Writing in senior three 1 Great! My friend gave me a box of Lego bricks, which are assembled racing cars!
The picture on the box caught my attention! The white body is very eye-catching There is a big blue "1" between the two yellow doors. The bright red reflector and four yellow and red "lights" make the whole car look handsome and beautiful.
This racing car consists of 320 small building blocks. Ah, "320" piece? So many pieces, when do you want to fight? Although I am afraid of difficulties, I can't resist the temptation of perfect racing. Hey hey, got it. I turned around and turned on my voice: "Mom, please help me spell it."
My mother saw my mind at a glance: "it seems difficult, but it is not necessarily difficult." As long as you have patience, you can always spell it. Son, look at the instructions, you can do it! "
I pieced it together according to the instructions, and time passed in my disassembly. Seeing that success is imminent, just put the mirror together and everything will be OK.
Hey, why is it so loose after splicing? Don't you press it tight? Press hard, it doesn't work. Dismantled and reassembled, the mirror is still rickety. What the hell is going on here!
No, I'll try again. I changed the angle of the removed mirror and tried to press it again. But when I tried hard, it jumped to the ground naughty.
"I quit!" Seeing that I quit, my mother came up to me and said, "Everything is difficult before it is easy! As long as you are careful and willing to work hard, you can succeed. " I heard this with great confidence. Although it was done with the help of my mother, I was still very happy to see the car that was no different from the picture.
In a small village, there is an obedient child, only three years old. His name is Tintin.
One sunny afternoon, Tintin carried his father's "task"-dumping a big bag of garbage. Tintin is moving garbage. Although others are small, their strength is not small! Look: Tintin is bouncing around with a big bag of garbage on his back, and he can't see how hard it is. After a while, when he reached the river, Tintin was an obedient child, but sometimes he was narrow-minded and mostly lazy. When Dingding saw the river, he thought, well ... let's throw the garbage here. Dad doesn't know anyway. Then Tintin shouted, "Ah-hey!" There is an extra bag of garbage by the river far away from Tintin. Ding Ding went home in high spirits.
Xiaohei cried, so sad.
Xin Li happened to see this when he came over. She thought, Oh, why is Tintin so naughty? So Li Xinran came and grabbed Tintin's arm and said, "Tintin, you ..." "Hey, it's my sister Li Xin. I haven't seen you for a long time. By the way, what can I do for you? " Tintin made a naughty expression and stuck out his tongue at Li Xinyi and said. Li Xin said angrily, "Tintin, you are a very good boy. Why did you throw garbage into the river? " ? The river is crying. "
Tintin began to be very sensible. He knows that he shouldn't throw rubbish into the river. Later, he was at a loss. How can the river cry?
"Sister Xin Li, I know it's wrong for me to throw garbage into the river, but how can the river cry?" Tintin cocked his head and asked Xin Li. Xin Li squatted down and smiled and said to Ding Ding: "You threw the garbage by the river, of course you didn't feel it!" Tintin was even more puzzled: "No, sister, how did you feel it?" Li Xin stood up, looked at the river of tears and said to Tintin, "I felt it with my heart. Look, there are so many garbage dumps by the river. What would you do if you were the river? " Ding Ding said: "I will be sad, I may cry, because I don't agree with others throwing garbage next to me." Li Xin became serious: "So, Tintin, you all think so, let alone Xiaohei?" "I know!" Ding Ding said, "I throw the garbage into the garbage station!" " "
Tintin picked up the garbage and ran to the garbage station.
Xiao He smiled, so happy!
I have a dream, that is to grow a pair of wings and fly. It is generally believed that flying is in the sky. That's true. In the sky, you can play with sparrows; Practice formation with geese; Practice singing with larks; Dancing with peacocks ... but I hope I can grow a pair of magical wings and fly me to that heaven. ...
Ah! Really! Really! I am really in heaven! Ah! It's so beautiful ... "Dad-Mom-where are you? Mom and Dad ... Where are you? I'm so scared ... whoops ... "Indeed, in this beautiful and mysterious paradise, it's lonely without company. How I wish my parents could be by my side and accompany me to visit this beautiful paradise ... Suddenly, a blue and pink light appeared. Ah, it's an elf! She fell into my hand, then slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me. "hmm? Are you ... an elf? " I rubbed my eyes and said to the elf. "Well, yes, hello, my name is cappuccino!" What? Why is an elf called "cappuccino" This is ... Don't think so much, she, what should I do? "ah! I know, are you going to walk through this beautiful paradise with me? " "Well, that's right!" Really, it's true! Cappuccino is going to visit this beautiful paradise with me.
I walked in the beautiful paradise drinking cappuccino. I know that there is no sorrow, no sorrow, no pain and unhappiness, only ecstatic laughter, unscrupulous play and infinite joy. I was with "cappuccino" and forgot all the loneliness and parents. I just disappeared into the fog with my cappuccino. ...
July 7th is a sunny day. Sunset greeted the arrival of the night, the sun father-in-law was reluctant to go, and the wind mother-in-law was busy coming to watch, which always brought people a burst of coolness.
"Otherwise, let's go to the reservoir!" Mom said with a smile. I was shocked. The reservoir is a place and far away. It is located under the branch forest and above Yin Da, and it takes three or four mountain villages to get there. "I'm not going! So tired, who dares to go! " I retort. My mother smiled and said to me, "I knew you wouldn't dare to go." Suddenly, I got angry. "Laugh at me every time, hum, I'll show you what I can do!" "After thinking about it, I got on my bike, adjusted the speed to the highest level, and strode into the reservoir.
I was driving on a long road, always looking at the scenery and running water along the way. In less than ten minutes, I arrived at a new village: Hanxitou, but I rode all the way to the reservoir. Ten minutes later, I finally arrived. Many things happen. Next, the most difficult level: uphill. I turned the speed to third gear because it would be easier to ride. By this time, I was exhausted and obviously couldn't stand the threat of going uphill. I encourage myself in my heart: I must advance for the goal! I can't let others look down on me! I rode very hard, my sweat was dripping and my hair was soaked. However, success lies ahead. I'm here! I am very happy.
It's downhill below. I didn't even have to ride, so I went down. /kloc-I got home in less than 0/5 minutes, and I showed off to my mother. I am very happy, for the goal, go forward bravely!
I'm going to senior three.
When I walked through the long cultural square and walked into the teaching building of Grade Three, there was always a fear in my heart. I began to be afraid of going to senior three, even this building scared me. Looking at the countdown cards used by seniors and sisters, the college entrance examination questions and answers posted on the wall, there is a feeling of deja vu. Those polished tables and chairs, those powerful vows, all make me feel that I have lived here. This familiarity not only makes me feel at ease, but also makes me extremely afraid.
I'm going to senior three. I feel that I am going to hell step by step and touching heaven. Now whenever I talk about my dreams, I feel that they are no longer illusory, but within reach. I think those dreams will come true and disappear in an instant.
I didn't realize until now that the only person I can rely on is myself. It may be a little late to understand these things after my mediocre senior one and senior two passed, but in any case, understanding these things will not make me feel at a loss as before. I used to be busy chasing, but I didn't know what I was chasing. After a busy day, I found myself lying in bed, doing nothing well, and I was at a loss.
No one loves and pampers me like you do now. Spoil me like a child, you can allow me to be willful, allow me to be presumptuous, and allow me to say a lot without thinking. This never happened again. Like an angel, you appeared by my side when I was sad, which made me feel happy from the bottom of my heart. Now that you are going back to heaven, leave these splendid days to me, so that I will not be sad when I am sad, and I have the strength to move forward.
Now I finally understand the metaphor of friendship: fragile as a glass bottle. This connection must be well maintained by me, and this friendship must be carefully protected. If I'm not careful, it will become a piece of land. I seem to have no strength. My energy is only enough for me to spend my senior year, go through purgatory and ascend to heaven. That glass bottle looks beautiful, but I don't have the ability and courage to own it.
I'm going to senior three. Mom and dad seem to be more nervous than me. They help me collect college entrance examination information every day. Although those things are of little use, they stick to it and enjoy it. I used to attach great importance to my friends. I was always cold to my parents and even annoyed them sometimes. Now I am very grateful to them. Only they still want me, they regard me as their most precious thing, and those so-called friends don't want me, for the sake of senior three.
I gave up a lot in senior three. Give up my sharpness, my personality and my sincere happiness. What saddens me most is that I have an accident now and become indifferent. Card told me that our sharp now is unnecessary. We are not accidental, but mature. We have seen through the world ... no matter what she says, I am very sad, and I even hate myself.
I'm going to senior three. To paraphrase my mother: I will work hard.
I wrote a composition for six days in senior three, so heartless.
The night is so exciting,
In the month, it's too cold.
The sudden ringing of the telephone woke up the whole family and shocked this stable home from now on. The hospital called and said that your father had an accident and was hospitalized. Before she finished listening, the military mother fainted, and the house was in a mess: crying and shouting, the dog next door was noisy and angry, and the swallows under the house could not rest, waving their wings from time to time to protest.
After a long time, mom woke up. She beat her chest and shouted, "My God! Oh, my God! Why? Why? ..... Why did the newly stable home become like this? Why does God play such a trick on people? " You stand out from the crowd, stunned by your mother's crying. Only Hong took her arm and shook her mother and said, "Mom, come on, my dad will be fine. God will bless him. " The rainbow looks so calm and mature. In fact, Hong was only fifteen years old.
The next day, the whole family rushed to the hospital before dawn. Seeing his father's pale face, his mother's tears welled up again, and the military elder sister threw herself into his father's arms and began to cry. Father raised his heavy arm, stroking his three brothers and sisters, and said, "Don't cry, son. Dad is fine. " Seeing my tearful mother, my father said, "Don't cry, mom. Don't you think I'm okay?" Just rest for a few days. Father then changed the subject: "Hey, you are so early, you must not have eaten." Now I'm hungry, too. Do you have anything to eat? "When my mother heard that my father wanted to eat, she quickly dried her tears and picked up the food prepared in the morning and handed it to her father.
After living in the hospital for some time, my father said to my mother, "Mom, I don't think it is a problem to spend this time." Let's go home and recuperate at home, besides, the cost here is so big. " Mother wanted to say something, but after seeing her father's eyes, she swallowed what she had to say. Because she knew it was useless to talk about her father's decision, they went home in the afternoon.
One unfinished thing is another.
The school day is coming, but the tuition fees for Jun and his sister have not been settled yet. Originally, my father wanted to do farm work at home while his children were at school and go outside to earn tuition. No one expected this to happen.
The night before school, Hong told her father that she would not go to school. Father was stunned by his sister's words. Although his family was poor, his father never intended to let his children drop out of school. He touched the red head and said, "My child, you must be obedient. Your mother and I are involved in family affairs. I will find a way to pay the tuition. " But no matter what his father said, Hong always shook his head and said, "Dad, stop it. This is not the reason why I really don't want to study. " Relatives and friends also came to dissuade Hong: "Son, we will make up enough tuition for you. You'd better study hard. Besides, you are so small now and the outside world is so big. What if I go out? " But Hong didn't listen to a word of his friend's dissuasion. Because she knew that relatives and friends could not live forever.
In fact, as we all know, Hong loved reading since he was a child, and he has always been good at learning.
The army standing by didn't say anything, he just cried, and at the same time he was crying in his heart. Because he knows that his sister is doing it for him, the only thing he can do now is to remember this feeling, put everything into his study and live up to his sister's painstaking efforts.
Six years passed quickly, and my father recovered. Rainbow is also mixed-she is now the business manager of a private enterprise and has a very rich life. Jun Heli was also admitted to the ideal high school with excellent results, and their family's life was calm again.
However, in the heart of the army, he began to remember everything in the past, and he could not forget his sister's kindness. Although his sister is living a good life now, when he remembered the scene of her dropping out of school, tears had already filled his face, so he tried to commemorate that unforgettable time with excellent results.
I have always been naive to think that even in the third year of high school, I can still do what I like as always, and I can always proudly say, "Even in the third year of high school, I can never lose interest." However, although dreams are beautiful, reality is often cruel. Senior three, a term that makes people revel and cry, finally killed my interest.
I like watching TV very much, especially variety shows. Programs like Happy Camp and Where's Dad Going are my favorites. In the third year of senior high school, I will make use of the short "short vacation" from 5: 00 to 7: 00 every Saturday night and half a day on Sunday afternoon to make up the happy camp online. Later, I fell in love with the TV series "Love Dragon and Hundred Herbs Fragrance", and the time spent watching "Happy Camp" was changed to chasing TV series. Later, "Where did Dad go?" It often appears in our practice, so I began to follow "Where is Dad going?" . In senior three, this behavior is crazy. After all, it is a "crazy" move that is incompatible with preparing for the third year of high school. Watching the countdown to the college entrance examination decrease day by day, I began to occupy the holiday time to study every Saturday night and use it to catch up and relax on Sunday afternoon. This change began in the second half of the last semester of senior three. This "new life" began to accompany me for more than 200 days. In these more than 200 days and nights, I got a full senior three life, learned to grow and gained happiness. But at the same time, these 200 days and nights gradually stifled my interest in watching TV.
Now, the college entrance examination is over, and I am free to watch my favorite programs at any time. But I took the remote control and pressed it from 1 to 100 or above, until I couldn't receive the program number, and then I pressed it from 1 again, and it kept circulating. I gradually lost interest in watching TV. Those TV dramas that I once thought were wonderful, now I seem to feel very tired-the plots are all the same, and the endings always have similar patterns. Sometimes after watching a TV series, you can watch Baidu and see the plot outline of the whole drama.
I have always felt that I like to record every bit of my life in words. In the first month or two of senior three, I will continue to write some articles because I hope to leave something special for senior three. However, in the face of great pressure of study, I really can't keep going, so slowly, I lost interest in writing. Although I sometimes pick up a pen to write, I always feel strange and have no expectation and passion. Naturally I forgot how to write it. I wrote very little in the whole senior three. I have to say, after finishing senior three, I gradually lost interest in writing.
Although I have slowly picked up the passion of life and the feeling of writing, I am still a little rusty. I just hope my interest in writing is only temporary.
I am very helpless and want to ask weakly: "Did senior three strangle my interest?" Maybe I'm complaining, but I really feel that my senior year has changed me. Now, even on holidays, I really want to go back to the third grade, get up early every day to do problems, take exams every day ... and even say to my family crazily and inexplicably, "I want to repeat." Because I feel that after the third year of high school, I became only interested in learning and became insensitive to the new things around me. Is senior three killing my interest? Or did you have such an "unrealistic" crazy idea with the college entrance examination as the goal?
Now, it's time for me to regain my interest and do what I used to like.
Senior three, composition 8, senior two, our last stop!
Naughty teenagers who don't know much about the sky always think that time is long and empty, but precious youth has passed away unconsciously. Obviously not suitable for the ending of our youth writing. The rest of the years can only moisten the dry land with double sweat, hoping that the ending will be our countless blooming flowers. Struggle, there will be a future!
At that time, the pride in my heart had already been smoothed by the sword of time, and there was no edge at all.
Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground! Now, Lian Po is really old, can he still eat? Sometimes, I feel a little lost, as if I had been in a daze all day. If I were a monk, I would ring the bell every day. I hope this is just a temporary illusion! At least, we don't want to get lost on the road now. Perhaps, we all have a wall in our hearts, looking forward to one day, pushing open the window and breaking into the sunshine.
Only I know what I lack, and I will always be my biggest enemy and obstacle! Perhaps, this seems like empty talk, but it can only be said so! At this moment, language has lost its external beauty, leaving only an essential simplicity.
Overcome yourself and be yourself!
Senior three, my last stop!
In this way, step by step, getting closer and closer to the podium of senior three. There will be more or less pressure in my heart, numbness will stop my thinking nerves and my brain will start to think about why. As for the body, it began to repeat mechanical actions: learning, learning, and the rest can only be learning! I still remember when I was a child, my sister asked me what university I wanted to go to when I grew up. I always shouted "Peking University …" with naive confidence. Now, the future is waiting for me to explore on an unknown journey. I never know whether my life will change in the next second or in the future.
Where is the road? Will someone help you on the way, or will we go through five customs and kill six generals alone? A bridge full of question marks: DD University, senior high school entrance examination, this bridge always shakes so mysteriously and strangely that many people feel uneasy about it. Today, they study hard at the cold window, and another day, they become the first. Of course, including me.
Looking back, classmate, that is our comrade-in-arms who share joys and sorrows; Teacher, that's our commander; Relatives, that's our most loyal people. It should also be said that we are not alone, we are fighting with persistence and love, we can do it!
We can't be scared any more. Although we look at the busy figures of seniors every day, there will still be an inexplicable fear in our hearts. But after the bright future, it is our ideal university, which belongs only to the palace of dreams.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Senior three, the last stop of dreams!
Always remind yourself that you are on the platform of senior three, and the train is ready to leave at any time. I am no longer just a passer-by standing outside the window. I have set foot on the platform, waiting to leave, leaving has become a necessity. Of course, you must learn how to give up the broken past and reassemble a complete sky.
Think about it, who would want to travel with a lot of luggage? Although this journey is full of thorns, at least I will stick to a belief: even if I can't reach the end, I will find my own happiness! Dreams are flying, hearts are spreading their wings, and hope is always ahead!
I hope you have a wonderful trip!
I wish you all a pleasant journey!
In the thinking class, the teacher explained the knowledge about food safety to us. I didn't care much at that time, just took a nap. Who knows, not long after, I tasted the bitter fruit of not knowing "food safety".
On the way home from school that day, I smelled the attractive fragrance coming from the roadside barbecue stall and couldn't help being surrounded by a group of classmates. The stall owner is grilling mutton kebabs, sprinkling Chili oil and sizzling on the red charcoal fire. I can't help sneezing and my mouth is watering. After the stall owner finished the barbecue, he handed the mutton string to a classmate waiting nearby. He blew two breaths through his mouth, and whether it was hot or not, he stuffed it into his mouth and ate it with relish.
I felt in my pocket and there was still ten yuan left. Just as I was about to take it out, my mother's voice sounded in my ear: "Don't buy anything to eat at the roadside stall. I'll take you to the store to eat. " However, it's night and my stomach is already growling. I can't help being tempted by such a delicious kebab. I swallowed and finally took out my money and bought two.
Wipe your mouth after eating spicy mutton kebabs, and go home happily. Your stomach is still burning. This full feeling is really comfortable.
I went home for dinner, ate two mouthfuls in a hurry, and went upstairs to do my homework. Halfway through the homework, my stomach suddenly hurts like a knife. I groaned loudly and ran to the bathroom, but I was afraid to call my mother. She knew that I had eaten the mutton kebab on the stall and had to scold me with a tiger face. Who knows that my stomach hurts endlessly, so I have to ask my mother for help and send it to the hospital for intravenous drip.
From then on, I was afraid of the food on the stall. I had to explain everything to my mother and let her choose instead of me. Now, the school's activity of "paying attention to food safety and creating a healthy and beautiful life" has made me know more. I not only pay attention to food safety myself, but also often persuade my classmates to pay attention to food safety.
Senior three composition articles 10 yesterday, all kinds, like water without trace. When is the evening? You are a stranger.
Today, as usual, I was lazily lying on the sofa and swiping the screen. Suddenly, a very intimate photo caught my eye. That kind of photo is a photo of a close friend of mine and her close friend. It is endowed with such lines, and every day with you makes me extremely happy. It was really hard at that time. It turns out that I didn't care for so long because I had a new love.
Unconsciously, I took the time machine back to our days together. We rode to school together, talking and laughing all the way; We discuss the math exercises left by the teacher together, and we express our opinions until we get the correct answer; We went shopping with our bags on our backs and tried on our favorite skirts. We lay in the same bed all night, telling each other little secrets of our adolescence. At that time, we were happy. We promised to be best friends for life, and no matter how things change in the future, we will still be like sisters.
But when we grew up, we left our hometown and went to a far away place. We started a life that had nothing to do with each other and a life journey without each other. Our circle is no longer as narrow as before, and our circle is no longer as naive as before. We began to get in touch with better people, or we began to strengthen people who are more helpful to our future; Our contact is also gradually decreasing. From the beginning to the end, you should take care of yourself. We stopped talking about the TV series we all liked and the boys we all had a crush on at that time.
I know, not only you have changed, but I have also changed. Time flies, it takes away our good memories, and it changes our growth. I know, we can never go back. What we can do is to forget the people and things that have disappeared and start a new life. Goodbye, once. I know that many things are beyond our control, so we can only accept our fate calmly and look forward to how desperate our youth is and how desperately we will move forward in the future without regrets. Therefore, smiling is good for us when we suddenly look back on what we once had, relaxing when we look forward to the future, and we will miss it in the future.
Even if I can't go back to the past, you are a beautiful existence in my youth. Thank you for coming into my life, even if it's just a passer-by. At that moment, we made each other happy, so it was enough!
Don't recall what you can't go back, don't force what you can't stay, and cherish what you can get. Even if there is no past, your future will be beautiful!