1. A Shocking Sentence Essay 350

On July 7, 1937, Japan planned a "Marco Bridge Incident" that shocked both China and the world, in an attempt to occupy the entire China. Since then, the Chinese people have been living in dire straits.

This is an old historical photo. That afternoon, the platform of Shanghai South Railway Station was crowded and noisy. People stood in the platform like a big steamer waiting for the train. Most of the crowds were people fleeing from the disaster.

Suddenly, there was a shrill siren, and then the roar of an airplane came over the train station. There was chaos in the train station, people panicked and fled in all directions. But the ruthless bombs roared down from the sky and exploded several "bomb flowers" on the ground. With a "boom", the train that had just entered the station and the buildings in the station were blown away and turned into ruins, and half of the platform collapsed. The once noisy train station suddenly turned into a graveyard-like silence.

The enemy plane finally circled away, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the surroundings were quiet. Suddenly, a heartbreaking cry broke the silence. A child about two or three years old climbed out of the rubble, sat on the train tracks and cried, crying so loudly that he shouted for his parents. He was covered in blood and his clothes were torn. That cute little face was full of tears. But among the piles of ruins, who would answer him? Calling heaven and earth should not work here. Poor child, he didn't know why his parents didn't answer him, and he didn't know that they were buried in the ruins and died with their eyes open! Even though he is so helpless and pitiful! If he survives, his future fate will definitely be tortuous. He may die or be picked up by someone passing by. ...A passing news reporter ran over angrily, raised his camera and captured the scene in front of him. Composition

This is a nightmare day - August 28, 1937.

War is the devil. War has caused so many people to lose their lives; it has separated people from their families; it has destroyed so much property! How many people have lost their homes because of the war! How many children died of illness, starvation, and war! Maintain peace and stop war! Peace is the angel of hope! Save the children, push the war into the abyss, and bring peace back to you! Let the dove of peace fly to every corner of the world and insert olive branches to every place in the world... Composition

Let us keep this period of history in our hearts forever. 2. Write a 300-word essay based on an ancient poem

The best thing to write is that I have written it before, that is: from a distance, it looks like a ridge and a peak on its side, with different heights near and far.

Nowadays, there is a craze for learning ancient poetry in schools. However, some students only focus on the number of ancient poems they memorize. They do not understand the ancient poems they memorize, and even have many pronunciations of the characters wrong. I used the "Five Readings Method of Learning Poems", and the effect was very good. Now I will talk about how I studied Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" by myself.

I taught myself ancient poetry in five steps. The first step is to read the entire poem aloud. When I was reading, I encountered the new word "戈", and I learned it. The second step is to read carefully. I find out the key words that I don’t understand in each sentence, such as Tu Su, Zhuo Ri, Xin Tao, Jiu Fu, etc., and read the annotations or learn their meaning. The third step is translation. As you read, state the meaning of each line of the poem. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each line of the poem to tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is to read. Read the brief analysis to understand the background of the author writing this poem. When reading, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem, and then think about the author's thoughts and feelings expressed in this poem. "Yuan Ri" reminds me of Wang Anshi's political reform that I read in extracurricular books. It turns out that he wrote this poem to reflect his idea of ??eradicating the old and establishing the new. Eventually I memorized the entire poem.

When learning ancient poetry by yourself, you must not swallow it all. If you don’t ask for detailed explanations and memorize by rote, you will gain too little. 3. What kind of sentence composition is 400 words?

The sentence I love to hear most

Usually, what I want to see is the parents’ vertical erections Thumbs up and said to me: "Xixi, you are awesome!" Whenever that happens, I will be a hundred times more confident.

One day, the art teacher gave us a homework assignment - let us use colored cardboard to draw. When I got home, I took out the cardboard, scissors, and glue and started painting. I first used a pencil to draw a pattern on the lead drawing paper: tall buildings and beautiful birds were drawn, and then I drew the rising sun and tall trees.

Then, I took out the red cardboard, drew a circle of similar size according to the picture, cut it out, and used it as the sun; I also took out the green and brown cardboard and made it into a big tree... Although I tried my best to make the picture It's beautifully done, but because of my poor painting skills, the whole picture looks lifeless.

My mother saw my frustration, came over to look at my painting, and said: "Xixi, you are great! You are much better than my mother when she was a child! Look, the colors are so rich! "I know that my mother is encouraging me, but even so, I still have more confidence and think about how to make this painting beautiful. My mother acted as a strategist for me: "Xixi, we can add some decoration to this painting! Wouldn't it be more perfect like this?" Just do it, so my mother and I used colorful drawing paper to cut Exquisite cartoon characters appeared, and the picture suddenly became lively and interesting!

Everyone needs encouragement. My mother’s encouragement gives me confidence and helps me grow. 4. A sentence that often lingers in my ears. A quick 400-word essay

"How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold to the bones?" This is naturally a famous saying, but it has a different meaning for me. meaning.

I remember that during the winter vacation in the second grade, I was so naughty that I broke my foot. I dragged my foot in a cast and lay on the bed watching TV. But there is a task during the winter vacation—winter vacation homework. I didn't want to write, and thought to myself: "I'm hurt. As long as my mother tells the teacher, I won't have to write boring homework!" With a sense of luck, I didn't write until the fifteenth day - —

"Oh, Mom. I don't want to write!" "Are you still a student?! A student, as the name suggests, is a person who studies for a living. How can you not do your homework because of a moment of laziness? "Mom, I'm injured. Just tell the teacher and I won't have to write. It's just a matter of words!" Mom suddenly became serious and said to me, "I won't help you be lazy." "Besides, you have a broken foot, not a broken hand. You write your homework by hand, don't you?" "But...but." My face turned red, and I felt inexplicably guilty. "How can the plum blossoms be so fragrant without going through the cold? Hehe, you must remember this! If the plum blossoms don't withstand the pain of wind and frost, how can they have the refreshing fragrance? Don't be lazy, okay? My academic performance is all achieved by accumulating, practicing and learning!" Tears welled up in my eyes and I said, "Mom, I know I made a mistake, I will make up the homework now." "I will correct it if I make a mistake. You are a good boy!" Mom stroked my head...

"How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold?" This sentence has warned me all the time, It inspires me: Whenever I am lazy, I will think of it. Whenever I want to give up something, this sentence will appear in my mind; whenever I am decadent, this sentence will linger in me. In my ears...

Although my mother no longer often nags me this sentence, "How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold to the bones", but it has always lingered in my mind. 's ear. 5. Write an 800-word essay based on one sentence

Like the beauty of flowers, the beauty of the moon, the charm of singing and dancing, people yearn for happiness.

And most people are complaining that the God of Happiness does not favor and embrace them. No, this is often in the pursuit of happiness, letting go of the real taste, but chasing the shadow of illusion, as the saying goes, "Being blessed is not as good as being blessed."

As long as you pay attention, you will find that happiness often nourishes the body and mind by "moisturizing things silently". After school, enjoy the warm chatter and fragrant meals from your parents; on New Year’s Eve, the family talks and laughs, eats dumplings, and talks about interesting stories; before leaving home, the words of advice from parents and the instructions from friends are not all like a trace. Does the breeze make you feel refreshed and warm? If, when we get up every morning, we don't have to be detained in the hospital and suffer from pain; if, our parents are still alive and not divorced; if, we don't have to be like the children in Iraq, who have experienced the suffering of war and the pain of hunger. Suffering, then we are the happiest people in the world.

Whenever I make a mistake in answering a math problem, my mother’s face turns from sunny to gloomy. She helps me do the calculations and also criticizes me. I gradually make progress in feeling the disaster, and then I find happiness in the harshness; every time I When eating, my father left the book and picked up the small plastic bag with which the food was wrapped to wipe the oil stains on the table and in the bowl; he picked up the cut cucumber head and wiped the knife and spoon. I gradually thought about it while feeling the tediousness, and then I changed from waste to secondary use. Through utilization, you can realize the happiness of accepting intelligence in ordinary life and way of thinking. Whenever something happened, I was reminded by my teacher and supported by my classmates, even if it was a look, a call, or a small thing I did that was slightly beneficial to someone, it was a deep happiness.

But I also discovered: Being loved by others is happiness, and loving others is also happiness; happiness is not one-dimensional, but two-way. Mutual love can create brilliant sparks of happiness.

When my father is resting, I give him a cup of hot tea; when my mother returns, I give him a wet wipe; when my teacher or classmate is sick, I give him a greeting and a little medicine. Feel the happiness of realizing the true meaning of happiness. To defeat SARS, the party and the country's series of regulations and measures, the support of the people across the country, and the dedication of medical staff enabled the people to overcome the difficulties and continue to move forward victoriously! The happiness we obtain in peace and tranquility contains so much richer connotations! We don’t have to think about happiness very complicatedly, think very profoundly, leave the reality of life, think hard about abstract concepts, and get into trouble, and become like "I am in this mountain, and I don’t know where the clouds are." You will never understand the meaning of the word "happiness" .

So what is "happiness"? It is the joy and encouragement of every bit of life; a kind of deep and vague feeling in the world; a kind of ideological realm and practical behavior that eliminates the disasters of life and opens up the joy of life. Let us discover happiness and brew happiness; let happiness shine like the sun on life! How to write without happiness. 6. Maternal love composition (written around one sentence) 900 words

Maternal love is an everlasting topic that can never be fully explained.

It is like the melody of music, sometimes inspiring and inspiring, sometimes peaceful and comfortable, creating a new self. ——Inscription: I no longer know how many white hairs there are in the corner of my mother's bun, how many crow's feet there are in the corners of my mother's eyes, how much effort my mother put into her, how much sweat she shed.

But I only know that my mother gave me her heart. In the past, I always seemed dismissive of my mother's love, and I always seemed impetuous in front of my mother. I turned a deaf ear to what my mother said to me.

When my mother came to see me that time, I seemed very impatient, and my mother could only sigh and say: "My child, why don't you understand your parents' love for you?" I was like angry. The lion roared at his mother: "Am I not considerate? Why can't you see when I am considerate? Why didn't you think about my feelings when you and dad had such a quarrel? What do you think I am, air or trash! I Do you have any status in your hearts? Do you still know that I am a daughter?" The mother was speechless, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes, like a waterfall in Mount Lu. At this time, my heart felt like it was being tortured. Perhaps this word is more appropriate to describe my mother. I knew that what I just said hurt my mother’s heart, and it also hurt my heart. I could no longer look at my mother, nor could I. I didn't want to see her with tears streaming down her face. At this time, there was a strong force in my heart that drove me to escape from here. Of course, I obeyed my will and ran away.

When I returned to the dormitory, I pretended that nothing had happened and talked and laughed with my roommates. I don’t know how long it took for my mother to leave there, but I know she must have gone home crying. I thought my mother would never visit again.

In just a blink of an eye, it’s Saturday again. The weather is particularly bad today, with heavy fog and a cold north wind, but this does not prevent parents from visiting their children at all.

Seeing the closeness between other people’s parents and children makes me feel sour in my heart. I walked to the dormitory sadly. I no longer hoped that my parents would come to see me.

But as soon as I lay on the bed, I heard someone calling me outside the window. I looked up and saw that it was my mother. I thought it was an illusion, so I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and it was really my mother.

Before I could react, she had already arrived at the door of the dormitory. My mother’s lips were purple from the cold, she was shivering all over, and her hands were red from the cold. She was holding my favorite fruits and potato chips in her hands.

I stood there for a while and said, "Mom, you're so cold, why are you warmer? Why do you still come to see me when it's so foggy today?" "Your dad said he wanted to You have to let me come, your dad is still outside! He has been outside for more than 40 minutes, please go out and see your dad." "Mom, why are you wearing such thin clothes, you are not afraid of freezing. Body?" "I forgot to wear it. Your dad was anxious to see you, so he came in a hurry."

"I understand, let's go find him quickly." In front of my father, I didn’t know what to say.

"Son, is there heating in your dormitory?" It was my father who broke the quiet scene first: "Oh, there is heating." My answer seemed very cold, and my father just looked at me and said : "What did you say about your mother last time? Your mother kept crying when she came home and didn't tell me the reason.

If you have any unresolved knots, let's do it here today! Your mother Do you know how good it is to you? She carefully selects every piece of fruit, washes it and dries it before putting it in a bag for you. p>

Whenever she sees a change in the weather, she always says: "Xu, this child doesn't know if she has added more clothes. This child loves to follow popular trends, and she won't do it when she sees others wearing less clothes." Wear more. What if it freezes? No, I have to go see her. I still feel a little uneasy.

Your mother was worried about you and went to see you that day. As a result, she came back crying. Why does your mother usually save food and drink? Isn’t it just to save a few dollars and buy you the things you like to eat? "Mom, I'm sorry. It's my fault. It's my fault. I understand." Mom, you have always loved me. I wronged you. It was my fault. Mom, can you forgive me? "My child, what are you talking about? How could Mom blame you? It's not too late for Mom to love you!" As long as you can understand how kind Mom is to you, Mom doesn't need you to repay her. She just hopes to see you smile every time she comes to see you. "

"Mom, I will, I will listen to you. "Then let's go. You should go back to the dormitory quickly!" "Okay, then I'll go back after you leave." "

On the way back to the dormitory, tears ran down my cheeks again. It turned out that I had always misunderstood my mother, and I will never be able to repay my mother's love for me.

Heart and The call of the heart, the transmission of love, are like notes. Only when they are pieced together into a melody can you feel its melodiousness. Love is speechless. Only by exploring it with your heart can you experience the meaning of true love.

Every parent takes great care of their children. My parents are just one of the parents in the world. Every parent will compose an ode of love for their children. Each note is deeply devoted to the parents. Love. It may not be played, but it is dedicated silently, waiting until you discover, appreciate, and sing.

Have you heard the melody of maternal love? Is it... My mother who cared for me? Time flies by like water, and many memories have gradually faded with the passing of time. But there are some things that I can vividly remember and be moved by - that deep maternal love.

The weather in September is always a bit unpredictable. I remember that morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who was unable to go to work because of a high fever, walked over. , slowly raised his hand, handed me an umbrella, and said feebly: "Xue Fei, the weather forecast says there will be rain today...ahem...it's better to bring an umbrella." "

I looked up at the blue sky, and then glanced at the big sun that looked like a ball of fire. I thought: How could it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door. , I heard my mother’s cough and feeble instructions coming from far behind. When I was attending the last tutoring class, I saw heavy raindrops hitting the window glass, making a rhythmic "tick-tick" sound. "Click" sound.

Oh, no! It’s really unpredictable! I couldn’t help but regret not listening to my mother’s instructions and taking the umbrella with me in the morning. Only then did I realize the seriousness of the problem. My father was working overtime at work. My mother is sick again, and she can’t even come to pick me up! What should I do? 7. An unforgettable sentence essay of about 400 words

Our class It can be said that there are a lot of talents and strong players.

In this class, I am a veritable "ugly duckling".

I envy Fan Xiaolong’s eloquence, he raised his hand as soon as the teacher asked a question; I envy Chen Yantingjuan’s beautiful handwriting; I envy Chen Yu’s literary talent, writing compositions is done in one stroke, and the writing is like a spirit; I envy Su Yixin's fluent English. She speaks English eloquently, just like a little foreigner... I envy others and blame myself for my incompetence.

Perhaps I gradually lost confidence. In the class, I almost reached the point of "obscurity". For a while, a classmate lent me a book. There was a sentence in this book that deeply touched me: "I am willing to use my own efforts to weave feathers and turn myself into a beautiful swan." Yes, The author can work hard to become a swan, so can't I have my own "sparkling point"?

After that, I started to discover my strengths. I practice calligraphy every day. Sometimes I have too much homework and the time moves back, making me sleep very late, but I always insist on practicing. Every time, as soon as the teacher assigns the preview homework, I mark left and right on the Chinese language book, filling up a good book... After a long time of hard work, my handwriting is one of the best in the class. In class, the teacher When I asked a question, I raised my hand... I discovered my "shineing point" and gradually got out of the slump. After class, I played and mingled with my classmates.

But I want to thank that sentence. It was that sentence that made me learn to strive and work hard. Even if my "ugly duckling" cannot turn into a swan in the spring, I am willing to use my own efforts to fly into the blue sky.

Thank you for that sentence, thank you for that sentence that I will never forget. If you feel that you are inferior to others in every aspect, then you need to discover and discover your own strengths. 8. A 400-word essay on a sentence that always lingers in my ears

On Sunday, the sun was just right, and the warm spring breeze was like a mother's big hand, blowing warmly over people's faces, and blowing up and down clothes. The fresh fragrance of flowers also spreads to the nose along the wind.

In the open space in front of the door, the aunt is teaching her younger brother how to ride a bicycle. Look at this little guy who usually jumps up and down like a monkey, but unexpectedly he was defeated in front of this tiny bicycle. After the eighth failure, the younger brother sat on the ground like a rogue, muttering angrily: "I won't learn anymore, I won't learn anymore, it's not fun at all..." The aunt straightened her face and said, "Don't be afraid of failure. You will definitely succeed next time. "

Don't be afraid of failure... After hearing these words, my body was startled, as if there was an electric current flowing through my body, and a voice was murmuring in my heart. Author: Don't be afraid of failure. Then the mother's kind and serious face appeared again. My thoughts followed the memories and walked into the time tunnel.

A year ago, when I was in the first grade of junior high school, I was just a willful and squeamish girl. Because I was not used to the fast pace of learning in junior high school, my grades were often not very satisfactory. After several exams, I gradually lost confidence in learning, and I almost had the idea of ????breaking the pot. Anyway, my grades can't improve, so it doesn't matter if I work hard. If you use it, give it up. What’s scary is that at the time I was quite comfortable with this idea.

Teachers often come to talk to me. At first I wanted to say that I should work harder and get better. But as time goes by and the number of times increases, I feel like I have become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Until one day my mother talked to me. I was about to go upstairs to play on the computer when Mu Qing stopped me and said he had something to say to me. We sat on both sides of the table. After I sat down, she did not speak immediately. Instead, she looked at me with a sad look in her eyes for a long time. Under this gaze, I began to change from casual to careless. Gotta get serious. "My child, you are destroying yourself." After a long time, the mother uttered a sentence, and her lower lip seemed to be unable to bear this kind of opening and closing and trembled slightly, "Mom knows that you work hard and study is tiring. Mom does not ask you to be able to You are the best in the class, as long as you work hard, don't be knocked down by difficulties. "After saying these words, my mother's aging face shed two lines of tears, and there was a determination in her slightly swollen eyes that surprised me. light. So I nodded heavily and said, "Mom, I won't run away anymore."

"Wow, I learned it." My brother's cheering voice brought me back to reality. Seeing his happy expression when he succeeded, I couldn't help but smile.

An affectionate sigh seemed to slowly come to my ears, and the soft and powerful voice said: Don’t be afraid of failure... 9. A 300-word essay on what someone said to me

That was in the third grade of elementary school One day during the summer vacation, an idea suddenly came to my mind: prove to my parents that I have grown up.

How to prove it? Do some housework? No, even a 5-year-old child can do it. After careful consideration, I decided to take a bus to my mother's work alone, because my father often said: "You are still young and can't go alone." I decided to go!

At noon that day, my father went to work. I left a note and went out, taking a peach when I left.

Taking a bus alone It was really boring because no one talked to me. Fortunately, that peach kept my mouth occupied. Unfortunately, I got rid of that peach just after one stop.

Taoyi After eating, trouble started.

I pinched both ends of the peach core with my middle finger and thumb, not knowing where to put it.

The old man sitting with me looked at me. With such a look, he opened the window and motioned for me to throw the peach core out. I didn't throw it away, but held it tighter.

At the third stop, my hands became sticky. Suddenly , I saw an aunt sitting on the seat near the window in front of me. She was eating pomegranate leisurely and throwing the pomegranate peel out. Seeing this, I thought, if people can throw trash out of the window, then I can too. Can you throw the peach core out?

Just when I was about to lift my arm, I suddenly felt that the peach stone weighed a thousand pieces and I couldn't pick it up. It seemed like there were many eyes staring at me, so I lowered my head in shame. Just like that, the small peach core never left my hand for a moment. Even though the car was rocking back and forth, the peach core was still firmly held by me...

This peach core was broken. I went all the way and reached the terminal, and I finally put it into the garbage bin. I realized that when I grew up, I not only had the ability to go out alone in the car, but also consciously protected the environment and loved nature. 10. What’s on my mind The essay is about 350 words

Mom, I want to tell you what’s in my heart

Mom, I want to tell you what’s in my heart, because I haven’t spoken to you in two years Yes, I want to say a lot to you.

I did not do well in the exam in the last semester of fourth grade. I will work harder this semester to do well in the exam. As long as the teacher does not assign too many homework, I will definitely have time to read, write, and listen to English tapes. I also like it. Read Fairy Tale World, Yang Hongying’s campus novel series... I also like to play. I hope that on May Day, my whole family can go back to my hometown to play with me, play by the reservoir, eat fruit in the orchard, cut grass and feed the chickens with my sister, and stroll around the village. I like the evening in the village. The village is very quiet, there is a faint smoke from cooking, and there are small but bright stars in the sky. At night, the village is extremely quiet, but occasionally I hear the crisp sound of "tapping" footsteps. The stars in the sky gradually become bigger, bigger and brighter, shining with dazzling silver light. There are so many stars that I always want to pick a basket. . I felt the stars were smooth and cool. My sister and I often sit in front of our house and count the stars. As we count, we get sleepy, so we go to the pit to sleep. It feels so comfortable to sleep on the pit! Grandma dried the quilt for me until it was soft and soft, and it always smelled like sunshine. How I yearn to go back to my hometown! Because it cannot be seen or touched in the city.

Mom, I love you, this is what I want to say to you.