After writing the composition for the senior high school entrance examination 1 many times, I always feel that my father is serious, indifferent and even "indifferent" to us. The kind of father who can talk softly to children and communicate with them can only be found in books. I didn't know how ignorant I was until I experienced it.
My relationship with my father is very delicate. Not good, not bad, not that bad. I always feel that there is a wall between us. He is on the other side of the wall and I am on the other side of the wall. Even if we can clearly hear each other's breathing, we all choose silence. Usually don't say a word to each other, even if you are in the same room, you still do yours and I will do mine. For you, I have no complicated feelings, and sometimes I even feel that we are the most familiar strangers. There is no open heart with mother, no small talk with friends, all we have is silence.
One morning, I just got up. Before I turned on the light in the kitchen, I saw a figure on the ground. I didn't dare to think much. I turned on the light in a hurry. What caught my attention was that you were lying next to me with blood all over your face. At that moment, I had a feeling that the world was falling apart. I didn't dare to think much. I bent down and asked if you were all right. I can't even imagine how I made a sound and how I trembled. At that moment, I really felt-you are so important to me. It's so important that I can't believe it myself. I used to think that we were really strangers. At this moment, our hearts are so close, you are my whole and my pillar.
Maybe it's a little exaggerated to say that my father loves mountains. In fact, a father should not be so "great" and "strong", but life forces you to be strong because of the responsibilities on your shoulders. Thank you very much for teaching me how to be a responsible person in obscurity. Thank you for guiding me like a lighthouse. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I am still strong with you. Thank you very much for coming to my world and giving me all your love!
I know I love that stranger ... but I don't know her name or who she is. But I know that she also loves this unique me. I don't know who I am. I can't hear or say it. I only have one window to communicate with the world-my eyes. The world is just a glass ball to me, and what I see in it is always disgust and pity. But she's different. I grew up with that stranger. She is beautiful, with arch eyebrows, cherry mouth and a beautiful smiling face. The bright smile changed for a while, with red eyes and tears all over her face, and she threw herself on me, trembling all over. Although I don't know what this is called, I feel that my body is hot and my vision is blurred, so I can't help crying.
I don't know that I am alone, but I actually want to know the name of a stranger. I want to call her name every day. I will listen to her and help her work; I will listen to her beautiful singing, and she will tell me many interesting stories ... not only this part, but also I will make many friends, who will sing nursery rhymes, tell secrets and play games with me! I can also talk to everyone. I will study other languages hard. At that moment, everyone will know that I can also give something. That stranger, can you hear what I'm saying? I believe you can hear me, and I believe you will give me another beautiful smile.
Stranger, that stranger! I hope I won't disappoint you. Can you help me? I want to talk! I want to hear voices. ...
At this time, the stranger outside the "glass ball" is talking in tears.
"Don't be pessimistic about this mother. I will pay for your child's surgery first! "
"No, I can't accept your money!"
"Must accept! This is not only my mind, but also everyone's mind! "
The "stranger" accepted the operation fee full of his own tears and the sweat of the villagers, and knelt on the ground and held the hand of the village chief for a long time.
"Mom!" This is a late name!
I didn't expect to write composition 3 for the senior high school entrance examination. It was so strong that my heart was deeply shocked. I would rather be a carefree grass and add a little green to the world.
By chance, I walked on the sidewalk beside the road and walked aimlessly. Something flashed in front of me, so I hurried over to have a closer look. It turned out to be a naughty Parthenocissus. Because my home is a residential area, a building is planned to be built outside the residential area, so there is a circle of "walls" nailed with iron sheets around. I never thought, and never thought that its life was so tenacious.
My heart was deeply shocked. When this winter comes, it stubbornly resists the attack of the north wind. I looked at its branches, but it was still growing slowly. Its leaves are bright green, and the tender leaves inside can't wait to grow. They are scrambling to see the outside world.
My heart was deeply shocked. A few days later, I came to this place unconsciously. When I was looking for it, I thought it was gone. It should be dead, but it was later brutally "killed" by workers.
My heart was deeply shocked. During extracurricular activities, I often look out the window. On a hot summer day, a pile of grass lies on a five-story wall. I can imagine it is absorbing the essence of the sun and growing greedily. How comfortable.
My heart was deeply shocked. Although they are not like the grass of "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high" written by Bai Juyi. But their indomitable spirit is my motivation to learn, and not only that, but also the noble character of "returning to the roots" that we admire.
Isn't it true that wintersweet blossoms in winter? In summer, they flourish, and in winter, they are willing to fall into the soil and turn into flower fertilizer. This should not be "falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers".
This is the instinct of the grass, who says everything is ruthless. We really should study hard.
Living in the warm sunshine, we are like ants looking for winter food every day, so busy and hard, responding to the sun that spread heat in the past and running around constantly every day. But when we stop, the beauty in life has passed us by. ...
I still remember that day was also a hot morning. Our class walked from school to the playground as before, physical education class. On the way, all we can think of is: "speed up, it's too late!" " The surrounding scenery flashed like a movie, and everyone didn't mind, leaving only the road to the playground outside. ...
Outside in the playground, everyone got up late and began to practice gymnastics. When we were stretching, my stomach seemed to be crushed thousands of times and it kept hurting. I had to rest alone, class was over, and I walked slowly back to school with my classmates.
On the way back, the original busyness and anxiety stopped because of my physical discomfort, and the whole team slowed down and waited for me. Just when the whole team was unusually silent, suddenly someone whispered, "It's beautiful!" "At this time, everyone looked to the right in the direction he pointed, and saw a blooming cherry blossom, silently emitting a beautiful and gentle cherry blossom breath. The whole class almost froze, fascinated by this, and our eyes were full of surprises. We have slowed down our pace here and slowed down our eagerness to leave.
"Why didn't anyone find this cherry blossom, even though it usually took the same road?" I began to look for the reason, the only difference is that the pace is a little slower than usual! Yes, it is because I slowed down and settled my mind that I can enjoy another open little world. ...
Composition writing for senior high school entrance examination 5 I have experienced many exams on the road of growing up. These exams are like shining stars and charming flowers, which make me progress and move me. These are my parents' sincere love.
The just-concluded mid-term exam once again made me feel very nervous, warm and happy! I made full preparations for the exam, but I just didn't review it carefully. In order to make me do well in the exam, my father had a hard time pulling me back to study and review with me. Even 1+ 1 is not immune. I said to my father, "1+ 1 is too simple. I thought my father would be angry, but he didn't get angry and said, "I won't take you to review, and you will definitely see it as 1x 1." That's wrong. " Dad said, "review quickly." Time is running out. If you don't review now, you will have an exam tomorrow. If you want to review, you won't review. " "After I listened to my father, I quickly reviewed. This is the language of love. Later, I did well in the exam. Chinese 100, Math 99. Five points, I think I did well in the exam. Father said, "Don't be proud, you should create more brilliance." My father's words made me feel warm. This exam gave me the warmth of love. It taught me a truth: nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it.
I thought: What is fatherly love? Fatherly love, like an umbrella in the rain, is my wet face under the umbrella. Father's love, like the thread of a kite, still haunts my heart. Father's love is like a childhood ballad, which will never grow old in memory.
When a ray of sunshine shines in a dark and humid corner, it will make the corner show vitality and vitality. Similarly, when a rattan rope hangs in front of a lonely and closed person, it will be filled with emotion.
Wandering in the corner countless times, thinking that hearing your breathing is enough, wandering in the limit, thinking that only grades are all. So, I refused everything and walked alone, just like the geese behind me, flying farther and farther away from the center. So it is inevitable to encounter obstacles.
Faced with these obstacles, I want to go back and continue to sink, and I don't know how to choose. At this time, if there is a person around to help, maybe you will "pull back from the cliff." Just then, a familiar voice came from a friend: "Only by abandoning the so-called aura can you better integrate into this group." A simple sentence makes the heart that has been confused for a long time suddenly enlightened, and it is also full of gratitude to this person.
Touching is inevitable, so we can only learn to be grateful.
My parents gave me life, and I am grateful. I thank them for giving me life and letting me enjoy this wonderful life.
Teachers taught me knowledge, and I am grateful. I thank them for their tireless and meticulous teaching of knowledge, so that we can swim in the ocean of knowledge.
The police uncle kept us safe, and I am very grateful for their dedication, but we can travel safely and enjoy life.
I thank the workers for their contribution to our society. It is their hard work that has given us ample food and clothing and beautiful buildings.
When you are frustrated, a vine hanging from others may be your hope, and we will be moved by it, but we should learn to be grateful, just like the leaves fall to the roots in autumn. Let's learn to be grateful while moving! Let the lamp of gratitude remain in the world forever.
In our ordinary life, there are many insignificant things that are performed all the time around us. Only at that moment did I realize the true feelings of the world.
Once, I saw such a story in a book, which deeply touched me. A happy and lively boy in the third grade of primary school unfortunately got a skin disease and needed to change his skin. God, this is undoubtedly not a huge blow to the boy's mother! However, the boy's mother was not intimidated. She sought medical advice everywhere and tried her best to cure her son. However, there is always no result. At this moment, the mother made a huge decision: give her skin to her son. How shocking it is for us! Mom is very determined. It hurts when changing skin, especially in summer, but she still says to others, "Nothing! I don't hurt at all. " When I read this, my face was full of tears. I was deeply shocked by this mother's decision, which reminded me of something that happened to me.
It was in the summer vacation of grade six. I was found to have a fever, vomiting and cough. After the injection and infusion, I was limp all over. When I walked up the corridor, my legs were like soft noodles. Mom sees it in her eyes and is anxious in her heart. She said firmly, "Come, I'll carry you upstairs!" " "I'm almost in junior high school and need my mother's back. I thought to myself, "Let's take two steps! "My mother and I had a few words, and I was finally scolded by my mother. At that time, there was an indescribable warmth and gratitude in my heart. When I was in front of my house, I asked my mother if she was tired. My mother smiled and said to me, "No, no". I knew my mother was tired, but she told a white lie so as not to worry me.
In life, parents have spent a lot of time and done many things that moved us. How much bitterness, how much selfless dedication and how much affection are behind this white lie!
I think we must repay the kindness of our parents!
Writing a composition for the senior high school entrance examination 8 ahem, everyone. Let's talk about this mid-term award ceremony today.
Let me emphasize here that I won't introduce everyone one by one, just pick those interesting ones.
First of all, praise our group. Well, as the highest altitude group in the class, the pressure on Xiaoqi and me is really extraordinary. We are the only two shorter people in the whole group. As the saying goes, I hate being short when I need it. You can't blame us anyway, can you? The students named our group Himalayas. But this mountain range is a little different. It sinks in the middle. Well, I admit, in the final analysis, it's our fault.
Then let's talk about real mountains. Sister Qifeng, Nie Junfeng and Ancheng Xiaodoudou must remember. Standard convex shape. Emm, what should I say?
I have to mention Liang and Song in this award. Two people almost never got off the stage. Their names are on almost every list. No matter who is the top scholar in a single subject or the top ten in the class, their names are always in a conspicuous position. Almost won a grand slam. I'm so jealous!
Finally, I would like to thank our excellent photographer, Mr. Liu Bowen, and the planner of this event, Mr. Du. Liu Bowen, capture every wonderful moment. It's really a surprise. And teacher Du is laughing like a three-year-old doll at the moment.
Writers dominate, fighters dominate! May the slogan of Class Five be passed down and become a legend of the school, and strive to fill the examination room! And the first nine seats in the second examination room! Let's go
Do you know what is the most terrible thing for me now? The most terrible thing is the exam!
"Mid-term exam", alas-up to now, the tension in the examination room is still turning over, turning over, turning over, turning over. ...
Before the exam
The night before the exam, I "buried myself in my study" in my small room. The room is so quiet that I'm not used to it.
While writing homework paper, my mother suddenly came out of the room and said to me with a smile, "Baby, do you want to eat apples?" Mom will peel the apple for you! "My mother has been ignoring me, but tomorrow is the mid-term exam, and my mother suddenly cares about me. I always want to eat fruit and wash it myself. I want to eat something myself ... Does my mother care about me or my exam?
I dare say that many parents, like their mothers, are suddenly concerned about us now. Alas-
In the exam
"Jingle bells-"The exam has begun.
"Hua Hua" white paper, issued in our hands, glowing white paper in our hands, nervous mood suddenly occupied my mind, can't wait any longer, I want to start writing, when writing, I forgot all the nervous mood.
However, the most terrible thing is to write and write, suddenly! I can't write a question, and my mind is blank when I am scared. What should I do? What shall we do? Forget it, write down the next question first and think about it later. There is not a sound in the classroom, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Usually after class is over, someone is still talking! Now, the classroom is full of "rustling" handwriting.
"Ding" voice rang again, oh! I collected documents. ...
After the exam.
After the exam, some people are worried that some people are happy!
I am glad that I have finally finished the exam and can live well; Some people are very worried, worried about their grades, and afraid that they will not do well in the exam. When they get home, their families will have a verbal "bamboo shoot fried meat".
Mid-term exam-how exciting!
Write a composition for the senior high school entrance examination 10 The scenery of each city is different.
Since I came to Beijing, I found that the environment in Beijing is far from what I expected: the sky is gray and the roads are noisy, and every touch of green here is precious.
The fun in the yard is far less than when I was a child in Xinjiang.
When I came to Beijing, I realized how lonely and lonely I am now.
When I was a child, I lived in Xinjiang, where the sky was blue, the air was fresh and the grass was everywhere. Lawns are paved at random in front of and behind the building, and fruit trees are arranged neatly. Looking around, it's green, which makes people relaxed and happy, not to mention how comfortable it is.
I had a good time in the picturesque army yard.
In spring, my friends and I always take the collected jujube stones in droves and plant them in the open space downstairs.
When the cool dew was still hanging on the grass tip in the morning, we took shovels and rakes to a small clearing, dug a pit, sprinkled dates and covered it with soil.
Sometimes we forget to bring the watering can, so we pick a handful of grass, carefully scatter the dew on the buried pit, and then look forward to seeing them sprout with infinite expectation.
Summer is more interesting.
Leaves and grass have grown together.
Looking out of the window, a dark green is very eye-catching.
Ask several partners to carry small hoes and dig dandelion grass on the lawn in the front yard.
This is edible: cold salad and soup can be used, but it is slightly bitter and excellent for removing fire.
Because we can eat, we little greedy cats dug very hard, holding the hoe with one hand and waving it with the other, which was very tacit, and soon we dug a big basket.
At that time, we would have some novel ideas from time to time: water gun shooting at ant nests, water spraying on bees … after playing for a long time, we would feel bored.
At this time, I don't know which bad boy suggested spraying the kindergarten next door with a water gun! So, everyone unified the water gun at the target, just waiting for the password to pull the trigger.
With a scream, a little boy shouted, "teacher, it's raining!" " "We laughed our heads off.
Writing a composition for the senior high school entrance examination 1 1 Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. Our third-year candidates must have had such an experience. When they close their eyes, they seem to be freshmen who have just entered the campus, but in a blink of an eye, they have benefited from the third year of high school. Three years is in a hurry, some people have no time to prepare, but in any case, we must confidently say to ourselves: I am coming.
Time flies like running water, never to return. No matter how hard you try, you can't follow in its footsteps. No matter how hard you try, you can't stop it! In a blink of an eye, I have entered the third grade of junior high school and started a new life!
The golden childhood has slipped away. Looking back on my life at that time, I was carefree and happy. However, since entering junior high school, there have been more subjects and more homework. Stress and troubles came into my life, which made me feel very depressed. Sometimes, I really want to put everything aside and live a relaxed and happy life without any pressure! How happy it would be!
However, with the growth of age, knowledge and experience have deepened. I deeply realize that when I grow up, I have my own responsibilities and obligations. I can't always stay in the past. I realized that life is actually short, like sand in an hourglass. When the sand leaks out, only memories are left. By then, everything has become the past. Therefore, I want to cheer up and work hard for the upcoming senior high school entrance examination!
I used to be very insecure and always timid. But by the third day, I must gradually learn to be confident and brave. I must sweep away all the procrastination, delay, hesitation and laziness before. I must acquire more knowledge, learn to surpass myself and experience happiness from learning!
In the third grade, I am no longer afraid of difficulties, I will go forward bravely. Life in the third grade may be very hard, but I will still face life with a smile and greet the first ray of sunshine on the horizon every morning; In this spring, facing the first new grass on the ground; At a brand-new starting point, look at the horizon that may not be seen! ……
I am a brand-new me in grade three-he is full of energy, quick thinking and fluent in writing; The new power will release my potential.
Writing 12 is the responsibility of two generations. Parents have the responsibility to educate and train a generation of children, while a generation of children need to improve Wenhua's moral cultivation and show a good family style. Education is like oxygen in the air, which is obviously less than one fifth, but it is indispensable.
What is the upbringing in your eyes?
In the eyes of most people, education is the level of education, which has nothing to do with ordinary people. Is that really the case? Education is politeness and a person's attitude towards others. If a person is highly educated, but conceited and notorious, how can such a person be respected? Maybe you have heard the saying, "I really love swearing, but I will say thank you after shopping, and I will say I'm sorry when I bump into someone." When someone gives me something, I will pick it up with both hands. So, don't judge my upbringing by your standards! " This passage sounds a bit straightforward, but it makes sense. Everyone's life is different and their values are different. Your set of standards can't represent everyone and can't bind anyone.
Education-from the blood in the bones, but not necessarily born. Education can be cultivated and bad habits can be eliminated the day after tomorrow. Everything in the world is not fixed, they will change with the environment, seasons and other factors. There is a chance to change before the dust settles, and it can still be changed after the dust settles. Like a willow branch, obviously broken. As long as you give it a piece of land, it will take root immediately and grow into a towering tree in a few years.
An educated person will not maliciously speculate on others, will not haggle over every ounce, and will not talk nonsense. An educated person will never be nervous about interpersonal relationships, nor will he be troubled by making friends, because they are good enough to attract others.
Education will accompany tomorrow. The summer wind blew away the summer heat and brought sex, and the cultivation of consciousness cleared the malice and corrected the etiquette. Don't talk like others, don't swear, and don't just blame. This is the basic quality of being a man.
Piano composition writing 13 in the senior high school entrance examination is a talent that is difficult to adhere to and improve. I have been training for six years, and I have been reluctant and unhappy, but I have also gained happiness.
That time, I just finished my piano lesson. I came home, threw away my schoolbag, fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The room is very quiet, without any noise. I feel dull with backache, thinking: There are too many training tasks assigned by the teacher! Six hours a day, who can stand it! Besides, my time is full. I have to take part in the competition this summer vacation. I am really exhausted.
I sat up, grabbed my hair, slowly got up and sat in front of the piano, and my hands began to play casually. "Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. The more excited I am, the more tired my hands are. I put down the music and went to bed again, feeling very contradictory. How can I solve it? I want to calm down, but I can't! After so long, no one can hold on.
Just practice more! Try to win the prize in the competition. I frowned and sat back. This time, I adjusted my mood and began to play seriously. As time goes by, my hands become more and more skilled. An hour has passed ... two hours have passed ... when my hands are the most tired, I am still insisting. This time, I devoted myself to the training of piano music, slowly forgot my fatigue and immersed myself in the sound of my piano. Gradually, my hands began to relax and the music began to flow smoothly. Six hours have passed and this training is really effective.
A week later, in the competition, I actually got 3, which is an achievement I never thought of before. I'm so happy.
No pains, no gains. I have a deeper understanding of this.
Listening to the composition of senior high school entrance examination 14, what light footsteps, what gentle wind, what lively birds are singing.
You see, the girl in spring is striding lightly, wicker and flowers are dancing in the soft wind, and birds are passing on spring gifts to each other.
The rain doll rushed to the earth, floating on the leaves, nourishing everything, and floating in my heart, warming my heart. No umbrella, no raincoat, no? Li thinks the pride of the spring rain is as expensive as oil.
Looking at everything in the rain, I can't help being intoxicated: endless green fields, hundreds of flowers, moist and fragrant air. A sharp and crisp spring thunder woke me up. Only then did I find that the rain had soaked me through, and the rain was dripping down my hair. You can't find me in the rain in an instant.
After a while, Mother Earth woke up and talked to her daughter. The grass took the opportunity to drill out of the ground and talk to the flowers; Dashan also woke up and talked to Grandpa Dashu.
At this time, I can't resist the temptation of sweet and refreshing air and appear in front of you again. At this time, all I feel in my heart is suddenly enlightened and full of hope for the future. The snow-white face washed by rain, because of a few rays of sunshine, looks white and red, moist and bright. Running in the soft wheat field, afraid to sit down, can only accelerate, why? Although I like her bright green, I don't want her wet green to wet my pants. After all, there is a hint of coolness in this fragrant air. But what can I do! It doesn't matter, the pants are wet, isn't there still sun? As a result, my pace is faster, and I seem to be running farther to find that incredible spring.
Some people say that spring is the seed of green and the daughter of the earth; It is also said that spring is information, hope, life and the shining flame of the earth.
Yes, spring is full of vitality, but in the writer's pen and the painter's drawing board, spring is more vivid. People praise the daughter of the earth, her selfless dedication and spotless green spirit. Yes, how much life she gave the earth and how much glory she added to it.
Spring is coming, have you caught it?
Writing a composition for the senior high school entrance examination 15 spring rain falls quietly, like a needle tip, like cow hair, like smoke. She woke up everything, and the grass stuck out their little pointed heads from the soil, greedily breathing the breath of spring and sucking the hard-won showers. Willow trees by the lake are swaying in the breeze, as if welcoming the spring rain. They swayed in the rain and danced happily. Street, wet road, like a sparkling river. People in the street are wearing umbrellas of various colors, as if many water lilies are floating on the water. Passing vehicles, like a boat shuttling through the water, draw a waterline. Pedestrians in the street are bustling, and children are standing on puddles, laughing and laughing.
Summer rain, crackling underground, like beans, like pearls, hitting the body, there is an unspeakable pain. Rain jumped onto the roof, only to see a hazy spray flying, and the rain on the roof flowed down the eaves, forming a swift waterfall. Rain, falling on the wire, is like neatly arranged notes on the staff. A few drops of water condense together to form a few drops of water, and a few drops of water fall to form a water curtain. It rained harder and harder and soon turned into a downpour. A gust of wind blew the rain down from the tree and hit people. Raindrops the size of beans fell to the ground and turned into spray.
Autumn rain, fluttering, like silk, like silk cloth, drips underground, falls on the face, cools down, flows into the mouth, is sweet and delicious, and makes people intoxicated like a dream. The sky washed by autumn rain is as blue as the sea. Pieces of white clouds are like boats, floating slowly in the sky. Autumn rain swished down. Fine rain threads weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth. Autumn rain is falling, knocking on the window, playing an autumn March, spinning a euphemistic melody, dreaming of infinite artistic conception, like a gurgling spring, melting into the earth and autumn.