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压力一等奖作文

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发表时间:2020-06-30 11:32来源:灵笔作文网址:http://zw56789.com

压力是茫茫的大海,

而我是一艘迷航的轮船。

压力是浩渺的宇宙,

而我是一粒微小的尘埃。

压力是一片荒芜的土地,

而我是一位寻常的农夫。

当轮船重新扬帆起航时,

压力­——是激励船只前进的浪涛。

当尘埃开始集聚发酵时,

压力——是见证碎片成长的使者。

当农夫开始开垦荒地、种下希望时,

压力——是诱导生命勃发的土壤。

哪怕被风雨折断了帆,

轮船也没有停止前进的航程。

哪怕一次又一次被击碎,

尘埃也没有丢失飘浮的信心。

哪怕土地干涸皲裂,

农夫也没有放弃种植五彩的梦想。

风平浪静的海面上一艘破败的航船,

飘摇,而脆弱,

却依然挪动着,驶向不远的海湾。

布满点点星光的天地间,

一团杂乱的尘埃悬浮着,

它仍在等待进攻,向着那光明透亮的缺口。

长满幼苗的大地上伫立着一位苍老的农夫,

他在土地上耕作,翻遍土地的每一个角落。

轮船最终到达了成功的彼岸,

尘埃最终斩获了胜利的光芒,

农夫最终收获了希望的果实。

但是,人生还没有结束,

轮船将会短暂休憩,再次远航。

尘埃将会随风扬起,再次抗争。

农夫将会养精蓄锐,再次播种。

压力,从未消失,

它只是 “变装”而再次登场。

压力,从未暂停,

它只是“变速”而各方撒播。

此消彼长,你强我弱,

因为你的进步,它开始怯懦。

朋友们,任何时候都不能失去希望,

任何时候都不能失去勇气,

你所期望的诗和远方,

她在灯火阑珊处等你。


Pressure is the vast sea, and I am a lost ship. Pressure is a vast universe, and I am a tiny speck. Stress is a barren land, and I am an ordinary farmer. When the ship sails again, the pressure is like a wave that propels the ship forward. As the dust begins to gather and ferment, pressure becomes a witness to the growth of the fragments. As the farmers begin to reclaim the land and plant their hopes, pressure becomes a fertile ground for life to flourish. Even though the wind and rain broke the sail, the ship did not stop the journey forward. Even if again and again broken, the dust has not lost the confidence of floating. Even though the land was dry and cracked, the farmer did not give up his dream of planting colorful plants. The calm sea on a broken ship, sway, and fragile, but still moving, heading for the near Gulf. A cloud of dust hung in the starlit sky and earth, still waiting to attack, toward the bright gap. On the land covered with seedlings stands an old farmer, who tills the land and turns over every corner of the land. The ship finally reached the other shore of success, the dust finally harvest the light of victory, the farmer finally harvest the fruits of hope. However, life is not over, the ship will be a short rest, again voyage. The dust will rise and fight again. The farmer will gather his strength and sow again. The pressure, never gone, it just "cross-dressing" and re-appearance. The pressure, never suspended, it just "shifts" while the parties sow. One way or another, you are strong and I am weak, because of your progress, it started cowardice. Friends, at no time can you lose hope, at no time can you lose courage, you hope for the poetry and the distance, she is waiting for you in the Around the Bend.


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