About the composition of grade one 1 the exam passed in a mess, and the students all ran to the teacher, perhaps because they wanted to know the answer early! Looking at them, I left with a tired heart ...
Walking out of the classroom and strolling to the school road, it suddenly began to rain a sour drizzle. However, in that vague, I saw their shadows, which made me feel a little wet in the face and a little painful in my heart! I stopped and saw the reflection in the water, then I knew I was crying! Perhaps because of the rain, I can't tell which ones are rain and which ones are tears, only feeling wet.
Walking, I finally stepped out of the school gate and came to the busy street. Looking at handfuls of colorful umbrellas shaking in my eyes, watching the hurried backs fade away, and watching myself standing here, I realized that I was really helpless!
Suddenly remembered ms. Liu, she said I've changed and become silent! Is that really the case? I have been so vague this semester that I seem to have no feeling!
Think about it, every day, I am just an ordinary student, and my task is just to study, that's all. In my mind, everything doesn't belong to me, and I don't need to pay attention to it!
Ms。 Liu is right, I am silent, I am tired of all this, and I am numb to that kind of reputation struggle! But after I chose this road, I found that I was just avoiding, avoiding teachers, friends, grades and everything I was afraid of. I just use the excuse to escape from my study, just to make myself feel at ease!
At this moment, a fork in the road interrupted my thoughts. Looking at two different roads, I suddenly felt confused and unable to decide, just as I had a hard time along the way!
Yes! It's time to turn around and choose a more suitable road for your future. After all, people should learn to steer their own lives!
After thinking for a while, I resolutely chose a smooth road, a way home. So I took a step forward, two steps, three steps ...
When you pass by my house, you will hear a crisp and pleasant piano sound. That's me sitting in front of the electronic piano playing music, and you will definitely give me a thumbs up. But who knows how many joys and sorrows there are behind this success?
I clearly remember that it was a night in early summer. I sat by the electronic organ and played that boring etude over and over again. Although it is early summer, sweat has penetrated my fancy clothes and blurred my eyes. I think other students may be playing games! But I can only stare blankly at the music. But when I think of the iced watermelon promised by my father, I still frown and play the piano. Gradually, the piano seems to be against me, and the tune becomes boring and monotonous. Only the tempting iced watermelon is left in my mind.
Dad seemed to see my mind, so he comforted me: "Don't worry, calm down, calm down." "Don't eat iced watermelon how calm? Hot and quiet is almost the same! " I pursed my mouth. Dad said: "The feeling after success is cooler than eating iced watermelon. Where is the sweetness without bitterness? The road of life should be a small step forward, as long as we maintain the spirit of optimism and persevere. The difficulties will certainly be overcome. Think about it, how many difficulties do outstanding musicians like Beethoven and Mozart have to go through to get such an honor? There is a famous saying:' plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.' That's the truth. Beibei, believe in yourself! "Dad's words made me return to the piano. Gradually, the music became fluent, and the wonderful music sent me to see it flowing out, sometimes like a trickle, sometimes low and tactfully, sometimes high and passionate. My heart also flew to the dream stage with the melodious sound of the piano. Nothing in the world is insurmountable, only your psychological obstacles and lack.
Self-confidence, this is the inspiration I got from sending this one. Many successful people have suffered many setbacks, encountered difficulties, paid hardships and made efforts. Golden footprints left on the road of life ...
A long time ago, there were no cars in China, only horses, so horses were the means of transportation in ancient times.
People ride it, as sacred as a general; People hold it, as warm as a stove; Then people hold it and be intimate like friends!
I remember once, my aunt took me to watch the horse race. When we got to the stadium, there were so many people there that we rarely found a seat. After a while, the race began. The first fine horse was very beautiful. It was covered with white hair and very bright, like a silver wire. Its four legs are slender and slender, and they grow very evenly. At first, it ran quickly, as if to say, "I am the winner!" " Finally, it succeeded, the time was 1 minute 54 seconds, and it cheered happily. Soon after, the second horse appeared! Its beauty stunned me, and its black hair was incredible! The body is so smooth that there is not a hair, which makes people gasp in admiration. On the whole, it is light in posture and has both spirit and shape, which gives people an unspeakable feeling. It began to run, it was more beautiful when it ran, light and free, its hooves were flying, and it was free and unrestrained. It ran desperately forward, as if to say, "Sweat plus hard work equals success." Finally, it succeeded. Wow! It actually surpassed the white horse and achieved a good result of 1 minute 28 seconds. It screamed and cheered wildly, and what made it even more happy was that the horses behind it did not surpass it. It finally won the game and won the first place. We are also happy and cheering for it. After watching the game, we went home.
In that competition, I learned a truth: a person's success is equal to 99% sweat and 1% inspiration. After watching the game, I fell into deep meditation: it's easy to do one thing, easy to do one thing, hard work and hard work to do one thing well, no matter what you do, you must be confident, self-reliant, self-reliant, dare to struggle, dare to respond, dare to participate, and no matter how big the difficulties are, you can overcome them.
In order to seek freedom, wolves prefer to be independent and free-thinking, running on the prairie every day, killing cattle and sheep at will, enjoying all the delicious food provided by nature as much as possible, lying on the grass after eating, enjoying the sunshine and free air, they are the masters of the grassland, and they have plenty of dignity. However, when the cold comes, they must learn to resist the cold of snowstorms, learn to look for prey under thick snowdrifts, always endure the pain of hunger, and always worry that they will die of cold and hunger.
If we compare people in real life, it is estimated that most of us are living a dog's life, stable and comfortable, but we will never have enough to eat, and we want to leave the owner's kennel, but we lack the courage to cross the rubicon! I feel that most of the career choices of young people in reality are to be working dogs, not entrepreneurial wolves. Maybe many friends will say, where can a fresh student have the capital and experience to start a business? The best choice is to work in the company for a few years, reserve some experience and funds, and then start your own business after a few years if you have the opportunity.
In fact, this idea proves to be very wrong. After working in a college student unit for several years, not only can you not earn the money you need to start a business, but you can't learn the experience and skills of starting a business. What you have learned in your part-time job is basically useless for starting a business, because they have different perspectives, different ways of thinking and different experiences. It can only be said that the only thing you can improve after working for a few years is the technical skills of working, and the last thing you need for starting a business is technical skills.
What is even more frightening is that after working for a few years, young people will generally lose their passion for starting a business, lose the courage of newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, and become more and more addicted to their units. Later, the idea of starting a business can only stay in their hearts forever and become a permanent regret. When I was fired by my boss in my 40 s, I regretted why I didn't come out to start my own business 20 years ago!
Last Saturday, my mother and I visited Xixi's sister's house. Sister Xixi is in the third grade. There are many books and exercise books in her room, and of course, there is the big and beautiful piano. When I left, my mother borrowed a reading book from my sister. She told me to learn to read the short articles when I was free, and let me read them and tell the theme of the article.
This Tuesday, I read the first essay, which is an interesting story. The title of the story is interesting enough, and it is actually "Mm-hmm", which is strange! As soon as I saw this interesting title, I was particularly curious and had an impulse to know what it said. After reading it in one breath, I immediately ran to my mother and said, "Mom, mom, I want to read you an interesting story!" " "Good." Mom said to me. So, I read the story once, and my mother found it very interesting.
After listening to the story, my mother asked me, "Enjoy, what do you think after reading this short article?" What is the theme of this article? "
"Mom, what is the theme?"
"What does this story tell us? What does the writer want us to know? What is the purpose of his writing?"
"This story requires us to read well, not like Xiao Dou, who can only read well, and his classmates laugh at him."
"That's right!" Mother praised her, and then she asked, "Then what do we read for?"
"I know, the teacher in the story said,' How can you read a story book if you can't read?' . Literacy means reading for yourself. "
"That's right! Literacy is to read independently and read more books in the future, so as to learn more knowledge and skills. " Mom said happily.
Aha! This is really an interesting story. It is not only interesting, but also makes me understand the truth of learning to read well. Great!
About the composition of the first day of junior high school in June, it is a season when everything wakes up, and it is also a dazzling and colorful season. Please follow me and feel this colorful spring with your heart.
Winter jasmine is the "herald of spring" in spring. Look, they open their lovely smiling faces and nod and smile at passers-by; They play golden trumpets and dance in the breeze. How beautiful these spring flowers are. They are singing a hymn of spring.
Just as I was immersed in the beautiful scenery of the winter jasmine, suddenly, a black shadow "squeaked" in the air. What was that? Oh, it turned out to be a lively and clever swallow! Swallows came from the south to report the good news of spring to people, adding a lot of interest to spring. Look, these little guys are hovering in the air for a while and diving down for a while, not to mention how happy they are! They have become a beautiful landscape in spring.
Our eyes were immediately attracted by the swallow. Looking at the little swallows playing happily in the sky, we unconsciously followed them forward. Suddenly, the swallows stopped on a willow tree.
We looked around, wow! This is really a paradise and a fairyland on earth. The river runs and jumps forward, singing cheerful songs. Willow girl tied a green bow and stood by the river looking at herself in the mirror. Birds are playing on the branches and chirping, as if to say, "Haha, I won!" In the face of such scenery, you will be relaxed and happy.
"There is no shortage of beauty in the world, and there is no shortage of eyes to find beauty." This is the spring in my eyes, it is so full of vitality, how bright and colorful it is! So, what is spring like in your eyes?
About composition 7 "Crash ……" of Grade 1, this sleepless night began with the firecrackers outside the window.
Huge ring, like a Hercules, no, bigger than Hercules. Suddenly, the earth shook, and the tall buildings couldn't help shivering; At this time, beautiful fancy fireworks rushed to the sky and turned into beautiful flowers in the sky; Rotating fireworks are not to be outdone, like rockets cutting through the sky and drawing a beautiful arc.
Everyone in the street is holding a tick, and the older ones put some earth red. The most striking thing is a gourd-like flower. When it is lit, it emits sparks, and then it changes color, just like a Christmas tree.
Shops along the street also took out flowers, and the parachutes were like raindrops falling from the sky, and they were like people who came out for sightseeing and skydiving in Lilliput. "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
After reading so much, it's time for me to play. Zi, I dare not say that the earth is red, not bad. I held the incense in one hand and the earth red in the other, and approached the cannon with the incense. When the incense touched the earth red, the earth red cannon popped out of Mars, and I quickly threw it out. As soon as I touched the ground, it quickly turned and looked great. Huh? It suddenly occurred to me that there was another box of lightning rods. After being ignited, the electro-optic rods shot out sparks like little stars, illuminating the whole corridor. Suddenly, the sound of "chirp" startled me. Looking back, it turned out that my father was riding a fire. At this time, my usually timid mother stood out. She held a fireworks stick in one hand and held it high, like a torch relay. Wow, the first fireworks released by her mother flew into the sky.
"Scratching" sounded with the second firecrackers, and this unforgettable and happy sleepless night ended.
The night of New Year's Eve is gradually coming, the earth is shrouded in darkness, and a few little stars jump out of the dark sky. They blink again like naughty children and are greedily watching the lively scene of family reunion. Today is New Year's Eve, and every household is decorated with colorful lights.
I was watching the Spring Festival Gala after dinner. Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound in the sky. Bang! Bang! Bang! Every family set off fireworks one after another! I quickly stopped my chopsticks, rushed out of the dining room and my father ran upstairs to watch the fireworks! Because my home is a relatively tall building in this area! I stood on the roof and got a panoramic view of everything! The most beautiful thing is the "Big Fireworks". The gunpowder in the "Big Fireworks" is launched into the air, forming a beautiful peony flower in the sky; What impressed me most was the "rocket". The gunpowder in the "rocket" was launched into the air, drawing a beautiful rainbow ...
After enjoying other people's fireworks, I started to set off fireworks at home myself! First of all, I lit a "mushroom chocolate", only to see a strong spark in the "mushroom chocolate"! Colorful colors, like fountains, sometimes high and sometimes short, sometimes bright and sometimes dark! Sparks fall from the sky, like countless pearls hanging in the sky! It falls like a galaxy in the sky! Shining! Then, I lit another "pistachio", and I saw the "pistachio" spinning wildly on the ground, and then it flew up and turned in the sky, which was very interesting. Finally, I lit a "cycad silver flower" and fired beautiful missiles from it in sequence, forming a beautiful rainbow in the sky. After rushing into the sky, I opened a beautiful peony flower ...
The colorful fireworks reflected the earth and the sky. Isn't this gorgeous color a symbol of the bright future of our motherland?
On the first day of school, what people call "devil training"-"military training" began. Up and down in my heart, I was excited, excited and afraid ... In a daze, I circled in the "sweet and sour" turntable. I don't know which step I made wrong, and suddenly fell into the abyss. Then, the devil training began.
Look! We lined up neatly and walked slowly to the wide playground. "Instructor, it is an instructor." "He is a soldier ..." We whispered in succession. I saw the instructor holding his head high and strutting towards us. "How handsome!" "Stand at attention, be at ease, and look to the right ..." The voice was powerful, and we did one action after another. Finally, the instructor asked us to stand in the military posture. "Hold your head high, your heels together, at 60 degrees, look straight ahead, and don't move ..." I stood with difficulty. I looked as if nothing had happened on the outside, but my heart was moving hard. "Again, again for a minute ... come on! Believe in yourself, victory is just ahead, not far from the finish line, just hold on for a while, hold on ... "
While the instructor was talking to the teacher, other students secretly squatted, and their fatigue became carefree and relaxed, lying in the pool like a body on fire. What about me? Already exhausted, I can't stand it.
I also wanted to sit quietly, but I insisted on this bad idea again. At this moment, there are only five words in my heart: "Hold on, hold on."
Seeing that we were exhausted, the instructor ordered us to squat. It's easy to squat, almost effortless, and now we can finally enjoy it.
Today's military training is like this. I'll see you tomorrow.
Everyone has their own ideals, and of course I am no exception. When I was a child, my little treasure chest contained those colorful ideals. Today, I called my treasure chest and took out the treasures inside to share with you.
When I was very young, I had an ideal of being a policeman. The ideal of childhood is ridiculous and childish now. At that time, I liked the police's beautiful uniforms and their dashing and heroic attitude when directing traffic in the road. But soon, my ideal changed, because I gradually understood the hardships and difficulties of being a policeman.
So the painter became my second ideal. I was very sensitive to painting since I was a child. I asked my parents to take me as soon as there was an exhibition, and I often showed them my masterpieces. My parents saw from my behavior that I fell in love with painting again, and immediately helped me sign up for an art class. Maybe I'm too playful, but I don't like painting after taking art classes. Even sneaked away to play with friends. In this way, my second ideal has become a bubble.
Until now I have my third dream, which is my second grade. I want to be a dancer. Why? Because I saw people dancing on the stage on TV, I had a good envy in my heart, which made me have an impulse to learn dance, so I asked my father to hug me. Now I have studied dance for five years, but my ideal remains unchanged. Although I sometimes encounter twists and turns, I still persist, because every time I perform on stage, it means that I am one step closer to my ideal, so I want to persist and realize it.
Students, you must have your own ideals, too. Find an ideal that suits you and stick to it. As long as you have confidence in yourself, you are the most helpful if you don't give up halfway. Go ahead for your own ideals, come on!
About the composition of junior one 1 1 There is a kind of love in the world, great and ordinary. In Ode to a Wanderer: "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged. But how much love has the inch-long grass, reported three Chunhui "; And Gorky said, "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers." This kind of love is maternal love.
A tired figure often appears at her work; A busy figure often appears when she is cooking. She, often in my most difficult time, extended a helping hand; She often sends caring greetings when I am most sad. Who is she? She is the mother who raised us! "Mother" is such a beautiful word. She sent us to this world and raised us in obscurity. Not only does she ask for nothing in return, but we are the first thing she thinks of when she is in danger.
Speaking of it, it was my first car accident, but it was not serious. That day, when I was young, I went to a place with my mother by tricycle. In the car, my mother and I were looking at the scenery of the houses on both sides. A car came up next to us, which seemed to be trying to overtake. We didn't agree at first, but it was the cause of the accident. The tricycle shook, and my mother suddenly hugged me tightly. It took me a few seconds to realize that the car accident happened: my mother, I and my grandfather were thrown out, and the tricycle fell to the ground because the car hit the tricycle. The owner of the car quickly got out of the car and helped us up. Grandpa was in good health and nothing happened, and I was fine because my mother hugged me. But my mother was so black and blue that I could hardly stand up. Grandpa drove us to the hospital at once. Mother had a rest at home for several days.
As Bing Xin said in Mother Lotus Leaf, "Mother! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except for you, who is my shade under the unobstructed sky? " Maternal love is warm, the most memorable, and the most unforgettable. Mother, your love for me will be firmly in my heart.
About the composition of the first day of junior high school 12 Dawn is approaching, and the bright morning light is gradually emerging in the east. In the morning light, a brand-new 20xx is presented, with blue sky, snow-white clouds, birds singing happily, flowers dancing with birds' songs ... New Year! Surrounded by the breath of the Spring Festival! The roads are clean, the major shops are decorated with lanterns, every household has posted festive couplets, and people's faces are rippling with happy smiles.
On the morning of New Year's Eve, my brothers and sisters' hands began to itch, and they couldn't wait to buy some guns and let them go out. When we let it go, we began to whisper: how can we let off so many firecrackers? So I hurried home and was about to take some more secretly when my grandmother found out: "haven't you already let go of firecrackers?" I still can't let it go at night! " Hey! Adults are so nagging that we have to give up. I can only go out to play dejectedly.
There are not only interesting things but also delicious food today.
At dinner, my uncle and aunt brought their younger brother to my grandmother's house for dinner. The food on the dining table was so rich that I was dazzled and drooled. I didn't know which to eat first. Everyone said blessings while eating, and laughed happily from time to time. The atmosphere is very harmonious. It's really a happy family!
After dinner, we all sat in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. With the arrival of the night, firecrackers sounded intermittently outside, which conveyed joy to people ...
Twelve o'clock struck, and we rushed out of the house with firecrackers, which was the most exciting moment tonight. At the moment, firecrackers are one after another, which is deafening. Colorful fireworks crisscross each other in the sky. The sky seems to be stained. We jump, run, laugh and immerse ourselves in a sea of joy. At this moment of national celebration, let us wish our motherland prosperity and prosperity and a better tomorrow!
About the composition of junior one 13 My neighbor Uncle Zhang has a long history of more than twenty years. As long as I can remember, Uncle Zhang had a cigarette in his hand when he was at work, a cigarette in his mouth when he was cooking, a cigarette when guests came, and a cigarette when he was alone. I said to him, "Smoking is harmful to health." He said, "Life is like a fairy with a cigarette in your hand.".
No, this evening, Uncle Zhang coughed because of smoking. After a violent cough stopped, Uncle Zhang regretted that he should not smoke so much. Uncle Zhang finally decided to give up smoking.
Staring at the pipe in his hand, Uncle Zhang couldn't help thinking of several jokes made by smoking.
Let's say that last Sunday, Uncle Zhang couldn't wait to smoke, so he hurried to the grocery store in his slippers and took the money. When he went downstairs, many people laughed when they saw the slippers he was wearing. Uncle Zhang still doesn't know what's going on, but when he looks at those slippers, he is also happy. It turned out that the slippers were a big one and a small one, and they were worn backwards. By this time, he had arrived at the small shop, said "box … China", and handed the money over. At this time, the salesperson spoke: "What do you mean, you lied to me with paper and walked away." Uncle Zhang looked at it, but it wasn't money. It was obviously a piece of paper. Hey, the money for these shoes is not all caused by his eagerness to smoke.
On that occasion, Uncle Zhang visited a friend's house and saw a cigarette on the table of the guest's house. He also picked it up indiscriminately and smoked it. That's great. As soon as he took a sip of bitter and astringent water, he quickly threw away the cigarette and shouted, "What strange smoke is this? Why does it smell like this?" At this time, the owner smiled and said to Uncle Zhang, this is not a cigarette, but a toy for children. Uncle Zhang was dumbfounded after hearing this. Hey, Uncle Zhang made a fool of himself this time because of smoking.
Thinking about it, he resolutely threw his pipe downstairs. As soon as he made a move, Uncle Zhang went back on his word. Said, finished, that's a good pipe that cost a lot of money, then quickly flew downstairs.
On the way downstairs, he was still biting. If only he could catch the pipe before it fell to the ground. Seeing uncle Zhang's behavior, everyone shook their heads: it seems that this cigarette can't be quit.
About the composition of the first day of junior high school 14 In the early summer, the lotus began to sprout, and I didn't feel like stopping by the lotus pond in front of the house. At this time, although the lotus pond is full of vitality and confusing feelings, what I want to see is the lotus leaf in the field of "fish playing between lotus leaves and lotus leaves in He Tiantian".
In midsummer, in a shower. Look, the green lotus leaf, as big as a drum and as small as the palm of your hand, is flying alternately in the wind and rain, which is the real undulating green wave; Listen, the sudden rain pours down, and the drums and applause ring into one, with rapid and changeable rhythm and frightening momentum; Smell it, the fresh fragrance of lotus leaves rolled in the wind is refreshing, and it instantly melts the hot and boring accumulated in your heart for a summer.
The most wonderful thing is to appreciate Yu He's waist. The lotus leaf is often reserved and graceful. Only in the wind and rain, the seemingly thin but actually tough waist of the lotus leaf will be elastically swayed from side to side because of the sudden gathering of rain on the lotus leaf. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, and the crystal balls that have been rolling on the lotus leaf for a long time are suddenly thrown out of the green lotus plate, and the crystal is "wow". With the sound of "brush", all the lotus leaves turn in one direction, just like a group of beautiful women dancing hula suddenly lift their skirts and kick out beautiful long legs at you ...
As the rain continued to fall, the lotus continued to swing uneasily. This scene actually aroused my faint, shy snickering, but this thought only flashed, and Zhou Dunyi's beautiful sentence in "Love Lotus" made me bow my head in shame-"Lotus is graceful and graceful, and the fragrance is far away and clear, so you can look at it from a distance without being ridiculous." At this time, a frog who has been watching the scenery with me for a long time on the stand made of a big lotus leaf seems to have sneaked into the water with a loud "gung" because of peeping through my mind ...
The rain is fading away, but the charm of Tian Tian Yu He is always unconsciously swaying in front of my eyes, which makes me dream.
About the composition of grade one 15, at that moment, only those once familiar hands were left in front of me, and I was shocked ...
As usual, I was still walking in front, carrying my backpack, and my mother was walking behind me, carrying the big bags of things. Accompany me to the station without saying a word all the way.
The silence all the way, I just can't bear this lonely "mom-"this gentle cry pierced the silent sky. My heart is pounding, because I was afraid, I didn't take the initiative to say hello to my mother since I was a child. This time ... "Mom, will she ignore me?" I felt uneasy in my heart and regretted shouting just now.
After a few seconds, my mother's gentle and familiar voice came from behind: "Don't walk too fast, it's windy, be careful to catch cold!" " I stopped, turned around and looked at my mother behind me.
It is a little difficult for my mother to walk in the strong wind with so many things. I saw that my mother worked very hard to take that step, and the wind was too strong! I ran back. Somehow, I didn't like to talk to my mother. What was wrong with me? I reached out and mentioned what was in her hand. It was heavy! My body can't help but shed tears. Seeing me like this, my mother smiled, held out her empty hand and said, "Can't you lift it?"! Give it back to me! Mom is used to it! " I shook my head, and my eyes touched the outstretched hand. What kind of hands it was ...
Mother's hands have lost their former beauty and become extremely rough. The large and small, deeply concave ravines have become her hands now. Those hands that have washed many clothes for me! How many midnight snacks have those hands made for me! Those hands that never fell on my face in the air!
My eyes are hazy, my nose is sour, my eyes are full of tears, and I buried my head deeply in my scarf. As for whether I cried or not, I don't know, only that my lens is a mist.
In that mind, mother's hands are printed, which can't be brushed away for a long time ...