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篇1： 无形的墙心情随笔
无形的墙心情随笔
从家里到家门外仅隔一扇门，而过年这几天家里与家门外却像是隔了许许多多无形的墙。
过年了，家里自然是热闹非凡。活动也自然是满目琳琅，让人沉静在过年热闹的气氛中，忘乎所以。
而仅隔几十厘米的家门外，看到的是什么？除了街上挂着的`大红灯笼，与“欢庆春节”四个大字能让人感到过年了外，还有什么？是一个个紧闭大门的店面？是街上零星走着的几个人？是空旷的广场？凄冷的空气？还是什么？我不禁失落。门里门外仅仅相隔那么些距离而已。
思绪在延伸着：一个因种种原因在外流浪的游子，过年拥有不了家里的热闹，拥有不了亲人的团聚不得不让他感极，而悲者已，这也就罢了。走出家门，在肃静的可怕的街道上，听到家属房里别人欢快的笑声，爽朗的说话声；嗅到美味佳肴的诱人气味；感受到别人的亲情及欢乐的气氛，这是一件多么另人悲痛的事啊。而原因仅仅是因为这门里门外一道无形的墙。我们这些年的人情味就是被这门里门外给隔开了。
晚上，我做了一个梦。梦见人们用自己的关爱已经击破这无形的墙了。过年时，人们不再只把亲情、快乐的氛围藏在门里，而门里门外是一个整体了。特别是除夕那一天，街上更是热闹非凡，舞龙灯的、唱歌的、跳舞的、放烟花的、热闹非凡……
篇2：无形的墙
和丈夫堕入爱河那一刻，我们正坐在旧公寓的客厅里，眼前的白色长窗帘垂落在落地窗前。我们边聊天，边细呷着滚烫的黑咖啡。我们可以就一直这么坐着聊天——有时候可以聊到第二天太阳升起。当时我对他魂牵梦绕，如痴如醉，为自己能够找到一生的至爱而激动不已。结婚那天是我一生中最快乐的日子。
I first fell in love with husband when we would sit and talk in the living room of my old apartment in front of the (ceiling-to-floor) windows with the long, white curtains, drinking cups of scalding, black coffee. We would just sit and talk-sometimes until sunrise. I was so completely thrilled to have finally found that one special person and our wedding way was the happiest day of my life.
However, it was not long after our honeymoon when my husband climbed into the tomb called “the office” and wrapped his mind in a shroud of paperwork and buried himself in clients, and I said nothing for fear of turning into a nagging wife. It seemed as if overnight an invisible wall had been erected between us.
When our daughter, Desiree was born she quickly became the center of my world. I watched her grow from infant to toddler, and I no longer seemed to care that my husband was getting busier and spending less time at home. Somewhere between his work schedule and our home and young daughter, we were losing touch with each other. That invisible wall was now being cemented by the mortar of indifference.
Desiree went off to preschool and I returned to college to finish my degree, and I tried to find myself in the courses I took; I complained with all the other young women on campus about men who are insensitive. Sometimes late at night I cried and begged the whispering darkness to tell me who I really was, and my husband lay beside snoring like a hibernating bear unaware of my winter.
Then tragedy struck our lives, when my husband's younger brother was killed on September 11, , along with thousand of other innocent people. He made it out okay and spoke to his wife to say he was going back in to help those that were still trapped. He was identified only by the engraving on the inside of his wedding band.
Attending my brother's memorial service was an eye-opening experience for the both of us. For the first time, we saw our own marriage was almost like my in-laws. At the tragic death of the youngest son they could not reach out console one another. It seemed as if somewhere between the oldest son's first tooth and the youngest son's graduation they had lost each other. Their wedding day photograph of the young, happy, smiling couple on the mantle of their fireplace was almost mocking those two minds that no longer touched. They were living in such an invisible wall between them that the heaviest battering with the strongest artillery would not penetrate, when love dies it is not in a moment of angry battle or when fiery bodies lose their heat; it lies broken and panting and exhausted at the bottom of a wall it cannot penetrate.
Recently one night, my husband told of his fear of dying. Until then he had been afraid to expose his naked souls. I spoke of trying to find myself in the writings in my journal. It seemed as if each of us had been hiding our soul-searching from the other.
We are slowly working toward building a bridge—not a wall, so that when we reach out to each other, we do not find a barrier we cannot penetrate and recoil from the coldness of the stone or retreat from the stranger on the other side.
篇3：无形的墙
i first fell in love with husband when we would sit and talk in the living room of my old apartment in front of the (ceiling-to-floor) windows with the long, white curtains, drinking cups of scalding, black coffee. we would just sit and talk-sometimes until sunrise. i was so completely thrilled to have finally found that one special person and our wedding way was the happiest day of my life.
however, it was not long after our honeymoon when my husband climbed into the tomb called “the office” and wrapped his mind in a shroud of paperwork and buried himself in clients, and i said nothing for fear of turning into a nagging wife. it seemed as if overnight an invisible wall had been erected between us.when our daughter, desiree was born she quickly became the center of my world. i watched her grow from infant to toddler, and i no longer seemed to care that my husband was getting busier and spending less time at home. somewhere between his work schedule and our home and young daughter, we were losing touch with each other. that invisible wall was now being cemented by the mortar of indifference.
desiree went off to preschool and i returned to college to finish my degree, and i tried to find myself in the courses i took; i complained with all the other young women on campus about men who are insensitive. sometimes late at night i cried and begged the whispering darkness to tell me who i really was, and my husband lay beside snoring like a hibernating bear unaware of my winter.then tragedy struck our lives, when my husband's younger brother was killed on september 11, 2001, along with thousand of other innocent people. he made it out okay and spoke to his wife to say he was going back in to help those that were still trapped. he was identified only by the engraving on the inside of his wedding band.
attending my brother's memorial service was an eye-opening experience for the both of us. for the first time, we saw our own marriage was almost like my in-laws. at the tragic death of the youngest son they could not reach out console one another. it seemed as if somewhere between the oldest son's first tooth and the youngest son's graduation they had lost each other. their wedding day photograph of the young, happy, smiling couple on the mantle of their fireplace was almost mocking those two minds that no longer touched. they were living in such an invisible wall between them that the heaviest battering with the strongest artillery would not penetrate, when love dies it is not in a moment of angry battle or when fiery bodies lose their heat; it lies broken and panting and exhausted at the bottom of a wall it cannot penetrate.recently one night, my husband told of his fear of dying. until then he had been afraid to expose his naked souls. i spoke of trying to find myself in the writings in my journal. it seemed as if each of us had been hiding our soul-searching from the other.
we are slowly working toward building a bridge—not a wall, so that when we reach out to each other, we do not find a barrier we cannot penetrate and recoil from the coldness of the stone or retreat from the stranger on the other side.
篇4： 无形的墙作文
无形的墙作文
最近，我与爸爸之间隔了一堵无形的墙，因为我在和爸爸冷战。
事情是有起因的，我之所以埋怨爸爸，是因为爸爸在上周周末的时候食言了。原本爸爸说会早点下班回来，然后带我们去吃饭。
这天，我兴奋的拉着妈妈去找餐厅，因为平常里爸爸的工作很忙碌，少有与我们一起吃饭的时候。所以，当那天我听到爸爸说来一次家庭聚餐的时候，我无比的兴奋，也非常的期待。我与妈妈找好了餐厅，只有就只要等待着爸爸到来了。
可是，时间一点一点的溜走，爸爸的身影始终没有出现。到最后，爸爸只是给我们来了一个电话，因为事情没有忙完，所以来不了了。
这一次爸爸的食言让我感到很伤心，等到晚上回家后，也等到爸爸回家后，我对爸爸的态度无比的冷淡，再没有之前爸爸回家时的兴奋与热情。因为那一顿晚饭，也因为爸爸的食言，我与爸爸之前堆起了一堵无形的墙。这堵无形的墙，那是我对爸爸期待后的失望。
就这样一连过了好几天，每次爸爸下班后找话题接近我时，我都会一脸生气的走开。我心里还堵着一口气，并且自那天后，也并没有向我道过歉。这几天，妈妈一直在劝我，说我要理解爸爸的辛苦。我自然也是知道工作上的爸爸很辛苦，可是我还是无法释怀爸爸对家人的'承诺的不重视。
又一天晚上，爸爸突然对我说：“明晚我早点回家，我来下厨给你们做一顿丰盛的晚餐。”听到爸爸说的这话，我心里很惊喜，不过我又担心着爸爸会食言。
但爸爸并没有食言，晚上的时候回来的很早，并且手上提着很多的菜。爸爸一回家就进了厨房，然后忙活起来了呢。
我与爸爸之间的那堵无形的墙也就慢慢的消散了。
篇5：无形的折磨心情随笔
无形的折磨心情随笔
遇见云里雾里的魔力，真的是难以形容的说不不出难受，越来越感觉连精神上的陪伴都是一种奢侈，你真的不是人，是九天下凡折磨人。
原来不是只有我被这种魅力桎梏，而是还有我不知道的，和巧合知道的，为之着迷为之做诗……
我终于明白那种情绪的滋味了，也能感受为什么会患得患失，说白了，敌手防不胜防，但敌手其实都是差不多能力的，因为同样爱上一种品牌，只可惜不能成为朋友。
爱上这种灵魂，虽然物质成本很底，但精神上的成本代价太高，这是我同事说的话。他说一个女人，如果对男人只要物质合乎的要求，这很容易办到，可是偏偏要的是精神上的财富，喜欢吃醋的他，有时候觉得生不如死，都结婚好几年了，儿子都上幼儿园了，这小心眼的同事还是对他妻子不放心，他好像把妻子当成公文包里的秘密文件。
前段时间他们还打了一场冷战，原因是他疑神疑鬼想偷偷翻看妻子的手机，可惜被撞见，被狠狠地打了一巴掌，还好，他不敢还手，甚至低声下气认错，我说你这是何苦呢？
我跟他说，他是你的妻子，你儿子的妈妈，你是敌手面前的'大赢家，你还有什么不满足，你再这样疑神疑鬼，早晚会把妻子送给别人。你要做的是对妻子的信任，紧紧抓住她的心，情敌再多也攻不进来，这就是婚姻保卫战，爱情保卫战。
他听了笑笑地说，可能你也是一个危险人物，我说我才不稀罕，你就别再担心了，话说朋友欺不可欺，他说谢谢你这样说，但是如果真的爱上了，多年的朋友都会变成敌人，因为爱情这种东西就是魔鬼化身，不是人可以控制，他说的挺有道理。
对男人来说爱上有才华的灵魂，看上去很幸运，但实际上就是无形的折磨，所谓置身事外，谁都可以从容淡定，身在其中，谁还可以心平气和，如果是我，可能也会小心眼。但这是没办法的，谁让你爱上这种品牌，爱上了就得好好听话，不听话，失恋的是你，因为这种灵魂，都不会失恋，因为她们都很要强。
我邻居一个姐姐，都奔五了还像个活泼少女，现在是单身主义精英，是一个小有名气的作家，她说在她心里，男人是可有可无的，所以失恋的是他老公。我说这么多废话，只是为了一种无形的折磨。
篇6：无形的墙考研英语作文
无形的墙考研英语作文
i first fell in love with husband when we would sit and talk in the living room of my old apartment in front of the (ceiling-to-floor) windows with the long, white curtains, drinking cups of scalding, black coffee. we would just sit and talk-sometimes until sunrise. i was so completely thrilled to have finally found that one special person and our wedding way was the happiest day of my life.
however, it was not long after our honeymoon when my husband climbed into the tomb called “the office” and wrapped his mind in a shroud of paperwork and buried himself in clients, and i said nothing for fear of turning into a nagging wife. it seemed as if overnight an invisible wall had been erected between us.when our daughter, desiree was born she quickly became the center of my world. i watched her grow from infant to toddler, and i no longer seemed to care that my husband was getting busier and spending less time at home. somewhere between his work schedule and our home and young daughter, we were losing touch with each other. that invisible wall was now being cemented by the mortar of indifference.
desiree went off to preschool and i returned to college to finish my degree, and i tried to find myself in the courses i took; i complained with all the other young women on campus about men who are insensitive. sometimes late at night i cried and begged the whispering darkness to tell me who i really was, and my husband lay beside snoring like a hibernating bear unaware of my winter.then tragedy struck our lives, when my husbands younger brother was killed on september 11, , along with thousand of other innocent people. he made it out okay and spoke to his wife to say he was going back in to help those that were still trapped. he was identified only by the engraving on the inside of his wedding band.
attending my brothers memorial service was an eye-opening eperience for the both of us. for the first time, we saw our own marriage was almost like my in-laws. at the tragic death of the youngest son they could not reach out console one another. it seemed as if somewhere between the oldest sons first tooth and the youngest sons graduation they had lost each other. their wedding day photograph of the young, happy, smiling couple on the mantle of their fireplace was almost mocking those two minds that no longer touched. they were living in such an invisible wall between them that the heaviest battering with the strongest artillery would not penetrate, when love dies it is not in a moment of angry battle or when fiery bodies lose their heat; it lies broken and panting and ehausted at the bottom of a wall it cannot penetrate.recently one night, my husband told of his fear of dying. until then he had been afraid to epose his naked souls. i spoke of trying to find myself in the writings in my journal. it seemed as if each of us had been hiding our soul-searching from the other.
we are slowly working toward building a bridge―not a wall, so that when we reach out to each other, we do not find a barrier we cannot penetrate and recoil from the coldness of the stone or retreat from the stranger on the other side.
篇7：那道无形的墙作文700字
那道无形的墙作文700字
不知何时起，窗明几净的教室里发生了异样，几乎每张整洁的课桌上都被一条白线分隔，真有点儿像象棋里的楚河汉界。同学们管它叫“三八线”。自然，谁要是胳膊过那线半点，便公开地称为“王八”，叫你半个月下不了台，尤其是人高马大身强力壮的男子汉，不经意便犯了规，万分苦恼。
那道耀眼的“三八线”就像是一道无形的墙，折磨得我们动弹不得，否则，一旦碰上去便鸡蛋交公粮？？完蛋。每对同桌都被这道无形的墙隔离着。
天有不测风云，不幸的事在我身上出现了。那天，我正在抄老师布置的题目，恰逢老师出去有事儿，我一不小心，拿着笔的手翻过了那道墙。同桌立刻尖叫起来：“王八蛋！”可事态却不得好转，同学们闻声也叽哩咕噜地议论开了，连我的好友也在私下附和着轻声说：“男女授受不清！”而此时我心里也像打破了的五味瓶，酸甜苦辣咸样样俱全。我恼火极了，面对这众说纷纭的场面，不管三七二十一地站起来，大声喝道：“闭嘴！”没想到全班哄堂大笑，继之人声鼎沸。
我脸红得像熟透了的苹果，在一阵讥讽声中，我无可奈何地坐下了。喧闹声竟戛然而止，大家呆呆地望着我，我气愤地大吼：“看什么看！”说着，我将暴怒的'拳头狠狠地砸在了那堵墙的另一边。全班静极了，半晌无语。这时，门外脚步声大了，同学们忙扭头做作业，老师进来后欣慰地笑了。
一切又恢复了平静。
下课后，我将那道无形的墙拆了。傍晚放学后，同行的几个同学直夸我：“老哥，你可真厉害！”我也勉强一笑：“我们还是擦了‘三八线’吧！”
几天后，我惊喜地发现，在我的带头下，大家桌上的那道无形的墙消失得无影无踪，我感慨万分：“让它洗尽我们的不白之冤吧！”
篇8： 飞过那堵无形的墙作文
飞过那堵无形的墙作文
慢慢地，我们从一个拿着风车在沙滩上奔跑留下串串脚印的孩子变成了一个扬帆起航在海上乘风破浪的初中生。
突如而来的青春期让我们与父母间出现了一堵堵无坚不摧的墙，把我们与父母隔得越来越远。有一天，我兴高采烈的推开家门，踏着春风，飘飘忽忽的来到妈妈面前，兴奋地喊道“我回来啦！”随即准备向卧室奔去，妈妈忽然叫住我，用犀利的目光扫描我的.全身，最后停在了我手中的书上，我的心一颤，糟了，刚才怎么忘记把书放进书包里，这下真的完了！“那是什么，拿给我看看！”说罢一把从我手中夺走那本书，快速的翻阅着，最后，她拿着书向茶几上一摔，愤怒的吼道s“怪不得你最近成绩下降！这都是什么书啊！不好好学习，就看闲书能着了！”我立即辩解s“那是我向老师借的！”回答我的是一记清脆的耳光，“向老师借的，向老师借的你就有理了是不是！以后再看这些书，看我不把它烧掉！”我低下头，默默地流着眼泪，带着那本书，缓缓地走到卧室，我趴在床上，眼泪止不住的流下，窗外霎时乌云密布。雷声混着闪电与我的哭声显得异常凄冷，我在心里想着s“我要离开，离开这个讨厌的家……”当然，我还没有能力在外面闯荡，我现在只有努力学习，有朝一日，我会在属于我的世界里搏击长空！父母，是值得感恩的，但他们过度的束缚，让我感受到了无奈甚至厌恶，我有想过沟通，可是每次沟通换来的是父母的不理解与不支持，我想说s“能不能给我少一点的束缚，多一点的自由！”你们当初剪下我的翅膀，如今却要我飞翔。
我与父母之间的墙把我们隔得越来越远，越来越看不清父母，越来越脱离了依赖。我想飞！飞过那堵好似无形却有形的墙！
篇9：无形
无形
无形wú xíng[释义]①（名）不具备某种事物的形式、名义而有类似的`作用的。
②（名）无形中。～的枷锁套在他的脖子上。（作定语）
[构成] 偏正式：无（形[同音] 无行篇10：无形的人
有的人看见过许多不同的人，甚至是和自己面貌差不多的人。但有一个人，他（她）每天都跟在你的身边，而你却从未见过他（她)。那个人就是时间。
当你闲得无事干的时候，时间就会把你了生命悄悄带走。让你从一个少年（少女）变成一个老公公（老婆婆），当你在默默的努力时，时间不会辜负你的期望，他（她）会让你成为一个有学问的人。
我想对你们说：“各位同学、朋友们或是陌生的朋友们，请不要浪费你们的时间，好好学习，将来一定会有大成就。”
六年级:小小的空间
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最近，我与爸爸之间隔了一堵无形的墙，因为我在和爸爸冷战。
事情是有起因的，我之所以埋怨爸爸，是因为爸爸在上周周末的时候食言了。原本爸爸说会早点下班回来，然后带我们去吃饭。
这天，我兴奋的拉着妈妈去找餐厅，因为平常里爸爸的工作很忙碌，少有与我们一起吃饭的时候。所以，当那天我听到爸爸说来一次家庭聚餐的时候，我无比的兴奋，也非常的期待。我与妈妈找好了餐厅，只有就只要等待着爸爸到来了。
可是，时间一点一点的溜走，爸爸的身影始终没有出现。到最后，爸爸只是给我们来了一个电话，因为事情没有忙完，所以来不了了。
这一次爸爸的食言让我感到很伤心，等到晚上回家后，也等到爸爸回家后，我对爸爸的态度无比的冷淡，再没有之前爸爸回家时的兴奋与热情。因为那一顿晚饭，也因为爸爸的食言，我与爸爸之前堆起了一堵无形的墙。这堵无形的墙，那是我对爸爸期待后的失望。
就这样一连过了好几天，每次爸爸下班后找话题接近我时，我都会一脸生气的走开。我心里还堵着一口气，并且自那天后，也并没有向我道过歉。这几天，妈妈一直在劝我，说我要理解爸爸的辛苦。我自然也是知道工作上的爸爸很辛苦，可是我还是无法释怀爸爸对家人的承诺的不重视。
又一天晚上，爸爸突然对我说：“明晚我早点回家，我来下厨给你们做一顿丰盛的晚餐。”听到爸爸说的这话，我心里很惊喜，不过我又担心着爸爸会食言。
但爸爸并没有食言，晚上的时候回来的很早，并且手上提着很多的菜。爸爸一回家就进了厨房，然后忙活起来了呢。
我与爸爸之间的那堵无形的墙也就慢慢的消散了。
篇12：无形作文
每当我看到外面高兴地玩着的小朋友，我就感到十分委屈，爸爸妈妈像一把无形的大锁，锁住了我的自由。
有一个阳光明媚的星期二，楼下有许多小朋友在玩儿，本来我和好朋友王天航约好去打乒乓球儿，但因为作业很多，于是便比计划的时间晚了一点写完作业。在我匆匆忙忙穿好衣服。要下楼时，妈妈一双冷酷的大手阻止了我，我恼火了。大声问妈妈：“干什么？我要出去玩儿，为什么不让我玩儿？”而妈妈回答只有一个：“快考试了！在家好好复习”于是我便忿忿不平地回到自己仅有的一片天地里苦读。
其实我是能理解家长们望子成龙的心情。但是玩儿是人的天性也是我的权利，我所指的玩既不是猫在家里玩电脑游戏，也不是躲在家里看电视，我的玩是出去踢踢足球，打打蓝球，让体魄得以锻炼，疲劳的脑细胞得以恢复，而爸爸妈妈却阻止了我。让我失去了玩儿的权利。其实在一些游戏中是可以学到一些知识的。例如：利用太阳能和放大镜燃烧虫子时，我们明白了凸透镜的原理；在捉蜜蜂时，我们知道了蜜蜂巢的结构。这些游戏是多么有趣呀！
但是，学校老师，妈妈，爸爸好似一把大锁，把我们的自由全部都锁住了，老师留的像小山似的作业压得我们喘不过气。体育课可以增强我的体质；音乐课可以陶治我们的情操。而自从上了五年级，老师却把我们的课外课全都占用了。“十一×÷”占满我的脑海，惹人烦恼的“考分”永远压在我的心头，挥之不去，多么恐怖呀！
老师，请还给我们体育课，妈妈，爸爸请打开锁在童心上的大锁吧！还我们自由。
篇13：无形作文
无形，就是一种透明形状，没有什么特定的形状。你想让它变成什么它就是什么，爱，也是如此。不是理所当然的，静静的，爱，伏在我们身旁。――题记
自从父亲有了繁忙的工作，经常出差后，母亲便成了我心灵的窗户，我的依靠。长大后，我反而有些厌烦母亲的唠唠叨叨……
直到我的母亲中了风，导致了面瘫。这种病十分常见，就是眼睛、鼻子、嘴巴都比较斜。
我没有关心母亲的病情，一如既往的生活，只觉得过几天就好了。可是一天天过去了，母亲一直不在家。我开始担心起来，外婆告诉我母亲住院了，飞快的狂奔，我跑到母亲的病房：白色的床单，正在滴药物的输液袋，消毒水令人难闻的气味，还有……脸上扎着无数银针的母亲。
我倒吸一口凉气，怎么会？母亲不是说很普通的病吗？怎么会如此严重？母亲一定是想吓我，一定是在骗我吧……混乱的想法占据了我的头脑。
这样想着，我晶莹的泪珠像不断线的灵泉涌了出来。怎么可能在骗我，母亲为什么要骗我只是普通的病！
那密密麻麻的银针下是母亲惊恐的脸。“你怎么来了？不是说过没事的嘛！”母亲的话语是模模糊糊的，因为嘴巴斜了的缘故吧。
我没有回答母亲的问题，只是倒了杯水，在水中插了根吸管，端到母亲面前，咬着牙说：“妈，喝点水吧。”因为泪水还在流着，声音是颤抖的。母亲看了我一眼，喝下了水，什么也没有说。
出院后，母亲总是戴着口罩。睡觉时，总会把我房间里的窗帘拉上，母亲虽不说什么，但我知道，母亲是害怕我和她一样中风。
无形的爱，我对母亲的爱，母亲对我的爱，就算不说什么，我也知道母亲是怎样无形地爱着我的。
我长这么大，亏欠母亲的事情有许许多多，这辈子是还不完的，我想也许还有下辈子能还，只希望对母亲好一点。
我亲爱的母亲，我常年出门在外的父亲，你们对我的爱，是无形的爱。一直都在！
篇14：无形作文
山已是山的形状，水已是水的样子，万物的名字都已确定下来，不好再去修改，我似乎错过了许多重要的事情，比如父母给我取名字，比如看着我出生落地，可这一切，就这样悄无声息的走过。
十几年前，你曾诞生在一座小城，也许一睁眼，就能看到爸妈不失青春，却欢乐的笑容。真的很奇妙，你的一阵哭声惊艳了时光。刚开始，你好像只能发出一些令人捧腹大笑的叫声，后来慢慢依偎着父亲蹒跚学步，瞧！你那肉嘟嘟的小手渐渐松开了那双无比宽阔的手掌，现在的你，只想依靠着自己，去游荡。
现在的你似乎要丢下泥潭里的皮球，滑梯上的乐趣，家人无微不至的呵护，踏进校园的那一刻，你笑得是那么甜，望着你那瘦小的身体，好像要被沉重的书包压得喘不过气来。父母总把担心写在脸上，父母的一次放手，对于你来说是一种快乐，而对于他们，则是失去了再一次攥紧你的机会。
最近的你，好像瘦了，你愈来愈像一只禁锢在鸟笼里的鸟儿，也学会安静地坐着，用无数的书本拥护着自己，父母与你的交谈或是学习上的询问、或是偶尔闲谈几句、或是一顿饭菜的叫唤，都被一句“我不用”、“不知道”、“没有”给打退回来。也许，你应该看看父母：昨天似乎都没瞧见，那黑密的秀发里添了些许银色，脸上爬满了皱纹却满含笑容。
如今的你，似乎懂得了些许，不会用粗质的语言对抗父母，不会以颓废的姿态迎霜而来，不会将失望带来，瞧！好像透出了一些阳光，万物吹来的气息清新扑鼻……
因为有你，我当奋往直追，勇敢前行。
篇15：无形作文
有这么一个小女孩，她不幸患上了白血病，危在旦夕。当我在电视上看到这则新闻时，不禁为那位生命之花即将凋谢的女孩，感到惋惜和痛心。是什么使它患上这么可怕的病的呢？
看完新闻我才知道，凶手就是苯。在生活中我经常听到“苯”这个字，什么
“苯中毒”“甲苯”啊。近年来因为苯中毒而患上白血病的人数急剧上升，那究竟什么叫“苯”呢？为此我上网查找了一些资料。
苯又称苯巴比，化学式为是一种常见的高活性间接致癌物，它释放后和大气中各种类型的微粒结合在一起，吸入人体后产生苯中毒，引起可怕的后果。
苯中毒可分急性和慢性。急性中毒就是吸入苯蒸汽后，对中枢神经系统产生麻醉作用；慢性中毒就是指苯的代谢物酚类直接抑制细胞核分裂，导致细胞突变。通俗说就是最终发展为再生障碍性贫血或白血病。
一旦苯中毒表现的症状为兴奋或醉酒状态，并伴有头痛、头晕、恶心、呕吐……
原来“苯”这么恐怖啊！它可真是个无形的.杀手，往往在神不知鬼不觉的情况下危害人类的健康！
这些年来，户外环境污染指标急速上升，环境越发恶劣；在家中，由于苯的存在，环境也糟糕起来，家中装修，油漆、涂料，胶水都含有苯，有些甚至大大超标。苯无处不在，它的气势越来越猖狂！
不过苯中毒是可以预防的。首先，苯的制取及以苯为原料的工业应做到生产过程密闭化、自动化，车间里应有良好的通风装备。其次，就是防范和杜绝家庭苯中毒，增加排风设施，勤开窗通风，装修用材料采用无苯低毒材料。
最最重要的是要加强全民的环保意识，让苯这个无形的杀手丢盔卸甲，再也猖狂不起来！
篇16：无形作文
慢慢地，我们从一个拿着风车在沙滩上奔跑留下串串脚印的孩子变成了一个扬帆起航在海上乘风破浪的初中生。
突如而来的青春期让我们与父母间出现了一堵堵无坚不摧的墙，把我们与父母隔得越来越远。有一天，我兴高采烈的推开家门，踏着春风，飘飘忽忽的来到妈妈面前，兴奋地喊道“我回来啦！”随即准备向卧室奔去，妈妈忽然叫住我，用犀利的目光扫描我的全身，最后停在了我手中的书上，我的心一颤，糟了，刚才怎么忘记把书放进书包里，这下真的完了！“那是什么，拿给我看看！”说罢一把从我手中夺走那本书，快速的翻阅着，最后，她拿着书向茶几上一摔，愤怒的吼道s“怪不得你最近成绩下降！这都是什么书啊！不好好学习，就看闲书能着了！”我立即辩解s“那是我向老师借的！”回答我的是一记清脆的耳光，“向老师借的，向老师借的你就有理了是不是！以后再看这些书，看我不把它烧掉！”我低下头，默默地流着眼泪，带着那本书，缓缓地走到卧室，我趴在床上，眼泪止不住的流下，窗外霎时乌云密布。雷声混着闪电与我的哭声显得异常凄冷，我在心里想着s“我要离开，离开这个讨厌的家……”当然，我还没有能力在外面闯荡，我现在只有努力学习，有朝一日，我会在属于我的世界里搏击长空！父母，是值得感恩的，但他们过度的束缚，让我感受到了无奈甚至厌恶，我有想过沟通，可是每次沟通换来的是父母的不理解与不支持，我想说s“能不能给我少一点的束缚，多一点的自由！”你们当初剪下我的翅膀，如今却要我飞翔。
我与父母之间的墙把我们隔得越来越远，越来越看不清父母，越来越脱离了依赖。我想飞！飞过那堵好似无形却有形的墙！
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