts and prepared to give my mother a bright smile, hoping that my smile would bring her the best mood.

Highlights of flight

I am a bird. I want to fly, but I can't fly high. -inscription

I fell to the sky again, and I was black and blue. I was badly hurt. Maybe my birth was a mistake, and the biggest shame of birds lies in me-I can't fly. But I am eager to fly. With my mother's love, I insist on practicing flying. I want to be strong for myself and my mother. Although I have the greatest shame of birds, I have my bright spot-I am strong and brave!

Suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and the mother was still looking for bugs for her daughter and didn't come back. "Mom, you hurry up. Come back, I hope you will be all right ... "I shouted in my nest. After a while, my mother still disappeared.

I decided to fly out for my mother's sake. I insisted on flying out despite my friend's dissuasion. Whoosh, I failed again, and I fell from the air again. No, I want to be strong, I don't want to fail, I want to fly, I want to find my mother.

Suddenly, the rain stopped, a rainbow hung in the sky, and I flew. In the distance, a tired shadow is my mother. "Mom, I can fly, Mom, I can fly!" I flew to my mother and shouted happily. Mother smiled and waved to me.

"Good boy, you finally overcome the difficulties with your brilliance. Remember, son, no matter what you do, don't give up, learn to be strong. "

I fly out like my mother every day, flying high and far, looking for the most beautiful bugs. I sometimes catch bugs for my mother and feed them to her mouth. My mother smiled sweetly. ...

I finally learned to fly. It is my strength and courage that give me the joy of flying. I overcame the difficulties with my own brilliance.

I nestled in my mother's arms, and her mother said, "Son, your shining point is given to you by God. May you keep this bright spot and create a better tomorrow! " "