2008 Hangzhou High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay:

Calendar of Life

2008-08-26 20:08 Tear off one by one, one by one Your hopes are pinned on you. ——Inscription

I don’t know how long it has been since I visited her. It's just that there are still vague traces of her childhood. There are shiny silver threads on her face, traces of years of precipitation.

"Dingling Bell", a phone ring in the morning woke me up from my sleep, and the moment I hung up the phone, I stunned. It felt like the world was engulfing me in an instant - my grandma was in a car accident. When I rushed to the hospital, she was already lying in the intensive care center. Tears welled up in an instant. Taking my grandfather's advice, I went back to my hometown to get a change of clothes.

It’s still that old house, full of the taste and memories of my childhood. Hesitantly walked up to the attic. When I walked into the bedroom, the smell in my memory rushed out, it was her smell. At a glance, I saw several large calendars on the desk, which were messily torn into pieces. I walked over and took a look. The front of the calendar was ordinary, with ordinary dates, but the words on the back stunned me: "February 2003, Nannan went home with her parents today." "May 2003, Nannan Call me today and ask me to put on more clothes." "July 2004, my daughter is taking the entrance exam today." "February 2005, I saw my daughter's photo today." "March 2005, my daughter is three months old. Not back." "February 2006. My daughter hasn't called me for a long time." I flipped through all the torn-out calendars like crazy. Above are the detailed days and what happened between me and her, at the hour and minute. I couldn't believe it, but I remembered painfully how she wrote this bit by bit at the table with her reading glasses in front of the dim light. How long has it been since I've been back, how long has it been since I've called? Is it the busyness of school, or the alienation and indifference of growing up? And how could she place her hopes on these calendars, expecting me to be the coquettish girl she was when I was a child again?

I packed up the calendars, each filled with her hopes, and returned to the hospital. Looking at her still sleeping in front of the hospital bed with her head covered with white gauze, tears burst out again. I held her hand tightly and silently begged God not to take her away from me.

The face on the bed is still the face that hurt me and loved me when I was a child, with its shiny silver threads and the calmness between its brows and eyes. I quietly put the last calendar paper full of my wishes into her hand and murmured: "Grandma, wake up quickly, my daughter is here to see you, she will not let you count the calendar anymore. , wake up quickly...

I long to return to innocence

Is the world really that complicated? Ever since I became sensible, everyone and everything seems to be teaching me two words: lies. , deception. How I long to return to innocence, so that at least I won’t feel so tired living in this world. There is always an airtight wall between you and others. I really want to return to innocence. I envy children very much. They can speak freely as they wish. The friendship between children is also the most genuine. All the feelings are engraved between the eyebrows and all the inner thoughts can be expressed. Fast. But why can’t it be done when I grow up? It was when my family was about to move. One day, my parents were not at home, and the aunt who collected the water bill came. I told her that my parents were not at home, and then I couldn’t restrain myself. She was very excited and said to her: "My family is moving soon. Unexpectedly, she was furious after hearing this: "Why, you don't want to pay the water bill when you move?" No way. "After that, I closed the door with a bang. I was so confused and aggrieved. I didn't mean it. My mother came back, and I burst into tears. My mother asked me why, and I told her about it. My mother said : "Child, you are so stupid, why did you tell her we are moving? It's really asking for trouble. "I absolutely don't understand. I just want to express my excitement. What's wrong? Once, I borrowed a car from a classmate to go home to pick up books. She said she didn't ride a bike today. I thought: Forget it, let's go. Go back. But after school, I saw this classmate speeding past me on her car. I was really angry. If I didn't want to borrow it, why didn't I just tell her a lie?

Maybe some people are like this. They carry a set of lies in their pockets. When it's time to use them, they just pull out one and send others away. They cover themselves in many layers of fog, and this must be the case when interacting with others. One night, someone called my dad. My dad was sitting on the sofa, looking at the phone, and said to me: "Just say I'm not at home." I said this, and the person on the phone asked: "Where has he gone?" I said : "I don't know." The phone hung up, but my father was angry with me, "Why are you so stupid? Why don't you just make up a place and end it?" Yes, I am too stupid and don't know how to lie to others. Don't know how to deal with the world. Is the world really that complicated? Ever since I became sensible, it seems that everyone and everything have taught me two words: lies and deception. How I long to return to innocence, so that at least I won’t feel so tired while living.

The test of responsibility

Every year, every month, every day, thousands of things come to people. In the busy life, people are busy and exhausted. Although it is so difficult, I always persevere. Because there is a heavy chain that is ruthlessly placed on us - responsibility.

In school, we study hard, this is our responsibility. At home, we help our parents with some housework, which is our responsibility. It is your responsibility to go out and do something for society. In the vast world, grass has a responsibility, flowers have a responsibility, and big trees have a responsibility. No matter what life is, it has its own responsibilities that cannot be shied away from.

Be responsible for yourself and others. There are thousands of traffic accidents across the country every year, and they happen for various reasons. But after all, isn’t this a lack of responsibility? If car drivers had a responsible mentality for themselves and others, and acted according to rules and regulations, would so many people still have lost their lives in vain?

Responsibility is a commitment as heavy as Mount Tai. It drives generations of people to devote themselves diligently to their respective positions. When the country was hit by SARS this year, 6 million medical staff bravely rushed to the front line. They are brave, they are fearless. In the battle against SARS, no one was afraid or flinched. No matter how terrible SARS is, we cannot swallow the strong sense of responsibility of medical staff. When patients come, everyone takes care of them day and night; when some medical staff fall down, someone immediately replaces them. In this battle without smoke but more dangerous than hail of bullets, they lived up to the high expectations placed on them by the country and the people. In the end, SARS was contained, which was achieved with the day and night dedication and strong sense of responsibility of medical staff. If they don't have a strong sense of responsibility, they don't know how long this storm will last and how many innocent lives it will take.

The ancient Greeks said that people walk with a baggage on their backs. The baggage includes family, career, friendship, children... After going through hardships, you can't abandon any of them. Because there are two words written on it: responsibility. In life, there are tests of responsibility everywhere. Picking up a piece of waste paper inadvertently is a responsibility to protect the environment; helping the frail and sick elderly and children is a responsibility to respect the elderly and care for the young; solving problems for others is a responsibility to help others. Responsibility is the foundation of society. Without it, tall buildings would easily sway in the breeze. Paying responsibility to oneself is a strict instructor; paying responsibility to others is the guarantee of the safety of life and property; paying responsibility to the country is a condition for social progress. Abandon it and feel the temporary relief of standing, but lose the brilliance of a lifetime. Responsibility is a mission that cannot be discarded, and it is shouldered by people. Let each of us be responsible and overcome the sudden tests that come one after another!

Watching

The poet Haizi once said, I want to own a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming. What kind of tranquility and peace it will be, I was moved . < AN lang=EN-US> I remember when I was a child, when I walked through the shade of a tree, I would raise my face and count the suns that fell in my eyes. But now my neck feels sore when I raise my head, and the sun feels so dazzling. If there was a villa now, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming, I would probably only see black and white test papers in my field of vision. So Haizi, I cannot reach your realm for the time being. Some people say that only the realm of ten thousand types of frost can appear free, and only a virtuous mentality can endure for a long time. Yes, why don’t I yearn for freedom? Why don’t I want to endure it for a long time? I still clearly remember the real pain of standing in front of the 18-year-old threshold.

I thought I would always be the one running around on campus, laughing and joking, thinking I would always be the boy sweating profusely with a basketball... But when I faced the empty court, I let it create a feeling of the same emptiness in my heart. After the pain, I knew I was wrong. I didn't dare to stay too long, and I didn't dare to feel sad, because there was still an exam waiting for me at 6:30. The gloomy days passed over my thin youth, crushing the sadness that could not withstand the wind and rain. Until someone told me the philosophy of the reef: the sun and moon pass through the sky, and the rivers flow over the earth, defying the wind and waves and remaining steadfast. When the tide recedes, your true colors are revealed. What kind of state this is, I carefully experience. I saw a street lamp, which stubbornly tore off a corner of the night and looked around coldly and disdainfully. At night, he slipped away from the lamp with a low eyebrow. That thin figure, the dim light, the raised head, the disdainful expression, she was waiting for something, she was waiting for the coming dawn. My heart seemed to be torn apart. Streetlight watching the dawn, thank you for telling me the realm I should reach. I will watch firmly, watch the brilliant dawn, and remain unmoved

Watching for happiness

As a father, facing my daughter’s 18th birthday, I thought of such a day and such a day At night...

In early winter, the warm sunshine turned red the trees that had been green for a year by the West Lake. Whenever this colorful season comes, I feel that the cold wind not only blows off the burnt yellow sycamore leaves, but also blows up a green leaf in my heart - my daughter's birthday is around the corner. This year is even more special because it is her 18th birthday.

As a father, facing my daughter’s 18th birthday, I recalled a day...

April 26, 1975, when I had just turned 18. Alone in Beijing. How do you celebrate your birthday? No cakes, wishes, or birthday gifts were popular at that time. And my thoughts about this unusual birthday flickered in and out like candlelight. Oh, after all, it is my 18th birthday, so I always have some ideas. So, I made a special trip to the photo studio in Wangfujing and took a two-inch photo

"Look up, hold your chest out, open your eyes wider, and smile!" Artistic photographers are simple and mechanical instructions. Facing the emotionless camera, I completed a mechanical smile.

He has a crew cut, a lapel shirt made of khaki fabric, and a face with deliberately wide eyes. I looked at the photo carefully, comparing it with another image in my mind - me in the mirror above the faucet in the water room - I often look in the mirror when I am alone, mobilizing all the nerves on my face, and keep until you are satisfied. Soon, my mother looked at the photo and said, "It looks like Zhuang Zedong."

In this way, the owner of the photo commemorated his 18th spring with a two-inch black and white photo. At the same time, he also said goodbye to his turbulent childhood and adolescence, and started his adult life with a heroic "Zhuang Zedong" face...

As a father, facing his daughter's 18th birthday , I think back to such a night...

18 years ago today, I escorted my wife to the door of the delivery room. We looked at each other with deep affection in our eyes. She turned around and moved forward - she knew there was a blessing as hot as fire behind her, and she was going to bring a little life into our home and into a new world.

After three anxious hours, an "angel in white" flashed by with a baby in his arms. "It must be him (her), my child!" I was very confident at the moment.

Soon, the "angel" came out. I walked up to him and asked timidly: "Excuse me, are you a boy or a girl?" She was busy changing her shoes, and without raising her head, she only said softly: "It's a girl..."

ah! I seemed to hear a dawn bell. Thank God! I have a daughter and I am a father!

Because of this night, every day for the next 18 years will be spent raising, pulling, exercising, and communicating... Of course, it will also be accompanied by happiness, joy, and wonderful things. Hope...

As a father, facing my daughter’s 18th birthday, I thought of such a day and such a night. I gave them to her as gifts, hoping she would accept them and treasure them.

At the age of 18, I said to myself: When I was young, I often thought, when will I grow up? Before I knew it, I was already 18 years old.

It feels a little incredible, a little unreal

It’s the Chinese New Year! There is a festive atmosphere everywhere! The streets are cleaned and tidy, the trees are decorated with red and green decorations, the major shops are decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and every household Festive couplets were posted, and people's faces were filled with happy smiles.

Childhood Memories

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; childhood is like a cup of light coffee. The tea makes you reminisce; childhood is like a stormy rainbow; colorful and dazzling; childhood is like the afterglow after sunset, so nostalgic; and like the winding road, it makes you grow. The wind cannot blow away these warm memories; the rain cannot cover up these touching melodies. Only the lovely sunshine can shine on them and preserve them....

Recalling the inconspicuous things in childhood, although the things are small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress and pursue your pursuits, so that you can grow up. Childhood is always Reminiscent. Recall the colorful dreams, the time when Yaya was learning to speak, the time when she first learned to walk, the first time she stepped on the stage, the first time she called her parents, the first time... At that moment, each shot appears in front of your eyes.

That is an unforgettable memory, an unforgettable childhood. The first day I carried a new schoolbag to school. Finally, I was able to go to school like other children. For me, this is who I am. At this historic moment, my parents took a camera to take a picture of this happiest and most unforgettable scene. This has become the most comforting thing for my father and mother. It has also become the happiest portrait of the family. This unforgettable moment is so It's so beautiful and sweet, it keeps popping up in my mind. But the good things are only in the past. In the long and warm days, after tempering again and again, the weak self has been tempered as hard as steel. No one will know the pressure of study, and no one will feel pity. When the leaves fall, In the autumn of light, there is only the energy to endure hardship and the joy that has been lost. This is bitter. When I was a child, in the spring when hundreds of flowers were blooming, my childhood with beautiful dreams passed by in a flash.

To this day, I will not shed tears in the face of the cruelty of reality. My tears will always be covered by the dark clouds. The tears of childhood were so weak and stingy. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming, making people recall and forget to leave. At that time, there were no worries or worries. Childhood dreams are like the night sky, so broad and peaceful. Childhood dreams are like countless stars. They can only blink but cannot speak. They are honest and calm... Countless stars are like countless dreams, pouring into it. In my little head, I have been thinking about countless questions.

Growing up under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like stacking up small castles on the beach, and stacking up dreams on the blue seaside; my son always likes to play under the banyan tree, and I like to sit there quietly and listen to the old man telling the old stories. The dreams at that time were green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown and admire the pieces of people dressed in gold in the autumn leaves. The leaves were flying all over the sky, and the dream at that time was golden. When I was a child, I always liked to dream. I walked through a maze and couldn't find the exit. I was locked in the maze again and again. I felt so confused. In real life, when it aroused my fighting spirit, the dream was like fire. Color......

Memories make everything in the world quiet, relax, and feel warm. They remind you of distant but not distant dreams, and of those days in the rain. Yu'er is a beating melody. When you fall, a force is watching you, reminding you of flying paper airplanes under the blue sky, and letting you fly the dreams you are looking forward to.

The clock can only move forward, not backward. Childhood only has aftertaste and memories...

Childhood has only memories, dreams have only creation, and the future has only hard work...

Childhood is a thing of the past, only memories For those little things, only by accumulating more experience can this road go further and wider. Everyone has their own colorful childhood. Childhood is the most precious thing in life. It is the beginning of your life. If you have it, you will have a lifetime. We should cherish it.

Dreams often change. Dreams are the goals that people pursue in life. Only through struggle and hard work can dreams come true and become reality.

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Only recalling everything will make you feel good...

Narrative: That smile changed me

It’s so strange. I don’t know when it started. He only likes to be a loner: rarely helps others and does not want help from others. Even if you get help from others, you will repay it like a debt. I am worthy of the people of the world, and I will not let the people of the world lose my power. However, the thoughts that have dominated my mind for so many years suddenly became like a grain of dust in the light of that smile, drifting away without a trace...

It was a two-day event. After the heavy rain, the cement bridge over the river that I had to cross every day to go to school had been washed away by the river water and no trace of it was left. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. It was a bridge built with only two round and smooth logs side by side; usually I would be trembling with fear even if I walked across the bridge with my bare hands.

Facing the bridge, I hesitated. Class was about 10 minutes away. I suddenly picked up my bicycle and made a decision that even I couldn't believe: I carried the bicycle and walked across the wooden bridge. For the first ten meters, I was walking in a majestic and high-spirited atmosphere, and I didn't feel anything. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately. The rushing river water under the wood made me dizzy. My legs became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that it was difficult to support the weight of my body. I have no idea how I got to the middle of the wooden bridge. There was only half the distance left, but I couldn't move any further. I thought about moving back a little bit, but it was difficult for me to even turn around. The sound of running water in my ears made me almost desperate. I wanted to throw the bicycle into the river several times.

I can't move forward. When you can't retreat. Suddenly, the car on my shoulders suddenly became lighter, and then gradually left my shoulders. It was a big hand that took the bike out of my hands. At that moment, I couldn't express my gratitude. I slowly turned my head: it was an unfamiliar face, full of smiles. I didn't have time to look carefully, but in that moment, I felt that the smile was so sincere and lovely!

The car and I finally reached the other side safely. I was so grateful that I took a closer look at the smiling face: the skin was not dark, and the narrow eyes could not hide the sincere gaze. Fine wrinkles covered the corners of his eyes, and his chapped lips were slightly open. Ah, he is a simple farmer in his 40s.

What an ordinary smile this is! It couldn't be more ordinary, but I can never forget it. It made me experience the most beautiful things between people for the first time, even though it was just a faint smile. For many years, that smile has been deeply buried in my heart. I have learned to use the same smile to lift up children who have fallen, to help push the difficult-to-walk trucks, or to give an umbrella to classmates. And every time you help others without expecting anything in return and smile sincerely, you will truly realize the true meaning and value of that smile buried deep in your heart. It's a taste that can't be called sublime but makes you proud. A smile embodies beautiful emotions. I really can't find the right words to describe it. Maybe this poem will express its meaning:

"With others, roses leave a lingering fragrance!"

Is that so?

Hiding from the Rain

There are always times when people’s hearts are fragile and cannot withstand the blows of wind and rain, but there will always be someone who gives him a paradise to hide from the rain.

——Inscription

I dragged my heavy steps out of the campus, my heart full of depression. I hadn’t even reached the third grade of junior high school, but the life of the second grade of junior high school had already made me breathless. . God seemed to be in a depressed mood this day, and as soon as his expression changed, it began to rain. I wanted to get soaked in the rain, but the reality did not allow me to do so. I would be nagging me for a while when my father saw me.

I put my schoolbag on my head, sprinted to the bus shelter at a sprint speed of 100 meters, and squeezed into the bus shelter with difficulty to hide from the rain. The parking booth is bustling with people, alas, summer rain! I sighed. The rain washed away the bustling city, but it could not wash away the irritability in my heart. The streets that were usually bustling with traffic suddenly became empty, with a few city buses occasionally passing through. I looked ahead blankly, trying to understand the thoughts of the rain that came in a hurry.

"Hey!" Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was my deskmate. "Are you taking shelter from the rain?" she asked. "Yeah!" "Do you want to take the city bus home?" she asked again. "No, I'm waiting for dad to pick me up." I replied calmly.

"Wow!" She immediately cast an envious look, "You are so kind, unlike me, who works so hard every week on the city bus - ah, the city bus is here, I'm leaving first, goodbye!" I waved Wave.

Really nice? I was stunned.

There were fewer and fewer people in the bus shelter, so I poked my head out a little anxiously. After a while, I finally saw my father, riding a motorcycle. His raincoat was blown by the wind and swollen. His image became clearer and clearer in the misty rain... "There were too many red lights just now, so it was a little late." he explained. "It's okay." "Hurry up and put on your raincoat, don't catch a cold." I stepped on the back seat skillfully, got into the raincoat, and said, "Okay." "Woo-hoo, the car is about to start, passengers, please hold on tight!" "Every time I heard what he said, I couldn't help laughing and thought to myself: What an old naughty boy. I hugged my father tightly, and the large double raincoat wrapped me tightly. I lay on my father's thick back, which was very warm. "You must be hungry! Mom has prepared a lot of food at home! There are your favorite chicken wings, braised fish..." Dad began to talk to me about things at home. At this time, I suddenly remembered the words of my deskmate, "It's so good", and I unconsciously murmured: "Yes, it's so good!" Dad's taste is full of the taste of home, and Dad's words, even if they are a few homely words, are like home. It also made me feel very warm, and the haze in my heart suddenly disappeared.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and I hugged my dad tighter. Being next to my father is my paradise to hide from the rain. He uses care as a pillar, uses thoughtfulness as a protector, and uses love to strengthen me. Where do I need to find a place to hide from the rain?

The calyx of a sunflower cannot withstand the scorching sun, but its flower disk holds up a protective umbrella for it all the time. There are times when the human heart is fragile and unable to withstand the blows of wind and rain, but there is always someone who gives him a paradise to hide from the rain.

I finally understand that my father is my paradise to hide from the rain

The distance between success and me

Edison once said: "Success lies in ninety-nine percent Sweat plus one percent inspiration.” My parents always told me: Only with multiple efforts will you win multiple times. After actual practice, I have doubts about this. Is success elusive to me? Doesn’t it necessarily mean you smile after working hard?

I remember that when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, the teacher always told us: Work hard, I started to work hard, because this will be the last exam of our elementary school, and I am very worried. How to face it? I remember that when our fifth grade teacher asked us to express our ambitions, the teacher told us at the end of get out of class to "work hard, work hard, work harder"...

——That's right! Should I try harder again? "How many chances are there in life?" Let's work hard: I get up quietly at four o'clock every morning, and I use the morning light to work hard to move what I have learned into my head. I was very tired, but I couldn’t say it; after lunch, my brothers all entered another world; at this time, I was still in the throes of reading, waving the pen in my hand, sweat beads climbing up my forehead from time to time; in the evening , In fact, our grade does not have a lot of homework in the evening. My classmates came to me to go for a walk in the evening, but I avoided it. I missed the wonderful martial arts movie. At this time I was very dull, almost a nerd. But I persisted in my efforts.

The quiz is coming. I rushed to the examination room with confidence, and left with confidence. I think "Emperor and Heaven will pay off." A week later, I went to see the results. To be honest, I was a little dizzy when I went there. After seeing it, I was even more unable to withstand this sudden storm - I failed, and I only passed a dozen or so.

I am very disappointed. I always think about how far I am from success. After stepping onto the ladder of hard work, success remains out of reach. I don't think success has anything to do with me. Later, I read the article "Thanks for Setbacks" and I understood that everyone has failures. If you fall down, you have to get up bravely. There is no rainbow after the wind and rain, but there is also clear sky and high sun. Compared with the modern writer Hu Shi, his life experience, what am I? Compared with the ancient poet Meng Jiao, I can only bear the setbacks in his life for a grain of rice... Believe in yourself and you will always succeed!

How far is success from me? I think just a little bit, I believe just a little bit. What should I do after failure? --strong? !