Beautiful collection Looking back on that period of their youth has gone, pick up the fragments of memories, intentions to splicing, suddenly found during the surge actually feeling a kind of sweet and sour ... ... • has a beautiful passage Three years ago the sixth grade, we go our separate ways, I am the door received a graduation photo, expression is very complex. Perhaps because our group of innocent children Will be separated from it. Six years ago, something called "friendship" thing to our knitting together. But now, we are standing on the 15-year-old Weblog, choose a different destination. Accustomed to the happy friends smile, accustomed to comfort a friend when lost, used to holiday with friends when another call to say hello. When some people and some things have become accustomed to, it will be your most beautiful collection. Forgotten blossom There was a very, very good friends, there is no gap between us. I once sprained my foot, my parents took me to see a doctor. After dressing, the doctor specifically asked me that two months is best not to walk. I was a bit ignorant: that how I go to school ah? Dad said Wu Nai face, had to let him come back to me. During that time, my father has been back to school, and my friend, has been to help me carry her bag, that is to lighten my burden. In this way, she took two months to help me bag. Two months, 60 days, 3600 hours ... ... Today, she and I have not seen for a long time. Recall the days when we are together, pure friendship, there is no trace of ink marks. Even if the time forgotten, beautiful flowers and the flowers will last forever between the heart. Eternal Age of Innocence Jimmy said, people who miss miss, meet people who will meet again. Initially, we are so noisy, not fall off with the childish. Soon, it so easily connected into one, even as light and light into a sun. This piece of warm sunshine mixing with infected everyone. The sun disappeared, we separated. The sun appeared, we meet. It's that cycle again and again, the day we go together so fast. Years of water walk through the palm, without leaving any traces. The Age of Innocence, but open those beautiful collection, the only constant is our eternal friendship Youth is the most spectacular Star Youth is the most beautiful paradise Memories of youth are the most pure Youth is the best collection Youth is the most simple, most sweet, so I will never hide it in their hearts

品味·书香 　午后的阳光缓缓流动，校园里已是一派百花争艳的景象。手捧语文课本，任目光轻盈地抚过书页，心在温暖的空气中感悟、升华。 　　翻开书本，扑鼻的书香让人心旷神怡。跃然于纸上的深刻的文字，引领着我走进文学的殿堂，飘荡在耳边的是笙箫声、牧笛声、还有那细致的哀愁与悲凉的叹息。我心里摇曳着的思索已化作一汪清泉，流入文学的殿堂。 　　在文学的殿堂里，诸子百家争鸣。他们宛如一朵朵竞相开放的鲜花，各有其独具一格的芬芳。在文学的殿堂里，流转的是清风明月的雅致，呈现的是梧桐细雨的韵律，还有那令人魂牵梦绕的浓愁与长情。 　　品味李白，感受到的是潇洒不羁。“仰天大笑出门去，我辈岂是蓬蒿人”铸就了他的豪迈与飘逸；“天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来”激荡着他的自信与博大。酒入豪肠，七分酿成了月光，三分啸成了剑气，绣口一吐就是半个盛唐。 　　品味李清照，感受到的是凄婉与哀伤。“花自飘零水自流”是怎样的一丝惆怅，“梧桐更兼细雨”是怎样的一缕忧伤，“生当做人杰，死亦为鬼雄”是怎样的一种悲壮，“只恐双溪舴艋舟，载不动许多愁”又是怎样的一帘断肠。 　　品味曹操，感受到的是遒劲雄浑的意气。那东临碣石的一代枭雄，酾酒临江，横槊赋诗。即使岁月染白了他的须发，也依然能高唱“老骥伏枥，志在千里；烈士暮年，壮心不已”的不屈之音。 　　被文学艺术感染了的灵魂与生命，在文学的殿堂里凝固成了永恒，那轩昂的意气已将我深深感染，浸染了悲欢离合的真情泪滴已将我浸湿。他们将笔下的文字化作一缕书香，存在于历史的视线里，他们用那高贵的灵魂所锻造的文字凝滞我的步伐。 　　在悠然的午后时光感动，在静谧的午夜时分流泪，在微明的晨光熹微中彻悟…… 　　回首凝视，校园一角的鲜花绽开艳丽的花盘，百般妖娆。弥漫在校园的芬芳，是花香还是书香？

完美也许是一种残缺 完美也许是一种残缺 家乡小学门前有一棵酸枣树，记忆中每年的春暖花开时节就发出嫩嫩的、油光放亮的芽，不久就开出米黄色的小花，散发着清幽的香气，蜜蜂嗡嗡地闹着采花酿蜜。到了秋天，这里就成了我们的乐园，从早晨太阳刚刚升起到下午放学，馋小子围着酸枣树摘上一把酸枣，一边吃一边玩耍、打闹，有时，把酸枣摘得一干二净，远远望去，只有几片叶子在微风中轻摇着，似乎还在生孩子们的气，几枝酸枣枝也被他们折下来当“武器”，吃了酸枣用枣核当“子弹”，打个没完，直到深秋到来，酸枣树呈现沧桑与衰老，他们才离开。 伴着酸枣树的春夏秋冬，我们在学校度过了童年时光，小学毕业后，离开了母校，忙碌的学习生活让我淡忘了童年，淡忘了校门前那棵酸枣树，国庆节学校放假，回家了一趟，母亲对我说：“咱们庄的学校被合到镇小学去了。现在上小学都要出庄。”这时我忽然想起了那棵酸枣树。吃过午饭，我和同伴一起来到学校门前：秋日的阳光照着枝叶，红红的酸枣挂满了整个树枝，恰似一幅秋景图画。可是再转过身来看看母校，生锈的大门紧紧地锁着，整个校园静悄悄的，听不到上下课的钟声、读书声、喊操声、玩耍声，有的只是齐膝的杂草和在杂草中追逐的鸟雀。 完美也许是一种残缺。

Mother, I am proud because you Everyone has their own proud people or things, someone to be proud of their outstanding achievements, some expensive items in their own pride, but I was with my mother proud. My mother is just an ordinary housewife, she looks like her sister did not forest, not Bing Xin as learning-rich five cars, but she has a pair of dexterous hands. Last winter, the snow suddenly fell, so the weather becomes very cold. One day, his mother said to me: "cold, I can help you weave sweater!" I said with a smile: "knitting so much trouble, and now to the store to buy a fine." Mother shook her head and said: "bought the clothes you can not find the right size, or better than their own organization." Mother got up and went back to his room. I started joking that his mother only spoke of it. However, the next day I came home from school and saw his mother sitting on the sofa around-the-line ball. Middle of the night, I opened his sleepy eyes, the mother's room vaguely see the lights, I am curious to get up from bed, went to his mother's room door. Mother is still knitting! I am very surprised! Lamp, the mother head down, his hands bobbing up and down with the flexibility, more than half of the sweater has been completed. By the faint light, I vaguely saw the mother's black hair, the more Jisi silver wire, also had eyes like a flat than a hint of wrinkles. Mom, thank you! Unconsciously, tears filled my eyes. "Mom," I Huanliaoyisheng, "You go to bed earlier it!" Mother looked up, smiled and said: "ah, immediately like, you go to sleep! So would would catch a cold, fast back." I returned to to bed, close your eyes, kind mother's face appeared on the way, I fell asleep. Morning, a ray of sun shines into my room, I open my eyes, first saw the piece on my bed that blue sweater. Mother all night, as I weave sweater! I put it just fit, not much smaller. I wore it was pleased to go to school, I want the whole world to know how my mother's hand skillfully. Mother, that your clever hand! For me to weave a beautiful dream, I am proud of your

my sister Little sister named Yiyi, 5 year old, slim, sleek body, looks better than their peers to be thin to short more, delicate oval face, beautiful short hair, wearing two thin tails, thick eyebrows, one pair of his eyes bright eyes, high nose, small cherry-like lips, rosy cheeks with a naughty smile on the general, who met with said that she looked distressed. Although my sister was 5 years old, she was an expert network, optical network will have two years of age. Looking for children's site, but her housekeeping skills, literacy sister do not look much, but what QQ, Moore Park, Obi Island, Panda forests, Purcell is not a number of other online games skipped from her hands, playing the game to more is self-taught, and even grandma, grandpa to change the desktop background, adding favorites and other network problems, should ask her. These are derived from the she has a curiosity, a love of learning in mind. Speaking of curiosity, that's her explore the world, understanding the power of things. Some had never seen, played, eaten something of particular interest. North Square of Big Wild Goose Pagoda mother took her to see the fountains, swim Xiyuan folk Grand View Garden, she did not love to walk, trot is so grandma after him catch up, look at this moment, a moment touch that, wished he could have more Several long legs, of eyes, a few hands. To Tang Paradise, to which you do not want to come out for fear of home, ran over to see a good picture, you put a shape to take pictures, see Wang Menwai you go, simply squat on the ground pout, said: "I do not go out. "in Tang Paradise tired, sleepy, she was already there, see the optical float tour and water curtain film, as is also charged, like the body, especially the spirit. Speaking of learning, my sister is not to say that. See my homework, it is also clamoring for me to give her assignments, and I sat at the table writing. Pen at her silent, earnest, writing looks like a painting, I have to take to learn from her. Speaking on the extra-curricular classes, she is unequivocal, like I never want to rely on at home, sometimes not, and every time happily go happily back. Now you know my sister - Wang yet?

goal？ Our goal? Is how we accomplish these goals? Snail it by their own efforts, never give up spirit, to complete their goals. We should learn the spirit of snails to complete their goals! Life often gives inspiration, however, did not take the initiative to life, "revelation" to send home. Life in accordance with its own appearance and the law of, everyone has the right to get inspiration from it. It gives everyone a chance, but the problem is we can learn to find their own "enlightenment." Hard to think of the people, in a sense, is hard to find inspiration in people with outstanding issues ------ go, With all the doubts go. Thinking about life itself, thinking all the phenomena of life, you will be subject to the gift of life