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情感作文400字(六篇)

2024-06-245683

一天,马杰杰又准备拿起那只袋子去超市购物,一提起来,不禁大吃一惊——昨天还结结实实的袋子,今天就破了一个好大的口子,惨不忍睹,好像袋子成天“受苦受累”,张大了嘴巴抱怨、哭泣。马杰杰不知所措,没了这个袋子,难道要用其它袋子吗?马杰杰于心不忍地扫了一眼房间里如皇帝公主一般供着的干干净净、漂漂亮亮的袋子,使劲摇了两下头。她翻箱倒柜,把家里弄了个翻天覆地,终于找到一只旧旧的塑料袋。塑料袋那薄薄的样子,像弱不经风的小人儿,无力地瘫软在马杰杰的手中。

“虽然不中看,但不一定不中用嘛。”马杰杰拖着塑料袋,无奈地出了门。

结果是,塑料袋只装了一包口香糖就破了,马杰杰只好买了三只购物袋回来凑合着用。

连续两三个月,马杰杰之前时常使用而破了的袋子被马杰杰抛在了脑后,它一直在马杰杰家人弃用的阳台上瑟瑟发抖。

一个阳光明媚的早晨,三只塑料袋都宣告“退役”,马杰杰急坏了。她待会儿要去补习班,没时间去买新袋子,可是妈妈马上要用购物袋。难不成把自己的宝贝儿给妈妈用?那可不成,妈妈的简单粗暴会折磨坏自己的掌上明珠的。马杰杰马上在储物柜里寻找,看有没有被忽略的塑料袋。可是没有。马杰杰急得直锤脑袋。她迈着步子,无意地来到弃用的阳台,看见“随风飘荡”的那只的袋子,拾起来一瞧,她差点儿惊得呛到——几个月前还烂得不堪入目的袋子,现在却完好无损,跟新的一样!马杰杰喜出望外,开怀大笑,马上把这只塑料袋交给了妈妈。

被遗弃的袋子瞬间又成了马杰杰家里最劳苦的壮劳力。

可是让人没想到的是,使用那只袋子没过一周,袋子又破烂不堪了。马杰杰很奇怪,抓耳挠腮也想不出答案来。她可是个爱追寻答案的女孩,不寻求到答案决不罢休。她马上开始观察、思考。发现袋子被弃用几天,立刻完好如初,又连续使用几周,再次破个大洞。除了这样的特征之外,再没其它线索。马杰杰忍不住了,抓起灵异的袋子就大叫:“你到底是个什么东西?怎么这样奇怪?”马杰杰知道,自己向没有生命的袋子讲话,自己就是个疯子。可是让她更觉得自己疯了的是,袋子竟然说话了:“我是情感袋子。跟你们人类一样,拥有情感,有爱,有恨。我恨你们把我当苦力,其它袋子休闲安逸,我却整天奔波。我唾弃上天的不公,所以我的心就破碎了,身体也随之破碎;爱你们不再让我过艰苦的日子,虽然没有其它袋子那么舒适,但至少有时间打个瞌睡,或者跟地板砖、碎纸屑打打麻将,玩个斗地主,喝杯咖啡。我觉得上天对我已经很公平了,所以我的心也完整了,身体也就完整了。”

马杰杰豁然开朗,情感袋子的话让她看清楚自己的喜新厌旧与爱慕虚荣,不过从现在起,她的缺点将弥补了。

第二天开始,马杰杰拿上了自己最宠爱的有着七彩花纹的袋子去超市了,一边走,一边哼着轻快的歌曲。用妈妈的话说,她像变了个人似的。

沉淀了聚散离合的那轮中秋月,浅鸣低唱如风的相思之歌。月已满,心已盈,何以寄托相思情。

秋月影照窗台,缕缕冷风愁绪来。蜡炬无眠孤影暗,清光怎解我独白。午夜醒来,窗外的静寂,在惨淡的月光里,越发孤寂难以入眠,两行月夜的相思泪,挂满窗帘,如银色的风铃,在悟中响彻心扉。

中秋之夜,举杯团圆,叶已纷飞情义绵延。思乡的人儿匆忙在远方,把酒问孤月,今夕是何年?光的柔情在四散,泪已潮湿在他乡,枕边漏进来的斑斑银色的光芒,静静伴随那落寞走过的痕迹。

“我歌月徘徊,我舞影零乱”。独自如沧桑的树伫立在月光之下,静静聆听月光汩汩滑破空气的声音,轻轻抚动心之旋律,酸楚和伤感便飞溅似花,淋漓尽致绽露花败的过去。

今夜月明人尽望,不知秋思落谁家!月亮缓缓在沉重的夜里,踟躇碎步飘逸,心,涌动思念无数,泪,滑过月色的指间,一切都了无声息。望断明月泪,秋思尽染尘,在万家灯火的欢乐中,我却孤苦伶仃,无处栖息明月之身。

“秋空明月悬,光彩露沾湿”。侧头仰望圆圆的月亮,高高悬挂于深邃的苍穹。有凝重的云块,漂浮在周围,犹如远方在游子,写满相思的泪滴。那泯灭不了思念的.素光,何以寄托心中那沾湿的云彩。

“此生此夜不长好,明月明年何处看。”一只燃着孤独残缺的香烟,落进了深不见底的夜里。氤氲的雾霭,驭着那满月的相思,在漫漫的思绪里升华,在年年岁岁的相思里,期冀停泊之地。

目睹中秋的圆月在空寂的夜里踏歌,情愫也在冥冥之中抑郁而低落。月下呢喃的童话里,是否有不眠的伊人,绻情在月过的深夜,陶醉月光的沐浴中,与思念相依。是否孤依窗棂,默默数着苍白的月光渗出的殷红血滴。是否依旧忧伤着落叶与枯树的别离。

中秋月已圆,情深人亦孤单。是残月缝补了思念,是物与景触动了伤感。相思真如歌,唱尽人间的悲欢离合,相思也如酒,醇香饮枯心沉醉。独独樽满清澈的月色,迷恋蒙胧泪缠绵。

在月无残缺之时,我却倍感寂寞而孤单。掬一捧被秋风吹落的月光,把相思涂满翅膀,放飞于那寂寥万年的明月之上,在茫色沉默的星空里,守望一注拥挤膨胀的思念。

夜已深了,情已浓了。中秋依然在天穹中漫步流浪,走过了宿命中的寒凄,越过了梦中那相思的河流,只有徘徊在月夜里的清瘦的身影,搁浅在相思风中的独岸。

庭槐寒影疏,邻杵夜声急。相思如絮絮的柳片,在秋风中摇曳疯长而飘散,那淡淡缕缕的清香,在夜的纯粹中,独自开放,散发芬香。

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情感作文400字(六篇)

一天,马杰杰又准备拿起那只袋子去超市购物,一提起来,不禁大吃一惊——昨天还结结实实的袋子,今天就破了一个好大的口子,惨不忍睹,好像袋子成天“受苦受累”,张大了嘴巴抱怨、哭泣。马杰杰不知所措,没了这个袋子,难道要用其它袋子吗?马杰杰于心不忍地扫了一眼房间里如皇帝公主一般供着的干干净净、漂漂亮亮的袋子,使劲摇了两下头。她翻箱倒柜,把家里弄了个翻天覆地,终于找到一只旧旧的塑料袋。塑料袋那薄薄的样子,像弱不经风的小人儿,无力地瘫软在马杰杰的手中。“虽然不中看,但不一定不中用嘛。”马杰杰拖着塑料袋,无奈地出了门。结果是,塑料袋只装了一包口香糖就破了,马杰杰只好买了三只购物袋回来凑合着用。连续两三个月,马
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