To improve the writing level, you can use your spare time to practice more pens and write more articles, so that you can use words and sentences flexibly and your writing level will naturally improve. The following are some composition materials for the 2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination. I have sorted them out for you, hoping to help you.
In 2022, 1 When I was at home during holidays, I always slept late. There are a few stars and a crescent moon between the windows, and there are several crisp squeaks in my ears, which makes the dark and quiet night perfect.
That kind of voice, just wandering in my small bedroom, unhurried, walking so steadily, again and again. Beat rhythmically and regularly, as if it would never stop.
I first noticed it in the silent midnight. Outside the dormitory, the summer heat poured in, like shallow water, slippery as oil, floating in the uncomfortable stomach before vomiting, sealing it up and wanting to vomit more. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. Recalling all kinds of disputes with my classmates during the day, I feel inexplicably sad. After listening to the truth for so many years, I still have a hard time. My heart is even more annoying.
That kind of voice broke into my heart at the moment I turned over, crisp and abrupt, which made me awake for an instant.
"Tick tock."
I opened my eyes and looked.
"Tick tock."
It still walks very slowly.
It seems that there is only one voice between heaven and earth. I picked up the alarm clock and stared at it, but I couldn't see anything in the dark except the crisp ticking of the tour guide. My heart gradually calmed down.
The second hand in the clock is ringing step by step, which is not urgent or slow, reminiscent of an old man walking slowly with a crutch and the rhythmic drums. Just as the bell rang, it suddenly occurred to me that I might have driven too fast on those roads before.
I was in a hurry, so I was in a mess and couldn't walk well. Maybe I should walk slowly step by step like this clock.
The voice in my ear has never stopped. I lay in bed listening to the ticking sound, and my heart gradually calmed down like shallow water. The moon outside the window has risen to the sky, and several stars are dotted around. The night is still hot and dry, but my heart has never been as clear as that night. For the first time, I feel that a dry summer night can be enjoyed like this.
Since then, I often like to put a clock in front of the watch case and listen to the sound of the second hand moving slowly. Its one-stop dining is the rhythm of life and the rhythm of life progress. We should take it slowly, step by step, and move forward slowly in a down-to-earth manner. Although I don't know where to start or where to end, the process is just beating, but I never give up and never stop.
The ticking of the second hand in the dead of night is the most beautiful sound in my heart.
In 2022, the composition material 2 of Henan senior high school entrance examination seems to be the call of the world, illuminating my heart again and again; It's like shouting again and again, resounding through the sky: it's like being special in plain, I remember it in my heart.
"Be brave to be yourself. Don't close your truest self in order to leave a good impression on others and do what you want to do. " I always remember this sentence. In this world, too many people go with the flow, too many people lose their true selves because of this world, too many people live for others, and how many people can be brave enough to be themselves? What are you? Follow your heart and be yourself.
Over the past few years, I have grown up, become sensible and learned to pretend. I always think that others are the best, but I always forget that "myself" is the most special. The voice in my heart also reminds me to do what I want. Being myself helped me find my way in the "lost way" and the most authentic "me"-crying and laughing. Only be nice to the person you "love", this is the truest me!
Every day, every month, every year, this period of time is slipping away quietly, and it also makes me find that being the truest self and facing up to my own advantages and disadvantages is the most comfortable way of life. Many people are very tired every day, wearing thick armor every day, and only when they get home will they unload all their "defenses". In the face of the person I love, I just want to say that there is nothing happier than being brave and serious.
When I was a child, I didn't understand what my parents set for me, so I tried to achieve or even change myself. Now I understand, give yourself a small goal, do what you want, and don't go against your inner wishes, just as Bai Luomei said in "All encounters in the world are reunited after a long separation": "Love the people you love, write the words you love." In this way, she lived a poetic life and relaxed every day. She believes in Buddhism and writes all the words related to enlightenment and Zen. She believes in the afterlife and writes about it. He loves tea, so he drinks it when he is free.
Follow your inner voice, believe in yourself, and the voice left in your heart will tell you the right choice.
Remember, you are the best of yourself.
The voice that stays in my heart will write down the rest of my life with you.
In the deep alley, my kind grandfather and kind "good morning" ripple in the rings of memory, which makes me feel at ease inexplicably.
In the alley near the primary school gate, there lies my favorite place-a humble breakfast stall that is not beautiful. I go there every morning to eat steamed stuffed buns specially made by two grandfathers. The steamed buns there are different from those in other places. My grandfather made them himself. Every time there seems to be some subtle changes, so that every time I secretly look forward to the next time. Grandpa always greets me with his hoarse voice when he sees that I come to eat his buns every day, rain or shine. The voice seems to have climbed from a distant century: "Good morning, come quickly, eat while it is hot!" There is kindness and joy in grandpa's voice, and I always reply: "Good morning, thank you, grandpa."
One old and one young, coming and going, guarding secrets that only we know. This little secret is like a small seed, which is watered and germinated by two enthusiastic gardeners every day. This continuous tacit understanding gave me a great sense of stealing music.
"Good morning, come and eat while it's hot!"
"Well, good morning, Grandpa!" I ran over and happily took the steamed stuffed bun handed me by my grandfather.
Every morning, I am satisfied before I walk into the campus. I feel flowers and grass squint at me and smile. Until now, I still keep the habit of saying "good morning" to people. Maybe that's the seed growing quietly.
But one day, grandpa's breakfast stall disappeared, as if it had been washed by rain. That morning, I got lost in an alley. I walked up and down the alley again and again, making sure that he had disappeared again and again, but my little heart was still full of stubborn disbelief.
That day, I didn't pay attention to the greetings of flowers and plants. I walked into the campus listlessly like a defeated soldier. After that, I will come every day for fear of missing his appearance. During that time, I always felt that I could hear my grandfather's voice in a trance. "Good morning, come on, eat while it's hot!" " ……
But day by day, in the blink of an eye, grandpa never appeared again, and my primary school life was over.
Personal, have you ever tasted parting at that time? It's like holding a hard candy, waiting for it to melt slowly, but leaving a sweetness that doesn't match its hard appearance.
"Good morning, come and eat while it's hot!" ……
It was a strange grandfather's kindness to a child, which took root in the child's heart. Since then, it has taught me the goodwill of saying good morning to others, and it has also brought me a touch of sadness.
However, in those early mornings, how much warmth did an old man and a little girl give each other in the sunny sunshine?
I didn't say, I didn't say, 2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition material 4. That's the voice that stays in my heart, and it's my belief in hard work. I'm not fit to tell anyone.
From the day my grandmother died when I was a child, there was a voice in my heart, which I will never mention to others, let alone say, because this voice is the belief of my hard work and the motivation left by my grandmother to live in this world.
Whenever I encounter setbacks, this voice in my heart will fill my ears like a gust of wind, wake me up and let me find the strength to stand up again; Whenever I encounter a misunderstanding, the voice that stays in my heart will gently ring in my ear, which is grandma's exhortation, so that I have never lost my trust in people because of some unwarranted misunderstandings; Whenever I meet with failure, this voice in my heart will ring in my mind again, telling me to be strong, just like when my grandmother was still alive.
The voice that stays in my heart is grandma's voice and what grandma said to me. Although I don't want to share what my grandmother said to me with others, I would like to tell anyone that the voice left in our hearts is our courage to face the world bravely. How many times, I thought I was going to fail, how many times, I thought I didn't know how to go on, how many times, I thought it was my last time, and finally the voice that stayed in my heart gave me courage and gave me the courage to laugh at everything.
If you have such a voice in your heart, cherish it! Don't tell others about it, don't tell others about your weakness, and don't tell others about your hard work. We just need to listen carefully to this inner voice, listen to the guidance of this voice, and move forward in the direction that life should go. The voice left in my heart is not suitable for sharing, but only for supporting, supporting each of us to live bravely and supporting us to work hard!
In 2022, the composition material 5 of Henan senior high school entrance examination has some sounds, just like an elf left in the world. As soon as I heard it, I entered my heart and slowly washed away the dust, making my heart as warm as ever, as if I had never been immersed in vicissitudes.
On the weekend morning, the blue sky is as clear as a play, the clouds are white and light, feathers are floating overhead, rays of sunshine gently shine on the marble in the street and in my heart, and everything just becomes an additive to my mood. At this point, I have been immersed in the Pacific Ocean of joy. Suddenly, a little red dot caught my attention, and my curiosity drove me to find out. With the acceleration of the pace, I heard a crisp whistle across the sky. At the same time, an old man in red also caught my attention.
What an old man this is! Her temples are slightly frosty, but she is full of vitality. Stepped wrinkles seem to carry a lot of unspeakable happiness. She is wearing a red dress of volunteers, and she is here to guide and help everyone cross the road safely. Approached, I saw his white hair, as if with small drops of water. With his busy action, my heart was shocked!
At this moment, I heard the crisp whistle again. Looking back, I found that there were countless angels in red on the roadside and even in the distance, trying to whistle and direct people to cross the road.
What's that noise! Light whistle, sometimes bit by bit, sometimes a string, smooth and crystal clear, notes lit on the spectrum of the treetops. This crisp whistle, jumping and sliding in the air so lively and beautiful, soon woven into a vibrant peace.
The sound continues, like winding to all the places it can reach, keeping the order of the whole town. There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air that seems to stop at this point forever, so there is no need to consider what direction it will evolve in the future. This whistle seems to be the guarantee of people's safety, and the old people have gained a lot of gratitude.
"Shh-"Until I walked a long way, I still heard a faint whistle, and I remembered a sentence often said in political class: "Be enthusiastic about public welfare and serve the society". Yes, this whistle will surely lead more people to walk with you.
This crisp whistle has always stayed in my heart. I think, if I keep this voice in my heart forever like this, I will always remind me to have more, so that I won't be afraid to go to the boundless future.
In 2022, the wheel of time kept running over, and many voices could not be heard in the precipitation of years. Only the voice that once touched my heart deeply often travels through time and space and rings in my ear affectionately again. ...
It was a rainy day. I kept rubbing the window with my hand. It's so cold in early winter, and a little coolness wafts in through the window. I can't help looking out of the window. It's raining intermittently outside the window. Rain splashed on the concrete steps and wet the land.
Suddenly, I remembered, what should I do if I go home in the rain? It was sunny in the morning, so I didn't bring an umbrella, but it rained. ...
Seeing that it's almost time for school, I feel a little more agitated. My friend approached me with a smile. She said, "I know you are a daredevil without an umbrella. Let's go home with an umbrella! " "After listening, my heart warmed up and I quickly packed my bag.
She took my hand and we walked step by step for fear of accidentally stepping on the pond. Suddenly a cold wind blew, and my heart was half cold. I looked back at the parents waiting for the children at the door and began to whisper: Why didn't my mother pick me up? My mother is so cruel in such a cold day!
The wind blows more irregularly, and the rain falls more disorganized. There seems to be ice under my feet, and I have been walking in a daze. My friend looked at me, patted me on the back and said, "I usually go home by myself." I don't feel anything after this rainy day. You can't stand this little cold! " After she finished, she held my hand red with cold tightly, and I suddenly felt warm. I carefully recalled my friend's words and seemed to understand something in a trance. ...
In fact, the cold is just a little bit, but I wrapped myself up and shut the door. Hiding in the arms of parents all the year round, I lost the opportunity to experience the cold. Now that the cold has finally come, I am very fragile in an uncertain state.
True cold is from the heart, and fear of cold really makes people feel chilling.
The rain is still falling, and the sound of the rain hits my heart loudly. I wonder if this winter rain is the cold in my life?
"Hey, come on, what are you thinking?" My friend's words suddenly brought me back to reality. I smiled at her and held out her cold trembling hand just now, and suddenly a warm feeling melted into my body. Even though it is still raining, I see the soft leaves shining in the sun, and the charm of everything is full of vitality. ...
The rain never stopped that day and stayed in my heart. Whenever I feel pain in adversity, the rain will come back to my ears. To some extent, the sound of rain is making my seedlings grow up little by little and become the dew of my soul.
The rain is still falling, and the sound of the rain is crisp and pleasant. It made me discover my vulnerability immediately, and it also made me strong.
Close your eyes and don't talk. listen to ...
In 2022, Henan senior high school entrance examination 7 composition material "Fishing boat sings late" melodious music floated from the elegant and refined blue brick Dewari, and the beautiful melody of saxophone fluttered in the small town of Jiangnan water town.
In my dream, the Huishui River in my hometown winds forward and makes a gurgling sound. When I was a child, I cried, laughed and stumbled through a happy childhood without any regrets.
The pines and cypresses beside the ancient temple tinkled in the breeze, constantly soothing my consciousness. On the stone tablet next to the cemetery outside, the small cucurbit moss bloomed again in the newly arrived summer.
I still remember that my grandfather used to take me swimming in the water before his death. He picked up one or two small stones and threw them on the water. There are ripples on the water, and the water splashes on the lotus leaves, shining in the sunlight. This is my only memory of my grandfather ten years later.
The clouds in the sky are wandering uneasily, as if afraid, and I don't know if I miss the beautiful scenery below, always with a sad face.
Finally, the rain came to this comfortable town, bringing the essence of nourishing everything, but also bringing the inexplicable sadness that followed and went with it. I stood in the endless Tian Yu with a slightly yellow oiled paper umbrella and a precious robe. It seems that I am the only one at the moment, only poetic landscapes and endless rain.
Rain, fall ...
This is the last time I saw the rain in my hometown. I am about to return to the provincial capital city where I have lived for a long time, where there are endless food, invisible novelty, the trend of the times and lasting sunny days. ...
However, these are not as beautiful as one ten thousandth of their hometown!
The rain is about to stop, they are telling in my ear, telling, giving me long prayers, giving me endless homesickness and giving me endless motivation. ...
I finally left.
On the fast Hefei high-speed railway, I sat on it and looked at the distance through the window, looking forward to our next meeting. Miss the beautiful blue bricks and green tiles, miss the faint ancient trees, miss the clear water, miss the tall ancient Confucius Temple, miss the gourd beside the cemetery. If we meet again, I think they will still remember me!
The sound of rain has always been with me, and the beautiful rain scene has always remained in my heart.
In my heart, there is a kind of voice, which is beautiful. Like a crisp bird song, twittering; Like raindrops after spring, the footprints in my heart are scratching, and the sound comes from cicadas.
It's an early summer afternoon. I went to Tuoyu Daping, where my father went to work to do my homework. Being young and ignorant, I have been lazy to do my homework. I did my homework for a while and felt bored. Suddenly, a hoarse cry broke the silence in the afternoon. I know it's cicada's cry. Under the traction of this sound, several cicadas immediately responded, as if calling for friends.
I asked my father, "What does a cicada look like?"
Huh? Dad just smiled and said nothing, so I had to listen to cicadas and was no longer interested in my homework. Dad said, "I'm going out for a cigarette, and you continue to do your homework." Don't be lazy! " It was about half an hour before my father came back, holding a plastic box with a faint hiss in it. Unexpectedly, opening the box turned out to be a cicada. I looked at the cicada carefully for a long time and said, "So this is a cicada!" There are intermittent sounds inside, like a child crying. I listened carefully, but my voice stopped abruptly.
I don't know how long it took, but the plastic box didn't make any noise. I was angry, so I put it on the windowsill and left it alone.
Then I began to "process" my homework. Think of the cicada in the box, open it and see that the cicada inside has disappeared. At this time, there was a voice from outside, no, not an ordinary voice, but the voice of nature, the voice of nature yearning for freedom. I caught the cicada, but I didn't catch the cicada singing!
I said angrily to my father, "You are so annoying!" It is the cicada that you caught. "Dad stared at his eyes, then flashed a look of panic, and then seriously said to me," Do you know? Cicada usually has to go through three or four years of darkness underground to break through the ground. If one day they can break through the ground, they will have to endure the pain of cicadas! " I said, "Don't I look like a cicada? "Being imprisoned by you like a puppet all day!" Dad has no words for me.
It suddenly occurred to me that my father wanted to use cicadas to stimulate my study. My study life has been going downhill since junior high school, 200, 300, 400 or even later. Isn't that true? When did my parents not pay for my study, but I was not as good as cicada, and I was always weak? Aren't my efforts now just laying the foundation for a better life in the future? As a student, I should have studied hard. As the only boy in my family, I should have studied hard for my future life. I can't help crying when I think about what I have done with my parents now.
Thank you for letting me hear this wonderful cicada in that early summer afternoon!
In my heart, there is a kind of voice, which is beautiful. Like clear spring water, Ding Dong Ding Dong flows in my heart; Like a crisp bird song, I sing the song of life in my heart; Just like the rain after spring, it left a happy note in my heart. The sound comes from a cicada.
It was a noon in early summer, and my father and I went to his office to do our homework. Because I am young and ignorant, I have been lazy in my studies. I did my homework for a while and felt bored. Suddenly, a hoarse voice broke my silence. I know it's a cicada. Then, cicadas sing like a rushing stream, excited and excited, and then cut through the sky. Guided by the song of this cicada, the other cicada responded immediately. They seem to be calling for friends, and they are singing in harmony.
That was the first time I became curious about cicadas. I turned my head and asked my father, "What is a cicada like?" Dad just smiled and said nothing. I have to keep listening to cicadas. After a while, dad said he went out for a smoke. I said casually, oh. It was about half an hour before my father came back. There seems to be something hiding behind him. Curious, I skipped behind my father to find out, but it turned out to be a paper box. But there seems to be a sound in that paper box.
The voice is weak and intermittent, like a baby crying. When I tried to distinguish carefully, the sound came to an abrupt end again. At this moment, I suddenly realized that the sound came from cicadas.
It is really a cicada! I opened the box excitedly. That was the first time I saw cicadas!
I dare not let my father take the cicada out, but why doesn't the cicada sing? Dad said it might not adapt, and it will sing soon. However, I have been fiddling with it, and it has been silent, just not letting go of its voice.
I don't know how long it took, but the carton still didn't make a sound. I was angry, so I put it in a paper box and hung it on the windowsill, and never looked at it again.
I went on doing my homework. When I remembered, I found that the paper box I had forgotten was empty. Then I listened to it again, feeling that there seemed to be another sound in the cicada singing outside the window. I closed my eyes and listened to the cicada's voice wholeheartedly, and immediately felt that it was the sound of nature, because cicada was free.
So you can catch cicadas, but you can't catch cicadas.
I can't help thinking of myself, am I also a cicada, bound by whom, without freedom, happiness and a happy song? I pushed away the homework on the desk and said to my father, "You arrested me!" " "
Dad looked up at me doubtfully and said, "What?" I said angrily, "I am the cicada you caught!" " "I heard that, dad's eyes stared, and then with a panic. Then I heard my father say, "You know what? Cicada has to go through three or four years of darkness underground before it can break through the ground. But once the cicada is born, it will endure the pain of cicada slough and sing loudly for the short summer life. You are a cicada, too. All your efforts now are to break through the ground! "
I didn't understand my father's teachings at that time. When I grow up, I gradually understand that cicadas will not complain because of the darkness of three or four years, because they will win a hundred days of light; Nor will it grieve for the short song, because it has the song of life.
Summer solstice and autumn death, cicadas sing loudly, just to show people the value of life and tell people the joy of life. I will also win my own summer, and I will sing my Song Like's Cicada: I will sing loudly for my short summer! This is my heart, and it is a declaration that I have left in my heart.
2022 10, Henan senior high school entrance examination composition materials, invisible and intangible, can only feel with your heart. There are many different voices in my heart.
The parrot's voice has always been hidden in my heart, which was accumulated when I was a child. I remember buying a parrot with green feathers at home. I didn't know it would "talk" at that time. Occasionally, when I play with it, I will talk to myself. I didn't expect it to be repeated to me. Its voice took root in my young mind, because at that time I always naively thought that my parrot was the embodiment of the elf and was sent by my fairy sister to accompany me. Thus, the parrot's voice became the first beautiful voice in my heart, and it grew with me.
With the growth of age, the voices become more and more diverse.
The second thing that impressed me was my father's voice. When I was in the fourth grade, I did badly in the math exam once, and I was afraid to take it home to my parents for fear of being scolded. But the test paper had to be signed by my parents, so after some ideological struggle, I finally signed my name by imitating their handwriting. Later, my father found out. He didn't scold me, but told me the truth sincerely. One sentence touched me the most: "Be true to yourself and face your achievements bravely." My father's magnetic voice is imprinted in my heart and has always inspired me. Since then, I have never made a similar mistake.
The third voice, which I "heard" on TV during the Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, was a little girl holding her mother and crying and shouting "Mom". The heartbreaking voice gave me a deeper understanding of love and affection.
In the course of more than ten years' life, I have heard many voices, and only these three impressive voices have left a mark of growth in my heart, which I will remember all my life!