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時間煮雨(優秀10篇)

2022-11-03

時間煮雨作文 篇1

風吹雨成花 時間追不上白馬 你年少掌心的夢話 依然緊握著嗎 云翻涌成夏 眼淚被歲月蒸發 這條路上的你我她 有誰迷路了嗎 我們說好不分離 要一直一直在一起 就算與時間為敵 就算與全世界背離 風吹亮雪花 吹白我們的頭發 當初說一起闖天下 你們還記得嗎 ?

The wind blows and the rain takes time to catch up with the white horse. Do you still hold on to the dream words in your young hands? The clouds turn into summer tears. The years evaporate. Who are you or she lost on this road? We agreed not to separate. We should always be together, even if we are enemies of time, even if we are separated from the world. The wind blows bright, the snow blows white, our hair said to go out together. Do you remember?

那一年盛夏 心愿許的無限大 我們手拉手也成舟 劃過悲傷河流 你曾說過不分離 要一直一直在一起 現在我想問問你 是否只是童言無忌 天真歲月不忍欺 青春荒唐我不負你 大雪求你別抹去 我們在一起的痕跡 大雪也無法抹去 我們給彼此的印記 今夕何夕 青草離離 明月夜送君千里 等來年 秋風起

In the midsummer of that year, we wanted to be infinitely big, hand in hand, and we rowed across the sad river. You said you would never part, and we would always be together. Now I want to ask you if you are just childish, innocent, and can't bear to bully your youth and absurdity. I don't give you a big snow. Please don't erase the traces we have together. Snow can't erase the marks we have given each other. What time is it? The grass leaves the moon and the night sees you a thousand miles away

去年那個夏天,你在群里給我分享了這首歌,對我說:挺好聽的,你一定要聽。我當時沒有在意,只顧著和別人聊天。后來,我們形同陌路,你愛上了這首歌,所以,今天,我寫下這個故事,送給你,送給我們彼此錯過的青春。

Last summer, you shared this song with me in the group and said to me: It's very nice, you must listen to it. I didn't care, I just talked with others. Later, we were strangers, and you fell in love with this song. So today, I write this story for you and for the youth we missed each other.

一。

I.

初見你,是在小學,我們同班,也是前后座,那時的你真的很優秀,是我一直崇拜的對象——身為無名小卒的我,希望有一天會站在和你一樣的高度。

When I first saw you, I was in primary school. My classmates were also in front and back seats. You were really excellent at that time, and I have always admired you. As an unknown person, I hope I will stand at the same height as you one day.

大概是小學五年級吧,我們開始有了周測,你的成績變得不是很好,而我的成績卻一點點提高了,那時的我們還是前后座,于是,我們就在抄與被抄間建立了友誼——我單槍匹馬的闖入了你的世界,你驚艷了我的生活。

It was probably the fifth grade of primary school. We began to have weekly tests. Your scores were not very good, but my scores improved a little. At that time, we were still in front and back seats, so we established a friendship between copying and being copied. I broke into your world alone, and you amazed my life.

二。

II.

本以為,小學畢業后,我們之間不會再有交集

I thought there would be no intersection between us after primary school

可是,我卻在初一軍訓結束時,看到了你,可以說很高興吧,不過那種高興與慶幸能和你繼續加深友誼無關。

However, I was very happy to see you at the end of the military training in the first day of the junior high school. However, that kind of happiness has nothing to do with being lucky to continue to deepen your friendship.

也許,應該感謝那場考試,我發揮失常了,分到了你的那個考場,而后,我們順理成章地越走越近。

Maybe I should be grateful for that exam. I didn't play well and was assigned to your exam room. Then we naturally got closer and closer.

三。

III.

后來,到了初三。

III.我們已經疏離成為陌生人,也許是習慣了你的存在,我變得不再那么快樂,每天都很累。有太多的事要忙。不過,忙里偷閑,我規劃的未來里要是你的足跡。

可是,即便這樣,我也沒想過與你和好——畢竟失去了,再找回來又有什么意義?

However, even so, I never thought of making up with you - after all, what's the point of finding it again after losing it?

四。

IV.

我敢肯定,如果沒有后來的相遇,我們之間不會變得這么尷尬。如果沒有后來的相處,你在我的印象里永遠是相遇時的單純美好。如果沒有后來你父母的參與,我不會放手的那么絕情。

I'm sure if we hadn't met later, we wouldn't have been so embarrassed. If there is no later to get along with, you will always be the simple beauty when you meet in my impression. If it had not been for your parents' participation, I would not have let go.

可是生活沒有如果,你我的故事最后變做了沒有道別的離別。

But life has no ifs, and your and my stories have finally become parting without saying goodbye.

五。

V.

徐鶴書,今天是六一。

I.十年前的六一我們相遇,十年后的今天,我想寫一些東西作為我們友誼最后的結局。

不過怎樣,都謝謝你的陪伴,謝謝你陪我走過的青春,謝謝你用這樣的方式讓我長大。

However, thank you for your company, thank you for the youth you have accompanied me through, and thank you for growing up in this way.

時間煮雨作文 篇2

燈火寂靜的時候,我仭在電腦前靜靜的換算著輪回的縫隙,時間從指尖一點一滴的溜走!待從頭尋覓,卻又了無蹤影!

When the lights are silent, I quietly convert the gap of reincarnation in front of the computer, and time slips away from my fingertips bit by bit! To be searched from the beginning, but no trace!

——題記

——Title

我用時間煮雨,看盡了炎涼,卻傷透了自己!渾渾噩噩的夢境,凌亂了雨季卻又錯過了花期!江湖的畫卷,我高高的掛在堂前,卻伶仃的擺弄著殘筆!落寞的看著時間的遺跡!茗茶總有風雅,香煙卻是失意的伴侶!明知不該去想,卻又陷入冰冷的絕望。

I used time to cook the rain. I saw all the heat, but I hurt myself! Muddleheaded dream, messy rainy season but missed the flowering period! The painting scroll of the Jianghu, I hang high in front of the hall, but I play with the remnant pen! Lonely looking at the ruins of time! Tea is always elegant, but cigarettes are frustrated partners! I knew I should not think about it, but I fell into cold despair.

也許是塵埃落定,埋葬過去,千言萬語,我用盡全身力氣,卻換來半生回憶!若不是救贖的心情,也不會露出迷惘眼睛。我翻山越嶺,隱瞞了真像,該明白的卻越見清晰。愛本來就是天時地利的迷信,在萬水千山人海中相遇的結局,是不是只存于夢里,現實的千言萬語只能無語!

Perhaps the dust settled, buried the past, thousands of words, I tried my best, but in exchange for half a lifetime of memories! If it is not for the mood of salvation, it will not show confused eyes. I went over mountains and mountains to hide the truth, but what I should know is clearer. Love is originally a superstition of right time and right place. Whether the outcome of meeting in the sea of thousands of rivers and mountains is only in dreams, and the words of reality can only be speechless!

本以為熬過了秋季,就可以充實荒涼戈壁,才發現原來自己在沙漠里隱居!用沉默代替過去,我一身風雨!冷得無法呼吸。

I thought I could enrich the desolate Gobi after surviving the autumn, but I found myself living in seclusion in the desert! Use silence to replace the past, I am covered with wind and rain! It was too cold to breathe.

錦華浮沉半閉,紅燭兀自對照殘陽里,奢華無比!若能挑亮微雨,香煙何苦燃燒自己!一抹顫火,獨自撥亂心緒!曉寒彌漫天邊,卻等來貂裘飛絮!異國不渡風雨,珠花無淚,只待沉箱中天華凋閉。

Jinhua's ups and downs are half closed, and the red candle is incomparably luxurious compared with the setting sun! If you can catch the light rain, why do cigarettes burn themselves! A touch of trembling fire can disturb your mind alone! Xiaohan fills the sky, but he is waiting for Diao Qiu to fly! A foreign country will not cross the wind and rain, and the pearl flowers will not cry, just wait for the sky in the caisson to wither and close.

奢華被浮云遮去,卻擋不住暗風凌凄。流年逝水,朘刻人生如戲!互道衷腸惋惜,驪山精璟韶華付之一炬!時間若能化成雨,粉碎往事已不用再提,縱有愛與恨都埋在心底!浣邊流水淅去,沽成一樹夢遺,時光太傷人意,故夢經雨,怡然依??!

Luxury is covered by floating clouds, but it cannot block the dark wind. The fleeting years pass by, and life is like a play! We sincerely regret that Lishan Jingshaohua was destroyed! If time can turn into rain, it is no longer necessary to mention the broken past, even if there is love and hate buried in the bottom of my heart! When the water dribbles along the Huanbian River, it becomes a dream tree. The time is too painful, so the dream passes through the rain and is happy and vague!

若能狠心忘記,何至于花落滿地!秋風悄無聲息,梨花夜雨散去。月明星稀,只照對燭殘里。秋葉靜在溝渠,只道夢的欣喜,今時古城默跡,封印成敗,卻一毫沒取。時光煮成雨,琴聲消褪,卻將滄桑譜成華麗!

If you can forget ruthlessly, how can flowers fall everywhere! The autumn wind is silent, and the pear flowers are scattered by the night rain. The moon is bright and the stars are rare. The autumn leaves are still in the ditch, only the joy of dreams. Today, the ancient city is silent. The seal of success or failure has not been taken. Time boiled into rain, the sound of the piano faded, but the vicissitudes of life were magnificently composed!

時間煮雨作文 篇3

風吹雨成花,時間追不上白馬,你年少掌心的夢話,依然緊握著嗎?云翻涌成夏,眼淚被歲月蒸發,這條路上的你我他,有誰迷路了嗎?

The wind blows and the rain turns into flowers. Time can't catch up with the white horse. Do you still hold on to the dream words in your young palm? The clouds turned into summer, and the tears were evaporated by the years. Did anyone get lost on this road?

——題記

——Title

時光在流逝,從不停歇。萬物在更新,我們在成長。歲月是那么的公平,不多給人一秒也不少給人一秒。每個人都會由時光的飛逝而經歷著人生最重要的過度,從幼稚到成熟,從沖動到沉著,從純真到心思縝密。轉眼間,一年的悠悠歲月已如同手中緊抓的沙子,無聲無息的流失。然而,砂子流失,可以再抓一把;花兒凋零,可以等到來年春天重展芳顏。那時間呢?

Time goes by and never stops. Everything is updating and we are growing. The years are so fair, no more than one second, no less than one second. Everyone will experience the most important transition of life from childish to mature, from impulsive to calm, from pure to careful. In a twinkling of an eye, the long years of the year have been like the sand in your hands, which is lost silently. However, if the sand is lost, we can catch it again; Flowers wither, you can wait until the next spring to show their fragrance again. What about the time?

過去

past times

面對過去

past times,我們站在回憶里。我們曾是草地上追逐打鬧的孩童,曾光著腳丫在草地上跑來跑去;曾在田野上撲過田雞;曾在夏夜細數滿天星辰;曾在草叢中追逐螢火。無憂無慮的歡笑,笑容充滿了糖果一樣斑斕的色彩,給了我們無數的幻想和憧憬。

現在

Now?

花季正值的我們在青春里張揚肆意的開放著。因為青春,我們激進。我們放任自己的膽大心細,在學習上你追我趕,互相拼搏。遇上不懂的,我們不恥下問,和學習成為朋友,與知識結伴而行。我們捧著激進的光彩,為將來的美好打下伏筆。在困難面前我們從不低頭,總是昂首前進,攜手困難,與打擊嘲笑相抗爭。用青春的自信在舞臺上綻放異彩。我們捧著青春自信的光芒,讓今后都如此。青春的容顏是最美的,是發自內心的美麗,是一種不會被挫折打敗的美,是一種將要脫離稚氣過渡到成熟的美,是活力四射的美,是恬靜純潔的美。我們捧著青春美麗的色彩,將這永不褪色的美麗保留,讓我們今后的人生也因青春的美麗而精彩。

The flowering season is just when we open up wantonly in our youth. Because of youth, we are radical. We allow ourselves to be bold and careful, and we catch up with each other in our studies. If we don't understand something, we are not ashamed to ask questions, become friends with learning, and go with knowledge. We are holding the radical brilliance to lay a foreshadowing for the future. In the face of difficulties, we never bow our heads, always keep our heads high, join hands with difficulties, and fight against ridicule. With youthful confidence, it blooms on the stage. We are holding the light of youth and self-confidence, so that the future will be the same. The appearance of youth is the most beautiful, it is the beauty from the heart, it is the beauty that will not be defeated by setbacks, it is the beauty that will break away from childishness to maturity, it is the beauty of vitality, and it is the beauty of tranquility and purity. We hold the beautiful color of youth, and retain the beauty that will never fade, so that our future life will be wonderful because of the beauty of youth.

未來

future

未來

future,是我們成功的期限。未來

future在我們手里,我們追逐、執著、堅持著。無數次,夢境里,灑脫了成功的喜悅和淚水;無數次,幻想過,擁抱著成功后的鮮花和掌聲;無數次,我們期待著,執著追求,堅持的最后,我們成功了。然后靜靜回首,成功的開始,奮斗的過程,最后的美好。正如孫中山先生所說,我們應該堅持,我們一切都是未知的,因為未知,所以一切皆有可能,不因困難而退卻,不因未知而恐懼,不因失敗而灰心,不放棄,終會迎來屬于我們的未來

future和成功。

過去

past times就像是一本翻不厭的書,讓人禁不住的回味再回味。

現在

Now?就像是一本寫滿計劃和行動的筆記,讓人不斷檢查,完成,再向前。

未來

future就像一頁白紙,等待著許多,最后畫下一張燦爛的畫……

過去

past times,現在

Now?,未來

future,我們在路上……

時間煮雨作文 篇4

雨,淅淅瀝瀝地飄曳著,蕩滌這個城市的塵埃,也浸潤著我的記憶。透過紛飛的雨幕,我仿佛看到了時間的碎片,依稀如昨……

The rain, flickering in the air, cleans up the dust in this city, and also infiltrates my memory. Through the flying rain curtain, I seem to see the fragments of time, vaguely like yesterday

媽媽說,我就在一個雨夜誕生,于是,我對雨便有了更親近的情感。每逢下雨,我總喜歡撐一把傘,走進雨幕,聽雨,賞雨。時間會在那一刻靜止,透過雨絲,我仿佛會看到母親親吻襁褓中的我的樣子。那點點細雨輕打花傘,又好像是母親輕柔的撫慰。刷刷刷,細雨悠悠,是母親輕唱的搖籃曲吧。

Mother said, I was born on a rainy night, so I have a closer feeling for rain. Whenever it rains, I always like to hold an umbrella, walk into the rain curtain, listen to the rain and enjoy the rain. Time will be still at that moment. Through the rain, I seem to see my mother kissing me in swaddling clothes. The little drizzle gently hit the umbrellas, as if it were the mother's gentle comfort. Brushing, the gentle rain is the lullaby that my mother sings.

“大雨請你別抹去我們在一起的痕跡……”有時,站在飄動的雨絲中,我會有一種錯覺,那隨風而至的雨絲,是你向我奔來的腳步。多少個晴日,我們在球場上大汗淋漓;多少個雨天,我們在放學的十字路口揮手再見。而此時此刻,你在另一個中學讀書,那些幸??鞓返臅r光,終于變成了回憶。于是,我喜歡在細雨霏霏的此刻,想起那綴滿我們友誼的小路口。細雨如絲,友誼長存。

"The heavy rain please don't erase the trace of our being together..." Sometimes, standing in the floating rain, I will have an illusion that the rain that comes with the wind is your footsteps running towards me. How many sunny days, we sweat on the court; How many rainy days, we waved goodbye at the intersection of school. At this moment, when you are studying in another middle school, those happy times finally become memories. So, I like to think of the small intersection that is full of our friendship at the moment when the rain is falling. If the rain drizzles, friendship will last forever.

我站在細雨中,聽雨。那夾雜著童年快樂的遠去的雨聲,淅淅瀝瀝?;赝麃頃r的足跡,我依稀看到老師在課堂上認真上課的身影,那一個揮手,一個蹙眉,一個微笑,在雨中的此刻,愈加清晰起來。多少個日日夜夜,夢回啟蒙的母校,多少個日日夜夜,重溫老師那親切的話語與教導。細雨纏綿,我在細雨中沉醉。

I stood in the drizzle, listening to the rain. That mixed with the happy childhood of the distant rain, patter. Looking back at the footprints when I came, I vaguely saw the figure of the teacher in the class. The one waving, the other frowning, and the other smiling became clearer in the rain. How many days and nights, dreaming of the enlightenment alma mater, how many days and nights, review the teacher's kind words and teachings. The drizzle is lingering, and I am intoxicated in the drizzle.

趟過一個個小水洼,我清晰地看到了那水洼中的自己:調皮的、可愛的、耍帥的、生氣的……時間的雨幕拉長,像一幕電影,定格在此刻。我徘徊在飛動的霡霂中,尋覓若隱若現的記憶,又將那純真的記憶雕刻成光盤,伴著雨絲,回放在人生的長路上。

Walking through the small water puddles, I clearly saw myself in the puddles: naughty, lovely, handsome, angry... The rain curtain of time stretched, like a film, fixed at this moment. I wander in the flying water, looking for the indistinct memory, and then carve the pure memory into a CD, playing back in the long road of life with the rain.

時間煮雨作文 篇5

時間煮雨,言笑嫣嫣的回憶總能讓人莫名的懷念、惆悵……也許,時光里的低眸,年華里的末梢,叫離別。

Time boiled rain, and Yan Yan's memories always made people miss and feel sad inexplicably... Perhaps, the low eyes in time and the end of time are called parting.

絲絲縷縷的余暉透過疏淡的青葉瀉灑在斑駁的墻壁上,夜幕正慢慢侵蝕著如血的殘陽。沿著河邊的小路,回憶往事,好似一把色彩繽紛的雨傘,過往的一幀幀畫面在記憶里交織。路旁的曠野,青草沃油,灼艷的紫云英花開漫野。往事逝散如煙,舊夢依然繚繞。童年的生活給我留下了一頁難忘的記憶……

The wisps of afterglow poured on the mottled walls through the sparse green leaves, and the night was slowly eroding the blood like setting sun. Along the path by the river, memories of the past are like colorful umbrellas. The past frames are interwoven in memory. The roadside wilderness is full of green grass and bright purple cloudwort flowers. The past is scattered like smoke, and the old dreams are still lingering. My childhood left me an unforgettable memory

去年夏季的一天,我經歷了人生中第一次獨自生活的體驗機會——夏令營。起初我與同學們在一起玩耍,玩的那叫開心,后來在做游戲的環節中,我與同學發生了分歧,由于平時在班級趾高氣昂慣了,自己不顧同學的感受一意孤行,致使游戲無法繼續進行。在整個過程中都是我一個人與同學對立著,我被同學們孤立了,只好悄悄地走出人群,默默地流淚。當時感覺既傷心又無助,傷心同學的不友好,無助的是第一次離開父母竟發生這樣的事情。正在我不知如何是好的時候,平日里相處較好的幾個同學坐到了我的身邊,給我擺事實講道理,我頓感懊悔,真不應該一時鬧脾氣,傷了同學之間的和氣。在這以后我明白了,如果生活中沒有朋友,就像生活中失去了陽光,不以自己為中心,這樣生活會更加充滿陽光。

One day last summer, I experienced the first opportunity to live alone in my life - summer camp. At first, I played with my classmates, which was called happy. Later, in the process of playing games, I had a disagreement with my classmates. Because I was used to being high spirited in the class, I decided to go ahead regardless of my classmates' feelings, so the game could not continue. In the whole process, I stood in opposition to my classmates alone. I was isolated by my classmates, so I had to quietly walk out of the crowd and cry silently. At that time, I felt sad and helpless. I was sad that my classmates were unfriendly. What was helpless was that this happened when I left my parents for the first time. At a time when I didn't know what to do, several classmates who got along well in ordinary days sat beside me and gave me facts and reasons. I felt regretful. I really shouldn't be angry for a while, which hurt the harmony between classmates. After that, I learned that if there is no friend in life, it is like losing the sunshine in life and not taking oneself as the center, so life will be more full of sunshine.

再回首,我已經上六年級了,與同學分別在即,我在茫茫悲嘆中卻多了幾份博雅和歷練,少了幾份天真的稚氣。風輕云淡,楊柳依依。我喜歡放慢自己的步伐,隨著游弋的風兒回想當年被微風拂亂的發絲和衣角,心悅綿綿。世界大了心就澎湃了,太多的事都已不堪回首,望著他們遠去的背影,不舍,悲傷灑滿心口,這大千世界就好似這風雨中的,那樣堅強……無論今后我將在何方,我將永遠珍藏與同學在一起的幸福時光。

Looking back, I was in the sixth grade, and I was about to depart from my classmates. In the vast expletions, I had more liberal and experience, but less naive. The wind is light and the clouds are clear. I like to slow down my pace. With the wind of cruising, I am happy to recall the hair and clothes that were disturbed by the breeze. When the world is big, its heart surges. Too many things have been unbearable to look back. Looking at their faraway backs, they are reluctant to give up and full of sadness. The world is like a strong place in the wind and rain... No matter where I will be in the future, I will always treasure the happy time with my classmates.

那天,我站在窗邊,望著他們遠去的背影。我沖下樓去,與他們一同去放那只風箏,我們手牽著手望著它慢慢升上蔚藍的天空,我們笑了。我們的人生就好似那只風箏的旅程,充滿風雨,充滿歡樂……

That day, I stood by the window, looking at their distant back. I rushed downstairs to fly the kite with them. We held hands and watched it slowly rise into the blue sky. We smiled. Our life is like the journey of the kite, full of wind and rain, full of joy

時間過得如此匆忙,我們美好的童年充滿了歡聲笑語,這段美好的生活讓我感悟到了時間的寶貴,使我倍加珍惜……

Time passed in such a hurry. Our beautiful childhood was full of laughter and laughter. This beautiful life made me realize the value of time, which made me cherish it

時間煮雨作文 篇6

天真歲月不忍欺,青春荒唐我不負你?!}記

Innocent years can not bear to bully, youth absurd I do not owe you—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

流水歲月匆匆過,帶走了生命中的落葉,帶走了游過的魚蟹,留下了扎根生長的你。

The years of flowing water rush by, taking away the fallen leaves in life, taking away the fish and crabs that swim, leaving you rooted and growing.

風吹雨成花,又吹白我們的頭發,隨風逝去的是青春,是回憶,還是銹跡斑斑的過去?

The wind blows and the rain turns into flowers and turns our hair white. What passes away with the wind is youth, memories or rusty past?

青絲留下誓言,童聲諾諾,小手牽著彼此,說好一起闖天下,現在是夢里的夢花,曾經以為手拉手能成舟,度過悲傷河流,舟碎槳斷夢也醒,誓言連天,抵不過大雨連綿。

Qingsi left her vow. She held each other's hands and promised to go out together. Now she is the dream flower in her dream. She once thought that hand in hand could make a boat and pass through the sad river. She woke up even when the boat was broken and the oars were broken. The vow ran through the sky, but it could not withstand the heavy rain.

平靜安詳的小溪,迎來了第一場暴雨,隨風刮來的落葉,緊緊纏著石頭,受到驚嚇的小魚也躲進了石頭縫,一種從沒有過的存在緊緊包裹著石頭,于是自己扛下狂風暴雨的蹂躪,風雨過后的平靜,一切都是那么寧靜,小魚探出了頭,落葉也要隨水而出,一切都回歸平靜,小魚說過一起去闖天下,落葉說永遠不分離,但現在只剩下了自己。

The calm and serene brook ushered in the first rainstorm. The fallen leaves that blew with the wind tightly wrapped around the stone. The frightened fish also hid in the crack of the stone. A kind of unprecedented existence tightly wrapped the stone. So he carried the ravages of the storm. The calm after the storm was so quiet. The fish stuck out his head, and the fallen leaves would also come out with the water. Everything returned to calm. The fish said to go to the world together, The fallen leaves said that they would never be separated, but now they are alone.

當初約好的不分離,要一直一直在一起,時光逝去,童言無忌,你們又在哪里,大雪湮沒了過去,丟失了最真的自己,時間漫漫,那座迷宮中迷失了自己,依稀只記得,要與時間為敵,要與全世界背離。

The original agreement is not to separate, but to stay together all the time. Time has passed, and there are no taboos. Where are you? The snow has obliterated the past, and you lost your true self. The time is long, and you lost yourself in the maze. You only vaguely remember that you should be enemies of time and depart from the world.

冬天的一場大雪,湮沒了世界,一切都是白色的,抹去了落葉存在的痕跡。

A heavy snow in winter obliterated the world, and everything was white, erasing the traces of fallen leaves.

今夕何夕,又是一年春風起,一粒種子生根,青草離離。

What day is it? Another year, when the spring breeze blows, a seed takes root and the grass leaves.

時間煮雨,萬物都會逝去,只是,天真荒唐我不愿負你,只是,殘缺的故事丟失了結局,再也無法下筆。

When time boils down, everything will pass away. However, I don't want to blame you for the naivety and absurdity. However, the incomplete story has lost its ending and can no longer write.

時間煮雨作文 篇7

風吹雨成花,時間追不上白馬。

The wind blows and the rain becomes flowers. Time can't catch up with white horses.

年年歲歲,周而復始。他們也曾擁有過最真的年華,最美的歲月,他們也曾擁有烏黑的秀發,細嫩的皮膚??墒怯幸惶?,他們有了愛情的結晶,便操碎了心。日復一日,他們開始每天按時做飯,調配營養餐。日復一日,他們天不亮就爬起床精心地沖牛奶。于是,時間加快了侵略的腳步,他們白了頭發,老了容顏,彎了脊背,添了皺紋。我們該珍惜了吧,珍惜每早醒來的一杯熱牛奶,珍惜餐桌的美味佳肴,珍惜深夜苦讀時的縷縷茶香,珍惜有他們陪伴的每一天。

Year after year, it starts again and again. They also had the most real years, the most beautiful years, they also had dark hair, delicate skin. But one day, when they had the crystal of love, they broke their hearts. Day after day, they began to cook and prepare nutritious meals on time every day. Day after day, they got up before dawn and washed milk carefully. As a result, time accelerated the pace of aggression. They had white hair, old faces, bent backs and added wrinkles. We should cherish it. We should cherish a cup of hot milk when we wake up every morning, the delicious food on the table, the fragrance of tea when we study hard at night, and every day with them.

云翻涌成夏,眼淚被歲月蒸發。

Clouds turn into summer, and tears are evaporated by the years.

每天,騎著一輛橘色單車,捧著一大杯藍莓奶茶?;蚴且粋€人走路,無拘無束地邁步。有時偶爾矯情地看著天空,望著棉花糖似的白云發呆。會為了一道英語題和同桌爭得面紅耳赤。也會一個人苦著臉昨晚一整套的數學題。會因為攻破了一道難題而開懷大笑,會因為一次考試失利而賭氣學到深夜。會和別人競爭比賽而整夜整夜地埋頭題海。我們該珍惜了吧,時間在悄然溜走,我們該珍惜正盛的青春了吧,該學會珍惜青春年華立下的永不言棄的誓言了吧,該珍惜還能放蕩不羈拼搏奮斗的時光了吧。

Every day, I ride an orange bike and hold a large cup of blueberry milk tea. Or walk alone and walk freely. Sometimes I sometimes look at the sky with affectation, staring at the white clouds like cotton candy. I will fight with my deskmates for an English question. I will also face a whole set of math problems last night. They will laugh because they have overcome a difficult problem, and they will study late at night because they failed in an exam. He will compete with others and immerse himself in the sea of questions all night long. We should cherish it. Time is slipping away quietly. We should cherish the flourishing youth. It is time to learn to cherish the never give up vows made in the youth years. It is time to cherish the time when we can still fight and struggle freely.

風吹亮雪花,吹白我們的頭發。

The wind brightens the snowflakes and whitens our hair.

叮鈴鈴,電話響了?!拔?,誰呀?”“是我,子萱。天氣預報說明天會下雨,記得帶雨傘,多穿些衣服?!薄班?,知道了?!彪m然早已知道了這個消息,卻還是很感激,感謝朋友用長長的電話線送來久違的溫暖。朋友是什么?是可以在你生病時噓寒問暖,在難過時把肩膀借你依靠,是開心時一起肆無忌憚地傻笑,是一直陪你走過那段漆黑的長路不曾放手的人。該珍惜這來之不易的友誼了吧。珍惜有朋友陪伴的每一個風霜雨雪。珍惜陪你輝煌陪你落魄的朋友,珍惜每天數落你丟三落四的缺點卻細心地幫你撿起掉落的鋼筆的朋友,珍惜每天吵吵鬧鬧磕磕絆絆卻不棄不離的朋友。

Jingle, the phone rings. "Hey, who is it?" "It's me, Zixuan. The weather forecast says it will rain tomorrow. Remember to take an umbrella and wear more clothes." "Well, I see." Although I have known this news for a long time, I am still grateful for the long telephone line that my friend used to send me the warmth I have not seen for a long time. What is a friend? You can ask for help when you are sick, lend your shoulder when you are sad, and giggle when you are happy. It's time to cherish this hard won friendship. Cherish every wind, frost, rain and snow accompanied by friends. Cherish the friends who accompany you brilliantly and accompany you down, those who criticize your shortcomings every day but carefully help you pick up the lost pen, and those who make noise every day but never leave.

今夕何夕,青草離離。明月夜送君千里,等來年秋風起。

The grass is far away. The moon will send you a thousand miles away at night, waiting for the coming autumn wind.

該學會珍惜了。

It's time to cherish.

時間會帶走很多,會帶走容顏,會帶走年華,會帶走倔強,會帶走很多很多。

Time will take away a lot, will take away face, will take away time, will take away stubborn, will take away a lot.

但唯一亙古不變的是情感。

But the only constant is emotion.

珍惜吧,不要留下什么遺憾。

Cherish it and leave no regrets.

時間很殘酷,它不會停下來等迷途知返的人。

Time is cruel, it will not stop and wait for people who get lost.

所以,珍惜時間,珍惜時光中沉淀下來的情感吧。不要為你的人生留下無法彌補無法挽回的遺憾!

So, cherish the time, cherish the emotion that has settled down in the time. Don't leave irreparable regret for your life!

時間煮雨作文 篇8

時間煮了哪塊煙雨,親愛的少女,我想,總有天該說再見?!}記

Which piece of smoke and rain did time cook? Dear girl, I think one day I should say goodbye—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

風溫柔地描繪著雨點,在人們的眼前勾勒出朵妖冶美麗的花,卻又轉瞬即逝,就像握于手中的沙般停留短暫,虛無縹緲。時間無法追逐童年時承載著歡聲笑語的白色木馬,無法追逐我們曾經錯過的美夢與青春。親愛的少女,你年少時存留于掌心的純真夢話,現在依然還 緊緊握著嗎?

The wind gently depicts the raindrops, which outline a beautiful and enchanting flower in front of people's eyes, but it is fleeting, just like the sand in the hand, which stays short and ethereal. Time can't chase the white trojan horse bearing laughter in childhood, and can't chase the dreams and youth we once missed. Dear girl, do you still hold the innocent dream words you left in your palm when you were young?

風輕輕地吹著雪花,吹亮了曾經的嬉鬧天真,應和著時光,吹白了及腰的長發。在這條荊棘遍布,看不到盡頭的陡路上趨步前行的你我她,有誰不知所措的迷路了嗎?

The wind gently blows the snowflakes, which brightens the once playful innocence. With the time, it blows white hair up to the waist. In this thorny, endless steep road, who are you, me or her who are lost at a loss?

親愛的少女,我們曾經在那個繁星遍布的秋夜許下諾言,說好不哭泣,說好不分離,要直直地在起,以繁星大地為證,握緊了彼此稚嫩的手。十指緊扣中,我們都感受到了相同的信心與勇氣:就算與時間為敵,就算與全世界背離,都要堅定著目光,相信終會守得云開見月明。不放棄是我們最真實的寫照。

Dear girl, we once made a promise in the starry autumn night that we would not cry, that we would not separate, and that we would stand up straight. Taking the starry earth as evidence, we held each other's tender hands. We have all felt the same confidence and courage in our tenfold grasp: even if we are enemies of time, even if we depart from the world, we should always keep our eyes firmly, and we believe that we will finally see the moon through the clouds. Not giving up is our most true portrayal.

云慢慢地翻涌著,晃眼成夏,在這個過程中,我們無力逆轉也無計可施。眼淚被歲月滴滴無情地蒸發,我們徒嘆時光流逝太快,義憤填膺地指責,可到最后,卻依舊低頭黯淡了雙眸。

The clouds rolled slowly and became summer. In this process, we were unable to reverse or do anything. Tears were mercilessly evaporated by the years. We only sighed that the time passed too quickly and blamed with righteous indignation, but in the end, we still lowered our heads and darkened our eyes.

那年春夏,我們靜看繁花綻放又凋零,同想起黛玉的葬花吟:“花謝花飛花滿天,紅消香斷有誰憐”心中布滿了悵然。緊握在起的手變為了小舟,靜靜地劃過條名為悲傷的河流。

In the spring and summer of that year, when we watched the flowers bloom and wither, we thought of Daiyu's funeral chant: "Flowers fade and fly all over the sky. Who will pity when the red flowers disappear?". The tightly held hand turned into a boat and rowed quietly across a river called Sadness.

親愛的少女,你曾說過我們永不分離,義無反顧,可我現在卻想問問你,當初,是否只是童言無忌?天真的歲月總是不存懷疑與欺騙,青春的荒唐我卻從未辜負。大雪我請求你別抹去,我們在起的痕跡……

Dear girl, you once said that we will never part, and we will never turn back. But now I want to ask you, was it just a childish saying? Innocent years are always free of doubt and deception, but I have never lived up to the absurdity of youth. I beg you not to erase the traces of our rising in the heavy snow

今夕何夕?青草離離,明月夜送君千里,等來年,秋風颯起!

lost track of time? The green grass leaves, and the moon sends you away thousands of miles in the night. The autumn wind is blowing in the coming year!

我親愛的少女,我想,是時候該說再見了!

My dear girl, I think it's time to say goodbye!

時間煮雨作文 篇9

“風吹雨成花,時間追不上白馬,你年少掌心的夢話,依然緊握著嗎……”時間依舊,人如故。只是當青春變成了舊照,我不得不問自己一句:時間都去哪里了?為何我想不起來了。雨水把新的泥土堆積,又疊成新的河岸,新的花兒依舊如往年那樣盛開在岸邊,可是時間卻一去不復返。時間都去哪里了?似乎在彈指一揮間改變了許多東西。今日之樹,看似翠綠蔥蘢,然而時間的風一吹,便滿樹枯黃,枯葉蝶一般地紛飛,在完成生命的最后一段舞蹈之后,翩然落地,輾轉成塵。

"The wind blows and the rain turns into flowers. Time can't catch up with the white horse. Do you still hold on to the dream words in your young palm..." Time is still the same and people are the same. But when youth becomes an old photo, I have to ask myself: Where has time gone? Why can't I remember. The rain piled up new soil and formed a new river bank. New flowers were still blooming on the bank as before, but time was gone forever. Where did the time go? It seems that many things have changed in a flick of the fingers. Today's trees seem verdant. However, the wind of time turns the trees yellow, and the dead leaves fly like butterflies. After finishing the last dance of life, they fall to the ground and turn into dust.

今日之花,看似嬌艷欲滴,然而時間的手一揮,也改變不了枯萎的命運,只能顫抖著落地,雖是不甘卻又無可奈何。今日之人,看似英姿勃發,但是時間地刀一劃,也就只剩下滿頭白發和滿臉鄒紋,時間在他們臉上無情地印上歲月的痕跡,淋漓盡致地訴說著時間地殘酷。時間都去哪兒了?我想時間便在那花開花落的惆悵之中悄然逝去?!伴T前老樹長新芽,院里枯木又開花,半生存了好多話,藏進了滿頭白發……”時間就如針尖的一滴水滴落在大海里,沒有聲音,也沒有影子……我也不是當初那個天真爛漫的女孩,童年早已被淹沒在時間的流光里,而青春也被遺落在蒼茫的浪潮中。我們習慣把時間藏進相機里,把時間定格在記憶里,我們常常翻開那些泛黃的相片和那些未寄出的信件,然后看著依稀稚嫩純真的笑臉,我們思緒萬千,我們感慨著,如心潮的涌動,在那粼粼的水面,泛起了層層的漣漪,微風起,輕輕蕩漾著的小船,帶著今昔駛向過去。時間,總是一去不復返,在你不經意間,從你的指尖滑落,也許你還來不及觸摸,轉身間便溜走了些許年華。你來不及感嘆,來不及留戀,只能跟隨著時間的腳步匆匆向前走。時間都去哪里了?時間留在了父親的滿頭白發上,父親用他挺拔的脊梁,無畏的扛起了一個家,卻終究抵不過時間的滄桑,慢慢彎下。時間留在母親刻滿皺紋的臉龐上,她把她的青春年華都給了我們。時光消磨了她的美麗,她的容顏,鐫刻成了日月的永恒。

Today's flower looks beautiful, but a wave of time can not change the fate of withering. It can only fall to the ground trembling, unwilling but helpless. Today's people seem to be vigorous, but with a stroke of time, they only have white hair and Zou lines on their faces. Time has mercilessly printed the traces of time on their faces and vividly told the cruelty of time. Where did the time go? I think time will quietly pass away in the melancholy of blooming and falling flowers. "The old trees in front of the door are sprouting, the dead trees in the yard are blooming again, and many words have been saved in the half of my life, and I have hidden them in my white hair..." Time is like a drop of water from the tip of a needle dropping into the sea, without sound or shadow... I am not the naive girl at the beginning, and my childhood has been submerged in the light of time, and my youth has been lost in the boundless tide. We are used to hiding time in the camera and keeping it in memory. We often turn over those yellowing photos and those unsolicited letters, and then look at the vaguely childish and innocent smiling faces. We have a myriad of thoughts and feelings, such as the surging of our hearts. In the sparkling water, layers of ripples have been formed, the breeze has risen, and the gently rippling boat is sailing to the past with the present and the past. Time, always gone forever, slipped from your fingertips inadvertently. Maybe you had no time to touch it, and then slipped away a little time when you turned around. You have no time to sigh, no time to linger, and can only hurry forward with the pace of time. Where did the time go? Time stayed in my father's white hair. My father bravely shouldered a family with his straight back, but he could not withstand the vicissitudes of time and slowly bent down. Time stayed on my mother's wrinkled face, and she gave us all her youth. Time wears away her beauty, and her face is carved into the eternity of the sun and the moon.

滿額的皺紋刻出歲月滄桑的經歷。但她依然用她手中的線納鞋底編織著愛的縝密。時光如水總是無言,你若安好便是晴天。這便是父母的時間,他們用他們的時間為孩子遮風擋雨。時間都去哪里了?時間從我的指尖悄悄溜走了。也許現在有些人還在竊喜她還擁有大好的青春年華,但是我想說青春真的很單薄,就像是天空中漂浮著的蒲公英,風一吹,就散了。時間就是這樣一刻也不等人。不知不覺間我已大學,高中的生活還歷歷在目,看著老師課堂精彩講義的留念,大家共同考試交流譜寫的明天,一處處精彩的片段在我的眼前不停的還原,含著笑容帶著眼淚默默的舉著回憶??墒墙K究已成往事,我能做的就只能在時間地浪潮中磕磕絆絆的留下模糊的身影和深深淺淺的印記。

The full amount of wrinkles engraved the vicissitudes of life. But she still weaves her love meticulously with the thread in her hand. Time is always silent like water. If you are safe, it will be sunny. This is the time of parents, who use their time to shelter their children. Where did the time go? Time slipped away from my fingertips. Maybe some people are still secretly happy that she still has a good time of youth, but I want to say that youth is really thin, just like a dandelion floating in the sky, and it will disperse when the wind blows. Time does not wait for a moment like this. Before I knew it, I was in college, and my life in high school was still vivid in my mind. Looking at the wonderful lecture notes of the teacher's class and the tomorrow of everyone's joint examination, exchange and composition, I kept restoring wonderful fragments in front of me, holding the memory silently with a smile and tears. But after all, it has become a thing of the past. What I can do is to leave a vague figure and deep and shallow marks in the tide of time.

也許多年之后我還能想起曾經一起走過的校園,還能想起當夕陽落下后我們曾經暗戀過的少年,還能記得當時逃避課堂后那段被老師遺忘過的歲月。歲月流去無痕,年華卻擲地有聲,不得不承認時光真的太殘忍,曾經淚濕的過往也只是歲月年輪上的淡淡刻痕。雨水能洗去煙塵,卻不能幫人們將舊照還原。雨打落的花瓣落入泥土,我們無力挽回,但是我們可以往前走也許前方花開似錦,逝去的我們來不及珍惜,那么就讓我們珍惜眼前。不要等到歲月只剩下遙遠的回憶。然后帶著微涼的淚意與悔恨同凋零。

Maybe many years later, I can still remember the campus we once walked together, the youth we once loved secretly after the sunset, and the years that were forgotten by teachers after escaping from the classroom. The years have passed without any trace, but the time has a strong voice. I have to admit that time is really cruel, and the past that was once wet with tears is just a faint scratch on the annual ring of years. Rain can wash away smoke and dust, but it can't help people restore old photos. The petals falling from the rain fall into the soil, and we can't help it, but we can move forward. Maybe the flowers are blossoming in front of us, and we can't cherish the past, so let's cherish the present. Don't wait for the years to leave only distant memories. And then withered with a hint of tears and regret.

時間煮雨 篇10

請光陰穿針,歲月引線,裁下那帛你我一起走過的回憶,繡幾朵紙菊,祭奠如歌的匆匆那年。

Please thread the needle and lead the time, cut down the memories of your and my journey together, embroider some paper chrysanthemums, and hold a memorial ceremony in a hurry that year.

“風吹雨成花,時間追不上白馬,你年少掌心的夢話,依然緊握著嗎?”

"The wind blows and the rain turns into flowers. Time can't catch up with the white horse. Do you still hold on to the dream words in your young palm?"

春綠初蔭然,艷紅尚未起。那時你我年少,不知愁字何解?于是我們愛上了風,愛上了云,愛上了雪,愛上了月。你笑靨如花,映襯微風細雨,點綴春光明媚。你眉目生暖,靈動溫存,如霏霏煙雨,浸潤我薄涼的歲月。

The spring is green in the early shade, and the bright red has not yet risen. At that time, you and I were young, and I didn't know what to say? So we fell in love with wind, cloud, snow and moon. Your smile is like a flower, reflecting the breeze and rain, embellishing the spring sunshine. Your eyes and eyebrows are warm, flexible and warm, like the rain, soaking in my cool years.

用寬容撫平我的張揚,用沉穩理順我的浮躁,用明朗沖淡我的悲傷。有時你也會張揚,也會浮躁,也會悲傷,我也會給你引導。因為相知,所以無怨,因為友情,所以相伴成長。

Use tolerance to smooth my publicity, use calm to straighten out my impetuosity, and use clarity to dilute my sadness. Sometimes you will also make public, will also be impetuous, will also be sad, I will also give you guidance. Because we know each other, we have no complaints. Because of friendship, we grow together.

你佯裝文藝,吟一句:“悄悄是別離的笙簫,夏蟲也為我沉默,沉默是今晚的康橋?!蹦菚r,我們還未曾感受過別離的悲涼,只是年少不知愁滋味。

You pretend to be an artist and recite a sentence: "Silence is the farewell flute, Xia Chong is silent for me, and silence is Cambridge tonight." At that time, we had never felt the sadness of parting, but we didn't know how to feel when we were young.

“云翻涌成夏,眼淚被歲月蒸發,這條路上的你我他,有誰迷路了嗎?”林花謝了春紅,太匆匆。時間淺吟低唱,昔日幼稚慢慢褪去,歲月凌亂風雨,被雨打濕的回憶,氤氳著幾分青澀、幾許感動。

"The clouds turned into summer, and the tears were evaporated by the years. Did anyone get lost on this road?" The flowers in the forest thank the spring red, which is too hasty. Time is singing in a low voice, and the childishness of the past is slowly fading. The memory of being wet by the rain is filled with something green and touching.

你一句“我達達的馬蹄是個美麗的錯誤,我不是歸人,是個過客?!睅追宙偠?,幾分從容,我只在心中默默為你祝福,愿你歲月靜好。朋友,這一路有我相伴,你也許會少些孤單。

You said, "My Dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake. I am not a returnee, but a passer-by." A little calm, a little calm, I only silently bless you in my heart, I wish you a peaceful life. My friend, you may be less lonely with me along the way.

“我們說好不分離,要一直一直在一起,天真歲月不忍欺,青春荒唐我不負你?!憋L聲吹散了花香,落霞氤氳了秋水,往日的一幕一幕,如斷了脈絡的紅葉,迷失在那枯敗的季節。

"We agreed not to separate, but to stay together all the time. I can't bear to be bullied by the innocent years, and I will not blame you for the absurdity of youth." The wind blew away the fragrance of flowers, and the sunset clouds filled the autumn water. The scenes of the past, such as red leaves with broken veins, were lost in the withered season.

我們踏上了各自新的路程,苦澀的吟唱:“長亭外,古道邊,芳草碧連天……”時間煮雨,繁花似夢,你笑靨仍在,我卻滿心落寞空守無伴。

We embarked on our own new journey and sang bitterly: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green..." Time boiled rain, flowers were like dreams, your smile was still there, but I was lonely and alone.

我們一起相伴走過的腳印,它們是那個孤獨而又固執地梗在時光里,成為今日最值得歡笑和流淚的箴言。我低低道一句:“隔一程山水,你是我回不去的遠方……”

The footprints we walked through together are the lonely and stubborn ones stuck in time and become the maxim worth laughing and crying today. I whispered: "You are the distance I can't go back after a distance of mountains and waters..."

“大雪求你別抹去,我們在一起的印跡?!?/p>

"Please don't erase the impression of us together."

大雪也無法抹去,我們在一起的印跡……

The heavy snow can't erase the impression that we are together

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