随笔作文50字
第1篇随笔作文50字
一簇红锦梦中绕， 一曲终了人尽亡。 妖娆已是往事散， 黄泉奈何情已殇。
第2篇随笔作文50字
宁因忠义身粉碎， 不为钱财苟存活。 满腔热血凌云志， 千载留名万世歌。
第3篇随笔作文50字
马蹄不抵浅草刺，踏花奔去放香丝。 走自大漠踩沙髭，踪迹无留惟鸣嘶。
第4篇随笔作文50字
Dear diary: Life...stress...desperation...pressure...why? I can not predict my feelings. For one moment i am totally delightful and the other depressed as if come right out of the blues. I feel like being torn apart, everything has it's edges, like myself. I am half side good and half side nasty. Like Hell is supposed to be seperated from Heaven, there's got to be some kind of borderline. Or where do girls like me go? Sometimes i just want to be bad, but there's this voice calling for me"Phoebe, you cant do this, you're good." But no one really knows me, not the whole of me. I'm not this Miss goody-goody people thought of me, I'm actully very wild and nasty. About 10 days until the new term starts. I dont know how much i can take, or how long i am going to take. I'm sick of acting like someone i am not. I hate pretending to be a goody goody. But life..is just a drama right? And we play parts in them, we pretend to be people we are acctrully not. If so, why do I feel so stressed? Too exhausted, prabably. Rest time, big-time. Maybe I'm supposed to act like a Miss goody-goody. We can't actully choose our parts. They are just decided, long long ago, like destiny. No one can change destiny, right? I guess i'll have to hide my nasty part, just save it, i might have to need it for my after life. For that life is not something you define, it's something you feel, with all your heart.
第5篇随笔作文50字
Mother's Day is tomorrow, and I want to say: "Dear mother, you at work, do housework and take care of me very hard, I am very grateful and I hope that you will never be happy, young and healthy!" Mom, Happy Mother's Day! Today, I give you with a crepe paper roses made, although not那朵flowers and flower shop in the same breath, however, than allow that flower to flower shops and more valuable, and her mother, sent you!
第6篇随笔作文50字
沾濡罗衫. 伫立山头. 遥望前川. 夕烟袅袅. 虚无缥缈. 试问矜君. 何不逍遥?