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Middle School Exam Essay 600 words Part 1I can not help but stop.
In fact, what attracted me to stop is just a plain spring flower. Peony has a "blossom time to move the capital" of the national color and fragrance, but she did not; sycamore has a "phoenix song carry on, in his highoka. Sycamore carry on, in his sunrise" of the show, but she did not; even the most inconspicuous cinnamon, there are still "osmanthus flowers bloom, the fragrance of ten miles" of the sweet fragrance, but she also did not.
The plant in front of the spring flowers, and even a green leaf has not been, a lone small yellow flowers, a sense of fine as a swimmer's stem, in the flower bed, head standing. But in the early spring, she added a touch of bright warm color to the world.
I squatted down and surveyed her with interest. "Shallow color like warbler feather, slender knot rabbit silk", she was in the first warm and cold in the cool wind in a serious straighten the slender waist, small and delicate goose-yellow petals delicate, welcome the light to see the crystal clear out of a small family breath, as if the playful fairy little girl first came to the earth, with unfamiliarity with the shyness of the life, up to her face, to the warmth of the light and heat given to her. Giving her light and heat of the warm sun, showing an uninitiated smile. The cold wind bent her back; she would never submit, and reared herself upright in the wind, holding her corolla high for the world to see. "I'm blooming!" She yelled with a smile. "Spring is here!" She swore proudly. She is strong enough to act as an early spring messenger and take on the mission of announcing spring.
The external didn't pass by. I will forget the nobility of the peony; when the sycamore fell out of the leaves, I will forget it in the summer of the pavilion as a cover; when the osmanthus "fall into the mud into dust," it can not do "only incense as the old". They are beautiful on the outside, poor and mediocre in the heart. Spring flowers are ordinary on the outside, not inside. Even if I enjoy all the splendor of the four seasons, from mid-spring to winter, I can not forget the unchanging heart of the spring flowers. It is also true that although she is small, but never humble; although ordinary, but never mediocre.
My thoughts fly. The mission of the spring is the mission of the spring flowers and the original heart, and I have never had their own original heart? The morning reading class on the clear sound of reading, track and field on the teeth of the sweat, to solve the problem when the pen meditation, the classroom concentration on listening, the examination on the pen ...... I, too, have a dream ah!
If you give up the first heart, everything is empty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it without any problems. The flower and teenager ah, will not be responsible for the youth not to worry about the dream, not to worry about the Shaohua not to worry about the heart.
In this good spring, I can not help but have accelerated the pace.
Under the gardenia tree, do you know that I am waiting for your return?
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The first light of the morning, the first light of the morning, reflecting in the pupil of the scene becomes hazy. Stretching out my fingers in the sunlight, I squinted slightly, allowing what I saw to become clear. Inhaling the ethereal air seems to stretch my body. The vines on the windowsill scattered a soft light. A bird's shadow swept by, hooves called the tune of the wind to float away.
Early in the morning, along with the pleasant clatter of the stream, I embarked on a journey with my grandfather to the market. I had to live with my grandpa because my parents were always working outside, and in my heart, my grandpa was more like my parents!
Not far from home, there is the farmers' market, according to our custom, people often set Sunday as the market day.
"Turn this corner and you're almost there! Keep up the pace!" Grandpa said to me in an encouraging tone. The two of us carried baskets of all sizes, as if we were shopping years ago, humming a little song along the way.
Just as I came to the farmers' market with excitement, I fell to the ground without noticing. In the midst of complacency, I forgot that the foot is a road full of stinky seafood flavor, I fell heavily on the ground. I fell heavily on the ground, and little by little the sewage, which smelled of fish, penetrated my pants. My grandfather, who was picking up seafood in front of me, didn't seem to realize my misfortune. I was like a little girl in a sedan chair, my mind was blank, so I sat on the ground, not knowing what to do. It was probably because Grandpa felt that there was less of my chattering and noise in his ears! He glanced back, I looked at, just two seconds, my eyes actually flooded with tears, the heart of the aggrieved strength, like a mountain rolling in the heart. Grandpa with his stumbling feet, a section of the trot, toward me. He came in front of me, bent down slightly, and stretched out his hands to me. Inadvertently, I seemed to see his eyebrows mixed with a few points of old age, that a handful of white hair on the forehead, wrinkles next to the eyelids, at that moment in my heart from the aggrieved instantly turned into a warm feeling.
At that moment, it seemed that the sun also added a few colors to their growth, shining obliquely on my face. That moment was fixed by me as an important moment, since then, my heart has added a love, that is, filial piety to grandpa.
Grandpa, you grow up with me, I grow old with you, okay? You said "not the true face of Mount Lushan, only in this mountain" of the truth; painted the "West Lake than Xizi, light makeup and thick smear is always appropriate" of the beauty; sang the "wishing for a long time, thousands of miles of *** Canyon! The blessing of "I wish you a long time, a thousand miles". Your extraordinary talent has created a new peak in the history of poetry!
2. Magnificent philosopher. It is you, gazing at Mount Lushan, said "I do not know the true face of Mount Lushan, only in this mountain" philosophy; it is you, looking at the dome of the sky, sang "Northwest looking, shooting the wolf" of the temperament; it is you, drinking the moon, chanting out the " Wish for a long time, thousands of miles of public Canyuanjuan" of the blessings of the world. You, not only the heart of the motherland, more bosom of the true feelings of the world. You, it is a good man to the feelings of the nature!
3, the end of the world. A good sentence, people have sadness and happiness, the moon has the yin and yin and round and short. You stand under the moon, lamenting the helplessness and impermanence of life. Sentimental flowing water accompanied you through the section of the decline of the career. You drink the wine in your hand, pouring out the true words of my view of the world on earth, not as drunken. The winter has passed, and it is time for the spring river to warm up again. Herb next to the water, whether or not you still leave a hale and hearty figure -
4, "the great river to the east wave amassed, the ancient wind and streams of characters" sung out of your heroic; "the night to dream suddenly home, small windows are combing make-up, look at each other without words, but a thousand lines of tears" sung your Tenderness; a test of fame, but also a bumpy career, but you show so tough. What you left behind is not only the poetry of talent, but also left a worthy example for future generations to learn.
5, the wine Qingtian. With "will pull the bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the sky wolf" ambition, with "wishing for a long time, thousands of miles *** entangled Juan" wish, with "ten years of life and death, do not think about it, since unforgettable! He has come with the long-lasting love of "ten years of life and death, not thinking about it, not forgetting it". He is as bold and open-minded as Yi An's Wan Nei. As the great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the people of the ancient times are all flowing. Dongpo Jushi, the poetry world of the star.
6, suddenly a "I want to go back by the wind" under the bright moonlight, you are far away from the drunk but the wind does not flow to reduce. The word, leaning and open; poetry, open up the ancient and modern has not been, lax water quality; text, diffuse and volatile, this is your soul. Wen poetry highlights the breadth of a wordsmith.
The night, I sleep is hazy, the door of the room was quietly opened, I was confused to see my father came, he used his large and warm hands to cover me with a quilt, by the cold invasion of me, suddenly warmed up.
When I was a child, I liked my father's hands, although those hands, very rough, so that those hands touch my hands, feel a little pain, but I do not mind, I like my father's hands.
After school, my father's hand is a pair of comforting hand, I was bullied, or aggrieved, my father often use that pair of big and warm hand gently caressing my furry little head, said the words of comfort me, I suddenly smile, that is not because I love my father's hand?
Finally, time passes little by little, mature. I can no longer rely on my father's hand to comfort me, and the heavy weight of learning, has gradually made me begin to forget my father's hand, forget the rich feelings contained in that hand and the infinite memories of it.
But when I often find my father's hand scars and more, I can not help but very heartbreaking. I thought to myself, "Can I really forget a pair of hands like that? That is my father's hands ah!
Almost the big test, the night, picking the lights of the night I, so tired, and so irritable, why is my father and pacing around me? I am more and more impatient.
Father and habitually reach out that hand, touch my head, I finally can't help it, turned his head violently, yelled at his father, "You're annoying ah! Do not see me busy ah?" Father first stunned, then smiled and said, "Good, good, I go, I go is."
I can not forget my father's smile, why did my father smile? Laughing at me so guilty, so self-condemnation, because the father's smile, clearly is hopeless and sad. My heart is no longer calm.
In fact, I was tired, and why would I not want to let my father's hand to touch, comfort it! At this time, my heart was shaken, yes, I really can not forget my father's hands, my heart is calling...
中考作文600字 篇5She, pavilion, flowers, all the people sought after. She is the embodiment of perfection. I, short and ambling, scars all over the branches and trunks, dark leaves, ugly and unattended. I am the representative of imperfection.
Early in the morning, the rose in the morning exercise in front of the old people extremely enchanting: a moment with the rhythm of the square dance with the ladies dance, a moment with the music and the granddaddy played the tai chi fist. In the midst of the sighing, I suddenly heard a mother-daughter conversation, the mother was telling her daughter about Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales, where an ugly duckling becomes a beautiful white swan.
"Child, don't be bitter, you've only been learning to paint for a short time, and your brush is certainly still very young now. But you have to have self confidence, you have to accept the imperfections now, give yourself a hug, one day you will paint roses in perfect style.
I opened my blurry tearful eyes and saw the girl who was embraced by her mother with a light of hope in her eyes ..... Yes ah,mom also said that I will be a beautiful flower in the future.
I no longer dislike my own ugly, at ease rooted in the soil at my feet. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Gradually, my branches grow thicker every day, my . Leaves are fattening day by day, and my rhizome is spreading day by day.
The summer came, the rainstorm like a sword like crazy to me and that a rose. I saw her petals fall to the ground, green leaves flying. And I leaned over and grabbed the soil tightly, so that the rain gave my leaves a sound washing.
A night of wind and rain nurtured my impulse to bloom. The rain cleared. "Mommy, look how pretty she is!" The little girl exclaimed beside me. Still the same gentle voice that told the fairy tale: "Child, her name is Violet."
"Mommy, I'll sketch here!"
I stretched my petals and looked at the white drawing board with wide eyes, and I saw my true face:In one corner of the garden, a purple mist was gradually illuminated by the sunlight, and the deep purple leaves seemed to glow, and the stars were dotted with tiny flowers, as if it were a lavender dream.
The little girl finished painting me, smiled and examined, and then added a few strokes next to me - it was the lonely rose branch, just to set off the beauty of my ......
The middle school essay 600 words Part 6The rush of the years, the watery years. Time has carved you into the mold of an adult, and did not forget to take away the father's face. The age of the old, the father's temples have gray hair, face wrinkles also gradually more layers. The original dark skin looks more old, see let me heart burst of acid waves.
Mother's love like water general moisturizing, from ancient times to the present have been praised. The father's love is like a mountain of speechlessness, quietly pay and not for the sake of obtaining. I want to sing the praises of the father's love of speechless, that kind of deep; father's love of deep, that kind of heavy; father's love of far, that kind of vast; father's love of simple; that kind of warm.
Father's love is like a mountain, tall and lofty, let me look at and afraid to climb; father's love is like the sky, rough and far-reaching, let me look up and pity and dare not whistle; father's love is like a river, far and long, so that I have the heart to flow and dare not wade in the water. Father's love is deep, father's love is bitter, father's love is difficult to understand, father's love called me difficult to return.
If you have a wonderful pen, but also outlined the father's love of the towering; if you have a high talent, but also can not write the father's love of the rugged and far-reaching; if you have a hundred rivers, it is difficult to tell the father's love of the source of the long flow. My father, very ordinary. He did not give me food to the mouth and clothes to the rich, but he never let me endure the cold and heat; he did not obey me, but his strictness let me y touched; he did not have all the time condolences, but he has never forgotten me; he did not have a gentle and elegant posture, but he has a busy back. Whenever I make a mistake, even without the prodding of a stick, a look from you can give me an epiphany. I don't dare to look into your eyes, because I'm afraid to touch the eyes, that makes my heart ache, for the sake of this family. You have paid all the sweat and effort, that bloodshot eyes, so that my heart is vaguely painful as if the root vines climbing on my heart, tight contraction.
Father, you are a tree. In the spring you accompanied me, in the summer you sheltered me from the wind and rain, in the fall you waited for me, and in the winter you protected me to sleep. Father, you are the sun in the sky. Even on cloudy days, I can feel your warmth. Father, you are a mountain, even when I want to give up the most, you are behind me to support me. Father, you are a wide sea, even when I have nothing, you will be my into your warm arms.
Let time slow down, don't let you get old again. The father's love is to speak without words, the father's love is to pay in silence, the father's love is simple and warm. I want to sing your praises, my father.
Middle school essay 600 words Part 7Time is in a hurry, and the years are long. Fantastic days - ninth grade has come. In front of us, we are facing the midterm examination, the turning point of life.
The midterm is not far away from us, the face of the midterm, we are nervous, we are pleased and troubled. We run between the classroom, dormitory, cafeteria every day, ninth grade, we ate breakfast early every day, came to the classroom, memorization, questions, listening to lectures, troublesome learning filled the students' lives, so that each student exhausted, listless.
Fortunately, there are a few humorous teachers to add a little fun to our boring learning life.
Look! The history teacher's humor and funny expression action, causing the students to laugh. In the history teacher teaching history class, because some knowledge points are very difficult to remember, the history teacher said, "You child, capable people." The words were sarcastic and made the students laugh. Both relieve the tension of the learning life, but also let the students remember the knowledge point, really two birds with one stone ah!
The chemistry teacher, known as "Zhentian Lei", look! Although it is class time, but the students still doze off constantly, some lying on the table huffing and puffing, some hands holding cheeks, upper and lower eyelids have been in the war ...... "Hoo" a whirlwind flew on the podium, "class! ", the sound is so big, those sleeping students quasi can not sleep. However, it is precisely because of this, to add a little fun to his teaching, students are very much like him.
A pay, there will be a harvest. Even if you pay a hundred times the sweat, a thousand times the hardship, as long as you can get out of the colorful road, it is also worth it.
"Not through some bone-chilling, how to get the fragrance of plum blossoms". The process of learning is difficult, hard, if not through hard work, how can "keep the clouds open to see the sun and moon"? Learning needs to take one step at a time, now, we should study hard to get through the first hurdle in life - the midterm.
Pick up the book, quiet heart ......
midterm essay 600 words Part 8I am a character is quite strong and independent people, from childhood to the parents have not pampered, on New Year's Day did not give them to buy something to say something good words. The most sensational thing I've ever done for my father is to give him a haircut and color his hair.
Things ready to stand behind my father, looking at my father has gray hair, I suddenly want to cry. How long has it been since I cared for him, he has become so old. Father is fifty-five years old this year, is a local farmer. Occasionally, he would go out to work with other people to find some work in his spare time. The heavy burden of life has pressed him to the point that he can no longer straighten his back, and his back is very hunched. The company's website has been updated with the latest information about the company's products and services, as well as the latest information about the company's products and services.
Four years ago, I was in the second year of junior high school one day in the evening self-study father took the raincoat to the class to find me, said to look at this evening may rain I put the raincoat to you sent. Fourteen-year-old me looked at the unkempt, slightly unkempt father to send me raincoat did not have the slightest touch. I just felt so ashamed that I told my father to go home quickly. I lowered my head and took the raincoat and quickly returned to my seat, the boy at the same table asked, is the one who just came your grandfather. I froze and didn't answer him. I said, I'll take a nap, you show me the teacher. The moment I lay down on the table, tears flowed uncontrollably. I hate myself a little, not even have the courage to recognize my own father. More hate that why is my father. Do you think I'm being hypocritical? Father's early years because of poverty, dragged to thirty years old married from Sichuan was abducted to the twenty-year-old mother. Then there were three of us siblings, my sister was twenty-four, I was nineteen, and my brother was ten. More than twenty years later, the family was still poor. That night, after all, it did not rain.
Dad smiled and said, you give me to count how many gray hairs I have. Looking at my father's head countless gray hairs, I felt heartache and a sense of impotence in my body organs spread. My brother looked at the hair and said, "I can't count them all. Mom said, "Let your child count how many black hairs you still have in that hair. I'm really sad that my father is already so old. The girl in the next dormitory called his father, pouting about all sorts of trivial things to chat for half an hour. I listened to the next door, a moment of silence. I'm used to hiding my grievances and feelings in my heart, and I don't say anything to anyone. Every time I call and father have nothing to say, each three minutes words. You take care of yourself over there, the house is fine don't worry. I said, you too. Dad said, hang up then. I said, good.
I do not say does not mean I do not care about you, father, you are a very important person in my life.
There are 99 days left, and I will be the only one to take the midterm exam.
Usually, I listen to music, play soccer, play basketball, play computer games all day ...... day happy like no tomorrow. The exams seem so far away from us. But now, it is right in front of us. It is so cruel to press this me, make me breathless.
Students are studying seriously, usually noisy class is now dead. Since the 100-day pledge, there are "xxx days to the examination" sign has been hanging on the wall of the class. The students lifted their tired heads, as soon as they saw the sign, they were put back into the intense study.
In such a tense atmosphere, I gave myself a study plan:
5:00 ~ 5:50 - revision of English vocabulary, language poetry and quotations
12:30 ~ 13. 30 - do math, physics intensive training questions
19:00 ~ 22: 30-Do homework
22:30～23:30-Read chemistry, politics, geography, biology books
Sticking to the day, I felt very tired. At this point, I thought: how nice it would be if we had summer vacation now!
But thinking was just thinking, and I knew I should and must keep going.
Without realizing it, the midterm was over. I had a long awaited vacation. Although the results have not yet been announced, I have enough confidence to believe in myself. So I didn't feel any pressure. So I planned to use this vacation to have a good relaxation.
Here is an excerpt of the main things I did on one of the days:
7:00-10.30-Internet surfing
13:00-17:00-Swimming
20:00-21:30-go shopping
21:40-23:00-Watching TV
After a day of "relaxation", I also felt very tired. There was also a hint of melancholy due to the emptiness. I thought to myself, "I wish I could go to school right now!
Suddenly I remembered how I felt before the exam, and I was in deep thought.
Yes, everything has a degree, too much, too little is not good. Excessive fun is much more tiring than studying!
Always think of you, my sister.
Back then, you were just born and I was ten years old. The first time I saw you, your eyes were not open, your forehead protruded, and you were a little ugly. With the time change, I have been twelve years old, you have been two and a half weeks, the first cute.
Always think of you, that lovely figure. Perhaps because of your age, you are a little obese. And because you are not picky about what you eat, you look fleshy, like a fat doll in a yearbook, and like a bloated teddy bear. Maybe you yourself have not noticed, your happiness, hosting the feelings of the whole family.
Always think of you, that bright smile. As you jumped up and down all day, lively, your face looked red. Although I don't want to describe it as an apple, I have no choice - your face is red as an apple. It must be cute to smile with a face like that. And indeed it is, as the corners of your mouth widen and your four little tiger teeth come out of the frame.
At the same time, the eyes narrowed into two remnants of the moon, the two pupils as deep as the dark night, but unexpectedly burst out of the light of life, looking back at the smile can not be a hundred winks of life, but also can make the family warm as spring.
Always think of you, your stupid behavior. You're only two and a half weeks old, not as old as a three year old, and it's only natural that you'd act stupidly. I also often give you a "magic". During summer vacation, my family took a trip to the southeastern hills. On the highway, we had to go through one tunnel after another. Before entering the tunnel, I would cover your eyes: "It's dark!" You looked at the dark "sky" in the tunnel and believed it.
Nearly out of the tunnel, I also cover your eyes: "Dawn! After returning home, you often cover your eyes, wow! But the sky was bright. Wow! But the sky was still light. Once, you covered your eyes when you fell asleep, woke up already is the night, you think "magic" success, they are happy for two days, the whole family also followed the happy.
I always think of you, the moon that holds the feelings of the whole family; the elf that brings happiness to the family; the girl who called me brother - my sister.