The weather in the middle of winter is cold and dark, just like my mood at the moment.
I don't know when a light snow came from the sky and rustled on the ground, like something was broken, in my heart.
The result of the final exam almost suffocated me. I'm bored, I'm helpless! I obviously worked hard, but with a wave of God's huge hand, my efforts turned into disdain and ridicule, which was maximized and occupied the whole screen.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Every year, this has become a fate. The difference is that my exam results were earlier than it was born this year! Suddenly I feel that there is no spring, summer and autumn in life, only this cold winter. ...
Out of the house and into the fields.
The snow here seems smaller than at home, and the sky is a little brighter than mom's eyes. I picked up a dead branch and danced like the wind, sweeping the snow in the air. Snowflakes were not afraid, but still whirled and danced like butterflies, and finally fell to the ground. The ground is already a thin layer, white and soft, so that I can't bear to go any further for fear that it will destroy this clean and white world.
At the crease of the sleeve, a white angel floated. Is it snow? Gently fiddle with it, but there is no response; Look again, it's not a common hexagon. It turned out to be a goose feather! A small "alternative".
In the wind, it was lifted again and again, and it was put down again and again, silently without regrets. "Gravity equals 9.8N/kg", and those complicated things flashed through my mind. Yes, because of gravity, it fell to the ground; Because of its otherness, it is lonely and friendless, and it is blown away by the wind. But it seems to be very happy, without the humiliation of being teased by the wind and the loneliness of having no companions, and still stubbornly falls to the ground to find its own home.
I could have caught it, but I didn't.
I chased it to see how this non-life life would end. It won't know that someone is paying attention to it, and it still floats happily, falls silently, jumps silently and smiles. ...
Finally, it stayed in a clump of hay. Is this its final destination?
I squatted down, gently picked it up and held it in my hand, like holding a priceless treasure. "Come with me," I said to it gently. "Who let us meet in this snowstorm? It is also a friend in need. "
I know, this year, this may be the only birthday present I received. It is very light, almost weightless; But it is also very heavy, reminding me that people have gains and losses in their lives. We must be brave in facing difficulties and be optimistic in order to succeed.
A goose feather, my birthday present-no, it's a gift of life! It flutters in my heart. From then on, I was no longer lonely. With its company, I am no longer afraid of the wind and rain ahead.
Full score reason ...
This is a beautiful lyric prose about scenery.
Cloudy and snowy weather, lonely and depressed mood, in the delicate and vivid article description of the little author, achieved the effect of blending scenes. The failure of the exam coincides with the arrival of the birthday, which can be described as "the intersection of sadness and joy", and because of the bad weather, this "happiness" is getting dimmer and dimmer. However, an unexpected goose feather has become the turning point of the article, which finally makes the author walk out of loneliness, regain his confidence and make the article play a high-spirited melody.
Goose feather and snowflake seem to be completely different, but the author links them together and becomes an opportunity for emotional turning point, with clever conception; Coupled with the delicate portrayal, people have to admire the author's ingenuity and writing skills. The full text focuses on the topic from suppression to promotion, which fully shows the spirit of a student who is good at adjustment, brave in facing difficulties and high morale. It is a rare masterpiece in the examination room. A piece of goose feather is a gift of life. This gift is faith. Because of faith, we are no longer alone.
From then on, I am no longer confused.
Everyone has his own book, and the gloom and glory of the theme depends on the author's mood.
I won't believe that a person will be dim or brilliant all his life. I just think everyone's book should have a chapter to record the turning point in life. I often look through a book that belongs to me. Laughter and tears, success and failure, and the turning point of life constitute that meaningful chapter.
I got full marks in the first exam, and my father praised my efforts. Cooking for the first time didn't burn the rice. My mother praised my ability. The teacher praised me for successfully organizing the first class meeting. Ah, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and flower of life is brilliant.
However, life is not always smooth sailing.
On a stormy night, there was no moon, and I was lying in bed, tears blurred my vision. Why? Why do all the misfortunes come to me alone? I keep asking myself that. I remember it was a day when it never rains but it pours: my grandfather, who always loved me, suddenly left this world; Mother was admitted to the hospital because of sadness and illness; I was absent-minded in my studies, so I turned on a red light during the final exam. Life seems to be gloomy in an instant, and the gloom for several days in a row is discovered by friends. Without much language, she simply said, "Facing misfortune, challenging it and overcoming it is a different kind of happiness." I read what she said. As a result, all the misfortunes became insignificant, and I still lived as usual, and my life became moist again. The sky is not all blue and the clouds are not all white, but flower of life is always brilliant.
When I was a child, life made me understand what a habit is; When I grow up, I understand that people should learn to break habits. The alternation of failure and success makes me really realize that failure is the mother of success, and the fierce competition makes me see the reality of not advancing or retreating. When my friend handed me a farewell guest book, I suddenly tasted the taste of separation ... Life is an encyclopedia, and as long as you read it carefully, you will certainly understand something.
After experiencing the nourishment of happiness and the baptism of wind and rain, facing life, more should be in-depth thinking. And the result of thinking is: I am no longer confused.
In 2007, Fuzhou, Fujian Province, got full marks in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination.
From then on, I was no longer depressed.
The cold wind can only destroy the body of the flower, but it can't destroy the will of the flower.
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Autumn, arrival, unconsciously.
The autumn of the soul has also arrived. In the evening, sitting under the lamp reading, I can't help but feel depressed when I think of yesterday's bad English exam. Let's go for a walk.
Moonlight dusk, walking on the country road, a desolate. The bleak autumn wind blows on me, ah, it's so cold, really. The poet said, "Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely." I think this statement is correct. Autumn wind sweeps away leaves, autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, and autumn can destroy everything. Isn't the word "worry" just "autumn comes to mind" The ancients made clever words, just like my mood at the moment.
There used to be a flower bed in front, but now it's desolate, with broken branches and leaves everywhere. Although it was "smashed into mud and crushed into ashes", it was "not as fragrant as before". They turned yellow and were blown away by the wind. It turns out that the grand occasion of competition is long gone, and there is no trace of red and green.
I just feel that I, fallen leaves and residual flowers are so similar now, and the experience is self-evident.
I feel depressed and don't want to go home. The once flourishing phoenix tree has been scarred and lonely. What was the lush scenery like in the past? Where is the majesty of the past? "The solitary phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn." Li Yu's poems actually coincide with my mood at the moment. How do you feel now? Well, I'm afraid even I can't tell now.
Looking back on my English achievements in the past, how glorious I am! I am the teacher's pet and the head of my classmates, but the good times don't last long, and pride makes people fall behind. Now I really realize its true meaning and try its power. When it attacked me, I was at a loss, completely collapsed and became fragile. I remember but my legs are weak. I want to climb forward but I'm not willing.
The teacher's neglect chilled me, and I fell into a dark abyss. Can I make a comeback?
In front of us are some remnants of grass killed by the cold wind. They have withered and lost their former vitality. They just silently wait for the moment when "the east wind turns green and the governor is grass", but they don't make progress. Alas!
Oh? What is that? Looking closely, several clusters of yellowish wild chrysanthemums trembled slightly in the wind and struggled tenaciously with autumn.
I was stunned. I didn't know this flower was so strong and stood proudly in the cold wind, firmly believing that success was just around the corner. Facing the wild chrysanthemum, I am thinking deeply: wild chrysanthemum is so, then, what about me? Can I still be afraid of difficulties? Can I still be willing to lag behind, be willing to be a chess piece, and be willing to be a green leaf with flowers but self-righteous obscurity?
No, absolutely not! A setback is nothing, how can you live in the first place. Everyone is a green leaf, who is a red flower? Everyone should be a paving stone, who will become a tower?
The air flow is smooth, the sky is clear, the full moon is bright, and the mind is open.
I hurried home and wrote Zong Pu's words "Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless" on the title page of the book. From then on, I was no longer depressed. I will greet everything life has given me with a smile.
From then on, I no longer have grandma's love.
The wind blows without direction, but there is no wave in the ocean of the heart. Without it, my heart seems to be dead, and sadness fills my heart, just for one person. Flowers are in bud, smiling slightly in the wind, and the rain moistens the hearts of flowers like a dewdrop. I don't expect to have a panoramic view of the beauty of the world. I just hope grandma can come back to us.
I clearly remember the scene 159 days ago, which was the injury and pain of my life! I can't forget that shocking scene in the morning. When I was still sleeping, I heard my aunt say that my grandmother was dying. I quickly got out of bed and ran to grandma's house without even wearing shoes. The shroud has been put on the quilt. Looking at grandma's scrawny face, my tears swirled in my eyes, and I knew grandma had left us for another world. Grandma seems to be waiting for something, and my tears can't help flowing down.
Let's go 15 9 o'clock, the moment of lifelong regret has arrived. Grandma left. She left alone.
The next day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and the hearse came. Many people helped us and carried grandma away. I don't know whether rain or tears wet my eyes. The hearse slowly left, there were too many people. I struggled to wipe away the tears in my eyes and wanted to see my grandmother again. This is the last time in 15 years, but they hold me back. Mud washed away the hearse. I wiped the tears from my eyes and put a raincoat on my grandfather. We know grandpa must be more upset than anyone. I asked God to let time freeze and let me see grandma's kind face more. God has no mercy on me, and time is still passing. At noon, the rain stopped, and my father held grandma's coffin and fell to the ground crying. God is very generous, in this 15 years, let me enjoy grandma's love; God is also very stingy, saying that he can't delay a day. This punishment for me is my lifelong regret! Missing can only be reborn in ashes.
I have walked in front of my grandmother's grave many times, and I dare not stare at her grave. The wind blew the fallen leaves by the roadside to one side. Fifty-nine days ago, on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, it was grandma's centenary. We held sacrifices to pay homage to grandma, imagining grandma lying in the cold underground, and my tears flowed down involuntarily.
Grandma, it's another spring, the spring breeze is warm, everything is reviving, and the fields are green, but you can't see them. Don't cherish the happy time of 15, let it pass by in a hurry and let it slip away in infinite regret. I look forward to going back in time, returning to your arms to coquetry and telling the story of the gods in the sky. How lonely I am without you and how sad I am without you. But the four seasons still take turns, and time still goes around the clock. Grandma left and never came back. ...
Full score reason ...
Touching people, don't worry about feelings yet.
Originally, people's birth, illness, death and illness are natural laws, but every time I read such a truth, it is still touching and boasting. The author described the shocking scene of grandma's departure with heartfelt feelings, and I believe the shock brought to readers is the same.
This article begins with psychological description, and then begins with flashbacks, intercepting several touching fragments related to grandma-when I was dying, I bid farewell to the dead in the rain and swept away for a hundred days. The ending is about revisiting the cemetery in spring, returning to the main narrative line and taking care of the theme. The structure of the full text is tight and the technique is flexible, which fully shows the author's conception and writing ability. Articles are always narrated by the inner monologue of the first person, which is convenient for the expression of feelings. The emotional tone of the full text is gloomy, closely surrounding the center of grandma's departure, and the clues are clear, which is a successful exam exercise.
Yes, it's another spring, the spring breeze is warm, everything is reviving, and the fields are green, but the little author's grandmother can't see it. Many times, it is like this. Many people and many things appear around us every day. We take it for granted that these people will always stand there waiting for us and never leave. So, we turn around again and again, but there will really be one. When I looked back, those people were gone. So please cherish it.
Selected Excellent Compositions of Fuzhou Senior High School Entrance Examination in 2007
Never look up at that tree again.
Time is a tree. Only when the old leaves wither can new buds grow. I just want to stand under that tree and look up at the sky again. -inscription
There is a tree on campus, I don't know its name, but it is so tall and straight, evergreen all the year round, and there is a light spot on the lush leaves, standing proudly.
When I first saw the tree, I met her, and both of them looked up at the canopy at the same time and gave a sigh of "how high". Look back and smile at each other, and the mountains and rivers will ring from now on. Young people are full of lofty sentiments. We should knock on the door of Fuzhou No.1 Middle School! From then on, the clouds floating in the sky, under the big tree is the figure of our comparison results. I won less and lost more. I lost interest for a long time, and I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to her.
The child's breath is like passing clouds and smoke, and he hurried away when he came. In the second day of junior high school, I sat by the window, which was very cool. She may have got a sunburn. After several hesitations, she finally came to me and said with a smile, "It's almost as tall as a tree. Do you still want to bet on children? " In fact, at that time, I was as tall as a tree root, only the classroom was raised by one floor, and then I just looked up slightly at the top of the tree. Soon made up, our schoolwork burden increased a lot, occasionally looked up, just confused.
When the first rain in summer pours down, the urgent third day beats in our veins. The floor finally rose to the height of the canopy, and finally there was no need to look up, and finally there was no time to look up. She still sat next to me and asked me calmly, "Do I want to apply for No.3 Middle School?"
In an instant, a heavy, huge and dark shadow pressed against me. I tried to persuade her, but I was speechless. I don't think I will give up my ideal, so what qualifications do I have to deviate from her current ideal?
We are a cloud in each other's sky, occasionally projected on each other's hearts, briefly met and separated for a long time. I seem to see her smiling under the tree, sighing "how high" and waving goodbye.
After that, I stopped looking up at the tree. The tree will be greener next year, and there is nothing we can look up to under it.
And life is reciprocating, just looking up, catching up, surpassing, and rushing in looking up. Farewell, my beloved alma mater, there will be tall trees waiting for me to look up.
After that, I stopped looking up at the tree. As time goes by, her figure will eventually blur. In the distance, another tree is waving.
In 2007, Fuzhou, Fujian Province, got full marks in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination.
I'm not a child anymore.
Mom:
Hello!
Some words have been hidden in my heart for a long time, but I have never dared to speak, because I know that before I finish, you will definitely interrupt me and say, "What can I do for you?" How happy you are now! Don't worry about food, clothes and pocket money, but when my mother was a child ... "
Mom, how many times have you told me about your childhood?
I know, mom. Life was hard when I was a child. In the production team, you have to work hard to earn points so that you can get more points when you divide things after autumn. At that time, children would be extremely happy as long as they could have a stuffed jiaozi during the Spring Festival, because they seldom ate white flour. But, mom, have you ever thought that it is 2 1 century, and it is no longer the era of people's communes? Every family is trying to live a well-off life, but you always talk about food and clothing. There must be new pursuits in the new era, and it is far from enough to solve the problem of food and clothing!
Mom, I want to say to you: I long for equality and freedom.
I don't know why you always peek at my diary. Don't you know that you can't touch other people's things without their permission? Maybe it's nothing to you at all. You will say that I am your daughter. You have raised me so much, you have the right to see it. I even think this is a concern for me and a kind of love. But, mom, you know, my daughter is really angry and sad. If you think your behavior is justified, why don't you ask me for it aboveboard and just peek? So, I have to hide my diary in Tibet, even put it with my good friends and never take it home again. Do you think it's good for mother and daughter to become intrigues over this?
Also, whenever I occasionally bring my classmates home, you always seize the opportunity to scold me and say that I am wrong, which makes me lose face and shame in front of my classmates. Mom, didn't you do anything wrong when you were a child? Do you like to let grandma scold you in public? Now, I won't take my classmates home again, and I won't give you another chance to behave like this. But in turn, you blame me for being unpopular and withdrawn. Is this my fault? Am I willing to do this?
Mom, I will never forget your concern and love for me. I will always be grateful to you and repay you. But, mom, maybe you can respect me. My daughter is not your private property. When she grows up, just like a bird, she wants to fly freely and yearns for a blue sky of her own. You have to understand that your daughter is no longer a child!
I am here to convey
welcome
From then on, I am no longer willful.
I have been the little emperor in my family since I was a child, and my parents, grandparents are my courtiers. I went west, but they were afraid to go east. I pointed to the north, and they dared not say south. Every day they around me, delicious, fun, a call, clothes to reach out, food to mouth. Life is very pleasant! Gradually, I grew up. Because I live in a honeypot, I become more and more willful. When I see what I want, I must get it. My parents are worried about my bad habits, but no matter what I do, I can't cure them. It has stimulated me to cry and make a scene several times, making my home in a mess, so I have to come with me helplessly.
The year before last, when my father was laid off, the family's financial resources suddenly decreased by more than half, and life became tight. How can I stand the poor days when I have been extravagant and don't know what money is, and I still don't know it? I cried and couldn't get rich people, so I had to endure it. It will be my birthday soon. Birthdays in previous years are always glamorous. I think this year's birthday must be delicious, choose a good gift. I never thought that on my birthday, my home was deserted and unprepared. My mother took me aside and explained to me hesitantly that something had happened this year, so let me put up with it first and make up for it next year. I didn't wait for her to finish, so I turned around and ran out of the house, thinking about something more important than my birthday. Hum, I obviously don't want me to live ... I ran and ran to a new residential area, but I was tired of running, so I found a chair to sit down and rest and look around. Not far away, there seems to be a resident who wants to decorate the house and is looking for someone to move materials upstairs, surrounded by a person. I was about to turn away when I heard a familiar voice-it was dad! I looked back and froze. I saw my father's short body, carrying a bag of cement. Under the pressure of dozens of kilograms, his body looks so thin. I suddenly understood why life became miserable, why I couldn't celebrate my birthday, why my mother said something, everything, just because-my father was laid off, and I ... tears of disappointment overflowed my eyes. I turned and ran home, bought a bottle of beer for my father, put away the bath water and waited for my father to come back. ...
When night fell, my father dragged himself into the house with a small cake in his hand-he remembered my birthday. That night, I still can't forget it. I told my father everything. Dad cried, too He touched my head and said I was sensible. That cupcake is not as delicious as I used to eat, but I still think it is the sweetest and most delicious cake I have ever eaten ... From that night on, I began to learn to do housework and buy food ... Everyone said that I looked like a different person. I know in my heart that if I hadn't seen my father that day, I wouldn't have become what I am now. I overcame bad habits such as willfulness and picky eaters. Young people who are not sensible have drifted away with the wind, and the immature fruits are gradually maturing. Headstrong, let me say goodbye to you!
From then on, I no longer longed for sunshine.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. -inscription
I stand alone on the road of life.
The wind, with rain, bared its teeth at me. The sky is gloomy, showing its domineering and roaring between heaven and earth.
I looked at the front sadly, and the confused future made me uneasy. Everyone else left early, but I stopped.
Looking back on my past, there are thorns and traps everywhere. The endless "mountain of books" stands in the darkness on the road, and the unfathomable "sea of learning" flows in front of me. How can we expect it to be far or dark when we finally get through it? ...
Sun, come out, I need your sunshine, warm sunshine!
However, only the wind is roaring and the rain is roaring!
In that case, I might as well stop here. The principle of "being behind will be beaten" remains unchanged, and the dream is too far from reality.
So, despite the wind and rain, I still sat there in decadence, complaining that the sun didn't warm my sadness, sighing alone, closing my eyes and erasing reality. ...
In my dream, there was an earth-shattering roar. "Tears can never wash away fate!" "I am looking for Lu Xun in my dream, and I am encouraging myself to persevere on the road of literature. I was surprised and expressed my respect. " I want to hold my destiny! "Another man is determined to go to heaven. That is Beethoven, who fought against deafness to the end. Silently, I began to turn my back on my words and deeds-have people been knocked down like this?
I turned around and was surprised to find that Zhu Yuanzhang was dissatisfied with the fate of beggars and simply wrote down the glorious history of Daming; Zhang Haidi is indomitable and shines with success in her wheelchair. Helen Keller is even more determined to create a miracle that deaf people can achieve. ...
Too many, but I don't know. Isn't it childish to go back to the province and complain weakly about the appearance of sunshine?
Yes, people can fall down when they encounter setbacks, but they can't be depressed and complain about others, hoping for success at their fingertips. If Madame Curie is like this, are there any other elements and the Nobel Prize?
Patting the dust, I stood up-the sunshine is beautiful, but I am the master of fate and the pursuer. Longing for sunshine is a coward's begging. Only by relying on our own hands can we create a brilliant future.
From then on, I no longer longed for sunshine. Persevere in the pursuit of a better future and strive for the world of life more steadily.
From then on, I was no longer lonely.
Flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, watching the clouds rolling in the sky.
This is a sentence that I appreciate very much. It vividly expresses a calm and free state of mind. But whenever I chew it carefully and ponder it repeatedly, I always feel that there is a taste called loneliness.
Yes, I'm lonely. In fact, the real loneliness is not living on a desert island, but I don't know who to open my heart to in a busy crowd ... Maybe excellent grades didn't add glory and joy to me, but blocked my happiness like an insurmountable gap. Why? I don't want envious eyes, I just want to play and laugh with my classmates equally and freely ... I am like a bird with golden wings tied in Tagore's works, which can't fly high; I often accompany sister Lin "with empty eyes and tears hanging" and whisper "Who will be buried in Nong next year" because I am lonely.
However, that ordinary rainy day changed everything.
"Boom!" The class suddenly exploded the pot, because the weather changed suddenly and it was raining cats and dogs. Individual timid girls cover their ears and pout; Some "Zhuge Liang" with umbrellas feel glad for their ingenious design. And I'm bored thinking about whether an umbrella can grow on the ground to send me home. Hehe, the school bell arrived as scheduled. I just looked at the rain curtain outside the window and sighed heavily. I was going to go ahead in the rain, wasn't I? Why doesn't it rain? I looked up and saw a red umbrella. When I turned around, I saw a red smiling face. She said, "Let's go together! Take a shower like this and go home. Hey, are you going to donate money to the hospital? Haha! " So, we smiled at each other and our hearts quickly approached. That umbrella not only sheltered me from the wind and rain, but also broke the cage of loneliness for me-I was no longer lonely because of her, my best friend.
Because of friendship, my life is full of sunshine. We laughed together, misunderstood and quarreled; We will run all the way and shout out the depression in our hearts; We used to lie in the same bed and talk to each other about the private affairs of two little girls ... Three years passed quickly, and like running water, she melted the ice and snow in my heart with her enthusiasm. We are about to leave, but I am no longer lonely. That belongs to our beautiful time, like a pair of warm hands, holding happiness to the highest point of the soul and never falling.
Loneliness has turned into a wisp of smoke drifting from my window, and when will my blessing bloom in your heart like a gardenia on a branch?
After that, I stopped frowning.
Bathed in the spring, she sat quietly by the stream and let it wet her skirt.
I can only stare at her blankly. I can't take my eyes off her beauty. Although our names are only one word short, we look different.
Her name is Shi and my name is Dong Shi.
Her beautiful appearance makes her the focus of attention and the object of discussion whenever and wherever, while my scary appearance only makes people laugh.
I don't know why, but suddenly I put my hand over my heart and frowned. At this moment, I seemed to see a fairy, with her mouth open in surprise and unable to speak.
I think this is why the stone is so beautiful.
I practiced several times until I was sure that my movements were almost the same as those of the teacher. I decided to go out and get out of the house where I had been hiding for a long time.
When I came to the market, I learned to frown from my teacher and thought that the villagers should stop laughing at me this time. Actually, I ran away with a smile. But I didn't lose heart and continued to frown. I want to change people's views on me. My frowning figure appeared everywhere, but I got the reputation of "learning from the East".
Haven't I learned enough to like it? I practiced silently in front of the bronze mirror, but I looked more and more ugly in the mirror. I waved wildly in fear, but I accidentally broke the bronze mirror. At that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak.
Am I destined to live in the eyes of the world's ridicule?
As the moonlight shines obliquely into the window lattice, it refracts my tears and stings my eyes. I looked up at the moon, and the bright moon was actually incomplete. Moonlight gently covers me, soothes my wounds and fills my heart.
It turns out that the most beautiful moment of the moon is when the outline is incomplete; The most beautiful moment in the pool is when there is a pool of ripples. ...
I looked at the moon silently and said firmly: I want to be myself.
From then on, I no longer frown in the village, but my sincere smile and busy figure. Be caring and attentive to the sick uncle Li, take care of the children for the anxious sister-in-law Wang, and water the rice seedlings planted by uncle Chen.
I always frown and smile, but I get a kind smile from the villagers. Be myself and be a god who stretches his brow.