Spring is the beginning of all seasons; Morning is the beginning of a day. Everything has a beginning; The beginning contains hope ... please write an article on the topic of "beginning" according to your personal experience or feelings.
Requirements: (1) Style is not limited (except poetry). (2) No less than 600 words.
(3) Don't include the name of the school and the names of teachers and students in the composition. The first candidate in Beijing must have a painful start behind his success.
I have dreamed of becoming a ballet star since I was a child. I put on a beautiful princess dress and pink ballet shoes. Then, I stood on the stage of my dreams, gently lit the ground with my toes, slowly rotated and rotated ... Finally, this wonderful opportunity took care of me. With my potential and enthusiasm, I was allowed to transfer to the third-level ballet performance class.
My star path starts from here. This is my first day in this huge training room.
Pushing open the training door, I saw: there are mirrors all around, so beautiful! Half-open glass window, the sun shines in from the outside, golden, as if my dream is shining. I put on my beloved dancing shoes and walked into this "dream" training room.
"get down! Lower your back! Why are you always one step ahead of others? " The teacher's reprimand once again made me understand that everything starts from scratch and everything has a beginning, but my beginning is very bitter. "Press it down and hold on!" In order for me to press my leg well, the teacher simply sat on my leg and pressed my leg down hard. He straightened my body and let me face my front legs. I was struggling with tearing pain.
I held back my tears because I knew that everything had a beginning. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? After my unremitting efforts, finally, on a sunny morning, the teacher happily told me, "You can stand on tiptoe."
I finally put on my pink shoes. Suddenly, I was very excited, but this excitement was quickly replaced by loss. A road full of thorns unfolded before me.
I calmly hold the handle, hold my chest and abdomen, and lift my breath; I slowly arched my instep and stood on tiptoe. It hurts! I understand this is just the beginning. An hour passed, and I kept repeating this boring action; Two hours have passed and I'm still practicing.
Finally, I couldn't help it. "It hurts!" I shouted. At this time, I was sweating like a pig, and I felt that my pores were expanding and the sweat on my forehead kept overflowing. I can't tell the sweat and tears from my face. I just feel that they are rushing to overflow.
I know my feet don't meet the requirements of ballet, but I will work harder than others. Because I firmly believe that the initial pain will definitely bring the sweetness of success! After my unremitting efforts, I was finally discovered by Bole and became the best candidate for ballet solo performance.
In order to practice dancing well, I make time every day. After every exercise, I can put my legs where others can't, and the feeling of stretching is hard for others to feel.
On the stage, beautiful colored lights gathered on me alone. I dance happily. I am a little princess who dances on tiptoe. Finally, the beautiful curtain call won the warmest applause from the audience.
I did it! Behind success, there is always a bitter beginning. As long as you have a persistent spirit, a belief and never give up, the bitter beginning also contains a kind of sweetness ... [Composition topic] Read the following materials and write as required.
Spring has arrived, and the lawn in front of my house is full of red and green vitality. A middle-aged man who had just moved couldn't bear to trample on the lawn when he came home, so he took a detour.
Unexpectedly, just upstairs, the old lady next door greeted me with a smile. Some words surprised middle-aged people: "I've been thinking all day and I'm a little worried." What kind of person is the new neighbor? " After a pause, the old lady added, "When you just bypassed that lawn, I began to get to know you and knew that I had nothing to worry about." Life is often like this. Deliberate actions often can't shorten each other's distance, but an occasional detail and action will build a beautiful bridge between people.
Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "the distance between hearts". You can record experiences, write stories, make comments and express your feelings.
The style is self-selected and the topic is self-drawn. The name of your school, as well as the real names of teachers, classmates and myself, must not appear in the article.
The distance of the soul in the morning and the crowded bus can be said to be a scenery in Beijing. Although air-conditioned cars are expensive, rich people still want to be cool, so congestion is inevitable.
The conductor looked at the two elderly people who hesitated under the bus: "Hurry up, everyone who goes to work after these two stops will get off and get a seat soon." So the old man came over with their little granddaughter.
Children are less than the height of buying tickets, and adults seem to have trouble breathing, but people sitting around have no idea of standing up. The conductor seems to be well aware of this phenomenon, so no one encourages everyone to give their seats to their children.
In fact, I have long been used to this indifference. It is said that most people who take air-conditioned cars are highly educated people who work in office buildings. The fashionable term is "white-collar" class.
But the indifferent expression and the advanced clothes seem to have a meaning of refusal. After two stops, a pregnant woman finally got off. At this time, the conductor motioned the child to wait for the seat. I was thinking that the child was finally not squeezed, but something unexpected happened-a middle-aged woman sitting next to a pregnant woman naturally moved to an empty seat and a fat man sat down.
I think my expression at that time can only be explained by surprise. This man, who seems to have no symptoms and discomfort, actually grabbed the seat of a child less than one meter. His peace of mind made me unable to think of any words to describe him. I don't want to guess whether the visitor to Beijing will sit down, or what effect it will have on the little girl. She may become a member of these so-called "white-collar" classes in the future, and maybe she will be happy to give her seat to others in the future.
2. My favorite song composition (sailor) My favorite song is "Childhood". Although it is not as fast as Jay Chou's song, nor as energetic, gentle and elegant as S·H·E's song, every time I think about it, I feel an indescribable feeling, which reminds me a lot.
"The teacher's chalk keeps writing on the blackboard, waiting for class to end, waiting for school to end, waiting for my childhood ..." Listening to this sweet song, I can't help but think of my childhood. The time and money I wasted is really a bit like "Young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad"!
When I was a child, I often had no intention to study and was very playful. I always leave piles of homework and go out to play with friends. I often buy some useless things before spending money. At that time, I thought it was okay to spend some money happily, but I never thought about how my parents made money. Although I am not the "boss", I am no longer a naive and romantic little girl who knows nothing. Maybe I can work harder, but I wasted so much time before, and sometimes it hurts to think about it! Cherishing time means cherishing life. This is a sentence that many people often talk about, but who really understands it? Maybe many people really can't do it, let alone us? But although we really can't do it, we just have to live every day well and make every day full. This is also my forever optimistic trick. I always think that we should eat when we should eat, play when we should play, learn when we should sleep, put aside all unpleasantness and let nature take its course, don't we? The song "Childhood" not only gave me visual enjoyment, but also gave me a lot of inspiration and made me understand a lot. Also let me know that time is not infinite, life is short, but there are many things to do in this short time. So, I like this song, and I love this song even more ... It reminds me of my childhood, which is a waste of time. ...
3. My favorite song sailor 600-word composition network My favorite song is Childhood. Although it is not as fast as Jay Chou's song, nor as energetic, gentle and elegant as S·H·E's song, every time I think about it, I feel an indescribable feeling, which reminds me a lot.
"The teacher's chalk keeps writing on the blackboard, waiting for class to end, waiting for school to end, waiting for my childhood ..." Listening to this sweet song, I can't help but think of my childhood. The time and money I wasted is really a bit like "Young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad"! When I was a child, I often had no intention to study and was very playful. I always leave piles of homework and go out to play with friends. I often buy some useless things before spending money. At that time, I thought it was okay to spend some money happily, but I never thought about how my parents made money.
Although I am not the "boss", I am no longer a naive and romantic little girl who knows nothing. Maybe I can work harder, but I wasted too much time before, sometimes I think.
4. My favorite song Sailor My favorite song Class 4, Chengguan Primary School, Linze County, Gansu Province (1) "Row, boats add fuel to the flames, beautiful white towers are reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls ..." Whenever I hear this song, I will sing along, because it is my favorite song-"But let's row!"
Qiao Yu, a songwriter, and Liu Chi, a songwriter, wrote the song "Let's Make Double Slurry". When singing this song, such a beautiful scene comes to mind: in the lake of Beihai Park, we are boating in the water, and the beautiful white tower is reflected in the water. There are some green trees and red walls around the White Pagoda, which makes it more beautiful.
Strong sunlight flooded the lake, and the fish in the water looked at us enviously and listened to our happy songs. After a day's homework, let's go and play. I asked your partner who arranged a happy life for us.
Singing "Who has arranged happiness for us", I seem to see the Red Army soldiers go forward bravely, drive away the invaders and create a better life for us. This song made me understand that our life is hard-won. We should study hard, serve the motherland in the future, and make our motherland more prosperous and strong.
5. My favorite song Sailor My favorite song Class 4, Chengguan Primary School, Linze County, Gansu Province (1) "Row, boats add fuel to the flames, beautiful white towers are reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls ..." Whenever I hear this song, I will sing along, because it is my favorite song-"But let's row!"
Qiao Yu, a songwriter, and Liu Chi, a songwriter, wrote the song "Let's Make Double Slurry". When singing this song, such a beautiful scene comes to mind: in the lake of Beihai Park, we are boating in the water, and the beautiful white tower is reflected in the water. There are some green trees and red walls around the White Pagoda, which makes it more beautiful. Strong sunlight flooded the lake, and the fish in the water looked at us enviously and listened to our happy songs. After a day's homework, let's go and play. I asked your partner who arranged a happy life for us. Singing "Who has arranged happiness for us", I seem to see the Red Army soldiers go forward bravely, drive away the invaders and create a better life for us.
This song made me understand that our life is hard-won. We should study hard, serve the motherland in the future, and make our motherland more prosperous and strong.
Zheng Zhihua's 600-word sailor's composition is like his father's scolding and his mother's crying. I will never forget it-I was young and poor at that time and lived in a small mountain village in the depths of an almost closed mountain.
Occasionally walk into a small town, and your song "Sailor" has become popular all over the country and spread all over the streets. Your voice, not gorgeous and perfect, is deep and bitter, dark and dumb.
I was conquered by your singing in an instant. From then on, I knew your name-Zheng Zhihua.
After listening to all the songs in your album, I realized that it was not your singing that fascinated me, but your poetic lyrics. In this style, you wrote your innocence when you were young and your yearning for the outside world.
When I was a child, I liked to roll my trouser legs by the sea. When I walk barefoot on the beach, I always imagine another world at the end of the ocean. I always thought brave sailors were real men and always looked weak. You describe your growth and helplessness in the process of growth. When I grow up, I work hard for my ideals and gradually ignore the news of my parents and hometown. Now life is like acting, saying insincere words, wearing a hypocritical mask, and always deceiving yourself with trivial achievements. There will always be a period of emptiness, and a little alcohol anesthesia can always fall asleep. You described people's waste of ecological resources and your desire to return to nature.
The asphalt road in the city is too hard to step on. Proud and ignorant modern people don't know how to cherish the ocean and the world destroyed by civilization. Only by staying away from the crowd can I find myself breathing freely in the salty air. You can borrow the mouth of a sailor who has experienced vicissitudes of life to tell those who are unhappy in life. What is the pain in the storm? Don't be afraid. At least we still have the pain in this storm. Don't ask why you listen to your songs, just like listening to a poet who has gone through many vicissitudes. Recite your painstaking poem-you describe the lost child in the lamp on the star like this. 1 The rising sky is a man's sky. The boy who once dreamed under the starry sky didn't know how high the sky was and how far the sea was, but vowed to take you away to the horizon. I was young and frivolous, only when I was lost in the dark did I find myself vulnerable, watching you cry and thinking about staying away. My home is lost and helpless in reality. Now the sky is dirty. In the civilized sky, the stars can no longer see the sky. In fact, the sky is not high and the sea is not far. The human heart is actually higher than the sky and farther than the sea. I learned to lie and pursue fame and fortune. I lost myself in reality and found my fragility. I watched you leave with tears in your eyes, thinking about the boundless future. After an epiphany, I yearn for the light. Years later, a heavy rain woke me up and I suddenly fell asleep. The neon lights in the city are no longer flashing, and there is a faint starlight sneaking away in the sky. Your eyes are still waiting for me in the distance The light illuminates my door so that the lost children can find their way. The light lit up my future and let the lost children find their way. The light illuminates my door so that the lost children can find their way. Lights light up my future and let you warm the hearts of children with a little light. What you describe is the ordinary people at the bottom of the game world.
1 Consciously realize your civilian status and cruel reality. The world is too verbose, and there is no right or wrong. Ordinary people like me, who cares if my boss has no money? Even if you don't like me, what can you do? Without the support of money, the betrayal of love, the pain of drowning in wine. When my lover left me, I didn't say why I was sad. I learned to drink every time I got drunk, but I never made a mistake. After waking up tomorrow, I still wronged the reality, but I never gave up. How can I be happy or unhappy? Don't ask me such boring questions as what to come, what to go and what to go. I'm not sure anyway. I don't have to push myself too hard. I have my pain. Playing crazy and selling stupid all have dreams. Do not laugh at me. Maybe one day you and I will meet again. Open your eyes and see that I am a hero. There is a faint sadness in the detached mentality after seeing through the world of mortals. Smile is too sweet, tears are too salty. In the end, it is inevitable to become too worried. The future is too far away. Why don't you play game with me? I have tasted the ups and downs of human feelings. On the way to see through the Jianghu, I couldn't help myself. I can no longer wander around the world freely. Smile is too sweet, tears are too salty. In the end, it will inevitably become too much trouble. The future is too far away. Why don't you accompany me to fight wild with the world? You described the fleeting life as a epiphyllum in "Don't cry the one you love the most". Don't cry, my favorite person. Tonight, I am like an epiphyllum blooming in the most beautiful moment, and your tears have withered. Don't cry. The person I love most knows that I will never wake up again and blink in the most beautiful night sky. My eyes are the brightest stars. Do you remember when I proudly said that I had been to this world? Don't tell me what eternity is. I was destroyed at the most brilliant moment. Don't cry, my favorite person tonight, I am like an epiphyllum blooming in the most beautiful moment, and your tears can't be pulled back. Don't cry, I love you the most. In The National, you criticize the corruption of current politics like a screaming fighter. A great project takes 300 years to build, a small thing takes six years to build a small island country, a dirty corrupt official in Taipei covers the sky, and a beautiful lie can never be realized. The slogan says that everyone has money, and the gap between the rich and the poor will never be realized. Pretend not to see, this is no longer an island suitable for good people to live in, and money is not important. This is no longer an island suitable for the poor. I have worked hard all my life and can't even buy a house. You have a keen insight into the real life of ordinary people.
The pretentious punk you described accomplished nothing like this. A Fei and his woman left their hometown and stayed in Taipei for several years. Teddy boy is full of ideals, but he still achieves nothing. Teddy boy began to complain and get tired of everything around him. Every time a punk gets angry, that woman looks particularly pitiful. Day after day, A Fei spent all the money he had. A Fei can't afford rent, cigarettes, meals and drinks. His woman lives by making money from that woman in the lounge. Living in this real world, it is inevitable to learn to give up a little dignity. Teddy boy's temper is getting worse and worse. Usually, a person feels sorry for himself. Only when he is drunk will he secretly cry and dream about his future. Teddy boy's temper is getting worse and worse. He often wakes up in the middle of the night and sometimes finds that the woman around him is not alone in the dark.
7. Who knows the lyrics of Zheng Zhihua's Sailor and the reason why he wrote this song? Chewing gum in his mouth and stepping on asphalt in his heel, he wandered like this ... "On the streets of Taipei, he struggled hesitantly and shouted through the night sky of the city.
I remember thirteen years ago, his famous work "The Sailor" once spread to every corner of urban and rural areas. At that time, I was only a teenager, and I didn't fully understand the meaning of the lyrics, but I really liked this song and remembered Zheng Zhihua, a singer from Taiwan Province Province who was on crutches. From then on, whenever we encounter setbacks, we can always sing the sentence "What does his pain mean in this storm?"? Don't be afraid to dry your tears, at least we still have dreams ... "to encourage yourself.
Unconsciously, his songs have been with me for thirteen years. From sailors and stars to the middle class, when I was young, I was so wandering ... that I gradually approached the spiritual world of this sailor.
God's injustice gave him a broken limb. At the age of two, he became a "four-legged man" because of polio. He suffered from indifference and bitterness, but he never gave up the pursuit of a better future. He has withstood the wind and rain and fought hard for his dream, because he is a brave sailor who is not afraid of pain.
Years of sweat finally brought enviable success. He became an elite planner in advertising and a red star in music.
However, in that materialistic and indifferent city, no applause or flowers can fill the loneliness in his heart, and no amount of money or beauty can soothe his spiritual wounds. No matter in the advertising company or in the music industry, no one understands his spiritual loneliness and troubles. "I often drink coke and eat hamburgers, but my heart is empty and hungry." How he longed for a "star to illuminate" his "home" and the night of his life. However, "Now the sky is a dirty sky, and no stars can be seen in the' civilized' sky" ("Light the Stars") On the streets of Taipei, a so-called' material civilization', there are no stars like stars, only dim neon lights flashing in the noisy night sky.
When he was injured, he needed emotional comfort. Of course, what he longs for is the behavior of the mind, and what he pursues is the purest and truest "Xiao Fang style". What he misses is "your beautiful braided hair, wrapped around my heart." However, in the colorful street, he only faces a smile with a makeup mask and sees only the charming thighs protruding from the billboard.
Standing on the streets of Taipei, he clearly saw that the world was cold. The bustling city does not belong to him, but his heart belongs to the sea, the sky and the pure nature. He yearns for a sailor's life in which life and nature are integrated. Although there are countless storms, he can wash away the dust in his heart and let his heart fly freely. However, his disability, his identity ... all the realities made him unable to escape from the city. In order to survive, for some responsibility, he must stay, but in the real world, he has to "speak insincerely and put on a mask of hypocrisy." He also asked himself again and again: "Have I learned to give up thinking so that I can live well?" However, for Kafka's crazy admirer, he will never give up thinking, because he is a "sailor", because he is not afraid of pain, wind and rain, because he is persistent.
The conflict between ideal and reality makes the sailor's mind unable to stop. So, he had to wander in the gap of the city, hiding in the click of high heels and asphalt road, looking for the destination of his soul.
"Staring at the unknown front, waving a pair of wings that want to fly, pattering, just wandering ..."
"So drifting, drifting, it is the wind in my hometown that hurts my loneliness; Wandering and wandering like this is just a face that Zhang Yongyuan does not learn to admit his mistakes and does not want to look back. "
Wandering, helpless, because of the loneliness in my heart; Wandering, no regrets, because of his persistent pursuit in his heart, because of the fairy-tale eyes in the sky!