曾经我以为

地球枯竭作文曾经，我以为地球的资源是取之不尽、用之不竭的。

毕竟，从小到大，我们似乎从未真正为资源的短缺而感到过极度的恐慌。

直到那一次特别的经历，让我对地球资源的现状有了全新的，甚至是有些沉重的认识。

那是一个再平常不过的夏日，太阳高悬，热浪滚滚。

我和几个朋友相约去郊外爬山，想要在繁忙的生活中寻找一份宁静与清凉。

我们一路欢声笑语，很快就来到了山脚下。

山不算特别高，但对于久未运动的我们来说，也算是个不小的挑战。

一开始，大家都精力充沛，步伐轻快，仿佛这山不过是个小小的游乐场。

然而，随着路程的推进，情况开始变得有些不太对劲。

我们带的水，原本以为足够支撑整个行程，却在半山腰就已经所剩无几。

太阳毫不留情地炙烤着大地，汗水像决堤的洪水一样不停地流淌，我们的喉咙干得几乎要冒烟。

“这可咋办呀？水都快没了！”一个朋友忍不住抱怨道。

“早知道多带点水了，真是失策！”另一个朋友也跟着附和。

我望着那似乎还遥不可及的山顶，心中也开始打起了退堂鼓。

但又不甘心就这样半途而废，于是咬咬牙说：“咱们省着点喝，应该能撑到山顶。

”大家无奈地点点头，继续艰难地前行。

此时，每走一步都感觉双腿像灌了铅一样沉重，而口渴的感觉更是越来越强烈。

好不容易，我们终于爬到了山顶。

本以为能够迎来一阵凉爽的风，缓解一下身体的疲惫和燥热，可没想到，山顶上也是热气腾腾，毫无凉意。

我们四处张望着，眼前的景色让我们的心瞬间沉了下去。

原本郁郁葱葱的山林，有不少地方出现了光秃秃的斑块，那是树木被砍伐后的痕迹。

山脚下的那条小河，曾经清澈见底、水流潺潺，如今却几近干涸，只剩下一些浑浊的泥水。

“这……这怎么变成这样了？”一个朋友惊讶地张大了嘴巴。

“还不是因为人类无节制地索取呗！”另一个朋友愤愤地说。

我望着这片熟悉又陌生的土地，心中充满了悲哀。

我们总以为地球很大，资源很多，可眼前的这一切却无情地告诉我们，地球已经不堪重负，正在走向枯竭。

我们找了个阴凉的地方坐下来，默默地吃着干粮，谁也没有说话。

张爱玲名言短句大全（80句）1、曾经我以为，我们这辈子都无法再见，也不愿再见。

许多因素，并不是只有我们自己。

不想让更多的人受到损害，只想远离你，或许这样对彼此是最好的结局。

2、回忆这东西若是有气味的话，那就是樟脑的香，甜而稳妥，像记得分明的欢乐，甜而怅惘，像忘却了的忧愁。

3、可怜之人必有可恨之处。

4、曼桢觉得这样也好，在形迹上略微疏远一点。

她不知道感情这样东西是很难处理的，不能往冰箱里一搁，就以为它可以保存若干时日，不会变质了。

5、由于爱过，所以慈善；由于懂得，所以宽容。

或许爱玲就是这样子的，她之于胡兰成，不过就是怀着一颗慈善的心去对待，所以才会有这么多的容忍，只是，我不知道因她的慈善，她是否就真的拥有了所想得到的爱情？爱情不是一种宽容，更不是一种容忍。

爱情是肯定的自私、肯定的拔扈、肯定不容一粒沙子的。

只是女人天性的柔弱，留意她们的爱情掺和了太多的纵容和被纵容的成份。

回头看看，全部学不会慈善的女人一个个走了。

红楼梦里的林黛玉就是这样死的，夺走她生命的是心病，是她的计较。

而只有慈善的女人，照旧会在爱情的殿堂里做自欺欺人的梦。

6、对于三十岁以后的人来说，十年八年不过是指缝间的事。

7、谁都盼望一段感情会有结果，谁都不盼望美妙的爱情最终是一场痛，但是假如一开头就想着"不在乎天长地久，只在乎曾经拥有"的看法，再美妙的感情也不会有好的结果。

豆蔻年华稍纵即逝，何必要在不长的人生里再品尝一次苦涩呢。

8、爱情总让人流泪，而你却让我心碎。

我以为我不会喝醉，却不知有那么一天我就这样伤痕累累。

带着疲乏的身子，走在这漆黑的夜里。

吹着冷风，感到了冷意，再也没有你牵着我的手与我走在一起。

9、爱消散时，一切纷扰都显得无足轻重；爱来临时，一切纠缠都那么锱铢必较。

于是，分开了，难过了，懊悔了。

眼里容不得对方的半粒沙子，心里装不下对方的半点瑕疵，会觉得相遇是一场错误，相知更是一种损害。

10、极端病态与极端觉悟的人终究不多，时代是这么的沉重，不容我们那么简单就大彻大悟。

当时，年少
导读:本文是关于初一作文当时，年少,感谢您的阅读.
曾经，
我以为很苦很苦，
命运的弃儿被抛诸在冷漠的荒原，
老人们将全部的爱丢在田里。

风雨兼程，潮湿的角落里，我们拥着彼此。

烛火飘摇，晃动我们扭曲的脸庞。

疯狂的想念今年的最后一个日子，
只有那一天，
他们才会回来。

也仅有那一天，
末了，
便看着他们收拾北上的行装。

无可奈何，
陷入一日又一日的轮回守候。

后来，
我开始贪念当时的时光，
天真也好，无知也罢。

除却一个太过辛苦的等待，
我们并不孤单。

有落日夕阳，
有萤火星灯。

蒲公英的追扬，
四叶草的传说，
童稚在海浪中喑哑。

此外，一无所知。

风吹过，流光易老，
后来的后来，
我们都散了，
悄悄地，遗忘
残缺的记忆在破旧的小城挣扎。

站在街口，
向南，那是我们年少的地方。

如今的你们，
流落在哪片土地，可否记得回家的路？我们都丢了，
当时，
但是年少时光。

小太妹伤感文案小作文曾经，我以为自己是街头的女王，风风火火，无所畏惧。

那时的我，一头挑染的长发，夸张的耳钉，还有那从不离身的破洞牛仔裤，觉得这就是酷，这就是与众不同。

我记得那是一个闷热的夏日午后，阳光像是要把柏油路都烤化了。

我和我的“姐妹们”在街角的小店里，一边喝着廉价的汽水，一边放肆地大笑。

突然，我的手机响了，是我当时所谓的男朋友打来的。

他在电话那头说：“我们分手吧，我受不了你的脾气和你的生活方式了。

”我一下子愣住了，手里的汽水差点掉在地上。

我怎么也没想到，这个整天跟在我屁股后面，说爱我一辈子的家伙，居然会说出这样的话。

我冲着电话大喊：“你有种！别后悔！”然后狠狠地挂断了电话。

可挂完电话，心里却像是被挖了一个大洞，空落落的。

那天晚上，我一个人走在那条熟悉的街道上，路灯把我的影子拉得长长的。

街边的小吃摊还在冒着热气，可我却一点胃口都没有。

路过一家音像店，里面传来了一首悲伤的情歌，那歌词就像是一把把小刀，一下下扎在我的心上。

我想起了和他在一起的点点滴滴。

我们一起在公园里放过风筝，那风筝飞得好高好高，就像我们的快乐没有尽头。

我们还一起在夜市上吃过烤串，他总是把最大串的留给我，笑着说我是他的宝贝。

可现在，这一切都成了回忆，而且是那种让人心痛的回忆。

我走到河边的长椅上坐下，望着河水发呆。

河面上倒映着城市的灯光，一闪一闪的，可我的心里却是一片黑暗。

我拿出手机，想给他发个消息，问问他为什么这么狠心，可手指在屏幕上停留了好久，最终还是没有按下发送键。

我知道，是我自己的任性和不懂事，把他越推越远。

我总是以为，爱就是要轰轰烈烈，要不顾一切。

我从来没有想过，他也会累，也会受伤。

回到家，我把自己扔在床上，抱着枕头哭了起来。

眼泪止不住地流，把枕头都打湿了一大片。

我翻看着我们的照片，一张张甜蜜的笑脸，如今看起来却格外刺眼。

我想把这些照片都删掉，可又狠不下心，毕竟这是我们曾经爱过的证明。

那几天，我像是丢了魂一样。

上课也听不进去，老师在讲台上讲得口沫横飞，我在下面发呆。

心无旁骛才能成功作文曾经，我以为成功是一件极其复杂的事情，需要天时地利人和，需要各种高深的技巧和策略。

然而，一次亲身的经历让我彻底改变了这个看法，让我深刻地明白了，心无旁骛才是通向成功的关键。

那是一个阳光灿烂的周末，我心血来潮，决定挑战自己，学习做蛋糕。

走进厨房，我把各种材料和工具都摆了出来，面粉、鸡蛋、白糖、打蛋器、烤箱……看着这一堆东西，我心里既兴奋又有些紧张。

我按照网上找来的食谱，开始了第一步：分离蛋清和蛋黄。

这看似简单的步骤，却让我手忙脚乱。

蛋清总是不小心混进蛋黄里，我小心翼翼地用蛋壳来回倒腾，额头上都冒出了汗珠。

好不容易分离好了，接下来是打发蛋清。

我插上打蛋器，开到最大档，蛋清在打蛋器的搅动下，渐渐泛起了泡沫。

我满心期待地盯着，心里默默祈祷着一定要成功。

就在这时，我的手机响了，是朋友发来的一条微信，约我出去玩。

我心里一阵犹豫，一边是还没完成的蛋糕，一边是朋友的邀请。

但我很快就告诉自己，不行，我要心无旁骛地把蛋糕做好。

于是，我果断地把手机调了静音，继续专注于眼前的蛋清。

打发蛋清的过程真的很漫长，我的胳膊都开始发酸了，但我不敢有丝毫的松懈，一直打到蛋清能拉起尖角，才松了一口气。

然后，我又把蛋黄、面粉、白糖和牛奶混合在一起，搅拌均匀，再把打发好的蛋清分三次加入，轻轻地翻拌。

当我把搅拌好的面糊倒入模具，放进预热好的烤箱时，心里充满了期待。

但这等待的过程也并不轻松，我一会儿看看烤箱的温度，一会儿又担心会不会烤糊，心里像揣了只小兔子，七上八下的。

就在我焦急等待的时候，电视里突然传来了我最喜欢的电视剧的声音。

那熟悉的剧情和人物，让我忍不住想坐下来看一会儿。

可是我又想到，如果分心去看电视，蛋糕可能就毁了。

于是，我咬咬牙，忍住了看电视的冲动。

“叮！”烤箱的声音终于响起，我迫不及待地打开烤箱，一股香甜的味道扑面而来。

我戴上手套，把蛋糕拿了出来，看着金黄的色泽，闻着诱人的香气，我心里充满了成就感。

那一刻，我明白了，成功其实并不在于你有多么聪明，或者拥有多少资源，而在于你是否能够在做一件事情的时候心无旁骛。

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.。

自力他力作文曾经，我以为人生就像一场独自的旅行，只能依靠自己的力量去披荆斩棘，征服每一座高山，跨越每一条河流。

可随着岁月的流逝，经历的事情越来越多，我才渐渐明白，自力固然重要，但他力同样不可或缺。

就说那次登山的经历吧。

那是一座在当地小有名气的山，不算特别高，但山势陡峭，颇具挑战性。

我在一个阳光明媚的周末，心血来潮，决定独自一人去征服它。

早上，我背着装满水和食物的背包，信心满满地出发了。

一开始，山路还算平坦，我哼着小曲儿，脚步轻快，觉得这不过是小菜一碟。

可随着高度的不断攀升，山路变得越来越崎岖难行。

脚下的石头好像故意跟我作对似的，又滑又不稳。

周围的树枝也总是伸出来挡住我的去路，刮得我的胳膊和脸生疼。

没一会儿，我就累得气喘吁吁，汗水湿透了后背。

我抬头看看那似乎遥不可及的山顶，心里开始打起了退堂鼓。

“这也太难了，要不回去吧？”我自言自语道。

但又一想，都已经走了这么远，现在放弃多可惜啊！于是，我咬咬牙，继续往上爬。

就在我几乎要累瘫的时候，突然听到后面传来一阵脚步声和说话声。

回头一看，原来是一群登山爱好者。

他们个个装备精良，精神抖擞。

其中一个大哥看到我狼狈的样子，笑着说：“小姑娘，一个人爬山啊？”我点点头，苦笑着说：“是啊，没想到这么难。

”大哥说：“别担心，跟着我们一起吧，大家互相有个照应。

”那一刻，我就像抓住了救命稻草一样，毫不犹豫地跟在了他们后面。

他们有人在前面探路，提醒大家哪里有危险；有人在后面鼓励落在后面的人；还有人分享自己带的水果和零食。

在他们的帮助下，我感觉轻松了许多。

当我们来到一个特别陡峭的山坡时，我望着几乎垂直的石壁，心里直发怵。

这时，那位大哥走到我身边说：“别怕，我在下面托着你，你往上爬。

”说完，他就蹲下身，用双手托住我的脚。

在他的助力下，我终于成功地爬上了那个陡坡。

一路上，他们跟我分享了很多登山的经验和技巧，告诉我怎么调整呼吸，怎么分配体力。

我也从一开始的沉默不语，到后来渐渐融入他们，和他们有说有笑。

命运无情文案句子伤感好的,这里是30条关于命运无情的伤感文案句子:1. 命运无情地践踏我的真心,我一次次站起来,一次次被打倒,但我不会放弃。

2. 曾经我以为命运会眷顾努力和善良,现在我终于明白,她是那么无情。

3. 命运,你对我犯了个大错,我本可以为这个世界带来一点温暖,你却无情放弃了我。

4. 我曾经那么相信命运公平,直到它无情地踩碎我的真心,我才明白它有多残忍。

5. 命运之神啊,你是不是从不眷顾努力?我已经太累了,再也站不起来了。

6. 我用双手紧握,却留不住命运流逝;用真心呼唤,命运终是无情离去。

7. 命运无情,它可以轻松给予,也可以毫不留情夺去一切。

我终将学会接受这一切。

8. 我明白了,命运不会可怜努力的人,它只会无情践踏,然后离开,从不回头。

9. 命运,我曾经那么相信你,你却一次次无情打击我,让我遍体鳞伤。

10. 我终将学会面对命运的无情,学会接受生活所有的不公,这就是成长的代价。

11. 命运无情夺去我最在乎的一切,我绝望地问它为何这样残忍,可它从不回应。

12. 命运船即将远去,留我在岸上黯然神伤;它不会为任何人停留,只因为它无情。

13. 我终将学会面对命运的无常与残忍,学会接受失去,这是我唯一的出路。

14. 命运无声无情,只在奔波中夺去我的激情,让我再也无法站起。

15. 我曾经多么相信善良得到回报,现在我终于明白,命运,你是那样无情。

16. 命运无情地践踏我的真心和努力,我再也不相信你了,却也无可奈何。

17. 命运,你毫不留情,可我依然要谢谢你,因为你让我学会了什么是坚强。

18. 我终将学会在命运无常中找到力量,学会在绝境里挺立不倒。

19. 命运之神啊,你对我犯下了难以弥补的错误,我曾经那么相信你的存在。

20. 命运无情夺去我最在乎的一切,我几度崩溃,却也在绝境里变得坚强。

21. 命运啊,你无情的打击让我遍体鳞伤,我绝不会放弃,我要战胜命运的残忍。

22. 我终将学会面对命运的践踏,学会在绝境里找到希望,这就是我活下去的意义。

那一次我与什么深深共鸣半命题作文例题不知道从什么时候起，孤独这个词开始频繁地出现在我的生活里。

曾经，我以为孤独是一种遥远而陌生的感觉，直到那一次，我与孤独深深共鸣。

那是一个再平常不过的周末，阳光透过窗帘的缝隙，斑驳地洒在我的床上。

我懒洋洋地从床上爬起来，发现家里空无一人。

父母出差去了，朋友也都各自有自己的事情要忙。

我打开冰箱，里面只有一瓶快过期的牛奶和几个干瘪的苹果。

那一刻，一种莫名的失落感涌上心头。

我随便吃了点东西，就坐在沙发上发呆。

电视里播放着无聊的综艺节目，可我却怎么也提不起兴趣。

我决定出门走走，希望能驱散这恼人的孤独感。

走在熙熙攘攘的街道上，人们行色匆匆，没有人会为我停留。

路过一家咖啡店，里面坐满了欢声笑语的人们，我在门口驻足了一会儿，最终还是没有勇气走进去。

不知不觉，我来到了公园。

公园里有一群孩子在放风筝，他们的笑声在空气中回荡。

我坐在长椅上，看着他们尽情地奔跑嬉戏。

曾经，我也像他们一样无忧无虑，可如今，那份纯真的快乐似乎已经离我远去。

一阵风吹过，带来了些许凉意。

我抱紧了自己的双臂，却依然无法抵挡内心的寒冷。

旁边的花坛里，开着几朵不知名的小花，它们在风中摇曳着，显得那么渺小而脆弱。

我不禁想，它们是否也像我一样孤独？天渐渐暗了下来，路灯一盏盏亮起。

我拖着沉重的脚步往家走，影子在路灯下被拉得很长很长。

回到家，打开灯，空荡荡的房间显得格外冷清。

我瘫倒在沙发上，泪水不知不觉地流了下来。

那一刻，我才真正明白孤独的滋味。

它不是没有人陪伴，而是在喧嚣的世界中，找不到那个能懂你的灵魂。

我拿起手机，想要给朋友打电话倾诉，可翻遍了通讯录，却不知道该打给谁。

就在我感到绝望的时候，我突然想起了小时候的自己。

那个时候，我也经常一个人在家，但我却能从一本书、一支笔中找到乐趣。

我决定不再自怨自艾，起身走进书房，拿出了一本已经落灰的画册。

我坐在窗前，开始一笔一笔地画起来。

随着画笔的移动，我的心情渐渐平静下来。

原来，孤独并不可怕，可怕的是我们在孤独中迷失了自己。

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。