During that time, I was a famous "punk" in school. I loaf around all day and often make trouble. On the way, you can say that you can beat anyone you don't like. This has brought a lot of troubles to teachers and parents ... On the first day of the new semester, our head teacher changed, and the new head teacher is you-Ceng Laoshi. That day, I broke the glass of the classroom. When the headmaster came, you saw my frightened eyes and even said that you accidentally broke the glass ... At that moment, my good feeling for you gradually rose.
After the first mid-term exam, you saw my grades. Instead of criticizing me, you asked me to tell you if you didn't teach well. You weren't angry when I told you that I didn't attend your lecture. Instead, you asked me to come to your house, and you made up lessons for me. At that time, I sarcastically said to you, "How much is a class?" You smiled and said to me, "Do you think I am that kind of person?" I felt that I had put my foot in my mouth at that time. This is the first time I have felt this way. ......
Through your guidance and education, I gradually embarked on the "right track". Soon, my grades changed from the bottom of my class to the top 30, top 20, top 10, top 5, top 3 ... I came to you with the first grade in my class in the final exam. When you saw the first report, you almost cried with joy. ......
Time flies, long time no see. I hope I can meet you again with the best results and joy next time!
Love is ... love is ... love is.
"Love: it is a very abstract word, which can't be grasped or touched, but it really exists in our hearts. Everyone needs love, and there is love. A loving heart can be seen everywhere, but there is no eye to find it. Sometimes a small action, a sincere look and a sincere tear are all manifestations of love.
Everyone has love in his heart, but everyone expresses love in different ways.
As the saying goes, "at the beginning of life, human nature is good." . "Everyone is born to be kind, but because of the different living environment and personality, the love for the world has this influence more or less. Some people are delicate, others are indifferent, and this indifference is not the absence of love, but helplessness.
Love is moving people to shed sincere tears; Love is a shock, send yourself out and influence others; Love is a letter, bearing the blessings of thousands of people; Love is a blooming flower that makes others better.
I remember that in May 2008, the earth-shattering earthquake made the beauty of Sichuan collapse, but it gained the love of the whole world.
What impressed me most was the donation from the TV station after the earthquake. On TV, the number of donations keeps rolling, including 20,000, 5,000, 300 ... and constant love. However, I can't forget a number. Although it is only a few tens of dollars, it is insignificant under those huge sums, but I am still impressed. Because it is not an integer, it can be seen that the donor has donated everything he can. However, I don't know who that person is. Maybe an old man, or a poor but great family. I don't know, but it really touched me and made me more convinced that love is in everyone's heart.
In the earthquake, I learned about love, giving and the value of life. I learned the weight of the essence of love, which does not need to be expressed by a lot of materials, because it is the essence of human spirit and a greater wealth. More love will make the world a better place.
A semi-propositional composition would rather be no less than 600 words. Today I long to be ignored.
Ignore, many people may not agree. This kind of disgusting behavior is only used for small things. And some people who are not paid attention to on weekdays have written a particularly wonderful chapter with their own actions, silently interpreting that beautiful scene. They would rather be ignored, but this is for the sake of simple pay.
Cleaners, yes, some people who do jobs that are generally ignored. When the morning breeze had not awakened the vast land, a rickety figure suddenly appeared on the almost empty road. Few people can appreciate this kind of scene. People huddle under the warm bed, seemingly forgetting why the road they hurried through is so clean, and habitually throw away a few pieces of paper. Although the working environment of those cleaners is much worse, they also have a firm and tenacious heart. They know how humble they are in the eyes of others. Maybe they are not so confident, but pedestrians' contemptuous eyes and cynicism are clear. In their world, even the slightest confusion should be removed immediately. Some people lament their hard work, maybe they just have a simple idea: it is my duty to clean the streets. In the process of this practice, it is completely unobtrusive, and if you are not careful, you may offend some unreasonable young people. Even if this contribution is ignored, they should dedicate cleanliness to everyone and the world. You may laugh contemptuously, but it's true.
There is also a kind of neglect called dedication, which may involve the cessation of life. For example, soldiers on the battlefield, when their comrades-in-arms or superiors are killed, will rush at the first time without thinking, shouting aggressive slogans and resisting a fatal shot for their superiors. When the superior sobbed, hugged the man and said a thousand words of remorse. However, he has gone silently. Later, the superior made meritorious deeds and the meritorious deeds were handed down from generation to generation. But the soldier who blocked the arrow for his superiors has no regrets, because he would rather be ignored and put his life and death at risk, but he also wants to save a great man for the revolutionary cause. We laughed and said that he was too stupid. Who knows that the fearless spirit behind it sacrifices more than life!
There are many people in the world who think they are "stupid", but I think maybe they have something they would rather be ignored. Although they don't necessarily know the meaning of neglect, they don't admit that they have that spirit, but they just insist on it without hesitation, insisting on that silence and indifference. ...
The semi-proposition composition "Keep it" is urgent! Urgent! Urgent! Please help "keep love" and "keep heart"
The semi-propositional composition "_ _ self" should be no less than 600 words. First of all, I think what I need to write down most is definitely my careless behavior. To this end, I also learned a painful lesson. I remember that day, we were having the second unit exam this semester. The classroom was silent, only the rustle of answers could be heard. Everyone wants to get good grades in the exam, and no one wants to speak. In a short time, my paper was finished. Then, I checked it again, only to find that it had just passed twenty minutes. Great, there are more than twenty minutes left. For people like me who can't hold their temper, twenty minutes is a torment. Because the teacher didn't allow me to read any more, I had to check it twice, and I simply closed my eyes on my desk.
This time, I can make an "exam taboo". When the teacher saw me resting on my stomach, in order to teach me a lesson, he said to me, "Wu Yongxiang, have you finished your paper?" "hmm" "hmm, hand in the papers and grade them." What! This time I was shocked, and I made an exception and directly approved the points! If there is a mistake, the teacher will definitely scold you-well, you have already finished writing the paper, so why don't you check it well, otherwise the question will definitely not be wrong ... if you hand it in, you are afraid of making mistakes, and if you don't hand it in to the teacher, you will be urged. No way, the teacher's life is hard to break, you have to pay it.
After handing in the paper, I was relieved a lot, because the teacher's answer was my pair, there was nothing wrong, ah, quack quack, a hundred points! Just when I was about to jump for joy, the teacher suddenly said, "Hey, you didn't write all the solutions, so you will be deducted nine points and ninety-one points." After that, my paper was deducted by nine points, and my score dropped from one hundred to ninety-one. Oh, that's tragic. Afterwards, the teacher quietly told me that writing solutions should not only solve equations, but also write "solutions" before application and calculation problems, which is the minimum requirement, otherwise points will be deducted. I also nodded quickly, and I won't dare to make this mistake again.
Time goes by bit by bit, and in a blink of an eye, it is the fighting time of Xiaoshengchu. I also answer questions carefully every time. As a result, I miss a good school every time. I didn't know what happened some time ago, but then I remembered what the teacher said. I'm really sorry and sad!
2. Concentration is the essence
As we all know, I am a "skinny monkey", but as the saying goes, "concentration is the essence" is really good. I remember that time I played football on the playground. I accidentally made it a little too hard and kicked it into the yard of the liquefied gas station next door. I have no choice but to climb over the wall to get it. But it's not easy to get in. The only way is to use the iron fence next to it. I saw that I was as light as a swallow, jumped into the fence in a few steps, and I jumped into the liquefied gas station. I want to get out soon after I find the ball. As a result, who knows, only one small tree can help, and it is very difficult to climb it. However, I managed to climb the tree and climb the wall by my own figure.
This is me, a super careless person as light as a swallow.
Get back a semi-propositional composition of not less than 600 words, I hope it will help you and adopt it!
Get your childhood back.
Childhood is like a building block castle in memory. After careful construction, it is scattered all over the floor, and it is difficult to rebuild it as it is. It just becomes an eternal bubble in a dream. -inscription
Childhood is a kite lost in your hands and flying away, becoming more and more blurred and farther away from you.
Time flies, stepping on the first light of the morning, humming nursery rhymes, carrying schoolbags, riding a childhood paper plane and sailing in the direction of dreams; Lollipop in mouth, happily rippling on the swing, showing naive appearance; Tears and sweat soaked the ivory tower, remembering the summer frozen by the pond, and eyes shining with distant brilliance.
Time has passed, the dance of the years flies, and the youth of cardamom is pure and shy, and it flies by on a bicycle. Her clean shoulders are blown by the wind, and I occasionally take time to sing loudly in the wilderness together, and the breath of youth is everywhere.
Time passed, no cycling, no washing. Every day, the pen is the most in my hand, and the word is the most in my eyes; What I think most is achievement, and what I crave most is miracle.
The boring study life makes us breathless, occasionally looking up at the stars and thinking of ourselves in childhood; Roll on the lawn in spring, catch grasshoppers in the fields in summer, and pick them up under the trees in autumn.
Maple leaf, make a snowman on the flat ground in winter. I'm afraid it's hard to play back to childhood in life.
With the growth of age, a person's childlike innocence and curiosity will gradually weaken, while professionalism and self-motivation will become stronger and stronger. We lost not only our childhood, but also an innocent heart.
When we see the bubbles all over the sky, we yearn for them again; When we hear rhythmic songs, we have hope again; There is a sigh when we feel that we are going to transition from a minor to an adult.
What killed our spirit and spirit? What killed our innocence and pranks? What dilutes our youth and vitality?
Is it just time that let us meet our childhood by mistake? Perhaps it is to realize my dream of staying in school, or it is pushed to the forefront of the college entrance examination. We need to work hard, and we can't grow. Crowd tactics, hysteria, shouting the courage to struggle.
But, childhood, where did you go?
Find childhood, find simple memories, relive pure silence, and give up hypocritical splendor.
Back to childhood, let you and I stay away from this noisy intersection and this treacherous world. Recover childhood, only for the lonely and sad soul, so that the displaced soul has a quiet habitat.
As time goes by, it will extend into a line, so long, so long memory, her name is.
Semi-proposition composition-_ _ _ land, with no less than 600 words at the foot of the land.
There are crystal clear mountains and streams;
There are green bamboo forests there;
Flowers and plants are everywhere;
There is a beautiful name-hometown.
Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds sing happily.
After the rain in Chu Qing, I like to walk barefoot on the grass with rain beads and smell the unique smell of grass and soil after the rain. The spring breeze is blowing, and the earthy smell after the rain is mixed with all kinds of flowers, which permeates the air after the rain. The path in my hometown is my favorite place to stay. Both sides of the road are covered with unknown flowers. Although the faint fragrance is not as strong as osmanthus fragrance, it still attracts countless bees and butterflies. They jumped around among the flowers, leaving the most beautiful images of spring.
The river, which has been silent for a winter, seems to hear the call of Miss Chun, and gradually wakes up from a deep sleep, singing a cheerful ode to joy and heading for the distance. ...
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.
"Out of the mud but not stained, clear and enchanting ..." I like the lotus in my hometown, not only because of its character, but also because of its fresh and pleasant feeling. I like to watch the breeze blowing the lotus leaves, and waves of blue waves appear. A few budding lotus flowers, like shy brides hiding under veils, give people a taste of "a little red among the evergreen trees". Occasionally, several dragonflies fly from a distance and stay on the lotus leaf. Look, their graceful and luxurious posture and round "stage" have become the most beautiful scenery in summer.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Autumn is a sad season, but autumn in my hometown is not sad. Walking quietly on the path in the forest, everything in front of you seems to be red. Looking from a distance, it seems that the sunset glow on the horizon has fallen into the world. Close-up, as if butterflies were dying in the forest, and some fell to the roots, as if the wanderer had returned to his mother's arms; Some fall into the stream and swirl, just like saying goodbye to the mother of the tree.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
I like snow, so I like the world wrapped in white. I like to stand by the window and watch the snow cover everything outside. Snow, falling in the wheat field, set up the quilt of wheat; Snow fell on the branches, forming pear blossoms. ...
There are no rows of tall buildings;
There is no road extending in all directions;
A city without noise;
But that's where I often hang out-my hometown.
How can I repay you, my-(a semi-propositional composition of not less than 600 words) How can I repay you urgently, my mother?
You gave me life, you taught me love, you taught me to be a man.
-Notes 1: Life
My concept of life and life has always been vague, so I don't know how to cherish life, and I don't understand what it feels like for one person to give another life. Mom, for me, is nothing more than a close person, just like those friends I love, no difference.
She is my favorite friend. She always said, "You are a child who doesn't understand the meaning of life." Before that, I never thought about the value of life. She is going to be a mother, and it pains me to see her so miserable every day! Is the child a kind of "torture" for the mother? But she still smiled ... suddenly, my mother appeared in front of me. Mom, she; I can't tell her from her mother. Their shadows are superimposed. I seem to see how painful, bitter and tired my mother was when she gave me life. At that moment, I seemed to understand that my life value was bought by my mother! My life is not only mine, but my mother bought it with ten months of pain!
Yes, my mother gave me life! And what can I do to compensate you for your ten months of hard work and the danger of losing your life for ten months? I can't do anything! I can only cherish life and protect it!
Debris 2; love
"am I a cold-blooded person?" I asked softly. "no!" Fish, answer me firmly! "Then I am an enthusiastic person! Is it a person who will love? " Xiaobai said, "Of course!"
It seems like a long time ago, I was just an overbearing child, willful and ignorant of love!
It seems that a long time ago, an angel came to me and God said to me. "From today on, she will teach you how to love!"
Friends keep saying; "You are such a polite boy! I just smiled and thought it was because I loved everyone. Mother's love is the ocean, and I am a scholar boating on this ocean! In this vast ocean, I know what love is; In this boundless ocean, I learned how to love; In this blue ocean, I know what it's like to love others! Although maternal love is sometimes selfish and selfish to the world, it can only love me! But I still learned from my mother to love the world, life and everyone who helps you.
Yes, my mother taught me love. What can I do to repay the love you have given me for more than ten years? I can do nothing but love everyone around me with the love you taught me!
Segment 3: Being a Man
I have always been self-centered and don't know how to be a real person! I know that selfish people are not real people; I know that proud people are not real people; I also know that stubborn people are not real people.
Mom said, "A real person is a modest, generous and generous person who can listen to other people's opinions!" " "
I am a selfish person! Very selfish, I never give my things to anyone!
Once, I cried because you gave my toy to someone else. You just said, "Girls should be generous, just a toy, there is no need to cry!" " "However, it was forgotten by me. A few months later, the child with my toy came again. I hid all my toys. But the child didn't take any of my toys, but brought me a puppy! Mother said, "Don't be so selfish, you will have unexpected gains!" " "At that time, I had a word" generosity "in my mind. At that time, I learned to share with others, understand others and listen to their suggestions!
She said, "You are such a sensible child!"
Maybe I can be an honest and generous person!
Mom, I don't know what else you taught me, but these are enough to benefit me for life. Mom, how can I repay you?
I asked God, in the next life, let me be your mother and love you with deep love! Let me teach you to experience life in the simplest way! Let me protect you with my whole life! Love You!
"Mom" is the first sentence I said in a gentle voice. According to my mother, when I was a child, adults taught me all kinds of words. For the first time, I said "mom" in a childish voice. Maybe this doomed my love with my mother!
I still remember when I was a child, I was too young to eat. You chew up the food and feed it to me. You taught me to walk and write by hand. When I was a child, I was weak. You're the one who stayed up all night looking at me ...
These bits and pieces, scenes, are deeply imprinted in my mind. I remember another time when I was in kindergarten, you took me by bike every day. It was raining that day, but you didn't bring rain gear, so you took off your coat and put it on me for fear that I would get wet. Later, you had a fever ... things became blurred. I only remember that time, I was so sad that I shed tears. Although it is very common and small, it may happen to any mother. However, this incident is of great significance to me, because it let me know the taste of maternal love for the first time, and it is a sweet "butterscotch".
Mom, I will remember your love for me bit by bit, but you have done too much for me. What can I repay you?
Every time I look at your black hair and one or two silvery white hairs, I will think of every minute you have worked for * * *, and my heart is always sour!
Since I was sensible, a firm belief has entered my mind. Mom, I will repay you with your double love for me and let you taste the sweetness of love.
I can go far and far, but I will never leave the square in your heart; I can fly high, but I can never fly out of your loving heart. Because I am very young, but your love is great. I will never walk out of the square you love, because it is beautiful and the sugar there is sweet!
What can I do to repay you? My mother! Although I don't know how to repay you, I will definitely make you feel very happy! Let you be the happiest mother in the world and taste the sweetest "milk candy" in the world!
Thanksgiving parents-the color of love last Sunday was my thirteenth birthday, and many guests came to our home that day. After the excitement, menstruation told me: "Thank your parents, because with their support, you can enjoy the joy and happiness of life in this colorful world." Afterwards, I often think: Yes, my parents gave me life and gave me meticulous care. I thank my parents. If I were a painter, I would paint my parents' love in various colors. Since a cry pierced the delivery room, how much effort and sweat my parents have spent weaving a protective net of love, which makes me feel that spring has given grass a chance to sprout. It was my parents who gave me a green life, thanks to my parents. I painted my parents green, which is also my parents' favorite color. Father is a mountain, mother is like a river, the mountain embraces the river, and the river moistens the mountain. I am the seed of happiness in this mountain and this river. I grew up on the mountain and enjoyed the bitter water, so I grew up healthily. Thanks to my parents, I painted them white. When I was a child, no matter how busy my father was, he would take time to take me to the bookstore and help me choose books that were helpful to my study. No matter how busy my mother is, she tells me stories every night. She holds a story book in one hand and caresses my head in the other, listening to her gentle and clear voice and looking at her beautiful smiling face. I was taken into the sea of books, the world of fairy tales, and the palace of literature by my mother, where there is a blue that is both true and illusory. If my mother is a ship, carrying me to the ocean of knowledge, then my father's love will be the sail that supports my sailing. Out of gratitude to my parents, I drew a blue stroke for them. Whenever I do something wrong, my father won't hit me. He always patiently tells me what to do and teaches me to be honest, trustworthy and brave. I remember everything he said, but my mother couldn't help saying a few words to me, but harsh words couldn't hide her kindness. I am grateful to my parents. I painted them yellow. Since I entered primary school, I have gone through many exams. When I did well in the exam, I showed my excellent results to my mother. She just smiled, without too much praise. When I didn't do well in the exam and put my dazzling red score in front of my father, he simply said, "Nothing, just try harder next time." Failure is temporary. We must build up confidence and overcome difficulties. It will be sunny again tomorrow. " In fact, I understand that my parents did this to tell me: "Winning is not charming, and losing is not embarrassing." So I painted this kind parent bright red. Thanks to my parents, I thought a little and drew with strokes. Deliberately blend all kinds of colors, draw the colorful life my parents gave me with all kinds of colors, and give me a warm home and a solid and warm haven. So I thought, what should I give back to my parents? The ancients said, "A sheep has the grace to kneel and nurse, and a crow has the meaning to feed back." The grace of dripping water, there will be water gushing back. Maybe I will often or occasionally bring them a cup of tea, help them to soften their shoulders, hang their backs, wash dishes, sweep the floor and hum a tune, so that the whole family can be filled with laughter. Or excellent grades, red awards soothe parents' tired hearts. Learn to be grateful and repay kindness. I seem to have grown up at once. I love learning. If each of us learns to be grateful and know how to repay those who help us, I believe that the world will become better and life will be better.
Urgent, _ _ _ _ _ _ flavor, semi-propositional composition, no less than 600 words, junior high school level. The taste of growing up
The annual rings of time have quietly turned for sixteen years, and the silk thread of life has been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but I didn't understand until I knew it. ...
No longer the little girl clamoring for her mother to tell a story, she won't cry for a doll, but often sees herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop worrying her mother and father too much. The taste of growing up is understanding
I don't sing Little Gong Hao as before, but I am often moved to tears by Two Springs Reflecting the Moon, savoring the sad life thoughts left by the blind A Bing. The taste of growing up is to realize life.
Instead of deliberately writing two typos in the exercise book to examine the teacher's eyesight, I am often grateful for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on his forehead and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help have made me have a deeper understanding of "spring silkworms die, and night candles burn their wick." Therefore, no distractions, forget the sea of books, bow to the case and work hard until dawn. The taste of growing up is gratitude and reward.
Instead of arguing with classmates over a disagreeable sentence, I often drink a steaming cup of Kuding tea in the dead of night, watch the dark blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.
The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.
The taste of growing up is a fish in the sea, eager to jump over the Longmen and swim in the sea.
The taste of growing up is that a bird in the sky longs for freedom to fly high and the sea of clouds fights freely.
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Experience the taste of growth. It seems sour and sweet, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sad and sentimental. It bothered me 16 years, and then let me immerse myself in my soul forever. ...
Semi-propositional composition: _ _ _ _ _ (not less than 600 words) The song in your heart.
Listen to the trickle of praise for life; Listen to the surging waves of tenacious struggle; Listen to the sound of wind and rain, which tells the story of vigorous growth ... wonderful music ripples in your heart and mine, and there is a crisp song in that pure heart.
The years are seamless and the water is rushing; An exciting song of life sings the hope of pursuing our dreams. It turns out that life needs a song, and everyone has that song in their hearts. ......
If grandma Bing Xin didn't sing the life of "successful flowers are soaked with tears of struggle", how can we meet the storm and accept its tenacious struggle? Without Zhang Haidi's brave and strong song of tears, how can we have the determination not to give up when we are lost? If Helen Keller didn't sing the song of faith of bravely seeking knowledge and conquering herself, how could we still struggle for knowledge in the storm? Without Newton's thoughtful song about gravity, how can we explore the truth of life? Little me, in the journey of life, I try to fly forward and chase my dreams. I have experienced many failures, so in the test of God, I learned to face the storm bravely and challenge it. Challenge yourself and conquer yourself ... because there is always a song in my heart, a song that never gives up:
"If you choose the ocean, don't be eager for smooth sailing."
"Since you have chosen the road, don't rush to find flowers all over the road."
"If you choose the blue sky, don't long for rain or shine."
"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" This is a song of life that pursues dreams and never gives up. In my heart, there has always been that song telling me to pursue my dream and never give up. Unscramble the firm determination in navigation; It proves that the song of dreams is the biggest fulcrum behind the flower of success.
Life needs a song, and it needs a song "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain". Sing! Sing! Sing the song of life, the song of dreams and the song of strength with your heart. If we need a song in our hearts. Then don't our nation and our motherland also need a song? If the songs in our hearts are promoted to the national anthem, and the national anthem is regarded as the most precious song in our hearts, then our nation, our motherland, will soon take off ... Sing! Sing the song in your heart, the national anthem. At that time-the national anthem is the song in the heart, so use the song in the heart to interpret dreams, life and our nation.
Did you hear that? How wonderful the song of hope in my heart is! Sing! Sing hard! -Fly! The songs in our hearts, let the songs in our hearts fly to everyone's hearts, and then-you will hear-our songs, the songs in our hearts. ......