1 day, just after dawn, the fiery red sun appeared, and its fiery red body dyed the whole sky red. Everything wakes up from a dream. Xiaohua opened her eyes, her beautiful posture fluttered with the wind, and Grass also opened her eyes, stretched herself and said hello to Grandpa Sun. Grandpa Sun also smiled. Only then did I wake up and see this picturesque scene. I couldn't help shouting, "This is really a good start!" "
In the morning, we had our first history lesson. The bell for history class is ringing! "Every student's heart is pounding and he is full of expectations for the subject of history. Suddenly, a chubby man appeared in front of the door, with a megaphone hanging from his waist and a history textbook in his hand, with a serious face. The man knew at a glance that he was a history teacher. He walked slowly to the platform with neat steps. He knew at a glance that the history teacher was a gentleman with culture and connotation. He went to the podium, bowed deeply to us, and then briefly introduced the computer to us. After the introduction, he said, "My name is Hu, and I am your history teacher. "
His self-introduction is very brief. He went on to say, "History is an interesting course, which will show you the glory of China's history. And the history of all over the world, you will like this course! " I thought, "Is history really that interesting?" In this lesson, the teacher introduced us to the ancestors of ancient times-Yuanmou people, Beijingers and cavemen. And I was deeply attracted by the history class. I thought to myself, "history is really interesting!" I must learn history well and know the history of all over the world. "In the afternoon, we studied another course-calligraphy. The calligraphy teacher is tall, with a height of 1.83 meters. A pair of watery eyes contains the wisdom of calligraphy. His name is Ma Tongliang and he is 27 years old. In this class, I learned that words are like people, and I can only become a real gentleman if I learn them well. I thought to myself, "I must learn history and calligraphy well." "
As soon as the calligraphy class was over, Grandpa Sun also went back to rest. The sun goes down slowly, and the afterglow of the sun gradually disappears. After playing all day, Xiaohua Cao Cao felt very tired and fell asleep early. It was getting dark, and I smiled and said, "This is really a wonderful end, and it is also a perfect beginning of my history and calligraphy course!" " "
Start an excellent composition 2 "Mo Yanxi will go down the mountain without difficulty, only if he sets his mind on it." Walking on the journey of growth, climbing to the top of the mountain may not be the end, but a new beginning. What meets you is a new challenge, and the end is the beginning.
I walked slowly on the winding path in the mountains and looked up at the top of my head, which seemed out of reach. The hillside is lush and the trees are very lush. From a distance, it looks like a green ocean, with green leaves swaying like green waves.
The midday sun, like a sharp dagger, kept stabbing every inch of my skin, but in order to enjoy the coolness of the trees on the top of the mountain, I had to walk slowly and hard step by step to the road ahead. ......
On the rugged mountain road, there are thousands of stones, which are uneven, and every step will make a "rustling" sound. ......
The sun scorched the earth, and every inch of thirsty soil opened its mouth. Around, there is not a breath of wind, and the hot air permeates the empty forest, passing through the Woods and spreading to the distance. ......
Trekking on the narrow path for more than three hours seems so long in this hot summer day. The sun overhead has tilted slightly to the west, and the oblique sunlight has set a shining golden frame on the ridge, outlining the outline of the distant mountains.
Gradually, wisps of fragrance drifted gently into my nasal cavity with the breeze. The wind glides gently through your fingers, and green dots dot the land of the mountain peaks.
Walking into this forest, under the shade of lush camphor trees, the coolness is coming, refreshing.
Over the top of the mountain, the road down the mountain is still rugged and winding. Looking around, you can see the mountains at all levels.
"I am entering the Wanshan Circle, and one mountain is spared."
When I was amazed, I remembered the road I had just walked, and remembered that the top of the mountain was actually the end I thought. At this moment, the intoxication of success disappeared. The end point is the new beginning.
So, let's go.
We were born, babbled, and now we are a knowledgeable teenager. We have experienced too many difficulties and obstacles, but every difficult beginning contains hope and is also the beginning of things. The beginning of each time is to lay the foundation for our victory.
I remember that time, in the warm sunshine, my cousin and I started a race to learn to ride an electric car. That morning, my mother took me to my grandmother's house as a guest. At that time, I was envious when I saw my cousin preparing to learn to ride an electric car from my grandfather. I also want to ride an electric car and get along with the ground like my cousin. I quickly told my mother about it, and my mother didn't encourage me to learn to ride an electric car. She said to me, "It's not safe to ride an electric car. Your cousin is a little older than you. She can learn to ride an electric car, but you are too young to master it. " After listening to my mother's words, I angrily walked to the computer. I searched the skills of cycling on the computer and watched the video. After a while, my mother came to see me. She was happy to see me and asked me to learn to ride an electric car.
Later, grandpa took my cousin and me to the company. Grandpa taught me seriously and patiently. Grandpa taught me to control the speed first, not too fast, to avoid falling. As soon as the voice fell, grandpa began to teach us to walk in an S-shape. First my cousin learned to try, and then so did I. When I started turning, my grandfather said, "Control the speed, not too fast." As I spoke, an unexpected thing happened-I didn't brake in time because I accelerated too fast when turning, which led me to hit a stone directly, fell to the ground and had a close contact with the earth. My cousin smiled there after seeing it, grandpa! He said, "Failure is the mother of success. This failure doesn't mean that you can't learn. Grandpa comforted me and talked about my cousin. Finally, with my unremitting efforts, I learned to ride the S-shape, which is better than my cousin's. Grandpa praised me!
Until now, "failure is the mother of success" has been lingering in my mind. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I will stick to it. At the same time, I also learned that failure is the beginning of success, which laid an important foundation for success.
Spring is the beginning of all seasons. Early morning is the beginning of a day's life, everything has a beginning, and the beginning contains hope!
My first step is to study hard. Hard work is the booster of growth; Hard work is the engine of progress; Strive to promote your growth, help you climb the peak and let you fly high. A writer once said that studying for the rise of China, but I don't think so. I think, work hard for the rise of China.
When I woke up, there was a messy room, which made me upset. After eating, overlapping bowls are reflected in front of me. There are worse things than this. My clothes are put in the basin, which makes me helpless one after another. "I have hands, why not try hard?" This gives me the motivation to get up and wash dishes. In less than a quarter of an hour, I washed my clothes, and finally the house was out of control. Pick up the broom and start cleaning. After that, I began to tidy up the mattress and shake out a book "Red Star over China". Like finding a treasure, I opened it carefully and read it with relish. Before I knew it, at noon, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if I had swallowed all my wisdom and continued to tidy up the room. I'll finish sorting it out soon. In the process of doing these things, I realized a lot, which made me very diligent. I know that this credit comes not from self, but from hard work. Although hard work is a bit tiring, there are some sweet spots. Try to make you happy, happy, diligent and become a hardworking person. Work hard, flowers smile for you, birds song for you, family members are happy for you, and success is waving to you!
Winter is the end of all seasons; Night is the end of the day. Finally, there is hope! Although hard work is the beginning of a person, it is also the end of a new person. It grows with you, accompanies you, makes you happy and helps you succeed! Work hard for the rise of China! Work hard for your future! Hard work is your beginning, no matter what the result is, hard work will be rewarded, and your beginning is your effort.
Excellent composition at the beginning 5 Behind every success, there is a bitter beginning. ......
I have dreamed of becoming a dance star since I was a child. Put on a beautiful princess dress and shiny dancing shoes, stand on the stage of dreams, point to the ground with your toes, and keep turning and turning. ......
Finally, this wonderful opportunity blessed me. I signed up for the third-level Latin dance training class and started my "star" journey.
Gently pushed open the door of the training class and came to a huge training room with the glass window half open. The sun shone on the ground through the window, and I started my dance training in this training room.
"Follow the rhythm, follow the rhythm, why are your steps always half a beat slower than others!" Hearing the teacher's reprimand again, I understood once again that everything has a beginning, but my beginning is bitter.
While being scolded by the teacher, I also don't forget to look at the senior sisters who are dancing with neat steps. They are always intoxicated with dancing and don't worry about others disturbing them. Watching them dance wholeheartedly, I inadvertently thought, "Why can't I be as good as them?" Am I inferior to them? No, I will be as successful as them, even more successful than them! "
I set such a goal for myself and began to implement it. So, I study hard in the classroom during the day, stay up late at night and dance solemnly in front of the mirror. Every time I feel extremely sleepy, I think of my goal: to surpass them and achieve myself. Every time I think of it, there is always a fire of spirit that never gives up, because I also want to open up a new situation and create achievements!
After my unremitting efforts, the teacher looked at me with new eyes. On a sunny morning, the teacher said happily to me, "Let's go to the show on Sunday. The teacher believes that you are the best candidate! " "
In order to practice dancing well and live up to the teacher's hope, I will make time to practice. Every time you practice dancing, you can interpret the whole dance incisively and vividly, and the feeling of stretching is hard for others to feel.
On the stage, beautiful and colorful lights gathered on me alone. I am the little princess who keeps dancing on tiptoe. After a beautiful curtain call, it won warm applause from the audience. At that moment, I felt happy, an unprecedented happiness!
Behind every success, there is a bitter beginning. As long as you work hard, the bitter beginning also contains sweet beauty. ......
At the beginning of the excellent composition 6 in grade three, there was no noise, anxiety and slapstick; There is only silence, tension and busyness here.
"A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning" and "A good beginning is half the battle". These famous aphorisms tell us the importance of beginning to success.
There is a saying in the relativistic butterfly effect: "A small change in the initial quantity of the system may cause a huge error in the calculation results ... A butterfly flapping its wings in South America will cause a storm in the Pacific Ocean."
A good or bad beginning of everything often indicates its success. This is an invisible arrangement and a necessity.
On September 1, the third day of school starts. Some people may think that there is still one year before the senior high school entrance examination, but in fact, the senior high school entrance examination has quietly filled with smoke. ...
I put down my basketball, brushed away a wisp of dust from my textbooks and my mind, plunged into the ocean of knowledge, indulged in the world of learning, and started my dream search, starting my young dream with my young heart.
Laziness in class is replaced by energy, noise after class is replaced by profound books, and pop music in the ear is replaced by pure English pronunciation.
The excellent results of the first monthly exam affirmed the beginning of my third year, which made me seem to see the hope of the senior high school entrance examination-not far away.
The senior high school entrance examination came quietly without knowing it. It is so sacred and mysterious. Perhaps the result of the senior high school entrance examination has already been decided, which depends on the beginning of the third grade. Some people may think that the senior high school entrance examination is the end of junior high school. But I think the senior high school entrance examination is another beginning of life. Our beliefs do not change because of the senior high school entrance examination, our studies do not stop because of the senior high school entrance examination, and our lives do not change because of the senior high school entrance examination.
The senior high school entrance examination is just a beginning for us, a new beginning, and it can also be said to be a post station; Wan Li's new journey is just around the corner. Only by grasping the beginning and setting goals can our future be full of hope.
Looking back, I am filled with emotion; Looking into the distance, there is a long way to go. Starting one by one is the call of success and the implication of hope. Grasp the beginning, full of hope, you will certainly find your own sky on the road to success!
Start excellent composition 7 labor creates people and labor creates beauty. Labor is also hard and laborious.
One afternoon last winter vacation, I was alone at home, thinking: Mom and Dad must have worked hard to work overtime today. I want to cook a dinner for my parents to make them happy. And I, a little girl who lives in the city and is spoiled all day, know nothing! what can I do? By the way, mom and dad like porridge. Why don't I cook porridge for them once? Besides, isn't porridge made of rice and water? I've seen my mother do that, too. It's a piece of cake for me. The idea has been made, so let's act now.
I wiped the pot. "By the way, how much rice and water should I put in the porridge?" I vaguely remember my mother saying, "You should put 4 spoonfuls of rice in the porridge." I put 4 spoonfuls of rice into the rice washing basin to wash rice. There are residues and tiny bubbles floating on the surface of the water, so I'll pour the water out at once. So I washed it back and forth three or four times. I put the washed food into the pot and connected it with water. I turned the fire to the maximum and began to cook porridge. I stared at the pot carefully, for fear that the porridge was ready, and I didn't dare to neglect it without informing me. Ten minutes later, the water began to boil slowly. I jumped three feet happily, thinking, I'm almost finished. I can't help secretly feeling proud when I think of my parents' happy and excited expressions when they come home.
However, to my surprise, the rice in the pot boiled more and more, but the water disappeared. what can I do? I thought: there must be less water, so I tried to add water to the pot; But after a while, there was still so much rice and so little water. Suddenly, I smelled a smell of paste. "It's porridge paste!" I'll turn off the fire at once and stir it vigorously with a big spoon. The top of the porridge is still thin, but the bottom is burnt. What a pot of cold water poured from head to toe-it's so cold! I stood silently at the kitchen counter with tears in my eyes, extremely disappointed.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and mom came back. My mother saw me in the kitchen and immediately ran over and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?" "Mom," I said tearfully, "I want to make porridge for you, but …" "Never mind, thank you, baby. Don't lose heart. This is your first time. Just do it again. " Mother touched my head and said.
Through this work, I understand that there are many things in the world that look easy but are difficult to do. Do everything carefully, every step. I will try my best to help my parents do housework in the future.
Crying is the beginning of life, walking is the beginning of running, heavy rain is the beginning of rainbow and short sleeves are the beginning of summer.
Everything seems to have its own special beginning, appropriate, inappropriate, surprising, meaningless and beautiful.
I still remember that summer when the wind was light and the clouds were light. I had the beginning of my career in learning the sea, but time never passed and my eyes were no longer the original scenery. Six years is as small as six minutes in memory.
I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, why there must be an end when there is a beginning, why there is no such thing as an end, and why it is the first day after the sixth grade. The cruelest word for me is much transformed. I
I spent my summer vacation in a melancholy mood, constantly thinking of my classmates, teachers, snacks I ate, playgrounds I ran, desks I slept in, and all the places where we have good memories.
It was still a hot summer, and I started school in junior high school until the day I started school. Stepping into the school gate, the picture suddenly came to life, kind and familiar. Horizontal bar, table tennis table, basketball stand, desk, blackboard. There must be friends who are congenial to me and persuasive teachers. I can spend three years in every place in this century-old school and have the best memories of my youth again.
Only after I left did I find that the end was not the last end, but the beginning of the next beautiful journey. You don't have to be too obsessed with the beautiful scenery you have already stepped on, because the road ahead is still very long, and the unknown wonderful spreads like the sky.
In the next hot summer, we will all leave again, but I will say goodbye to this wonderful time and all the good memories about them with a smile. At the end of this journey, we will set foot on the land below, so why be sad?
Perhaps, the end is also the beginning, and the beginning is also the end of this paragraph. Why care?
As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning." But it's really difficult, but time pushes you away unequivocally, even if it's difficult, you should bite the bullet.
When I was a child, I found English difficult. It's like a ghost symbol. One ear goes in and the other goes out. You can only stay in your head for five seconds. However, in preschool, the teacher can learn no matter how you learn, depending on whether you can. If I give you one night, you won't get it. In this way, I learned to recite words in my father's palm. It laid a solid foundation for learning English in the future.
When I grow up, I feel that homework is difficult and I always don't want to write. The boring homework is dazzling. But I have to hand in my homework tomorrow, so you have to write it if you don't hand it in. But when I picked up the pen and wrote down the answer to the first question, I found that the homework was not that difficult. I could have finished it so quickly. The teacher talked about this knowledge in class. Actually, I'm not bad either.
In primary school, I found it difficult to communicate with people. On the first day of school, I felt a sense of fear when I looked at strange classmates and teachers around me. Want to escape from this place, but obviously, mom and dad have left. I can only sit in a cold seat, but when I tried to say hello to a classmate sitting next to me, he responded to me in a friendly way, which made me confident, got to know the whole class, became familiar with the teacher and made some good friends. It was not difficult.
Some time ago, learning was more difficult. How to adapt to the present study life and find a learning method was a big problem for me at that time. How should I face it? All subjects should be taken into account, but when I found that balance point, everything seemed to start working again. I said it again, but before that, everything I thought was difficult seemed trivial.
In fact, now we are not the beginning of life? I am groping, if I never try, I will never get it, but when we make up our minds to try, some problems will be solved.
Now we have entered the beginning of life, please stick to it, for your tomorrow, for your dream, for your future, work together and be more brilliant!
Starting an excellent composition 10 now is a new beginning. No matter what you do or what you will do in the future, now is just a good start. You can't be so lazy! Life, study, more or less there will be a little embarrassment, can not escape! Every day, there may be a lot of ideas, a lot of helplessness, and gradually disappear in a rambling life! The future, I can't figure it out. I don't want to sigh how helpless I am. I just want to stop giving in to people! I don't know what others think of me. I just want to be happy, enrich my life and work hard!
When I went to high school, everyone said that I became much quieter, and I didn't like talking and playing! Yes, I'm quiet! Maybe I really grew up! Thinking is not so casual! A little hidden! Maybe there are some things I don't want to forget easily, and there are subtle worries! I don't want to forget, I just want to be alone … sometimes I laugh. It's my habit now. I don't like to talk much! Pretend to be quiet. This is my case! We have learned a lot in life, and how many roads belong to us! I don't want to live a mediocre life, and I don't want to live an illusory life every day! Standing on different steps and at different heights, I may look different. The higher I am, the farther I am. Now I can't be the pride of others, but I won't forget my goal all the time! Middle school junior high school, three years, two years in the struggle, one year in decadence, the result is a sleepless and sad, although now no longer so sad, but sometimes think about it, or regret!
I don't want this tragedy to happen again in high school! So I will try to change! Three years in high school, maybe very long, maybe very short, I will try my best to tap my ability! I dare not say what kind of school I will enter in the future, but I will try my best to achieve it. Get into a better school! I used to like chatting online, but now I don't like it. I like being invisible, or playing chess or something! Think of surfing the internet as occasional! Hehe, in the past two months, I have found myself much more cheerful! I just like quietness, elegance and leisure ... smiling represents my quietness, listening to music represents my elegance, and playing games represents my leisure. Hehe, I may be less lively and more boring in the future, but I will stick to this life. After all, I have suffered for three years, and the future time will at least be more colorful and dazzling! My heart is still outside, and I like life outside! 360-degree attitude towards life, depression, happiness and happiness!
The beginning of an excellent composition 1 1 is not the moment when I was born, but the time when I really stopped wasting my life and had pure pursuit.
"Ha ha ha, that's interesting. Much more interesting than doing homework. " I laughed at my desk and forgot tomorrow's class, but I haven't finished my homework. Suddenly, the sound of unlocking came to my ears. I immediately turned off my mobile phone and pretended to be doing my homework. My mother rushed to my side and said anxiously, "It's almost six o'clock, so hurry up and tidy up!" " "I slowly pack things, and I don't care: what's the hurry? It's not necessary.
At the urging of my mother, I finished packing and happened to bump into my father holding a mobile phone. I was vaguely uneasy. I was afraid of being found by my father. I didn't dare to look him in the eye. I had to say in a panic, "Come on ... let's go ... don't run into rush hour ..." "Don't worry, eat first, then go." Dad's words completely surprised me, and I froze at once. Later, he said, "No, no, I have to go back to school to review my lessons." Mother listened and said anxiously, "that won't do." You have to eat anyway. There is no need to study so hard. Only by having a healthy body can we study hard. " On the contrary, I feel a little uncomfortable and guilty, so I have to sit down. My mother quickly cooked me a bowl of noodles.
I was about to move chopsticks when my mother took the bowl, cooled it for me and then brought it to me. I picked up chopsticks and looked at that long and thin face. As long as my parents care and work hard, it will never be broken by the outside world. Tears welled up in my eyes when I was immersed in eating. From the moment I can remember, my mind was full of parents' joking and unreasonable efforts and their "returns". Unconsciously, there was only soup left in the bowl, which became salty, and I felt a little sour and guilty. At this time, I also reacted: my parents had not eaten, and their stomachs were not good ... Before I could say what I was talking about, they stood up from the sofa and pulled me to the car. Dad didn't say much, just said, "Let's go, it won't be long." No one spoke along the way. I just looked into my father's eyes from time to time in the mirror, revealing a kind of expectation. I quietly think about tomorrow, next week. ...
After this "gentle education", I ended my wasted time, opened a chapter in my life and embarked on the road of purely pursuing my dreams.
A rain came without warning. ...
The rose bushes in the corner were so delicate, but a rain made her lose her vitality and crouched down. Beads of rain reflected harsh light on her, as if proudly announcing her victory! I looked at her lifeless appearance, and felt a burst of sadness in my heart: you see, I worked so hard to grow up, but I still couldn't survive a reincarnation, and I quietly collapsed. Just like myself, I have worked hard for so long, but I still can't get anything in return.
I don't think I can draw anything good by rubbing the drawing paper into a ball! Faced with this hopeless journey, I sometimes want to give up, but vaguely something seems to be dragging me, telling me not to give up. I closed my eyes and got lost.
The next morning, when I saw the wild rose standing in the corner again after the storm, I swept away my previous malaise. Looking at her, I suddenly felt the shock of listening to thunder in the silence; At that moment, I couldn't help wondering: what is the beginning and what is the end?
I looked at that little vibrant rose, and my heart was shocked, and my eyes flashed with different colors, which was fleeting. Didn't she get knocked down? Instead of struggling so hard, growing up desperately, and even facing unpredictable disasters in the future, why didn't she give up? Vaguely, I seem to have touched the answer, but I don't seem to have it.
Finally, when I saw her again a few days later, she was full of vitality, like a phoenix reborn from the fire, even worse than before. So tenacious! It's amazing! When the wind blows, wild roses sway freely in the wind, shaking a fragrance into their hearts. An unspeakable emotion spread in my heart. Finally, did she succeed? She found another beginning and started another journey?
I looked at her vitality in the wind and finally understood that failure and suffering were not the end, but a new beginning at the other end. As long as there is hope, there will always be a beginning.
My heart seems to have been touched violently. I picked up the brush again and started the next cycle.