2008 full score essay for the middle school exam in Jiangxi Province "Sometimes, I want to" semi-proposition essay

Sometimes, I want to be capricious for once

Behavioral I never thought of rebellion; obedient I never remembered to rebel; but quiet I, at times, would like to be I want to be a good boy.

When I was a child

Looking at the window of the long-awaited Winnie the Pooh, my heart has indescribable joy, I believe that soon I will be able to have it. However, my mother was holding a thick dictionary in her hands, she said: "Only read good books, grow up to be able to have success, and then what you want to play on what to play." So I said goodbye to the window, took the dictionary, and left reluctantly. As if the heart lost something, I know, that is a child should have childish innocence, but now by a pair of invisible hands tightly strangled.

In elementary school

"I'm sorry." I looked apologetically at the table that had to "move". The air was eerily silent with a suffocating element in it. She left silently, her diminutive figure branded a heavy mark on my soul, very reluctant to part with her, but - "sitting with a poor student will affect your studies, it is best to change to a good student for you, I'm going to go find the teacher." Mom's words were still ringing in my ears. My heart suddenly drew tight, a precious friendship can not even have? I am speechless.

In middle school

When the winter vacation came, I was hesitant to choose between "music class" and "math class". I loved music, but I knew that studying was just as important. I'm not one of God's favor and gifted children, excellent results, need to be more than double the other people's hard work and sweat to strive for, I trembled. Mom, I'm sorry, let me be capricious for once! So, I stepped into the "music training class" as I wished, mom just silent, and then muffled into the room, the heavy sound of the door shutting let me hesitate, in the end I did wrong?

Now

I never realized that my voice was so beautiful, and I was satisfied with the flowers and applause, and I thought that my mother would understand. But the reality is so cruel, one early morning, mom whispered to dad muttered: "this child, if at first enrolled in the 'math training course', learning certainly will not fall." These words were just heard by me when I woke up and passed by, my heart seemed to be pierced by ten thousand arrows, dripping blood pain. When I handed my mother the certificate of "First Prize in the Music Competition", she looked at me with a complicated expression and left silently. A gust of wind blew away the award, and also blew away the tears that had fallen, and blew my heart to pieces. Starting and stopping, no one cares, what's the use of having it?

In my sleep, Winnie the Pooh smiled and waved to me; a long time apart from the table held my hand, whispered a "long time no see"; on the stage, I confidently to the audience to show the singing voice ......

I know that the road ahead is very bumpy, but I still want to go on, I want to go on, I want to go on.

I know the road ahead is very bumpy, but I still want to go on, in my own way, no longer a doll at the mercy of others, I want to face the storms of life by myself.

Early morning sunlight into the woods, naughty dewdrops on the ground bloom a small flower, I opened my arms, breathing the free air, free really good! Sometimes I really want to be free for once.

[Comments]①New form and beautiful structure. The use of "montage" technique intercepted the self-growth process of four scenes: childhood desire for Winnie the Pooh, elementary school when the table left, middle school when the choice of "music training courses", and now the mother reproach, disdain for their own music performance, in the form of subheadings skillfully put together. ②Sincere feelings and profound ideas. The author reproduces the true inner thoughts and choices, and these, time and again, were rejected by the parents, turned into a "doll" at the mercy of others, which makes the author and the idea of "sometimes, I want to be capricious," to do a free and easy Self, a true reflection of today's society, the parents of the child's freedom to bind the status quo. The language is beautiful, the sentences are flexible, fluent and natural. I believe that every reader who reads this article will stir up the inner emotion***song.

2008 Jiangxi Province midterm full score essay "Sometimes, I also want to" semi-proposition essay

Sometimes, I also want to write a book

Sometimes, I also want to write a book ......

The starry sky of the summer night , carries too many of my dreams. I meditate and wish I could write a book with my youth.

Sometimes, I want to learn from Lu Xun and write a book like Chaohua Xiushu. The years are in a hurry, and we have silently hidden the past in the bottom of the box of memory. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to record the moment when beautiful flowers bloomed. I want to quietly recall in a bright morning when I was a child and my buddies building blocks of joy, slowly recalled the elementary school and friends quarrel and make up after the sublimation of friendship, and carefully recalled my junior high school life of the sweet and sour and the present dream, to be a few years later in a twilight and then open the closed door of the heart, wipe off the memory of the dust. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to keep the good fortune of the past. Into the night, and then let the warmth of the moment and the sweetness of the past with the pillow.

Sometimes, I also want to follow the example of Yasunari Kawabata and write a book like "The Dancer of Izu". Maybe it's because of the pressure of studying, I am carrying a heavy shell like a snail, and I can hardly breathe. I want to write a book that dances in my heart like the innocent dancers of Izu; that blossoms like a flower in a pure world, releasing the most perfect life with a pure heart. Sometimes, I also want to write a book to record a heart without distractions, not let the world's soot blinded eyes, detained their own steps forward.

Sometimes I would like to learn from Ostrovsky and write a book like "How Steel is Made". Life has taught me that difficulties in life are inevitable and we should tell ourselves to be strong. I want to be a soldier like Paul, face challenges with a smile, meet my dreams with youth, release the rays of sunshine in my heart, and powerfully write down my motto - Youth is made like this! This reminds me of the Wenchuan earthquake, an ordinary and tall figure, those survivors who survived with their own beliefs and courage, is not the same as Paul, interpretation of a perfect life? Sometimes, I also want to write a book, like a warrior, with strength and courage to build their own myth.

Summer night under the bright starry sky, I meditate, life is not a book? We need to live every day seriously, put aside the distractions and use strong will to write it. I made a silent wish to use the most beautiful brush to write the most brilliant chapter.

Sometimes, I also want to write a book. However, have not yet put pen to paper ......

2008 jiangxi province midterm full score essay "sometimes, I also want to" semi-proposition essay

Sometimes, I would like to bring the bag of dirt

"Often go home to see home to see ...... the elderly do not want children to do much for the family, a lifetime is not easy, just figure a peace and quiet." When I saw the essay exam question, I remembered this song. In the past six months, whenever I hear this song, I always have a feeling of trepidation in my heart. The song reminds me of my parents and the bag of dirt. Sometimes, I want to take that bag of dirt with me.

My home is in the mountains, and I am a native mountain man. I used to keep company with the birds and flowers in spring and the cicadas in summer. But the hardship of life, the poverty of the spirit, I also from time to time with them. "Children in the mountains have a bad life", this is a popular saying in the mountain folk, my mother often recited to me since I was a child: "You must study hard, and in the future you must get out of the mountains." I firmly remembered these words, for my mother, but also for myself. When I was in elementary school, I traveled five or six miles over the mountain road to school every day, and my grades were always in the top three in my class. After graduating from elementary school, I was admitted to the experimental class of a key middle school in the city.

The day I came to the city to go to school, my mother took me all the way to the school. Before settling down, my mother took out a small cloth bag and gently said, "My son, take it. I looked at the bag in her hand, looked at the hand crawling with vine-like veins, and asked in disbelief, "What is this?" My mother said, "Son, this is a bag of soil from the vegetable patch in our backyard." I was puzzled: "Mom, you pack it to the city for what?" My mother said, "Mom is afraid that if you go to the city to study, you will be proud and homesick! When you're proud, when you miss your mom and dad, you'll look at this bag of soil, think about the folks in the mountains, think about the hard life of the folks. If you don't study hard, in the future you'll have to go back to the mountains to serve this land." "I don't want it!" I said a bit unhappily, "I won't be proud, don't worry." Looking around at the students coming and going, I said to my mother, "Hurry up and throw it away, don't let others see it." The mother's face suddenly darkened, I threw down a sentence, "I'm leaving, you go home," and walked to the dormitory without looking back.

Three years, that bag of dirt will occasionally slip from the dream, let my heart throb, especially last semester I was addicted to Internet cafes, often do not go home on both days off, but called to tell my mother that homework is tight, so that she will send the money and clothing to the school ......

Last year's winter holiday over the small New Year's day, my mother in and out of busy, a burst of warmth wrapped me! I was holding a book, but my heart was always distracted. Suddenly, "in my nightstand to help me get scissors, I just killed the chicken, dissect the chicken for you to eat." Mother made me call. I pulled open the nightstand and a familiar small bag appeared in front of me. After handing the scissors to my mother, I went back to my parents' room and carefully opened the layers of cloth, yes, it was really a bag of clay! My heart began to tremble as I opened the handful of soil that was permeated with the flavor of home and my mother's love. Inside the already dry soil, there is a note: "Children, walk your own way, must really get out of the mountains!" Crooked words, a stroke is the interpretation of a mother's love, a word penetrates the child's remorseful heart.

I dare not imagine that day the mother from the school back to the mountain all the way to the mood, this bag of soil was not thrown away, the mother even took it back to the mountain home, hidden into the nightstand. A packet of dirt, hosting my mother's heart for me how heavy ah.

The sunshine of the mountains may not be warm enough, and the vows of the mountains may not be loud enough, but the love of the mountains is always big enough to embrace the whole mountain and melt all the cold hearts. New Year's school, I picked up the bag of soil ready to put into my bag, want to bring it to school, pressed under the pillow, remembering the mother's hopes and expectations. My mother found out, stared at me for a while, and without saying a word, took back that cloth bag.

Really, sometimes I want to take that bag of dirt with me! I firmly believe that when that handful of dirt is there, the dream is there!

2008 Anhui Province, full marks essay: "I get happy in the" semi-proposition essay

I get happy in the listening

I like to be alone, I love in the spring when the flowers bloom, I find a good place to go, quietly listen, listen to the sound of the flowers blooming.

In the complicated and changeable red dust, in the shackles of the world, I only through this way, to find the moment of eternity, get rid of all the thoughts, so that the beauty of nature, to dissolve their own mind exhaustion, from which to get the moment of happiness.

The blossom is a representative of the shortness of life, and her splendor is only a fleeting moment, but she blossoms at the critical time. She tells me the splendor of life, although only a moment, but it is very real. After all, all life will eventually turn into dust and go with the wind, short-lived real as a meteor rushed past, but also in the journey carved a gentle trace, then buried in the flood of time. Every life, are thirsty for even just a moment's attention. So I know, life does not care how long, but care about the meaning of, bumming around for a hundred years, not as good as a brilliant moment, because this moment of happiness, can affect a person's whole life.

Under the scorching sun, the sunflower alone in the blazing bloom, she seems to be burning like fire, burning the passion in her heart, never because of this vicious environment and complain, discouragement, but the more light the more intense, she used the petals of the water droplets, to bring a few cool to this difficult afternoon. She does not care how many people stop for her, she is just alone to realize the value of their lives - for the open and happy.

Lotus, she "out of the mud without dyeing", "in the straight outside, no branches, pavilion net plant, fragrance far from the Qing", she used her pink and pure petals, tell people she has a heart that does not follow the current, she has a pair of noble and proud sentiment. She told people that a gentleman should be like this. She told people that the gentleman should be like this, in the distance to maintain the beauty, in the beauty of the transmission of happiness.

Flowers bloom with love, flowers fall with love, listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling, as listening to the eternal life. Life is a beautiful flower, swinging on the sight of the beautiful is also listening to the beautiful, blooming beautiful sometimes without too much rhetoric modification. Flowers bloom, speechless; flowers fall, speechless. That dazzling beauty, who has never been ignored, the sad happiness, has never been forgotten.

Flowers bloom speechless, unchanging logic, and the real beauty within is little known. When we gaze at the street windows, we see the numbness, pallor and cruelty of the face, in the competition for money and power, we have lost the beauty of standing and listening, but also in the confusion to give up a piece of pure land within themselves, in fact, give up the pursuit of happiness happiness.

Learn to listen and be happy in the sound of blossoming and falling flowers!

Master Teacher's Comment

The article focuses on listening to the sound of blossoming flowers, and writes successively about three representative flower species, such as the blossom, the sunflower and the lotus, which have the sound of blossoming as well as the sound of falling flowers. Their dynamic sound, originally can not be heard, but in the author's ears and mind, but heard the sound of their changes, is so true, and from it gained happiness. The theme is clear.

The prose is based on perception, and the concentration point of perception is on the flowers, through the flowers to the metaphor, to reason, to love, so the language is spiritual, inspiring, each paragraph ends, there are flowers, the main body of the display, there are happy the center of the clear, and in the writing of the flowers on the basis of the expression of their own deep views on life, on society, vivid description, deep perception, interesting.

2008 Changzhou City, full marks in the middle school exam essay "you in my heart" proposition essay

You in my heart

Red hopes, green dreams, just because you are in my heart - my language.

Is that you? Language. Beautiful, flamboyant, euphonious ...... I can't use any words to modify you. Li Bai's cloud sails embellished the sea, Xin Qiji's eyes disoriented sword light, Wen Tianxiang's passion echoed throughout the zero ding ...... Because you are in my heart, language, I read ambition, persistence, patriotism! Invite the fullness of the bright moon, raise the wine goblet of the lofty, I wandered in your poetry, see the falling red into spring mud, sigh the country broken mountains and rivers, praise the DongLi of picking chrysanthemums, sing the top of the heroic. In the embrace of middle school, I feel you, experience you.

Just because you are in my heart, you turn the voice of the heart into a fluttering wings, take me to fly.

Is that you? Language. The separation of human feelings in the Grand View Garden, the three knots of righteousness in the Garden of Peaches, the flurry of entanglements in the Western Scripture Road, the righteousness gathered in a hall of greatness. Because you are in my heart, I read helplessness, unity, bravery, righteousness! Piecemeal-like flowers go with it, burial! Give it a complete home; the world let it be divided, war! Give it a beautiful nirvana; the demon let it come, fight! Give it a painful interpretation; Anne let him beckon, and die! Give it a fulfilling splendor.

Just because you are in my heart, you turn the masterpieces into paving stones, padding me to success.

Is that you? Language. The Miluo River flows more fiercely, the sunset on the banks of the Yishui River is more red and intense, and the waters of Raccoon Creek are more clear and bright. Because you are in my heart, I comprehend Qu Yuan's unboundness, sigh at Liu Bang's ambition, and lament Xishi's parting. I carry you in my arms and measure the density of my heart, but I feel extraordinarily heavy.

Just because you are in my heart, you turn every celebrity into a source of motivation, pushing me forward.

Language, just because you are in my heart, my hope let you color red, my dream let you stain green. Because you are in my heart, my language, let me win in 2008!

Comments

First of all, the topic is precise and the selection of materials is typical. The article defines "you" as "language", which is out of the general understanding (you are a person). The materials chosen for the article are linguistic, from poems to masterpieces to celebrities, all of which are rich in knowledge embodied in the language, showing the breadth of the language.

Secondly, it is well-conceived and perfectly structured. The beginning of the concise language points out the "language" in the author's mind position; and then respectively with "that's you? Language." The beginning of the language in the poetry, masterpieces, celebrities, three aspects of the mind shock; the end of the illumination of the beginning, to do the first and last round, effectively achieve a "clear regulations, rigorous structure".

Again, the language is poetic and evocative. The language of the article is extremely concise and expressive. In the sentence and sentence, paragraph and paragraph, the author consciously create a kind of Qi Mei atmosphere, give people a feeling like osmanthus flowers, not stunning, but the dark fragrance lingers, and will not dissipate!

2008 Changzhou City, full marks in the middle school exam essay "you in my heart" proposition essay

You in my heart

In the middle of the intense study in junior high school, you - youth, in silence into my heart, let me really feel you with the wind. Let me really feel you fluttering with the wind, let me experience you as the sunrise-like vitality, let me learn to cherish you in junior high school life.

You are in my heart, always help me to remember those beautiful visions, in the sound of books, you help me to remember that endless knowledge, let me swim in the sea of knowledge; in the play with classmates, you help me to paint a clear picture, let me always remember this wonderful time.

You are in my heart, I use that calm heart, feel your life as a flower, beautiful but easy to wither, if you do not go to take care of, it may be too late to beautiful before the smoke disappears. Feel your footsteps like the wind, come and go in a hurry. Now sitting in the examination room, I feel most y, because I realized that I have missed too much. I felt your figure as the rain, hazy but sentimental, if you do not go to grasp you, will be turned into tears, broken in the heart.

You are in my heart, I marvel with all my heart that even if you meet with setbacks, you will still have a firm and persistent dream; you are as if that a thick book, can be filled with joy, but also can write down the lonely, you seem to be like a treacherous mountain. Let me know that only climbing will win, struggle will succeed; but your footsteps will never stop because of me. You are the most beautiful scenery in my junior high school life, beautiful and spectacular, recording my joys and sorrows. Catch you, cherish you, let you into my heart; have you, praise you, I seem to have the vigor of the sunrise.

You are in my heart, let me appreciate your melody that doesn't stop because of the obstruction of wind and rain, let me cherish your steps that don't stop because of waiting. I realize that struggle is your essence, your value is brilliant because of the struggle; sweat is your nutrition, your life is rich and full because of the sweat soaked; tears are your solvent, you create a strong body because of the baptism of tears.

You are in my heart, giving me the courage to catch you, giving me the heart to cherish you, you are in my heart, so that my junior high school life has become so full, so that my knowledge has become so rich, thank you - youth, I go back to always keep you in my heart.

Review

The examination room essay, the first thing to do is to buckle the topic, this article closely linked to the center, the choice of novel materials, writing their own perception of youth. The tone is high, after reading a sense of freshness, the beauty of sunshine, which should be rare in the middle school students' work.

2008 Fuyang City, the excellent composition comments to the "calendar" as the topic

The calendar of life

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.

I don't know how long it's been since I visited her. There are just the vague traces of childhood, her face with what looks like shiny silver threads, with the years settling in.

"Jingle bells", a phone ringing in the morning woke me up from my sleep, and the moment I hung up the phone, I froze. It felt like the world was drowning me in an instant - my grandmother had been in a car accident. When I rushed to the hospital, she was already lying in the intensive care center. Tears welled up in a flash. I took my grandfather's instructions and went back home to get a change of clothes.

Or that old house, laden with the flavors and memories of my childhood. Hesitantly walked up to the attic. Into the bedroom, the memory of the flavor of a surge out, is her flavor. Glancing over, I saw several large calendars on the desk, torn messily into one by one. Walking over to take a look, the front of the calendars were ordinary, with ordinary dates, and the words on the back froze me in my tracks, "February 2003, Nui Nui went home with her parents today." "May 2003, Nui Nui called today to tell me to put on more clothes." "July 2004, Nui Nui had her promotion exam today." "February 2005, I looked at my daughter's picture today." "March 2005, Nui Nui hasn't come back for three months." "February 2006, my daughter hasn't called me for a long time." I flipped through all the torn calendars like crazy. On it were details of the days and what had happened between me and her, time to the hour and minute. I remembered with some disbelief, but with heartache, how she had written this little bit at her desk in front of the dim light with her old glasses. How long has she not come back, how long has she not called, is it the busyness of school, or the alienation and indifference of growing up? And how does she, in turn, pin her hopes on this calendar, expecting me to be the same pouting inamorata I was when I was a child again?

I packed up this calendar, which was full of her hopes, and returned to the hospital. Looking at the hospital bed in front of her head wrapped in white gauze is still in a coma, tears once again out of the dike. I held her hand tightly and silently pleaded with God not to take her away from me.

The face on the bed is still the same face that loved me and loved me when I was a child, with its shiny silver threads and the calmness between its brows. I quietly that full of my heart's desire of the last calendar paper, stuffed into her hands, murmured: "Grandma, you quickly wake up, daughter to see you, daughter will not let you count the calendar again, quickly wake up ......

Review

The examination, writing "The article is a good example of the kind of work that can be done in the field. This article belongs to the best of its kind. Sincere and strong emotions give this article to a strong ink tension and infectious, and good writing skills and make this emotional expression both full and full of sound. The idea is vivid and not vulgar. Unlike many candidates who take the "calendar" as the background of events, the author takes the "calendar" as the center of gravity of writing and the carrier of emotions, and chooses the most familiar, deepest, and most moving materials from his own life, thus avoiding the topic and material drift and emotional emptiness that many essays are guilty of. The first is that it is not a good idea to use the same kind of language, but it is a good idea to use the same kind of language, but it is a good idea to use the same kind of language.

Techniques

There are a few high-pressure lines that must not be touched in the midterm essay:

1. Although most of the topics are now essays, but it is also necessary to write around the topic, otherwise, in case of change of the teacher's brain is not good (-_-), sentenced you to a biased topic, you're s set! I don't care if you are dissatisfied with your teacher or the education system or even socialism, you can't write about it! Anyone who dares to write, hmm... Hm... Hmph ......

3. Too much personality It's good to have personality in your essay, but not too much. The midterm essay in the content should not be too new, the form can be appropriate to pursue novelty. Last year, there is a student in my school, the writing is clear, clear thinking, gas cover the mountains and rivers ~ ~ ~ Unfortunately, he is in the article in support of early love, the results of the death of ...... ( Everyone has seen the hero it)

And a few examination room skills

1. words written must be clear!!!!! Remember!!! It doesn't matter if you don't write beautifully, but you must be clear! This determines the grade you get. Also, write in top space.

2. If you're not particularly good at writing, remember that the beginning and the end must be well-written. The teacher will not be able to read all the essays when you actually change the paper, but mainly the beginning and the end, that's for sure.

3. The intention can not be profound, but not too old. Older material is destined to have only passing marks when it is put up.

(I believe that not many people nowadays write about being sick at night and their mom carrying them to the hospital~~~)