写作文他勇敢了,关于写那一刻我真勇敢作文的开头?

最后更新 : 2021.05.11  

嘟囔着生活的无奈,寒风萧瑟,晚来风急,在风雨的抚摸下学会坚强,在泪水的轨迹边学会振作,在细水长流的伴奏里学会勇往直前…… ——题记 再望久违的阳光 ——勇敢地面对生活 我喜欢阳光,因为有阳光的地方,就有明亮的心情,就有幸福,就有欢乐写作文他勇敢了。当你活在寒冷的冬天很久了的时候,你就会深深地感受到,没有阳光的世界是多么的难熬。今年的寒假特别长,我的作业也特别多,但放假以来我的惰性病毒却蔓延了我的全身…… 今天独自去了一趟书城,这是我放假期间最喜欢的一种消遣方式,在文字里我看到了这样一句话“十年寒窗无人问,一心只读圣贤书”,心里头有一种辛酸,一种想哭的感觉。但我忍住了,轻轻地向上看了看天花板,让泪花在眼眶里打转最后流回眼睛里。叹了一口气,继续阅读苦涩的文字。很快天黑了,我独自走在人来人往的街道上,看着陌生人匆匆地从我身边擦肩而过,街灯都亮了,道路两旁的霓虹灯都在闪啊闪啊……脚步变得很踏实,想着原来我还活在这刻的世界,而这个世界也从来没有这么的真实过,但我知道只要我一踏进校园这个世界又会变得虚幻的了,让人感觉很不真实。呼——现在的感觉真好,真想就这样一直走下去。橘黄的灯光照在我的脸,很温暖,就像夏日的阳光那样,我想在这个寒冷的冬天里,它就是肩负着夏日阳光的任务了吧,带给人们心底的温暖。“啊——太好了——我又能感受到你的温暖了” 我在心里默默地喊着。忽然,心底来了一个坚定的决心:即使面对的苦难多大,这个世界变得多么的冷酷,我也要坚持到最后,勇敢地面对生活,直到迎来久违的第一缕阳光。 两脚着地的感觉真好

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我的爸爸是最勇敢的人的英文作文?

my father

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I have a good father father#3snose high, big eyes, short stature and thin, but my father can be handsome, my father is also very good, good heart.

Every time I asked Dad to take me to where, Dad would take me there. Once, my father scolded me, becauseI played computer for five or six hours that dayand hat dahow ongcrieda did not comfort me, I knew Dad was for me but I was very angryafter five or six days I apologized tomy fathersaid\”Dadwas wrongon that dayI\’m sorry.\” Dad said: \”my daughterZhicuojiugaiis a good child, not the same again, understand?\”\”Yes.\” Dad,I see.

Since then,my father did ot beat and scold me, this world I most love my father.

I want to say to thechildreninthe worldwe must cherish our parents. Article 2: my father

My father is a funny and strange father.

Once I saw dad shavinghis beard witharazor.I just walked into him. He took him with his beard felt very painful I threw my dad off and said, \”your beard is too long to be a broom, and not shave, \”

Another time, while I was sleeping picked up a razor to shave off his beard. WhenI was just half shavedmseping dad suddenly got up. Heopened his eyes and asked&quotwhat do you do with a razorquot; AhIsee. You wanttoshaveoffmy beard. Dad#39;s voice dropped, and I threw the razor under the bedDadsaid \”beard is my baby. You want to shave it off There&#39sno door.\” A few days later, Dad\’sbeard grew again.

After the above two things have compiled a poem specially for my father: \”Ironweed,one year old coorong As a razor, and a long day.

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