Bookmark composition

"letter!" As soon as I entered the classroom, my good friend flew towards me, "Your letter!" " "I waved, grabbed the letter and opened it quickly. A delicate bookmark slipped quietly ... Looking at the signature in the letter, I couldn't help but feel the waves in my heart. ...

It turned out that this letter was sent by the jury of "xx Competition". Looking back at the beginning of the competition, I read some excellent articles every day and wrote a new article combining my own experience and the good words and sentences I usually extracted. Every time I see a topic, I will write it carefully. After writing, I will repeatedly scrutinize the beautiful sentences and words in the article so that these words can show the center of the article. I worked hard for this competition.

Along the way, after five passes and six generals, I finally reached the final. "On the Battlefield", the master is like a forest, and I am so nervous that I am sweating. I got the test paper and saw the topic, but I didn't know where to start. Seeing that everyone is "working hard", I am more and more anxious. So, I said to myself: calm down, don't be nervous at this time! After my mood stabilized, I examined the questions accurately and quickly listed the writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, my mind was full of thoughts, so I picked up a pen and wrote "brush brush". In a short time, the article was written. Writing, for me, seems to be an instinctive singing, which allows me to express my truest self on the manuscript paper. Maybe my childish pen and ink can't write a beautiful article, but I have turned what I have seen, heard, felt and thought into words. Watch it jump like an elf and become beautiful and vivid. ...

Finally, my efforts were not in vain! This competition, I have been tenacious struggle, persistent struggle with the results. Although it is only a small bookmark, it contains my heart and blood and sweat. Maybe many people look down on it, but money can't buy it. I will use it as the golden key to open the literary palace and continue to work hard, because reading is a pleasure and writing is a pleasure. I use my own words to record my joys and sorrows, and I write my life track with my heart. Now, this bookmark always urges me to keep forging ahead!

Chapter 2: Bookmarks

In front of the desk, there is a small bookmark. Every day, when I sit at my desk and watch the bookmarks reflect five colors in the sunlight, my heart will ignite a flame of progress.

Not long ago, there was an oral English contest at school, and many students signed up. When the teacher announced the news in my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that students who sign up can raise their hands. I didn't hesitate to raise my hand to sign up, but just as I was about to raise my hand, I seemed to be pinned down by something and fell down at once, and my heart was suddenly confused. "Can you do it yourself? What if you make a fool of yourself? With so many masters, your own level is definitely not good! " Many questions come to mind instantly. I watched others compete to sign up. I can't make myself feel confident. I've been wondering whether to attend or not. Finally, I didn't sign up, although I really wanted to take part in the competition. ...

When I got home, I lay in bed and kept thinking about the game. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong, so I told her about it and asked me if I wanted to take part in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always wish you could be confident and brave? Do you consider yourself a brave man? " "I am a brave man!" But after that, he bowed his head again. My sister didn't say anything more, so she handed me a bookmark. I picked up the bookmark, and a burning flame came into view, dazzling red. I turned it over. "The brave fearless. It is like a flame, which instantly ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my new room, and my whole body energy seems to be stimulated. " I see. "I signed up for the competition and achieved unexpected results. That little bookmark gave me great confidence and made me a really brave person.

This bookmark, like a beacon of life, is an important leader of my life when I am confused!

There is always a small bookmark in front of my desk. ...

Chapter 3: Bookmarks

Autumn has arrived, and the cicada that has been shouting for a summer has finally died down. It began to clear up.

I opened the book and prepared to read it.

I started reading this book in spring and haven't opened it since summer. I used a leaf as a bookmark and put it in the position I had read.

The autumn sun shines on the corner of the book through the window. This leaf bookmark sandwiched in the page is very beautiful, but I always feel as if it has changed-

By the way, I clearly remember that it was brown when I found it in the Woods and brought it back!

I clearly remember that it was also an autumn. I walked into the dark Woods and had the illusion that dusk was coming. Sunlight slipped in through the cracks in the leaves and shed a few silvery white lights. The whole forest is simple and simple, only the sound of fallen leaves.

I clearly remember that the forest was covered with fallen leaves. Those fallen leaves are 100% brown, very pure, clean and mature. Chen Zhe seems to have a weather-beaten and fruitful mood, unlike the fallen leaves you usually see on the roadside of the city, which are bitter, yellow and morbid and roll in the wind, with a kind of devastated and pitiful sadness.

So I brought a fallen leaf back as a bookmark.

And now, it's chestnut!

Pick it up gently and observe it carefully: I found that its original brown color is a little red, like bloodshot and meridians, so the whole leaf presents a brown red color, which has a sense of oil painting against the sunshine. I didn't expect this fallen leaf to have life; I didn't expect it to grow without soil and Woods; I didn't expect it to be accumulated in a forgotten day. A long summer, I was busy and passionate, I was confused and impetuous, but it was in the page and experienced another precipitation.

Oh, it should be said that it has been alive.

I think that it is naturally self-sufficient, humble and simple, and gathered thick in the dark Woods earlier, showing an extraordinary detachment. Its current precipitation is a continuation of its natural state of life.

This is an explanation of life itself.

In a flash, my thoughts also settled down like thick fallen leaves, and my heart was empty and quiet.

I gently lifted this bookmark, reflecting the sunshine, and looked at it with a little red vein, as if I saw the flowing blood of life.

This bookmark is not only a mark on the page, but also a bookmark in my life, marking the persistence and continuation of life.

Chapter 4: Bookmarks

Open the familiar books in the past, and you can see a leaf with black color and staggered lines. Looking at that leaf, the past comes to mind.

We used to be good friends, and now you don't know where to go, only a fallen leaf is left, growing up with me.

I don't know when you are a little vague in my memory, with narrow eyes and high nose. Messy hair seems to be the opening of your personality, and the imposing manner is like a silent arrogance.

You are a transfer student, and no one knows your past. I just heard that your father left home and hasn't come back for a long time. The burden of life is all on your mother's shoulders. You were laughed at when you were young, and your mother was afraid that you couldn't stand it, so she changed schools. No one sits next to me, so you naturally sit in this place. From then on, we became a pair of deskmates.

As a newcomer, I volunteered to be a tour guide and introduce some good friends in my class to you. I didn't expect your words to sum up my "unnecessary" thoughts. These three words pierced my heart like a sword, and I haven't recovered for a long time. I haven't spoken to you since.

Until one time, your impression of me changed greatly and you were targeted by the "F4" in the class. You were trapped in the parking lot of your bike, but you didn't rush up. I can't take it anymore. I will stand up and save you from the mire. Your eyes are full of surprise, and you obviously can't figure out why I stabbed you horizontally. Before you could ask, I smiled and said, "You are my deskmate, so it is right to help each other!" " ! Don't rush home, do you want your family to be in a hurry? "You suddenly realize that you are pushing the car away.

The next morning, I came to the table and found an apology letter, but you didn't know where to go ... From then on, we became inseparable friends. I told you everything, and you just listened in silence. You are my only listener.

Once I went to your house to play, and you looked at a big tree in a daze. I went over curiously and asked what you were looking at. You said, "You want to see the scene when your father took you on the swing when you were a child." You put this next green leaf in my palm and said, "Life is like a fallen leaf. Instead of letting it disappear in the world, I might as well send you a bookmark to realize its value. " I came home, looking at the fallen leaves on my hands, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about something, but thinking nothing.

You never came to school again. I heard that your father came back and took you and your mother away. I hope you can live a happy life!

With this in mind, I closed my past records. Only when a leaf is caught in it can we realize its value.

Chapter 5: Bookmarks

In front of the desk, there is a small bookmark. Every day, when I sit at my desk and watch the bookmarks reflect five colors in the sunlight, my heart will ignite a flame of progress.

Not long ago, there was an oral English contest at school, and many students signed up. When the teacher announced the news in my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that students who sign up can raise their hands. I didn't hesitate to raise my hand to sign up, but just as I was about to raise my hand, I seemed to be pinned down by something and fell down at once, and my heart was suddenly confused. "Can you do it yourself? What if you make a fool of yourself? With so many masters, your own level is definitely not good! " Many questions come to mind instantly. I watched others compete to sign up. I can't make myself feel confident. I've been wondering whether to attend or not. Finally, I didn't sign up, although I really wanted to take part in the competition. ...

When I got home, I lay in bed and kept thinking about the game. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong, so I told her about it and asked me if I wanted to take part in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always wish you could be confident and brave? Do you consider yourself a brave man? " "I am a brave man!" But after that, he bowed his head again. My sister didn't say anything more, so she handed me a bookmark. I picked up the bookmark and a flaming flame came into view. I turned it over. "The brave are fearless." Like a flame, it instantly ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my new room, and all my energy seemed to be aroused. "I see!" I signed up for the competition and achieved unexpected results. That little bookmark gave me great confidence and made me a really brave person.

This bookmark, like a beacon of life, is an important leader of my life when I am confused!

Chapter 6: Bookmarks

A small bookmark carries my every dream. It has witnessed every growth of mine. In those glorious years, it accompanied me through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, but left every new expectation and every new goal. It is full of my childhood dreams. Have different feelings.

I used to think that becoming an astronaut was my dream. Walk in space, roam the universe. Everything is so dreamy. So I began to learn about new things in the universe crazily. I read everything I don't know. When I read a popular science book. I put it in my page. Yes, I haven't opened it since. Never saw that little bookmark again. When I accidentally opened it, it was covered with dust. The bookmark shook out of the book. I just looked at the bookmark, and it seemed to tell me, "No, this is not your dream. What you left behind was not "me" (bookmark), but the dream you once thought. Dust is not dissatisfied with books, but with your forgotten dreams. I didn't know that until now. I have forgotten this dream. I started another dream!

I dream that one day I can be a fashion designer and see others wearing my shiny clothes. I will be very happy. So the trend magazine became a book in my heart. I put a small bookmark in it, but I never thought of it again. Learning occupies my heart, and I have no time to take care of my dreams. Only when I rummaged through the books in the cupboard did I see the little bookmark again. It still lies there quietly.

Since then, I have never forgotten it. I started using it frequently. It has become a part of my life.

Bookmarks have a pale pink border with three lines of light blue small words, "Let books fill your world and open your heart." Don't forget the past. Grab your eyes. "

Small bookmark. I spent a little childhood with me, leaving a little memory. It is common, but it carries my every dream.

Small bookmark. Let your dreams sail!