Competition can make people get meaning from it; Competition can make people learn from mistakes; Fighting lies is even more unusual. ...

Ruthless years are gone forever like running water. The past is forgotten in my mind, and even the exciting award-winning scene is hazy. Only one thing left an indelible impression in my mind, which is still vivid today.

It was a beautiful spring day, with flowers blooming and flowers falling, birds singing and flowers smelling, and even the soft soil gave off a fresh fragrance. Everything in front of us is so beautiful! The "Ding Lingling" class began, and the students rushed into the classroom to sit still and wait for the teacher. At this moment, the door opened and the teacher came into the classroom with a smile, cleared his throat and said, "Students, there will be an exam at noon today." As soon as the voice fell, the audience began to talk noisily. "Why did you take the exam again?" "That's great. I worked hard this time. I can do it! " ……

Time, the old man walks so fast. After the exam, the students took the papers and began to work at once. There was a sudden silence in the classroom, only the sound of a pen rustling. I picked up the test paper and looked at it. It's really simple! I did it carefully one by one, and I got to the reading section in the blink of an eye. I answered this question confidently. But the good times didn't last long, and soon a topic entangled me like a fishbone-so difficult; But when I look at it again, it seems that I have encountered this topic before, but my mind is blank. The more anxious I am, the more I can't figure out a way. At the moment, I'm really like an ant on hot bricks-I'm in a rash. Then a bad idea flashed through my mind-reading. But I am a young pioneer, how can I do such a disgraceful thing! But in a blink of an eye, if you don't do this, the first place will be gone. I thought and thought and made a wrong decision. I touched my head with trembling hands, and a cold sweat had inadvertently flowed down. I secretly opened the book, and after reading the answer, I quickly closed the book in lightning speed. "What are you doing?" My deskmate's words startled me, and I said incoherently, "Nothing … Nothing … Nothing." Seeing that my deskmate is fine, I won't ask any more questions. God, this tastes terrible!

After that, I felt like a heavy stone in my heart, and I couldn't breathe. Mental accusations and psychological pressure make me very painful. Looking at the red scarf on my chest, I feel guilty. Finally, I got up the courage and walked to the office. ...

Although I didn't win the first prize that time, I was relieved. I won the game by lying. That time was the end point for me to clear the evidence of lying and the starting point for my honesty.

2. The essay on the topic of competition is bathed in the sunshine of love.

There is one thing that can soften the heart of stone; There is one thing that can make a gloomy life full of hope; One thing has the power to bring back the dead. This is love. Love makes the world beautiful and decorates life.

When I was a child, love was a lollipop, a new dress and a sweet kiss from my mother. Now I always feel that love is like a vague shadow, and I can't find a clue. Love seems to be behind this shadow, but it refuses to show its true colors. I always try to find it, but it is like playing hide-and-seek with me, sometimes drifting and sometimes disappearing. It was not until I gave up my pursuit and calmed down slowly that I was surprised to find that love was by my side and always accompanied me.

I saw dad's back, bent back. It is this back that bears my childhood dream. Every day when I go to school and after school, I spend it on this back bend. Dad tells me jokes, stories about great scientists, stories about great men … I lean on my broad back and don't have to worry about the wind and rain, because dad has blocked everything for me. Now, I no longer lean behind my father, but take on the "work" of rubbing his back. I take this as a reward. But every time I face my father's crooked back, I can't help crying.

I see mom's lips, warm lips. Mom is not good at words, but I am always willing to talk to her. She always listens silently and then tells me, "Do what you want! I believe you can do better! " Whenever I take part in various competitions, she always likes to bend down and gently kiss my face before I leave. Yes, I'm used to it, too That's enough, isn't it?

I saw the teacher's eyes, deep eyes. It is these eyes that comfort me when I am discouraged; Give me encouragement when I make achievements; Give me strength when I am flustered and afraid; When I make a mistake and get lost, give me a warning ... it is these eyes that have been paying attention to me and let me never give up and go forward!

I finally understand what love is. Love is gratitude, hope and protection from any harm. And that vague shadow is my father's back, my mother's lips, my teacher's eyes and the care of all those who love me. It turns out that I have been bathed in the sunshine of love.

1 Good and evil are only in one thought.

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha from underground.

The prodigal son will never change his money.

4 often introspect

3. The competition between the writer and the chicken with the theme of "competition" I am thinking about today's composition at my desk.

Suddenly, a chicken caught my eye. It has a red comb, powerful claws and a beautiful tail. It holds its head high, its head high. It jumped on the railing of the roof, walked on the catwalk, but accidentally fell on the awning (possibly lacking calcium).

The host rushed to the scene and tried to invite it up with a wooden stick, but the rooster thought it would hurt it, but the effect was just the opposite. The rooster was so scared that he jumped up ... I closed my eyes at that time, but maybe it didn't deserve to die. It just landed on the awning on the fifth floor. The master didn't stop there, but found a longer stick and tied a big pocket. Imagine that. In order to make the "fish" take the bait better, the owner spread the umbrella and tied it to a wooden stick. Now the chicken can get up safely in the "elevator" of human beings with a light jump, but it seems that it has not been played enough. Anyway, it won't come up, and the umbrella swings from side to side, just to let the chicken fly. I think, this time, no matter what, it will not be shattered, but will become a cripple, doomed. But God gave it face, and it just landed on the air conditioning awning on the second floor. Looks really lucky.

Very gentlemanly. As the saying goes, heroes don't suffer immediate losses. It seems that it doesn't care at all and closes its eyes.

But I didn't know that his master was at a loss for this, which broke my brain. Now, it is still there. Although it is only a few minutes, it is so exciting and exciting.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I quickly picked up a pen and recorded it meticulously.

4. The essay title of Senior One is a contest. Companions say that time is like running water, and it always passes quickly, so it is difficult to catch up. But I don't think so.

Every time I come home from school, it is already night arrival. Every time I finish my homework, it's already half past nine in the evening. I am not reconciled. Why is time always faster than me? Why? I am determined to race against time to see who is better.

"Ha ha! I won, it only took me 5 minutes to eat! " There was a cry of excitement from the dinner table at home. My mother came over and asked me, "Silly daughter, what's so happy?" I proudly replied: "mom, I won the time, I am faster than time!" " "Just as I was immersed in this excitement, I suddenly patted my head and rushed to the room, shouting," Oh, my God! "I'm going to lose!" The mother on the side was stunned and muttered, "Why is my daughter so abnormal today?" I quickly took out my exercise book from my schoolbag, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and couldn't help shouting again: "Oh, my God! It is already seven o'clock! " I grabbed a pen and attacked one homework at the fastest speed. At 7: 15, 7: 30, 7: 45, 8: 00 sharp ... "Yes! It's over! " I was so excited that I jumped around the room like a rabbit, and my heart was as sweet as honey.

The next day, I got up early in the morning, probably because I was too excited to sleep last night. I started my "time plan" again: 2 minutes to brush my teeth, 1 minute to wash my face, 1 minute to change clothes, and 5 minutes to have breakfast ... After all, I looked at the clock, which was 10 minutes ahead of schedule and 30 seconds ahead of schedule. "Yes!" I shouted happily again. Mother came out of the big room and said reproachfully, "Keep your voice down, my brother is still sleeping!" " You really, why are you screaming! "I can't help but shut up. When I got to the classroom, I told my classmates my "time plan", and everyone said with admiration, "You are amazing, I am much slower than you! "I listened to it, and my heart was full of joy. We were silent for a while, and I said, "Hello! Why not make a "time plan" for yourself, and we will race against time together! " The students applauded while listening.

A few weeks later, at a class meeting, the teacher said that many parents told her that recently, children have become more and more diligent and master time. I listened, she giggled, and this is also my credit!

Now, I solemnly declare: "I won the game with time father!" " "At the same time, I also understand a truth: time will never wait for you, it depends on how you grasp it.

5. There was a shout in the essay "Come on, Come on" with the title of competition. What happened? It turned out that the tortoise and snail who won the race with the rabbit were competing!

The little snail looked calm and waited for the tortoise at the starting line early. The tortoise surrounded by a large number of reporters was just about to get on the starting line when a large number of fans surrounded him for autographs. The snail waited for a long time before he saw the tortoise coming arrogantly, as if sure that he would win. As soon as the tortoise reached out, several waiters took off his yellow cloak. The tortoise took a look at the snail and said proudly, "Hum, you little guy really have a good eye." The little snail said solemnly, "yes, you won the rabbit, but I won't give up as long as the game is not over." Even if there is only one percent hope, I will try my best to seize this hope, because I believe that nothing is impossible as long as I work hard! " The snail said this forcefully and confidently, and the tortoise was speechless. His tone was full of anger: "Hum, I will make you bow your head like me and admit that I am the strongest."

Bang, the game started. Everyone cheered for the tortoise and the snail respectively. The tortoise and the snail ran to the finish line at the same time. A few minutes later, the tortoise has disappeared from everyone's field of vision, but his voice echoes in everyone's and snail's ears. "I will wait for you at the top of the mountain." Where's the snail? Still struggling before the starting line, everyone was moved by the persistent spirit of the little snail and cheered for him one after another. The snail heard that everyone was cheering for him and worked harder. He raced against time and kept crawling forward. The tortoise found a watermelon field halfway up the mountain, so he did not hesitate to find some ripe watermelons and patted them hard. He ate half with relish. All watermelons are cold, sweet and sour. Soon all the watermelons went into the tortoise's stomach. After a hearty meal, the tortoise stretched himself and walked slowly forward. How hot it is! Even the leaves are sunburned, and the stone road is boiling hot. The tortoise accidentally fell down. At this time, he found a small pond by the road. The tortoise looked at the sky, then at the small pond, and said to himself, "I don't think snails can catch up for a while." It's so hot, it's better to have a rest first. " At some point, he jumped into the water. The tortoise leaned motionless on the shore and soon fell asleep. Snails dare not rest. He doesn't drink water when he sees the lake, and he doesn't eat when he sees the young leaves. When he passed the lake, he saw the turtle sleeping soundly and crawling forward without saying a word. Finally, he was close to the finish line, but he was dizzy and weak. But the thought that everyone was cheering for him and the tortoise was sleeping soundly, he broke out with all his strength and reached the finish line. He lay down at the moment he crossed the finish line. The sound woke the tortoise, who vaguely saw a small figure-snail on the top of the mountain. The tortoise was surprised, and then lowered its head: "If I had known this, why should I have done it!" " "

6. A 600-word essay contest with the theme of "Competition"

He and I are going to have a real game today. You see, we are in a power race.

We both stood at one end of the table, feet in tandem, stretched out our right hands and held each other's hands tightly. Just listen to other students' orders: "Go!" We did our best to knock down our opponents at once. I saw my opponent's face was red and swollen, and the veins stood out on his hands were obvious. At this moment, I persisted for a whole minute, tried my best and finally defeated my opponent.

At the beginning of the second game, the opponent seemed unconvinced. In an indomitable spirit, he did his best. I finally can't hold on. He won the second game.

The exciting third inning began. We switched places again. Our right hand is under our left hand, and our feet are separated in tandem. In the beginning, we held each other's hands tightly and made every effort to care for them. My right hand is shaking slightly, and sometimes I can't even control it. Not to be outdone, he had thin sweat on his head, but he still held his hand hard to prevent himself from falling. I also firmly insist that we work hard and try again. Five minutes passed, and at this moment, because he couldn't hold on, his right hand was gradually crushed by my right hand. Finally, the students announced "I won!" "

Finally, he said, "I will work hard in the future and win next time."

After school, I walked happily with him again. A real contest can promote the friendship between classmates and inspire people's fighting spirit. In life, "competition" is essential.

7. The essay on the topic of the competition "The 3000 Xizi Olympic Games has officially opened!" With the voice of high-fiber players, the 3000 Chinese calligraphy Olympic Games officially opened. "Let's invite teams to participate." As the music played, the teams entered the stadium neatly. They are "the ancient team with robes and feather fans in their hands, the modern team with suits and ties, the kind-hearted fairy team, the devil team with claws, the genius team with high IQ, and the upright police team". After 8864 days of fierce competition, the ancient team and the modern team finally reached the final.

The contest between the two teams really started! In the high jump, I saw the flea on the drum moving in pajamas and soft-soled boots, jumped a few steps, and then jumped over the highest pole, breaking the world record. Hyundai gave up the gold medal. At this time, Fan Shi found that someone jumped more than two feet with a big stick on the nearby field. Fan Shi refused to accept, grabbed the stick and ran a few steps to jump. At this moment, Fan Shi thought, I can't use this stick yet. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I fell? At the thought of this, Fan Shi threw a stick and jumped, and a carp jumped over the pole. The air suddenly froze, and those mosquitoes in Lian Gang who wanted to suck human blood turned to look at Fan Shi, and people forgot to take back their outstretched tongues. After a while, people woke up from a rude awakening and ran to Fan Shi cheering.

In the swimming pool, the ancient team sent Zhang Shun, and the modern team sent Bobo and robot shark. When the whistle sounded, both players rushed out. Bobo Zhang Shun's breaststroke and backstroke are really great. He can only hear the sound underwater, but he can't see anyone, but Bobo, the robot shark, is no less. The infrared scanner keeps scanning, just in breaststroke.

On the shooting range, "Little Li Guang" Huarong and "Sharpshooter" Mike are fighting it out, and "Little Li Guang" Huarong's archery is really fierce and accurate. Half-meter-thick stone arrow target, an arrow pierced the hole, and the arrow hit a hat of an audience, which made the audience denounce the security of the shooting range and praised Huarong's superb archery, but because Mike's weapons were advanced, two meters of stone tablets were used. Afterwards, Song Jiang comforted Huarong: "Huarong, don't lose heart, but their weapons are advanced. Hum, I don't believe he shoots better with a bow and arrow than Huarong Road! "

It's time to lift weights. In the weightlifting hall, overlord Xiang Yu deserves to be the hero of "pulling out the country and leaning on the world". He jumped up a 400-pound barbell like an electric fan and became a free electric fan, setting a new world record, but Josie, the strongman, was not to be outdone, but in the end, Xiang Yu won.

Javelin, horse racing, running and long jump ... have all been decided, and the two teams are tied. There is no way, so we have to let "Zhi Duo Xing" Wu Duo play a game of quiz. Of course, the ancient team sent a powerful Zhuge Liang, and the modern team sent a "ghost spirit" Jack, who could hit the middle. Zhuge Liang found that Jack actually used his watch computer to check information, and the audience was booed.

The ancient team has won a gold medal, becoming the team with the largest number of gold medals in the Olympic Games.

128th Olympic Games is over. ...

8. A 600-word contest composition. In order not to be bullied by male students, a group of little girls decided to unite to resist, so they got the nickname "tigress". Whenever I hear someone call me "tigress", I feel inexplicably uncomfortable; Whenever I see the tragic situation of people who are "retaliated" and "beaten" by our sisters, I can't help but think of being bullied by others when I was a child. So, I decided to "wash my hands of" today.

The task of today's Chinese class is to revise the composition in groups. Before our group decided who should read the composition first, Jiang Zequan began to grab the composition, and whoever grabbed the composition book would read it aloud. He grabbed my composition book and dragged it desperately, but he tore off the cover of my exercise book. I was so angry that I really wanted to kick him. Just when I was desperate to stand up and kick him, I suddenly remembered my decision-"wash my hands of it." I hesitated: I want to keep my word and can't change it casually. Let him go this time! No, no, it's called habit. If you don't teach him a lesson, he will tear other people's books in the future, and that person will be in trouble! But in this case, don't I have to be called "tigress"? But what? There weren't so many people who bullied you before. Why are you so troublesome? It is because I have been bullied that I know how bad it feels to be bullied, so I can't learn from those who bully me. This is called a fool ... in this way, my faith and the title of "tigress" held a decisive battle. Time is running out, their Armageddon. In order not to be bullied by male students, a group of little girls decided to unite to resist, so they got the nickname "tigress". Whenever I hear someone call me "tigress", I feel inexplicably uncomfortable; Whenever I see the tragic situation of people who are "retaliated" and "beaten" by our sisters, I can't help but think of being bullied by others when I was a child. So, I decided to "wash my hands of" today.

The task of today's Chinese class is to revise the composition in groups. Before our group decided who should read the composition first, Jiang Zequan began to grab the composition, and whoever grabbed the composition book would read it aloud. He grabbed my composition book and dragged it desperately, but he tore off the cover of my exercise book. I was so angry that I really wanted to kick him. Just when I was desperate to stand up and kick him, I suddenly remembered my decision-"wash my hands of it." I hesitated: I want to keep my word and can't change it casually. Let him go this time! No, no, it's called habit. If you don't teach him a lesson, he will tear other people's books in the future, and that person will be in trouble! But in this case, don't I have to be called "tigress"? But what? There weren't so many people who bullied you before. Why are you so troublesome? It is because I have been bullied that I know how bad it feels to be bullied, so I can't learn from those who bully me. This is called a fool ... in this way, my faith and the title of "tigress" held a decisive battle. Time is running out, and their Armageddon is getting more and more fierce. In the end, faith won the battle.

This kind of competition is everywhere, and I constantly beat myself in it. In a word, nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it, you will surely win as long as you have the courage to challenge and the confidence to overcome it!

9. In order not to be bullied by male students, a group of little girls in our school decided to unite to resist, so they got the nickname "tigress". Whenever I hear someone call me "tigress", I feel inexplicably uncomfortable; Whenever I see the tragic situation of people who are "retaliated" and "beaten" by our sisters, I can't help but think of being bullied by others when I was a child. So, I decided to "wash my hands of" today.

The task of today's Chinese class is to revise the composition in groups. Before our group decided who should read the composition first, Jiang Zequan began to grab the composition, and whoever grabbed the composition book would read it aloud. He grabbed my composition book and dragged it desperately, but he tore off the cover of my exercise book. I was so angry that I really wanted to kick him. Just when I was desperate to stand up and kick him, I suddenly remembered my decision-"wash my hands of it." I hesitated: I want to keep my word and can't change it casually. Let him go this time! No, no, it's called habit. If you don't teach him a lesson, he will tear other people's books in the future, and that person will be in trouble! But in this case, don't I have to be called "tigress"? But what? There weren't so many people who bullied you before. Why are you so troublesome? It is because I have been bullied that I know how bad it feels to be bullied, so I can't learn from those who bully me. This is called a fool ... in this way, my faith and the title of "tigress" held a decisive battle. Time is running out, and their Armageddon is getting more and more fierce. In the end, faith won the battle.

This kind of competition is everywhere, and I constantly beat myself in it. In a word, nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it, you will surely win as long as you have the courage to challenge and the confidence to overcome it!

10. Please write an 800-word argumentative essay with the title of Competition 1. "Competition"-a word that often appears in the competition field. Everyone has his own competitors, and I think the real competitor is myself. Usually, I am an impatient person. I always do things every three minutes, and I never finish a thing completely. For this reason, I will never finish it completely. I remember once on my birthday, my parents gave me a gift-2000 pieces of beach landscape. My father also told me that as long as I put them all together, it would be my most unforgettable gift to myself! I didn't understand what it was like. I got up early the next morning. The first thing I did was to take out the jigsaw puzzle and photo frame and sit on the ground and put them together. I worked hard at first, but after a while, my arms felt sore and my eyes seemed to be coming out. As always, blue makes me almost confused about what is blue sky and what is ocean. Facing the whole 2000 yuan. The will to resist is gradually increasing. What is the use of putting them together? Just to add a beautiful scenery to my room. My heart is crying, "don't waste any more time, it's not what you should do!" " Just as I was about to compromise, my father's words rang in my ear-as long as you put them all together, this is the most memorable gift you give yourself! This reminds me of my usual experience of giving up halfway. For an instant, I seemed to understand my father's words. So I gave up the idea of giving up and continued to "struggle". "1683, 1684 ... alas! This business is meaningless! How can there be a place reserved for puzzles that is different from the suggested model? I feel a little depressed, and I have been conquered by my body's resistance. It is easy to give up my idea when I encounter such a thing! Really tired! Give it up! But giving up now doesn't mean giving up all my efforts. I concentrate on finishing two-thirds of the puzzle. I can't believe it. I almost finished it. This blue landscape is about to become more perfect! My mind stopped struggling and seemed to have strength, so I picked up the puzzle on the ground again and continued to shuttle between the blue ocean and the sky. Twenty minutes later, I finally finished this puzzle. At this moment, the joy of success made my body stop complaining and fatigue disappeared. I finally understood my father's words thoroughly. Indeed, defeating yourself is the most precious gift! The contest with yourself is the real contest! This painting has been hanging in my room since it was framed. It has always encouraged me because it has made me understand the truth of lifelong benefit. 2. The contest between "beauty" and "ugliness" is really lucky this time.

My mother decided to visit my grandmother at the weekend. I was overjoyed to meet again after such a long separation and see the beautiful scenery in the park near my grandmother's house. Early in the morning on Sunday, my parents got everything ready and set off with me.

Along the way, my heart flew like an arrow and I arrived at my destination early. As soon as the bus arrived at grandma's door, I got off in a hurry and rushed to the park without entering the door.

I heard my mother shouting "Where are you going" behind me? I didn't have time to turn around, but I said "stop" loudly. Stepping into the park gate, I was panting, but everything in front of me was like a good medicine, which calmed me down a lot. Naturally, I spread my arms and comfortably catered to the beauty that came at me. How beautiful! With the faint glow in the mist, the trees and mountains in front of us are playing with their bodies, making people more and more lovely.

A few birds flickered in the branches, and sometimes euphemistic songs came, as if intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. I can't help but take a step and review the beauty I haven't seen for so long.

The fog seems reluctant to leave, lingering around, not a fairyland, but a fairyland. Many old people are still doing morning exercises. I stopped to feel their youth and vitality. Suddenly there was a shrill laugh not far away.

Looking through the mist, a man and a woman are sitting by the stream, talking and laughing, with some garbage bags around them, which is out of harmony with this beautiful scenery. What a mess. My heart surged and I felt that what they had done was like smearing my face. I can't bear it any longer, I want to resist.

Inadvertently, I walked up to them and said confidently, "Uncle and aunt, would you please pick up the rubbish in the dustbin?" ! Because ... "The voice is still there." Boy, get out of here. It's none of your business! " The boy shouted at me. Somehow, instead of being scared, I raised my voice and said, "It is immoral to litter in public places.

At present, everyone is studying the implementation outline of citizen moral construction. You don't know, do you? "Through the mist, I saw that the young man seemed very angry and his face was really scary. Just when I felt I was going to lose some support, not far away, several old men who were doing morning exercises came to look for voices. In an instant, I felt a kind of power, a kind of power full of beauty and justice, and that timid feeling vanished in an instant.

One of the grandfathers said, "Young man, this boy is right. You should be responsible for your actions. Shouldn't there be morality? " The young man's face suddenly became embarrassed. He didn't answer. After thinking for a moment, they quickly stood up and began to pick up garbage, put it in the trash can next to them, and then ran away. At that time, I really realized for the first time that "beauty" in this world can overcome "ugliness" after all.

The fog seems to have dissipated much more than before, and the sky is much brighter. Everything in front of us, under the sunshine, is more beautiful and should not be missed. After bidding farewell to my grandfathers, I continued my "beautiful" journey.

Along the way, I feel "beautiful" in my heart, and I feel more and more beautiful, and gradually integrate with the beauty around me. Until now, that kind of beautiful feeling is still firmly embedded in my heart. She always inspires me to weave more and more beautiful things in my heart and make myself more "beautiful".