In my sleepy eyes, I saw your figure, your thin but vague figure. For two years, I have been thinking about you so much; Wake up in the middle of the night and cry for you; I want to rely on you most. ...
Do you remember? In the past, at school, there was not much trouble. As long as I stop at home and smell mouthwatering food, I forget everything. I always rush into the house, throw down my schoolbag and shout at you, "Grandma, I'm home!" " "I clearly remember that in the kitchen, under the" boom "range hood, you came back and saw me, walked over and pushed me out of the kitchen. The greasy touch still remains on my skin.
When I am in trouble, I want to rely on you most.
Soft dust flies in the dim light and falls on your silvery hair. You lean back on the old mahogany couch, and your favorite tin opera is on the radio on the Eight Immortals table. You hum along, turn over a yellow cookbook at hand, and mutter a few words from time to time: "My little daughter has grown up, I have to make it up for her." Inadvertently make a little noise and disturb you. You looked at me standing at the door and said, "Girl, how about having a virgin chicken today?"
When I grow up, I want to rely on you most.
Open your eyes, they are white, and your eyes are full of weakness. When you watch it, you will see that you rushed into the door in a hurry. As soon as you enter the door, you will shout to the parents sitting opposite you: "You can't even manage a child. How many times have you been hospitalized this month? " Turned around, looked at me morbidly, and said distressfully, "What happened? Is it better? Grandma brought your favorite bone soup, have some! " You gently lift my back, gently pick me up, sit up, look at my left hand full of pinholes and say with distress, "I'm holding it, you eat!" " "Looking at your gentle eyes, I see your tenderness and sadness.
When I am weak, I want to rely on you most.
"I ask you to be careful every time. Why do you only take this exam!" Whenever my mother's reproach sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door, you raise your eyebrows and urge your mother: "The children say she tried her best. What's more, she is so excellent and there is little room for improvement! " Grandma, you know, if I had an iron at this time, I really want to iron your wrinkled eyebrows!
When I am wronged, I want to rely on you most.
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Wake up suddenly from a dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years since you left me. Your face has changed from familiar to fuzzy in my heart, but what I want to rely on most is you. In the kitchen, the food is not so fragrant; Under the light, there is no tin drama, no menu; When you are sick, you lack bone soup; When I am blamed, I lack your help, but what I want to rely on most is you.
In 2008, the senior high school entrance examination in Xuzhou took "looking back on growth as the topic" with full marks.
Review growth
I love the most beautiful touch; A trickle, I held the clearest one; Looking back at the forest, I love maple leaves most; Looking back at the footsteps of growth-don't forget the boundless fortitude.
When I was seven years old, I loved to watch the Journey to the West, and the Monkey King was my belief. Even if you can change, you have to endure the ridicule at the foot of Wuzhishan. One pressure is 500 years, and the other is wind and rain. Who can stand so tragically and be deified by a monkey? This is the beginning. Even lonely, it is beautiful. A gentleman can bend and stretch. Monkey, that's the way it should be.
/kloc-when I was 0/0 years old, I fell in love with the romance of the Three Kingdoms. At first, I just liked fighting and killing, admired Guan Yu and hated Cao Cao. That night, I failed in the exam and couldn't sleep. I was moved that Cao Cao was the hero. The general's painful experience after losing his son and soldiers in Wancheng; The prime minister of the Han Dynasty laughed at Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu when he lost Huarong Road. After cutting his beard and abandoning his bubble, Wang Wei skillfully used double agents, and even suffered setbacks, he did not forget his ambition to unify the world. Unlike Liu Bei, who was burned in a 700-mile joint venture, he could not afford to get sick after returning to Baidicheng. Different from taking the sun power of Jingzhou, the inheritance of guarding fathers and brothers is to claim the emperor facing south. Cao Cao reached the peak of strong romance. "Old horses lurk and aim at thousands of miles; Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. "Tso's poems are very enjoyable!
I woke up that night. I am invincible in difficulties and setbacks. I learned to be strong.
13 years old, I am getting older and more arrogant, but Whose Biography has turned me upside down. They all have great achievements, and they are all hard-earned people. They groped for progress in the long night, and strength was the beacon in their hearts. Even if they can't see the light, they will show their strength to the maximum. Beethoven continued to compose music after he was blind, and strength was the note of his music; In the church, Michelangelo devoted himself to carving, although he didn't want to. Being strong was his inspiration, and he persisted until the end of his life. The arrogant flame in my heart slowly goes out and turns into a calm spring.
I am 15 years old this year. Looking back on my growth, I understand a sentence: "Heaven has given me a great responsibility, and people must first suffer their minds, work their bones and muscles, and starve their bodies, and do everything they can." Since God has left a great responsibility to you and me, let's set out with leaders! To struggle, to struggle, to realize the promise of life!
In 2008, the senior high school entrance examination in Xuzhou took "looking back on growth as the topic" with full marks.
Review growth
Looking back on my growth path, it seems that there are more dust and fewer scars. Along the way for several spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have never tasted the gains and losses on the road to growth.
Lin Haiying opened her closed eyes for me. Blowing the dust on the surface of Old Things in the South of the City, I recall Eiko's childhood. "Eiko, no matter what difficulties you encounter, it will pass in a while." When his father's flowers fell one after another, with the graduation eulogy, Eiko grew up and was no longer a child. Are there always some sadness of parting, joys and sorrows of life and death, and depravity in the process of growing up? A sink? Looking back on Eiko's growth, I see that she is strong.
The confusion and confusion in my heart were erased by Hu Shi. Turning to my mother's page, I also appreciate Hu Shi licking the scar on his sick eye when he was a child. The word "truth" shows a mother's love for her son and her love for her children without regrets. Our growth can not be separated from parents' efforts and upbringing, and every bit of growth is soaked with mother's blood and tears. Looking back on my growth, I found that I had forgotten a lot. . . . . . .
The fire of nirvana in my heart was lit by Lu Xun for me. Looking back at Lu Xun's growth, I opened the pages of Scream and Hesitation, and read what I saw and heard in my growth, but what I saw was the desolation and desolation of my hometown caused by the incomplete revolution of 1911. Saw the sad Kong Yiji; Seeing a polite sister-in-law being bullied, she lamented her misfortune. . . . . . . Lu Xun abandoned medicine and followed the literature, criticizing the darkness of society and the numbness of people's hearts with a pen-condensed into a "Flowers in the Morning", standing at the peak of literary history!
Looking back on our growth, we learned to be unyielding. Looking back at our growth, we have learned to be grateful. "But how much love is there for an inch of grass?" ; Looking back on our growth, we have learned from ignorance to seeing the society clearly, and waking up to "the world is cloudy and I am alone"!
Learn to look back on your growth! Accumulate the bits and pieces of growth, when the birthday song is remembered again, you can enter a new growth journey without regrets!
In 2008, Yichang City, Hubei Province, with the topic "My season is my master", got full marks in the composition.
That year should be the winter that God gave me.
Dad resigned from public office and went into business. He goes back and forth tirelessly from home to the factory all day. Every night when I sleep, I can see my mother sitting in the living room waiting for my father. Finally, the factory was improved, but I didn't expect the factory to catch fire, and my family's savings and my father's hard work were burned.
After that, all I saw was my mother secretly wiping her tears, my father sighing and several relatives who lent money to my family to set up a factory. How many times, I have a draft in my heart and want to say something comforting to my father, but those words are stuck in my throat like gravel and I can't spit them out.
I became more and more silent. In those days, after I came home from school every day, I hid in my room, didn't do my homework, stared at the ceiling and thought about something at sixes and sevens. Why did this disaster come to my home? Want dad to pay like this and get a scar, is it worth it? So confused for a long time, until my mother found out my change.
Mom sat me on her lap, stroked my hair and said, "Baby, what's wrong with you?" Is there anything unhappy? "I shook my head and said nothing. Mom paused for a moment, put her hand down and asked softly, "Son, if you are unhappy, mom is your best listener." I couldn't help it any longer, crying and saying, "Mom, I don't want to see you and Dad sad. You're not happy and I'm not happy. Why did the factory burn down? "Why is our family so unlucky?" Mom froze, and it took a long time to speak, but she also choked up: "Don't cry, son, we are not without anything!" " At least we are healthy, at least we still have hope to come back! "Listening to my mother's tireless and gentle words, the frozen injury in my heart gradually melted until it disappeared.
Mom is right, a person's life is so long that it can't be all spring! Thank God for giving me winter. Even if there is biting cold, I will learn to be strong and smell the fragrance of Xiangmei. Even in winter, I will give it new meaning-let me learn to be strong and understand that as long as there is hope, I can start again.
Even if my season is cold winter, I will make it beautiful!
My season is my call.
Smell the flowers, the grass is in front of us, the snow melts into spring, and birds sing in the world.
The word "youth" reveals the taste of spring mud everywhere. Young people don't belong to proud summer or beautiful winter, but we are us, colorful spring.
Ice and snow, like smoke, disappear, no nostalgia, no unbearable. Raise your hand, we are the real heroes in the class. Looking up, we walked on the way to school with our heads held high. The pure campus is full of spring, no fame, no sadness. In the ocean of knowledge, we set sail, and on the road of life, we will never hit a telephone pole and never look back! At the peak of culture, we stand proudly, at the bottom of our hearts, we will never give up, our youth is full of pride, and we will never be conservative.
Wandering in spring, we are resolute and decisive; Spring flies and looks back like a dream.
Smelling the fragrant rice, carrying the charm of the old saying, I went to Qiu Lai in spring and laughed at the sunset.
The word "youth" sometimes reveals the taste of autumn leaves. We don't have Taibai's heroism as a poet, and we don't have Li Qingzhao's national hatred and family hatred. We are still us, with charming autumn charm.
The flame is gone and the sun is still setting. No sorrow, no sorrow. Wave a hand and wipe away the tears of injustice, and we are more mature. Shake your head and erase your sadness. We are still looking up on the way to school. The bright examination room is still familiar, and I don't want to bow my head after the exam. After the storm and waves, we set off again, knocked down the telephone pole, and moved on! We will never fall when we are hit, and we will never let go until we see the finish line. The enthusiasm of our youth remains the same, and we must stick to it.
Our youth, our autumn and our season are our masters, and we will never bow down on the road of life.
In 2008, Yichang City, Hubei Province, with the topic "My season is my master", got full marks in the composition.
My season is my call.
My season should be spring like flowers. Every tiny and intimate fragrance is filled with my keen breath, sprinkling the flower of dreams into every inch of rainbow-like clear sunshine and trying to sprout. -inscription
"Our class should choose a classmate to participate in the whole school English speech contest on behalf of the class. Those who think they have strength can recommend themselves." The words of the head teacher are still ringing in my ears. I know that as an English representative, I am undoubtedly the best candidate, and my classmates are also looking forward to my action. However, as an introverted child, I never dare to speak in public. I always give a speech in front of the whole school, which is a great challenge for me! But, but, how eager I am to stand in the center of the stage! The focus of eyes and the shining of incandescent lamps have been woven in my mind countless times. This time, it is the best opportunity! "What's the matter?" Dad saw me frown and asked. I poured out my grievances to him, and my father woke up after listening to me, pulling me and saying, "Let's go, look at the outside world, spring is coming!" " "
When I settled down again, I was standing in front of a rape field. Oh! A large number of flowers, golden eyes covered. Like a group of sentries, they straightened their green waists and held on to their posts. Clusters of flowers, smiling faces, facing the spring breeze, shaking their brilliant faces. "I have blossomed", they laughed, "I have blossomed", they shouted.
Looking at it, I seem to see a blooming life! Yes, a life in full bloom! They are proud, they are proud, they are happy, just because they are in full bloom in this season that belongs to them!
"This is your season too!" Dad said slowly. I was shocked, yes, this is my season, a dynamic season, a struggling season! In this season, I also want to bloom, bloom my own brilliance, like those warm flowers!
The next day, I went to the head teacher in high spirits and said loudly, "Teacher, I am confident to take part in this competition!" " "The teacher looked at me in surprise, and I smiled: In the spring of life, I should bloom like a flower, because my season is my call!