Forgotten dream composition 800 words

. Time is always stepping on its own regular pace and moving forward silently. Nothing can stop her. In this way, on the road of life, we set sail. In the years we lived, there were joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. Looking back on the past ten years, many complicated and tangled feelings suddenly came to my mind.

Think back to that childhood. Innocent, brilliant and boring, we are joking; Foolish and lovely to play with us; We played together all day, full of smiles ... how much we envy and miss now. At that time, how much we hoped that we would grow up quickly, stop being told by our parents that we were not sensible, stop being bullied by our seniors and sisters, and be free to go to the outside world-just like those big brothers and sisters.

As time goes by, we finally grow up slowly, and we gradually understand that the world is not as simple as we thought. Those childhood dreams were finally shattered and never came back. The older I grow up, the more I feel that my responsibility has become great. The older you get, the heavier the burden. Childhood playmates also go their separate ways. I don't think I can go back.

But at the same time, after losing innocence, we have gained enough knowledge accordingly, and we have found the foundation for us to survive in this society step by step. We have learned a lot, and we have learned more precious things in more than ten years of training. We have learned the method of learning, which enables us to strengthen ourselves in our future life. We know how to cherish friendship. After repeatedly losing friends and making new ones, we understand the value of friendship. We also learned to cooperate. After all kinds of setbacks, we understand that sometimes it is not enough to rely on ourselves, and unity is the most powerful.

The air was filled with the smell of camphor trees, and the sunlight slipped to the ground through the cracks in the branches.

The gray-faced, smiling and energetic old man sat on the stone bench under the tree all the year round and smiled at everyone who passed by him.

He smiled at a group of chattering children, and his eyes were full of love.

Then jump up happily with them and laugh like flowers.

Maybe his childhood was as innocent as these children, and maybe he recalled that innocent memory from time to time.

I have seen him smile, look at lovers walking hand in hand and whisper to each other. Maybe he also has an unforgettable love. Maybe that memory has been chewed many times. Maybe it has penetrated into the skin, into the spinal cord and then connected with his flesh and blood.

I also saw him smile at people who hurried to work. They are so busy, come in a hurry, go in a hurry, but never think that they have become an indispensable landscape, decorating other people's dreams.

Occasionally, he picked up a dead leaf that fell to the ground, then gently stroked the vein with calloused hands, half closed his eyes, cocked his head, and rubbed it over and over again along the direction of the vein, as if he were listening attentively to the story of the dead leaf that had been weather-beaten like him.

He also touched the stone bench where he was sitting. Is there a deep alley covered with bluestone and moss in the depths of his memory, and is there an ancient well gurgling out of the spring? Occasionally meet him in the pavilion. Like a group of old people his age, eyes half closed, nodding to the beat, face full of satisfaction.

Occasionally, I can hear birds flapping their wings. The sun shines on them, on their faces, and on their ever-rising interest.

People in the city have forgotten this corner, and they sit in the pavilion to collect the feeling of being forgotten.

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on him, and he began to stand up slowly, facing the direction of the sunset, stumbling forward, and the shadow behind him was pulled for a long time.

I like you very much, really, all the time.

I don't know when, you also have a breathtaking charm.

Maybe it's because there are you in every corner, your petite figure and your passionate and persistent heart.

You are so tired, really tired.

When you were born in this world as a trivial life, maybe only I know your pain.

You always have to struggle in that dark corner, and every step you take will be challenged by gravel.

It may be very painful, very painful, and there are always a few drops of water on the little face.

No one knows how much you have paid behind your life, maybe it is bitter, maybe it is bitter.

Everyone will feel that they have paid so much. In that simple heart, beauty will certainly extend, but.

After a burst of heartbreaking crying, only your plain appearance is left, and no one pays attention to you anymore, no more.

Maybe that heart is covered with blood.

Say never give up, you gave me a perfect interpretation.

I think, it is you who have shaped the sanctity that I respect.

Memories will always be erased by time, even if there are some bits and pieces, they will be forgotten.

So, every day, you will work hard.

When a child comes here and greedily enjoys the fresh green, there will always be a knowing smile on your face.

Actually, I've always been confused. Why am I so tired? I think, if you are not an angel, you can enjoy the spring flowers and the autumn moon freely; If you are not a butterfly, you can enjoy the birds and flowers freely. If you are not a swan, you can happily own this deep blue.

Until the end of your life.

Whenever the autumn wind is bleak, your life will come to an end.

However, in that humble corner, a new life is growing! I suddenly realized the meaning of your life.

Because this is the responsibility of an emissary, you are destined to dedicate your light and heat, even your life, to the world.

You said the happier you are, the less happy you are.

I know you must have a lot of sweet happiness.

Have you started working again? Bless you, little candle.

Maybe some people will look down on you, but I won't.

Perhaps compared with the light of the lamp, yours is too weak, but that little candle illuminates the darkness in many people's hearts! Perhaps compared with the depth of the sea, yours is too shallow, but the gurgling stream has washed away the filth in many people's hearts! For you, I have no sneer or ridicule, only deep admiration.

I like you, like your strong figure in the sunset; I like you and your laughter when you play; I like you and your perseverance in the face of difficulties; I like you, like your petite body swaying in the breeze; I like you and your green fragrance.

Although you don't have the charm of roses, the luxury of peony, the elegance of lotus, the graceful of willows, the tall and burly of poplars, the evergreen of pine trees, the sadness of the waning moon in the breeze, the rising Levin and the bright and beautiful Wan Li, you, the golden sunshine in your heart, will always light up my life.

If my life is color, then you must be the most gorgeous touch; If my life is a landscape, then you must be the most beautiful one; If my life is a drizzle, then you must be the most affectionate ray; If my life is a starry sky, then you must be the brightest one.

Everything is vast, and you are ordinary and extraordinary.

I can't help but want to tell you quietly: "I like you so much, Xiaocao, all the time."

"You are a forgotten beauty, and I want to tell you that you are always pure and shining in my heart.

I like you very much, really, all the time.

I don't know when, you also have a breathtaking charm.

Maybe it's because there are you in every corner, your petite figure and your passionate and persistent heart.

You are so tired, really tired.

When you were born in this world as a trivial life, maybe only I know your pain.

You always have to struggle in that dark corner, and every step you take will be challenged by gravel.

It may be very painful, very painful, and there are always a few drops of water on the little face.

No one knows how much you have paid behind your life, maybe it is bitter, maybe it is bitter.

Everyone will feel that they have paid so much. In that simple heart, beauty will certainly extend, but.

After a burst of heartbreaking crying, only your plain appearance is left, and no one pays attention to you anymore, no more.

Maybe that heart is covered with blood.

Say never give up, you gave me a perfect interpretation.

I think it is you who have shaped the sacredness that I respect.

Memories will always be erased by time, even if there are some bits and pieces, they will be forgotten.

So, every day, you will work hard.

When a child comes here and greedily enjoys the fresh green, there will always be a knowing smile on your face.

Actually, I've always been confused. Why am I so tired? I think, if you are not an angel, you can enjoy the spring flowers and the autumn moon freely; If you are not a butterfly, you can enjoy the birds and flowers freely. If you are not a swan,

I remember a philosopher said that our eyes are not short of beauty, but of discovery. In real life, there will always be many people complaining about the ugliness of society and the ugliness of people who have walked through society. In fact, people's thinking is too extreme, and there is still a lot of beauty in society because people have not found it, but only through superficial conclusions. There is such a story: one day, a beautiful woman and an ugly woman agreed to go swimming at the seaside together. Beautiful women wear beautiful coats, and ugly women wear ugly coats. After swimming, the ugly man went ashore first, picked up a coat and put it on. Then Beauty went ashore, put on her coat and they went home. But when they got home, they found that they were wearing the wrong clothes. At this time, the ugly finds himself beautiful, and the beautiful finds himself ugly. In fact, beauty and ugliness are all in comparison. This story is to show that sometimes beauty and ugliness can be changed just by wearing a coat. The key is whether you find it or not. That's what life is like. When a girl with a black face and a scar walks up to you, the first reaction is how can there be such an ugly person. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that her smile is brilliant and looks beautiful. When you get along with her for a while, you will find that she has a very kind heart. When you go together. The ground is full of rubbish and stinks, even busy flies have to take time to patronize. At this time, there should be no other feelings except nausea. You will be disappointed and want to leave here as soon as possible, but when you stop worrying, you will find that the lush grass next to you is growing sturdily, and the budding flowers are particularly charming against the sunshine. These beauties are in ugliness. The key is to find out with our eyes, which requires us to pay more attention, observe more, and be good at finding beauty from behind ugliness. On June 2, 2007, the World Summer Special Olympics was grandly opened in Shanghai. This is a special group of people, fighting together for their sports dreams. They are all people with special bodies and are all people with defects. If they look from the outside, they may give people a first impression. But when they stand on the playground, you will find that they are the most beautiful people in the world. With the progress of science and technology and the improvement of people's ideological quality, people's aesthetic standards have also changed. People can also find his beauty in some abstract things, which is progress. People are good at discovering beauty. The brokeback peddler gives people reverence, and the beauty is reflected incisively and vividly. Van Gogh painted pictures of his life. It was not until after his death that people discovered the beauty of his paintings, which made his paintings priceless. Van Gogh regretted it all his life. If people were good at discovering beauty, they wouldn't have come this far. The beauty around us is like a shadow, but we didn't notice him and found him carefully. Beauty and ugliness are actually one step away. There is ugliness in beauty and beauty in ugliness, which requires us to be good at discovering it. When we carefully taste the beauty of ugliness with our eyes, you will find that it is also a kind of happiness. Find those ugliness abandoned by people from us, bring that beautiful side to our inner world, and purify our souls in beauty. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Knocking on this window with beauty makes our mood more comfortable. Why not? Let's discover the little beauty in life and the forgotten beauty with our heart.

The composition that requires forgetting is a great success, and always forgets too much time.

The face reflected in the mirror is a little haggard.

Night, cold.

The fluorescence on the screen is reflected obliquely on the face.

In my heart, I feel a little inexplicably disappointed.

Those times have been lost in my heart, just like watching a movie. The lights went out and the people dispersed, so we lined up to leave.

All the past, stuck in the long river of years, rotted.

Forget that.

Is happiness a gorgeous chapter? Did the flowers in the corner fade quietly just now? I couldn't find a suitable excuse to cover up the fall of my puppet, so cockroaches were everywhere.

I just want to sit alone and touch the sadness eroded by loneliness over and over again.

Years, those days, are lost in slowly blurred memories.

Can't find a colorful past.

I think I'm completely relieved.

Now I can't bear to give up, just because I am lonely, isn't it? Seeing a little light through the window, mottled, listening to the excitement in the corridor, my heart is still empty.

The coldness between the fingers penetrates the sadness on the left side of the atrium.

Don't move, lest those bloody sorrows spill everywhere.

I never realized that memory can be erased.

Some people, some things, come and go around, inadvertently, and then look back, those who have no time to cherish, or have lost, have disappeared.

Years have stripped away the skirts of the past, just like those red memories, which have been washed over and over again in the torrent of time.

I miss the time that is gone forever, bypassing those red memories and avoiding sadness.

Nevertheless, sunshine, rivers, green grass, butterflies and laughter.

Just like the sun shining directly on a potential blue sea, everything is full of vitality.

Although, it is still night arrival, and the rain is pouring.

Yesterday's story, or accidentally involving haggard, who am I proving to? How strong am I? Ah ... I laughed at myself.

The world of mortals is 1000 square meters, and the time I left for myself has been crushed, and the times have changed when I am moving forward rapidly.

Those lost time in the heart, who became a prisoner, who captured whose heart.

Everything is really ridiculous, isn't it? It is these inexplicable sorrows that sleep quietly in the depths of memory, wake up suddenly one day, make people excited, sad and moved, and then fall asleep.

A Forgotten Dictionary of Forgotten Composition Well, let me prepare a blank notebook, write the words "Forgotten Dictionary" on the cover, and then start recording the forgotten keywords around me.

When I got up in the morning, my mother made me another cup of soybean milk.

I don't like the taste of beans, so I'm very dissatisfied: "mom, I want to drink milk instead of soybean milk."

""good daughter, drink soybean milk, now milk is poisonous.

""Why is milk poisonous? " "Because unscrupulous businessmen adulterate to make money.

"I had to hold my nose and drink soy milk. I wrote in my notebook that I forgot this word: Conscience (Remarks: Bad Businessman) just went out with his schoolbag on his back, and he met Uncle Wang who was rushing to work next door. He was carrying a briefcase in one hand and a big cake in the other.

Soon, at the corner of the corridor, he successfully sent the pie to his stomach, squeezed the wrapping paper into a ball smartly and threw it on the stairs with a beautiful parabola.

There are many forgotten words in the book: public morality. It's five minutes' walk from home to the station. I hummed a ditty and walked happily.

However, an unpleasant smell ruined my happy mood. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be the river in front of my house.

On the dark green water, there is a layer of green things floating, and the silent river smells of corruption in the next wave of hot sun.

Grandma said that when there was no washing machine, all the clothes were washed with water from this river. It is hard to imagine.

Before I get dizzy, I quickly wrote down my forgotten words: Environment (Remarks: City) Buses are usually crowded in the morning, so I am sandwiched between an old uncle and an aunt, and I can't move.

My 80-year-old uncle shook a handrail and made a hand to hold me.

On the far left of a row of three seats opposite, an uncle in a straight suit is looking at the mobile phone attentively; A beautiful and fashionable elder sister in the middle, with headphones plugged and eyes closed, addicted to music; An uncle who dyed his hair on the right, he must be very sleepy. Just now, he suddenly braked, and the old uncle didn't sit in his arms, and he didn't wake up.

If you see a crooked word in your notebook: respect the old and love the young (note: citizens), I wrote it on the floor of the carriage.

Finally arrived at school, the depressed mood along the way has not been stretched out, but it has been hit again. The school decided to open an English interest class on weekends.

I know my mother will definitely sign me up, although she knows I may not be interested, just like I signed up for painting interest classes and piano interest classes.

I want to set up an interest class to visit the zoo and watch cartoons, but it's a pity that it hasn't been set up so far.

I am very depressed to write down what I forgot: the nature of children (note: education). After school, when I crowded the bus, my classmate Xiao Pang sat on his father's bus and stuck out his tongue at me.

Although I really wanted to carve the forgotten words on the shiny car body with a knife, as a good boy, I wrote them in my notebook.

Forgotten words: values guide (note: parents) to the door of the community. A group of people are accompanying Li Nainai upstairs to wipe tears, but she is driven out by her daughter-in-law.

Li Nainai is a kind mother-in-law, who often brings me sweet potatoes from her hometown. Maybe her daughter-in-law doesn't like sweet potatoes, so she often quarrels with her and calls her an old woman. After three days, the sound of throwing things came from upstairs. People in the community said that her son had a wife and forgot his mother.

It is not appropriate to write a forgotten word about my mother. How about this: filial piety (note: children) having dinner, my cousin who is in college teased me. Although I was only in the first grade of primary school, I knew a lot, so my cousin was finally defeated by me. All this comes from my cousin's test of my history: "Who is the greatest emperor?" "Emperor Ama?" "Father of Wei Zi and Swallow", an angry cousin, snatched my dictionary and wrote it with his vigorous and powerful calligraphy. Forgotten words: history (remarks: film and television works) Before going to bed, I took out the forgotten dictionary of this day and read it again.

Mom was amused by my dictionary and said, why are you writing this? It's not your responsibility to take care of it.

Yes, it's not my responsibility. Then whose responsibility is it? Thus, the last forgotten word appeared today: responsibility (note: I don't know)

Beauty is often forgotten. The beauty of 900 words is everywhere.

For our eyes, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of discovery.

-Rodin, look, "The rustling of rain is so beautiful"; You listen to "a thousand miles of warblers singing green and reflecting red" is beautiful; You see the feeling of snow outside at dusk is very beautiful; The majestic mountains and rivers are beautiful; The selfless dandelion is beautiful; A pure mind is beautiful ... beauty is anywhere in the world, as long as we find it with our heart, we can find it.

Beauty is in pine trees.

Every time I see this stump, I think of that typhoon day.

That day, there was a typhoon and everyone ran home. On my way home, I saw the body of a towering tree being blown crooked. I didn't care too much at that time. When I got home, I went straight to the balcony without changing my slippers. Unexpectedly, this towering tree fell down.

Looking back at that big tree, we found that it helped us a lot.

In summer, we rely on it to enjoy the cool, we rely on it to play, and the old people also rely on it to chat. I have been quietly dedicated to us, but now I am a little unaccustomed without it.

The next day, the workers sawed off the number, and then I knew it was death.

It didn't take long for me to forget.

The next spring, I passed by there and took a casual look. There are many green buds on it, but I didn't expect them to be alive.

Therefore, strong pine is beautiful.

Beauty is in the sunset.

After school that day, autumn was already strong, and I sat at my desk. The sun outside the window has set, pulling people's figures for a long time. I was in a bad mood that day. I think the sunset is as full of sadness as I am.

If it's not sad, why take Tula so long? If it is not sadness, why does it turn dark yellow? If it is not sad, why let its life be so short? If I'm not sad ... I like sunsets very much now. The beauty of the sunset is incomparable. This is the last spectacular sight left before the sun goes down.

At the top of Huangshan Mountain, I saw a golden sunset. In the small park on the street, I saw a scarlet sunset.

The sunset is beautiful.

Beauty in love.

Grandpa always thinks grandma nags at ordinary times.

Where's grandma? She always thinks grandpa is too slow.

However, an misfortune happened to them.

That day, grandma accidentally slipped in the bathroom and broke her leg.

Grandpa suffered from gout after learning that grandma slipped. They were lying in two rooms.

Grandpa thought in this room, how is grandma?

Grandma thought in that room, how is grandpa?

Grandpa picked up a cane and walked out of the room trembling. Grandma held the wall and endured the pain step by step to find grandpa.

Finally, in the middle of the corridor, grandpa saw his thin grandmother, and grandma saw his pale grandfather.

Now they know that they will miss each other when they are separated.

Love is beautiful.

The beauty around you should be discovered with your eyes. There are many people in the world, and the world gives you eyes to discover. Beauty is everywhere, but sometimes you just ignore it.

The forgotten ordinary 800-word composition may inevitably feel the envious eyes and wowing admiration of ordinary people on the stage of life.

And looking at those people who have no ordinary life or even home, how can they not express their inner feelings? I throb like an electric shock from time to time, and a heat wave is as fast as lightning and floods my eyes like an avalanche.

I don't know how to express my feelings, but they are all together.

I'm thinking, thinking about what is ordinary? Is it a shame to be difficult? Is it a proof that life is hard? Don't! This is a priceless enjoyment.

Maybe some friends see things differently from different angles.

That's understandable.

For example, a cleaner may expect to become rich and famous every day.

However, some people, who are obviously rich, want to live in seclusion in the mountains or the countryside.

Only ordinary people can appreciate the real interest of life; Ordinary people can touch the breath of nature; Ordinary people can do things that ordinary people can't; Ordinary people can also enjoy life and feel the true meaning of life.

The pursuit of the ordinary is beyond everyone's reach, but most people in today's society ignore the ordinary and don't understand its connotation. Although some people have to raise money every day, it is not appropriate to say that they have to raise money. Let's make a deal and have fun. For the needs of guests, we must accompany others to "do". Although there are many delicious foods on the dining table, no one can taste the taste of this table! On the contrary, it adds a shy or just cautious attitude in interpersonal communication, which I have no time to appreciate.

It's not as delicious as ordinary home cooking. Even if there are only a few slow heads and a plate of pickles, watercress will be a wonderful enjoyment.

You'll like it, too

Therefore, it can be said that raising rice is an extraordinary "enjoyment"! All kinds of smells, I think it is difficult for even the parties to make it clear! Ordinary doesn't mean that life is dull.

I am an ordinary person, but I firmly believe that my life is definitely not dull, and my life is full of interest. I never miss any chance to play, see green and enjoy life. Others are looking for Jay Chou, and I am looking for my own world.

My life is full of youthful vigor. I will never give up the pursuit of the ordinary, and I will continue to develop and improve myself.

Be an equal but not mediocre, ordinary but not plain person.

If I can't make a flat and wide road, then I will make a rugged and narrow country road; If I can't emit 10,000 beams like the sun, then I will become the Big Dipper in the night sky and emit a little starlight.

We have lived a long life, and sometimes we suddenly find that life is so dull.

All sunrises and sunsets. Cold comes and summer goes.

All the laughter. Tears are the same.

In the face of the faint feeling that surges up in life, we suddenly feel very ordinary.

Ordinary as a beam of distant light; Ordinary like dandelions flying all over the sky, fluttering in the wind; Ordinary like * * * naked desert, sacrificial.

To this end, we are disappointed, and we sigh that there is no need to lament for the ordinary, because the ordinary is also a kind of beauty.

Ordinary is a wasteland that breeds rise, as long as you are willing to explore; Ordinary is the ocean that breeds wealth, as long as you are willing to explore; Ordinary is the earth that breeds vitality, as long as you are willing to create; Ordinary is the seed of life, as long as you are willing to sow; Ordinary is the soil that breeds harvest, as long as you are willing to cultivate.

Ordinary is to bid farewell to ignorance, show off maturity, and end shallow arrogance and loyalty.

Ordinary is not the glimmer of life, the extinction of the fire of life, or the indifference beyond things.

White clouds change for every ordinary; Cai Xia adds bright colors to every ordinary thing; Stars shine for every ordinary star; Butterflies dance for every ordinary person; Birds sing for every ordinary pilot.

It is countless ordinary days that make up our colorful life, and it is also this ordinary day that makes up the splendid world.

Sometimes, we can learn to forget. Although it is not easy to forget, as long as you learn to forget and look back, you will feel different.

-Inscription When I was a child, I often cried because I couldn't eat sugar, and I often made a scene because I couldn't get toys. After being sensible, I often make a big fuss about some inexplicable problems; Now, we are often disappointed by some setbacks in pursuing our ideals and gradually lose our way ... maybe we care too much! Things that are annoying after hours will be forgotten after crying. Maybe this is the loveliness of children. They can forget everything they want to forget. Their sky is still clear, and innocence is an indicator that they know how to forget.

I think it's really a good thing to forget, because after forgetting, it seems to be standing at the starting line again, and tomorrow it will start to fail.

But we care too much about what we want to forget, whether we can get the desired result after forgetting, whether forgetting is the only choice, and what we lose after forgetting ... we care too much and are stupid. Forgetting does not mean losing. Forgetting just minimizes the pain and deeply buries the happiness of that dimension in our hearts! It's hard for us to do it, but children can, with their ignorance and expectation ... We often laugh at how ridiculous we were when we were young, as if we had made the biggest joke of this century, but we often miss that comfortable life.

Because we forgot.

Forget the original unhappiness, leaving only a sweet and beautiful side; Forget the helplessness of being bullied at the beginning, only remember everyone's laughter; Forget the helplessness of not entering this world, just remember the curiosity of finding things.

Because of this, in our minds, childhood is always white and flawless, and it is always a symbol of happiness! Because of forgetting, we will let our childhood not be touched by any sludge, and we will leave an eternal holy land! Perhaps, after forgetting, you will find that our youth is actually so charming! Learn to forget, although it is not easy to forget, but forgetting can really leave a beautiful past for yourself! ...

Born in this world, there are many ordinary people.

Great men like Confucius are few and far between, so we don't have to feel inferior for our ordinary.

Great men have thoughts, languages and works that remain in the world.

We mortals don't have to put too much pressure on ourselves

We are just a drop in the ocean. Come quietly, go quietly, that's enough.

Don't expect to be talked about and remembered all the time.

Except for our relatives, in the eyes of others, we are just passers-by, taking part in accidental amusement and then forgetting. This is reality.

We should learn to be calm and be ourselves, and we don't have to ask others' consent and recognition.

Forgotten, we are free to do what we like and sing our favorite songs without worrying about what others will do.

Like stars, they are always worried about being followed by paparazzi. Although not forgotten, but careful everywhere, step by step, there is no freedom from the heart.

We mortals may have our role in the battlefield.

But after the end, we enjoyed ourselves in our own taoyuan and were not disturbed. How relaxed and comfortable.

But this mentality and practice may not be acceptable to everyone.

May be helpful to you.

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