曾经,以为作文
曾经，以为作文
我拼了命地死死抓住在我枝尖上的最后一片绿叶，它在充满着灰粒的狂风中猛烈地摆动着，那无助的眼神在我的心上砍进一把闪亮的斧头。
我在光秃秃的山头忍着寂寞与憎恨的泪水，我听见远处刺耳的电锯声混杂在烟尘中，我紧紧抓紧难闻的泥土不肯放开。
那片我最后的绿叶脆弱地卷进狂风中，就如这世界最后的绿洲，一点，一点，消失在苍凉乌黑的天穹里。
我张开嘴大哭，却什么也哭不出来。
我才发现我早已没有多余的能量与水分足够等到电锯的来到。
我只剩下一个小时。
所有的一切都告诉我，我只有一个小时。
那一刻我没有任何绝望，只是不停地大笑、大笑，我想我终于可以摆脱这充满铜臭味的世界，可以摆脱一棵树被那些高级生物自以为是注定的命运，我想我转世一定要做一个比他们更高级的生物，然后，像他们拿着电锯一样，不留痕迹地微笑着夺取他们所有的希望和梦想。
我听着越来越清晰的电锯声，闭上眼睛。
不知为什么我突然想起我的母亲，她为了替我和我的兄弟姐妹当去恶心的废气而生在了最前头，这无疑代表着，她最先死去的命运。
当我哭着喊着看到她倒下的身躯掀起一片呛人的尘埃的时候，我就知道我和她其实都错了。
我们曾经以为，我们可以改变脚下这片寸草不生的土地，我们努力扎根寻找一滴水，我们在沙尘暴中直挺着躯干，我们在不被理解的寂寞中守护着我们小小的梦想。
我们曾经以为，我们和那些高级生物一样，都是可以有梦想的，都可以在梦想的光芒中拥有幸福的。
这是一个由机器强烈地转动声轰鸣的巨大时代，在那浑浊的天空中插着无数把名字叫大厦的刀子，在那黑色的湖水中垃圾露出世界很美好的微笑。
我们只是沧海中渺小的一粒沙，我们窝在小小的山头上，我们的希望、梦想，微茫得什么都不是。
我感觉身体里有一种叫生命的东西在流失，沙啦沙啦，仿佛是一个沙漏，正在最后一次进行倒计时。
这是，我突然感觉到我的脚有一种莫名的触感，那是一种在麻木之中倔强的微妙。
我低头一看，是那片绿叶！
我最后的那片绿叶！它柔弱的身躯闯过了漫天的风沙与垃圾，它回来了！
似乎是累了，它疲惫地靠在我的脚边，风吹着它弱不禁风的身子抖动着。
透过朦胧的灰，它对我绽露了一个大大的微笑。
我哭了。
在干枯的躯干上，我的眼泪干燥地像沙子深深硌进无知觉的皮肤。
突然间我好想死，我想闭着眼睛就这么死去，我已经没有
多余的泪水再去面对这些早已被注定却还拼死挣扎的微光了。
死了一切都可以成为过去式吧。
我不会忘记，那些和我一样的微光不会忘记，我们恨那些曾经让我们以为这就是美好的高级生物。
那些手拿电锯掀起尘埃的肮脏耻辱。
哦，他们称自己，叫人类。
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以为作文600字篇1每一个人都有自己引以为豪的事情。
有人以自己优秀的成绩而感到自豪，有人以自己拥有昂贵的物件而感到自豪，而我却以有一位平凡而伟大的母亲而倍感自豪。
我的母亲只是一个普普通通的家庭主妇，她没有林妹妹那样的容貌，没有冰心那样学富五车，但她有着一双灵巧的手。
去年冬天，突然降临的雪灾，使天气变得十分寒冷。
一天，母亲对我说：“天气冷了，我帮你织件毛衣吧！”我笑着说：“织毛衣那么麻烦，到商店里买一件就好了。
”母亲却摇摇头说：“买来的衣服你都找不到合适的尺码，还是自己织得比较好。
”说完，母亲就起身回到她自己房间里去了。
我刚开始认为母亲只是说着玩笑的呢。
可是，第二天中午我放学回家，就看到母亲坐在沙发上绕那线球。
半夜，我睡意朦胧地睁开眼睛，隐约看见母亲的房间灯还亮着，我好奇地从床上爬起来，走到母亲的房间里，发现母亲还在织毛衣！我十分惊讶！台灯下，母亲低着头，双手灵活地上下摆动着，毛衣已经完成一半了。
借着微弱的灯光，我隐约看见母亲那黑色发丝中，多了几丝银线，本来平整的眼角上也好似多了一丝皱纹。
妈妈，谢谢！不知不觉中，泪水充满了我的眼眶。
“妈妈”我唤了一声，“您早点休息吧！”母亲抬起头，笑着说：“嗯，马上就好了，你快去睡吧！等会就要着凉了，快回去。
”我回到被窝里，闭上眼，出现了母亲慈祥的脸庞和那织着毛衣的双手，就这样，我带着满怀的爱渐入了梦乡。
早晨，一缕阳光洒入我的房间，我睁开眼，第一眼就看见了放在我床边的那件蓝色毛衣。
母亲一夜没睡，为我织毛衣！我穿上它，正好合身，不大也不小。
我赶紧穿着它高兴地上学去，我想让全世界的人都知道，我母亲的手有多么的灵巧！母亲，您那灵巧的手，为我编织了一个个美丽的梦，我以您为豪！以为作文600字篇2《何以为家》又译作《迦百农》，是由黎巴嫩导演纳迪·拉巴基执导的影片。
和好朋友闹掰了挽回小作文
和好朋友闹掰了挽回小作文曾经，我以为我们的友谊会像那坚固的长城一样，风吹不倒，雨打不垮。
可没想到，一场小小的风波，居然让我们这艘友谊的小船说翻就翻。
那是一个再平常不过的午后，阳光透过窗户洒在课桌上，给人一种懒洋洋的感觉。
我和我的好朋友小花像往常一样，一起有说有笑地走向操场。
“哎呀，你等等我！”我一边喊着，一边加快脚步去追她。
到了操场，正准备开始我们的“闲聊时光”，这时，隔壁班的一个女生走过来和小花打招呼。
小花一下子就和她聊得热火朝天，把我晾在了一边。
我心里那个气呀，“哼，这算什么嘛，居然把我晾在这儿。
”我在心里暗自嘟囔着。
可能是我的表情太明显，小花看了我一眼，说：“你先自己玩会儿呗。
”啥？让我自己玩会儿？我当时就火冒三丈，“行，你聊你的，我走！”说完，我扭头就走，头也不回。
接下来的几天，我们谁也不理谁。
我心里其实特别难受，以前我俩总是一起上学、一起吃饭、一起分享小秘密，可现在，突然变成了一个人，感觉做什么都没劲儿。
上课时，我会不自觉地看向她的座位，心里想着她是不是也在偷偷看我；吃饭的时候，没有了她在旁边叽叽喳喳地说话，饭菜都好像变得没那么香了；课间休息，看到别的小伙伴们结伴玩耍，我就更加怀念和她在一起的时光。
我知道，这次是我太冲动了，太小心眼儿了。
人家和别的同学说几句话，我就发脾气，实在是不应该。
于是，我决定挽回我们的友谊。
我写了一张小纸条，上面写着：“小花，对不起，是我不好，我不该那么任性，我们和好吧。
”趁她不注意，偷偷塞进了她的书包里。
可是，一天过去了，两天过去了，她没有任何回应。
我的心又开始七上八下，难道她不愿意原谅我？不行，我不能就这么放弃。
我又想了一个办法，我买了她最爱吃的巧克力，在放学的时候等在她回家的路上。
终于，看到她的身影了，我的心砰砰直跳，像揣了只小兔子。
“小花！”我喊住了她。
她看到我，愣了一下。
我赶紧跑过去，把巧克力递给她，“小花，这是你最爱吃的，别生气了好不好？”她看着我，沉默了一会儿，说：“其实我也有错，我不该只顾着和别人聊天，忽略了你。
我以为的作文600字
我以为的作文600字
《我以为》
我以为，长大是一件超级棒的事儿。
在我小的时候，我看着那些大哥哥大姐姐，他们可以自己决定什么时候睡觉，什么时候出去玩，我就特别羡慕。
我以为长大了，就再也不用被爸爸妈妈催着早睡早起，也不用听他们唠叨“别总看电视，对眼睛不好”。
我以为长大了，就能吃好多好多的冰淇淋，不会有人在旁边说“吃多了会肚子疼”。
我还以为长大了，就可以有很多很多的零花钱，想买什么玩具就买什么玩具。
可是，当我真的慢慢长大，我发现并不是我以为的那样。
长大意味着要承担更多的责任，要面对更多的困难和挑战。
比如，要努力学习，取得好成绩；要学会照顾自己，不能再总是依赖爸爸妈妈。
现在我明白了，长大是一个既有快乐又有烦恼的过程。
但不管怎样，我都会勇敢地面对，努力地长大！
《我以为》
我以为，友谊是永远不会变的。
我和我的好朋友小花，从幼儿园开始就天天在一起玩。
我们一起做游戏，一起分享小零食，一起在滑梯上笑得咯咯响。
那时候我以为，我们会一直这样好下去，永远都不会分开。
可是后来上了小学，我们被分到了不同的班级。
一开始，我们还会在课间跑去找对方玩。
但慢慢地，小花有了新的朋友，我也有了新
的小伙伴。
我们在一起玩的时间越来越少，有时候在路上碰到，也只是打个招呼就匆匆走开。
我很难过，不明白为什么会这样。
我以为的永远的友谊，好像在不知不觉中变了样。
但后来我想通了，虽然我们不能像以前那样天天黏在一起，但曾经一起度过的快乐时光会永远留在我心里。
而且，就算我们有了新的朋友，那份最初的友情也还是很珍贵的。
曾经我以为对别人好别人也会对我好英语作文
曾经我以为对别人好别人也会对我好英语作文全文共3篇示例，供读者参考篇1I Once Thought If I Was Nice to Others, They Would Be Nice to MeGrowing up, I was taught the Golden Rule - treat others the way you want to be treated. My parents instilled in me the importance of being kind, considerate, and helpful to those around me. I took this lesson to heart and made it my personal philosophy to always go out of my way to be good to others, thinking that if I was nice, people would naturally be nice in return. How naive I was.In elementary school, I went above and beyond to be a friend to everyone. I shared my snacks and toys freely. I invited the shy kids to play at recess when they seemed left out. I complimented my classmates on their artwork or outfits. I picked up litter in the halls even though it wasn't mine. My actions were driven by a sincere desire to spread kindness and make others feel good. And I figured that by doing so, I'd be rewarded with having a ton of friends who had my back.But you know what they say about nice guys finishing last. Despite my earnest efforts, I just didn't seem to gain the favor and loyalty from my peers that I expected. The popular kids still made fun of me for being a teacher's pet. The class clowns took advantage of my willingness to share by demanding my belongings. And the cool crowd excluded me from their social circles no matter how hard I tried to get in. I was baffled - why didn't my kindness inspire the same in return?As I got older, the phenomenon persisted. In middle school, I tutored struggling students for free and helped them with their homework, yet they still badmouthed me behind my back. The skills I had to offer were used, but I was disposed of as soon as I had served my purpose. No lasting bonds were formed from me bending over backwards.In high school, I went out of my way to do thoughtful things for my crushes like making them cupcakes or burning them mixed CDs, but they inevitably friendzoned me for nicer, more assertive guys. Some even accused me of being a try-hard nice guy just trying to get into their pants. My genuine care and thoughtfulness were mistaken for being disingenuous. It seemed that no matter how authentic my kindness was, people assumed there were ulterior motives.College wasn't much different. I joined clubs and went to events solely to be helpful - operating booths, coordinating logistics, cleaning up after gatherings. But I was overlooked for leadership positions andovic roles in favor of those who were assertive and self-promoting. Simply working hard and being a team player wasn't valued the same as being a brashself-endorser.By the time I entered the workforce, my optimistic spirit was pretty beaten down from constantly having my niceness exploited or unreciprocated over the years. I watched as jerks and self-involved people climbed career ladders while my dedication and positivity got me nowhere. Genuine nice guys like myself too often fell victim to the mindset of "oh, he's such a sweet guy" but were not respected or rewarded further.After being burned too many times, I fell into quite the cynical state. My soul was depleted from being taken advantage of under the guise of "oh, you're so nice, you'll do this task, right?" or being treated as a doormat because I tried to be helpful and accommodating. I grew jaded thinking there was no point in being kind if it wouldn't be valued or returned. I figured I might as well be an inconsiderate jerk like everyone else since being nice doesn't pay off.Thankfully, I didn't succumb fully to that toxic mentality. While it was demotivating having my kindness constantly dismissed or manipulated, I realized that being nice is simply the right way to live and conduct myself. It's who I am at my core. I'm not doing it for accolades or expectations of reciprocation - I do it because it's the ethical choice. Because it's how I want to leave this world a little bit better. I can't control how others will react, but I can control how I treat people. Regaining that mindset wasn't easy, but it's what ultimately allowed me to find peace.I've come to terms with the fact that being nice doesn't entitle me to anything in return. Being a decent human being should be the baseline standard, not a chip to be cashed in for rewards or special treatment. If people want to take advantage of my kindness, that's on them - it doesn't negate the fact that I lived by my principles and moral code. I no longer have the naive expectation that niceness will be paid back in kind, but I operate from a place of hoping it inspires more positivity nonetheless.I've realized that sometimes, people don't reciprocate kindness for the plain fact that they're unable to, not because they're intentionally malicious. They may be struggling with their own battles, traumas,篇2I Once Thought if I Was Nice to Others, They Would Be Nice to MeGrowing up, I was taught the golden rule - treat others the way you want to be treated. My parents ingrained in me the importance of being kind, considerate, and helpful to those around me. I took their lessons to heart and made being a "nice" person one of my core values. I genuinely believed that if I made an effort to be good to others, they would reciprocate and be good to me in return. How naive I was.In elementary school, I went out of my way to be friendly to everyone, even the kids who were a little different or struggled to make friends. I shared my snacks, included others in games at recess, and stood up for classmates who were being picked on. I thought my kindness would be rewarded with lots of friends and acceptance from my peers. Instead, I was labeled as the "teacher's pet", accused of being a try-hard, and largely ignored by the popular crowd. No matter how nice I was, it didn't seem to matter. The mean kids were still mean to me.As I got older and entered middle school, the social hierarchy became even more pronounced and cruel. The bullying intensified, with kids launching harsh verbal attacks and humiliating pranks against those they deemed uncool or weird. Iremained steadfastly nice, convincing myself that taking the high road and killing them with kindness was the right thing to do. I refused to stoop to their level or retaliate, believing that being a bully myself would only perpetuate the cycle of meanness. Unfortunately, my persecutors saw my niceness as weakness to be exploited rather than a positive trait to be respected.One particularly traumatic incident crystalized for me just how misguided and foolish my "nice guy" approach had been. There was a new student who had recently transferred to our school - we'll call him James. James stood out because he dressed differently, had an unusual hairstyle, and spoke with an accent from another country. Immediately, he became a target for the bullies' torment. I felt terrible for James and went out of my way to be extra kind to him - offering to show him around, inviting him to sit with me at lunch, and generally trying to make him feel welcome.At first, James seemed appreciative of my gestures. But then the bullies started taunting me too, accusing me of being James' girlfriend and making crude insinuations. I tried my best to ignore them and continue being nice to James, but the harassment towards both of us escalated. One day after school, the ringleader bully and his cronies cornered us, shoved usaround, and stole James' backpack before dumping its contents all over the ground. As James frantically tried to collect his belongings, I attempted to stand up to the bullies, pleading with them to stop. In response, the ringleader socked me hard in the stomach, dropping me to my knees as they laughed and walked away.Lying there wheezing and fighting back tears, I felt like such an idiot. All my niceness and belief in taking the high road had accomplished nothing in the face of such cruelty. Worse, my earnest attempts to befriend the new kid James had only made both of us bigger targets for the bullies' abuse. In that harsh moment of realization, my rose-colored philosophy about niceness begetting niceness shattered into a million pieces.From then on, I became more guarded in my interactions and niceness towards others. I realized that being unconditionally nice, especially to those who showed themselves as unkind people, was naïve at best and potentially even enabling their bad behavior at worst. While I still believe it's important to be a fundamentally good and ethical person, I no longer go out of my way to be nice to those who don't deserve or appreciate it. If someone is outright mean or cruel to me, I don't owe them my kindness or respect in return.There's also a middle ground I now try to strike – being polite and civil to most people by default, but reserving my actual niceness and kindness for those who have proven themselves worthy of it through their own good behavior. I'm still an overall nice person I'd like to think, but I'm no longer the proverbial doormat, blindly nice to everyone regardless of how they treat me. I've accepted that some people will simply never be nice back no matter what I do, so it's not worth wasting my energy trying to turn them around through persistence and martyrdom.Niceness, I've realized, should be something earned through mutual understanding and respect rather than just handed out indiscriminately at one's own expense. It's give AND take – if you treats me with kindness and decency, I will gladly reciprocate in kind. But if you choose to be mean, rude, or cruel, then niceness from me is the last thing you'll receive. I'm done being the perpetual nice guy who smiles politely while being kicked. From now on, I'll save my niceness for those who have shown they genuinely deserve it.篇3I Once Thought If I Was Nice to Others, They Would Be Nice to Me TooFrom a very young age, I was taught to always be kind, polite, and considerate towards others. My parents instilled in me the belief that treating people well was not just the right thing to do, but that it would also lead to positive outcomes for myself. If I was nice to my classmates, they would be nice to me in return. If I helped others when they needed it, they would be there for me when I needed help. This was the mindset I carried with me throughout my childhood and into my teenage years.In elementary school, I tried my best to embody this philosophy. I shared my snacks during recess, offered to let others go ahead of me in line, and went out of my way to compliment others and make them feel good about themselves.I thought that by radiating positivity and kindness, I would be surrounded by it in return. For the most part, this seemed to be true. I had a solid group of friends who were just as considerate as I tried to be. We looked out for each other and lifted each other up.However, there were times when my niceness wasn't reciprocated. I vividly remember one incident during gym class when I went out of my way to include a shy new student in our game of kickball. Despite my efforts to make her feel welcome, she barely acknowledged me and seemed uncomfortable withmy attempts at friendship. In that moment, I felt a pang of disappointment and confusion. Hadn't I done everything right? Wasn't being nice supposed to lead to positive reactions from others?As I got older and entered middle school, I began to realize that the world didn't always operate according to the straightforward rules I had been taught. There were people who, for whatever reason, simply didn't respond positively to kindness and consideration. Some of my peers seemed to revel in cruelty, mocking those who were perceived as "too nice." I distinctly recall overhearing a group of popular girls snickering about how "lame" I was for holding the door open for people.It was during those awkward, emotionally turbulent middle school years that I first started to question the philosophy that had guided me for so long. Was being unconditionally nice and accommodating really the right approach? It seemed that, at least in the microcosm of teenage social dynamics, such behavior could actually make me a target for ridicule rather than earning me respect and positive treatment in return.High school brought even more challenges to my worldview. In this larger, more complex social environment, I observed all kinds of behaviors and interactions. There were those whoembraced the more cynical mentality of looking out for themselves at the expense of others. There were those who seemed to only extend niceties when it benefited them in some way. And then there were those rare individuals who epitomized kindness and compassion without expecting anything in return.I'll admit that during those high school years, I struggled to find my footing and stick to the values I had been raised with. There were times when I gave in to the temptation to be selfish or petty, justifying it as a way to avoid being taken advantage of or made to look foolish. I experimented with different social personas, trying to figure out where I fit in and how I could navigate this new, more complicated world.It wasn't until my later years of high school that I started to regain my perspective and reembrace the importance of genuine kindness and consideration for others. I realized that while not everyone would reciprocate such treatment, that didn't diminish its value or importance. Being nice wasn't about keeping score or expecting favors in return. It was about conducting myself in a way that aligned with my core values and principles.Now, as I prepare to head off to college, I find myself reflecting deeply on the lessons I've learned over the years about kindness, empathy, and how to treat others. I've come tounderstand that true kindness should be unconditional – it shouldn't be contingent on how others react or what you might get in return. At the same time, I've learned the importance of boundaries and not allowing myself to be taken advantage of or disrespected.My philosophy now is to lead with kindness and compassion, but to also have a strong sense of self-worth and healthy expectations for how I should be treated by others. I will continue to hold doors, offer assistance when I can, and treat others with respect and empathy. However, I will also advocate for myself and remove myself from situations or relationships that are toxic or abusive.Kindness, I've realized, is a strength – not a weakness. It's a choice to bring more light into the world, even when that light isn't always reflected back towards you. By being a kind and compassionate person, you make a positive impact on those around you, even if the effects aren't immediately apparent or acknowledged.As I move into this next exciting chapter of my life, I will carry these lessons with me. I will strive to be a force for kindness and positivity, but I will also have the wisdom and self-assurance to protect my own well-being. True kindness doesn't require me tobe a doormat. It simply means conducting myself with empathy, respect, and care for others, without any strings attached.I know there will be times when my kindness isn't reciprocated, when I encounter people who are indifferent or even cruel in response to my good intentions. In those moments, I will remind myself that their reactions say more about them than they do about me. I will continue being the person I want to be – someone who makes the world a little bit brighter and kinder, one interaction at a time.。
我以为的曾经的末日 初中作文【450字】
我以为的曾经的末日初中作文【450字】举目远眺，是混黑的白昼，光秃秃的树丫门庭冷落，枝桠上的灰鸟低低地唱这哀歌。
云层上奔走的惊雷落下满天的火，沉闷而压抑的雷声跑过大片的天空，然后是梅雨时节砸在房顶上的细雨的雨声。
天公张怒着面孔，狂风卷集着乌云肆虐地呼啸而过。
大朵大朵的乌云走过，就像是暗黑的悼词。
着一切的一切，透过一杯“血腥玛利”映在瞳仁之中，似乎一片火光，拉长而扭曲，看到这火红的世界，完全有理由认为这是末日的到来。
风声、雨声、雷电声溢满了整个天空。
一缕阳光次破黑暗，然后迅速点亮了整个国度。
天，似乎晴得很快，蓝中带白，白中泛蓝。
门外三三两两的孩子追逐打闹，争抢着蓝色或白色的草球。
和煦的阳光伴着暖风落在大地之上，透过层层树叶映下班驳的影子，婶婶浅浅地溢满整个回忆。
有人说，曾经以为的末日装点我的青春，让我成为冰雪的王爵，而它们最后成为了末世的苍雪。
灰暗的时光镶嵌在我的人生之路上，在满天明亮时回头，一路上的灰暗都在星空下化为钻石，装点我的生命。
有的灾难，崃市以谈笑间灰飞烟灭的气势而来，但我明白，悲欢离合耳麦中，雷雨之后，世人依旧，如沐春风。
谢谢你使我成为更好的自己作文开头【3篇】
谢谢你使我成为更好的自己作文开头【精选3篇】感谢你使我成为更好的自己作文开头【精选3篇】一曾经，我以为坚持不懈只是妈妈对我的一种近乎过度的要求；曾经，我以为只有大人才可以被一种无形的力气震撼。
没想到，一只小小的蜗牛竟的浮躁之心！那天下午，天阴沉沉的。
正在做数学题的我突然被一道稍有难度的题挡住了去路，我敷衍了事的思索了几分钟，心想：这题，有难度，估量其余同学也做不出来。
“哈哈——”窗外传来了一阵笑声。
我向窗外望去，只见几位同学正在小公园玩耍，他们玩得起劲儿。
我示意自己——为何要动那么大的脑子思索？走，出门散散心去！我立马穿好衣服，飞奔下楼。
坐在公园的椅子上，微风吹过在了我的脸颊，作业这回事儿，早已被我抛到了九宵云外！那是啥？我定睛一看：在我面前不远处的大石头旁有一个小精灵在渐渐移动着。
我走近几步，哦，那是一只蜗牛，它正在埋头前行，只见它背着重重的壳，压过了阻挡它的树叶，一晃一晃的爬过了挡住它的去路的树枝，又一步一步的攀登着光滑的瓷砖。
突然，“滴吧——”一滴雨点打落了下来，不偏不倚，恰好打在了小蜗牛的硬壳上。
“咚——”没有防备的小蜗牛在这不束之客的敲打下翻了个跟斗。
“哈哈，看你有多大能耐！”我不由脱口而出。
这只小蜗牛丝毫没有退却的意思。
只见它重新抖擞精神，抖了抖身上的外壳，以一种势不行挡之势沿着原来的路攀爬着。
一点……一点……小蜗牛没有惧怕我的称赞，也没有惧怕瓷砖的光滑，它爬呀爬，大约过了半个小时，小蜗牛最终攀登到了心中的“珠穆朗玛峰”。
它停下来，把脑袋缩进了壳里。
它好像对我说：“看你敢不敢称赞我！我爬上来了吧？你呢，做任何事情都不能沉下心来。
不摆脱浮躁思想，你永久不会进步！”我被震撼了！我的脸“唰”的一下变红了！“锲而不舍，金石可镂。
”“不达目的绝不罢休！”“朝着目标努力前行！”这些词语瞬间涌上了我的心头。
同时，我也对自己无比自责：不就是一道数学题吗？敷衍了事能做好啥呢？于是，我飞奔回家，坐在书桌前，认真思索起来。
精品-记录我的一天作文
记录我的一天作文
曾经，我以为我的一天没有什么好记录的，三点一线的
生活，没什么记录的必要。
然而现在我的这个观点改变了，我开始认为我的一天哪怕是三点一线，也有记录的必要。
因为我的一天也是我活在世界上的一天，如果我不能自
己记录下来的话，那我又如何向这个世界证明，我是一个来过这个世界一趟的人呢？在想明白这一点后，我的妈妈给我开通了一个微博账号，我还认认真真想出了许多昵称，最终在里面挑选了一个作为我在这个世界上向世界证明我来过的名字。
现在，我每天都会在写完了作业之后，在这个名字下面
写下一些我的感受，记录我的一天。
我会记录我在学校里发生的趣事，也会记录我哪一天吃了雪糕；我会记录近来读过的一本书的感受，也会记录我和爸爸妈妈去电影院看过的电影，我会记录我跟妈妈学习的第一道菜，也会记录我跟爸爸去钓鱼的一天；我会记录天上太阳的形状有些不一样，也会记录晚上的月亮圆了又弯。
我把这些我的一天中发生的，我想要记录下来的事情，都记了下来，让所有人都能够看见，我在某个他们不知道的地方，以自己的方式生活着。
记录我的一天，这件事情已经成为了我生活中极其重要
的一点事情，它为我三点一线的生活增加了一个维度，让我在虚实之间找寻到自己活着的意义，也找寻到关于未来的奥秘。
关于未来的奥秘这一点是我最近在记录我的一天中琢磨出来的，当我开始记录我的一天，当我开始以一个旁观者来审视自己的生活时，我可以看见未来的我显现出雏形，她具体什么样，我
还不是很清楚，但她一定是一个爱阅读也爱写作的人，因为习惯使然。
初中以为作文600字左右
初中以为作文600字左右初中以为作文600字左右篇1原来，我以为你是一条长长的河，跨过你的身体，就可以永久安息，可是，你的身体是如此的宽阔。
你有汹涌的水浪;你有可怕的‘孩子’;你有张牙舞爪的水藻。
原来，我以为你是充满爱与友谊的。
可是从呱呱坠地到如今的我，我看到了狰狞的脸，我听到了恐怖的笑声，我经历了可怕的现实，就像成结成缕的恶梦，在我的脑海里浮沉。
原来，我以为你是那么的大度与宽容，你那伟岸的胸膛可以容下我所有的过失。
于是我学会了欺骗，学会了懒惰，也学会了仇恨。
，可是，你却给了我天大的惩罚，让我独自在黑暗的角落里徘徊。
有那么一刻，突然觉得你好可怕。
原来，我以为犯过错误，就没有办法补救，我曾深深地自责自己，哭泣过，也悔恨过不知所措像一粒掉入大海的种子越沉越深。
我闭上眼，等待着离开你的身体，可是，你却用你的浪将我轻轻地涌到岸边，是我破土而出，开花，结果。
原来，我以为，我深深地爱上了你，可是你只是无尽地延伸，没有应答，我只是看到一条通往太阳的路......原来，我以为......终于读懂，一段岁月，一段成长。
我悄悄地写下了你的名字----生活。
终于读懂，你是漫长的，你就是我的一生。
每一个初出茅庐的孩子都不能小看生活，要从第一步起谨慎地踏入生活之河。
终于读懂，生活如此的现实，成长的岁月使我们的心灵不再单纯。
我们经历过行行色色的事，行行色色的人。
我知道日子有白天有黑夜，生活有美丽有丑陋。
终于读懂，生活不是为我们而来，而是我们为了生活而降临到这个世界上。
我们不能输给自己的思想，不能颓废，要扬起头，向生活拼命地微笑。
终于读懂，我们可以改变生活。
或许你现在的生活正面临着黑暗的一面，但是，我们始终相信努力过便是成功，让明天更加灿烂，使生活更加美好。
终于读懂，只有彻彻底底的走完生活这段路，才可以在行将就木时无愧地说声------我爱你。
初中以为作文600字左右篇2刘邦这个无所事事的街头混混究竟是怎样一步步走到亡秦称帝、一统华夏的?这，背负了百万亡魂，一言难尽的心酸奋斗，数十次死里逃生。
我懂了作文600字
我懂了作文600字我懂了。
我曾经以为，懂了就是懂了，但是当我真正懂了的时候，才发现原来懂了并不是那么简单的事情。
这个世界上有太多的事情，我们以为懂了，其实只是表面上的了解，真正的理解和懂得需要经历时间和经验的积累。
我懂了，懂得了父母的不易。
小时候，总觉得父母唠叨、限制自己的自由，但是当我长大后，才慢慢明白他们的用心良苦。
他们为了我们的成长付出了太多，他们的唠叨是出于对我们的关心和爱。
懂得了这一点，我开始更加珍惜和理解他们，尽量让他们少操心，多一些时间和精力去享受生活。
我懂了，懂得了友情的珍贵。
在生活中，我们会遇到很多人，有些人只是匆匆过客，而有些人会陪伴我们走很长一段路。
当我们在困难的时候，才能真正感受到朋友的力量。
他们的陪伴和支持让我们感到温暖和坚定，让我们懂得了友情的珍贵。
因此，我学会了珍惜身边的朋友，用心去对待每一段友情，因为这是生活中最美好的风景。
我懂了，懂得了学习的重要。
曾经，我总是觉得学习是一种苦差事，是被迫的事情。
但是随着年龄的增长，我开始懂得了学习的重要性。
知识是改变命运的力量，只有不断学习，才能不被社会淘汰。
因此，我开始用心学习，不再抱怨学习的艰辛，因为我懂得了学习的意义和价值。
我懂了，懂得了生活的美好。
生活中有太多的美好，只是我们往往忽略了它。
当我开始用心去感受生活，用心去品味生活的点滴，我才发现原来生活是如此的美好。
每一个微笑、每一次感动、每一份真诚，都是生活赋予我们的礼物。
因此，我学会了珍惜每一个当下，用心去感受生活的美好。
我懂了，懂得了幸福的含义。
幸福，并不是拥有很多物质的享受，而是内心的满足和快乐。
当我懂得了感恩和珍惜，我才能够感受到真正的幸福。
因此，我学会了用心去感受幸福，用心去创造幸福，让幸福成为自己生活中最美丽的风景。
我懂了，懂得了坚持的力量。
生活中总会遇到各种各样的困难和挫折，但是只有坚持下去，才能够获得成功和成长。
因此，我学会了坚持，学会了在困难面前不轻言放弃，因为我懂得了坚持的力量。
2004年重庆高考满分作文独上高楼
2004年重庆高考满分作文独上高楼第一篇：2004年重庆高考满分作文独上高楼2004年重庆高考满分作文——《独上高楼》昨夜西风凋碧树，独上高楼、望断天涯路。
——题记曾经以为，古代文人的生命会简单而明了，时代赋予他们简明的期望：入相出将，封妻荫子。
然而，是谁？偏偏要抛开那些世俗的期望，独上高楼，为自己的人生另择一条路？一、李白是黄沙漫天，北风吹雁中骑驴高歌的歌者么？是以霓为线，以虹为钩的海上钓鳌客么？是遍访青山绿水、且歌且行的游者么？在那个烟花三月的时代，人们对你的期望是歌功颂德，取悦帝王换取高官厚禄；而你，偏偏要独上高楼，在朝要高力士脱靴磨墨，在野要放白鹿于青崖之间。
于是你注定要孤独，“举杯邀明月，对饮成三人”，然而你傲然，“钟鼓馔玉不足贵，但愿长醉不复醒”而当我们回望唐朝，站在盛唐中间的不是帝王，而是你啊！酒入豪胸，七分酿成了月亮，剩下三分啸成了剑气，绣口一吐就是半个盛唐。
二、苏东坡是捡(应为“拣”)尽寒枝终不肯栖的寒鸦么？是举杯邀明月的饮者么？是穿越了十年生死痛苦一场的痴汉么？在那个“群星荟萃”的时代，人们对你的期望本是韬光养晦，游戏笔墨罢了，而你偏偏要独上高楼，你的光芒刺痛了那些习惯于黑夜的眼睛，你注定要承受官场和文坛一齐泼来的污水。
而我只看见你青青的竹枝，脚上的芒鞋，被雨淋湿的脊背，你的1 笑容从容洒脱，你的眼中只有秋风绿水泛清波。
你坚守着自我，从而达到让后世永远仰望的高度。
三、辛弃疾是落日楼头，断鸿声里的江南游子么？是恨古人不知你为狂人么？是不啼清泪长啼血的悲鸟么？在那个崇尚享乐的年代，人们对你的期望本是吟花弄月，卖弄诗文罢了，而你偏要独上高楼，“把吴钩看了，栏杆拍遍”。
一边是“斜阳正在，烟雨断肠处”，另一边却是“香车宝马香满路”，而你，执意要做灯火阑珊处的伊人。
你痛斥，“君莫舞，君不见，玉环飞燕皆黄土”；你彷徨，“倩何人换取，红巾翠袖，揾英雄泪”；你期待，“醉里挑灯看剑，梦会吹角连营”。