Don’t change yourself for others, be your true self. Maybe you are not a perfect person, but we are noble and unique people. The following is a "600-word unique essay" compiled by me for everyone, only For reference, everyone is welcome to read. Unique composition of 600 words (1)
Every leaf in the world is unique. Everyone is also unique. And me, too. Especially when I was a child, my fun was unmatched by others.
On that summer weekend, the weather was incredibly sunny. I remember I was nine years old at the time. I was on roller skates and hanging out with a few classmates. But there was a person riding a bicycle, so I suggested that one of the people wearing roller skates should let one person pull the back frame of the bicycle, and the remaining people would pull the clothes of the first person one by one and form a row. At that time, I volunteered to be the leader, and the others formed a line and followed me. We are like a train, loaded with joy, driving tirelessly under the afternoon sun.
I was looking for something exciting, so I suggested: "There is a downhill slope on that road. How about we rush down from there?" This suggestion was unanimously approved by this group of fearless teenagers. We adjusted our posture, each squatted half-squat, tightened the clothes of the partner in front, and I even tightened my grip on the back seat of the bicycle. At that time, our expressions were similar: we were looking forward to it, but we couldn't hold back the joy in our hearts.
The cyclist shouted: "Hold on tight? I'm going to charge!" He exerted force, and I felt pulled forward. Fortunately, I held on tightly. "Oh!!" "Go!" Each of us shouted excitedly like we were riding a roller coaster. The speed is getting faster and faster. The downhill slope is quite long. Although the slope is not very big, it is a big turn. The wind blew past my ears, and my hair was blown up. The people behind me saw it too quickly, some let go, and some wanted to stimulate it a little more but didn't let go. I didn't let go either. The cyclist pressed the brakes and the bike gradually slowed down a little. However, we couldn't control our speed and a row of people were thrown out.
Most of the people were thrown to the grass by the roadside, and I fell the hardest. Most of the palm of my left hand was worn away, as well as my knees. The most painful thing was my arms, which were all blue. "Oh, hiss." I took a breath, it hurt so much. When I looked at the other companions, they were all in a sorry state, but none of them were injured. I was the only one who fell badly. Other companions quickly took me to the nearby military hospital, and the doctor only applied some medicine to me. Later, the bones in my arm became a little bent. It was probably a fracture at that time and was not properly treated. Later, when I was in the second grade of junior high school and studied biology, I learned that it was the radius bone. This is a story for another day.
Since that time, I have never dared to pull a bicycle for roller skating again. And I also paid the price for my unique naughtiness when I was young. Unique composition of 600 words (2)
The teacher asked us to cherish today and strive to do something wonderful so that it can be recorded in history. But this is really a problem for sixth grade students!
After taking on this problem, my heart can’t hold anything else. I walked through the door of my house, returned to my room, sat down at my desk, lay back on a chair, raised my head, and looked at the roof... Time passed minute by minute, but I was still looking at the roof. But what I was thinking about was no longer how to make today a record in history. Instead, I was distracted by the wonderful TV show last night.
My neck is so sore! I've been holding my head up for too long, I'm so tired! Go to bed and continue, okay! I did as I was told, I changed my clothes and planned to continue reminiscing about TV shows. Now, I have forgotten all about the teacher's order. Two hours passed mercilessly while lying on the bed, and I am now fast asleep. I am really tired! My mother came into the room and called me up to do my homework. At this moment, the teacher's homework came to mind again...
After a while, I finished writing. It was half past five and my mother had prepared the meal. , after dinner, I went back to the house and wrote today's diary.
Then I went back to the living room and started watching TV. It wasn't until ten o'clock that the two brothers, the upper eyelid and the lower eyelid, started fighting. Then I went to bed and wanted to rest. However, I was so excited that it felt like I was electrocuted. Then I remembered the difficult homework assigned by the teacher again, and all of a sudden my sleepiness disappeared. I quickly turned on the light and started spinning circles on the ground. What should I do? what to do? A little idea flashed through my mind, "Haha - just do it!" I took out the diary I just had, erased the word "diary" and wrote the word "history", "Haha - I Today it went down in history.” I wrote six characters below: “Self-written, self-directed, self-acted history.”
Teacher’s comment: Maybe the teacher’s homework was too dogmatic. What wonderful things can a child do? It made the young author miserable and forced him to write this beautiful article. The young author showed his own process of tossing and turning in searching for composition materials in a very real, vivid and realistic way! The whole emotional changes are: helplessness - helplessness - boredom - endless excitement! The young author grasped this emotional main line and narrated the ideological torture he experienced in the process of completing the self-written, self-directed and self-acted history! It accurately reflects the distinctive psychological characteristics of a child. Unique composition of 600 words (3)
Every person is unique, and every group is unparalleled.
When I first entered high school, faced with complicated academic tasks and a strange new group, I felt empty and isolated. As time goes by, I naturally miss my former classmates and the harmonious family in junior high school.
Relaxed campus life, humorous and friendly teachers, close classmates, warm and beautiful class is like a big family, especially when the high school entrance examination is about to take place, I feel like going home in the class . I liked the life in junior high school, it was loose, happy, and beautiful...
Before I could fully step out of that free and enjoyable life, time led me into a new environment. The young teacher , heavy academic work, strange classmates, and an unfamiliar group made me fall into deep nostalgia for the past and pessimism about the future. There is a sharp contrast between the past in my heart and the reality. The strong longing gave me the idea of ??trying to go back to the past, that is, to transform the current class into an environment like the past.
Crazy, I kept praising the past, until one day, I saw an announcement in the QQ group of the junior high school class: "Unique! Third grade (3)!" I was shocked... Unique? I was like a soulless body, thinking about those four words over and over again. It took a long time before I woke up and realized my stupidity.
Every class and every person is special and irreplaceable. Feelings are promoted by time, not formed instantly! So, I gave up my attachment to the past. I started trying to get into this group, and gradually I discovered many lovely people. The current class is beginning to grow slowly, and the students are gradually becoming familiar with each other. Although not many students can be called by their names, everyone is still a part of this group. Time will touch each other's hearts, making this group more harmonious and unique. .
Although I don’t know who wrote that announcement, I still want to thank that sentence for awakening the real third grade student (3) and teaching me to value and cherish it. Thank you for that sentence that touched my heart. I think there will be a day when I will fall in love with this unique class of Grade 1 (12) as I did in the past. Unique composition of 600 words (4)
People often say that official script feels too public, while regular script feels too rigid. The clever Zheng Banqiao combined official script with regular script to form the unique "Banqiao style". It’s crooked and well-proportioned, it’s really wonderful! Some people say that this kind of work "cannot have one or two", which is actually reasonable. I quite agree with it. Not only in the calligraphy world but also in our society, there is either a lack of "Zheng Banqiao" or there are too many imitations of "Zheng Banqiao"! What we need is a real "Banqiao body" and innovation, not a proliferation of empty shells.
When I was learning calligraphy when I was young, I mainly focused on copying. It was very hard at first. It was not until later that I understood its meaning deeply.
It turns out that it is difficult to learn other people's fonts and styles, especially to integrate that font with your own thoughts, emotions and even your brushwork. However, the real realm lies in developing your own style, which is even more difficult. After studying for many years, I still haven’t matured yet. Therefore, I admire pioneers like Zheng Banqiao very much. However, many people who call themselves "calligraphers" in the calligraphy community are actually in the same embarrassing situation as me, but their "heat" is deeper than mine. In fact, their "personality" is also missing. Although their "descriptions" are similar in form, they are not similar in spirit, which also proves the principle of "one cannot exist without one, and there cannot be two". Not only does calligraphy need "Banqiao style", our society also needs its injection.
In our composition world, the word "plagiarism" often comes up. Nowadays, there are so many books, everyone is a "writer", and everyone can have one or two "works". However, most of the gold and jade are outside, but inside are ruined, which is really a mess. They plagiarized the treasures of famous artists and compiled them into one book, but they looked completely different from each other. Therefore, if you can’t copy something that is truly valuable and has a high artistic conception, why not create your own brand and be self-reliant!
Let’s talk about Xiao Shenyang, who has become very popular recently. Everyone is attracted by his funny talent. Xiao Shenyang is really unique and unique, but there can be one Xiao Shenyang, but not two. One, it can be said to be trendy, the other two, and the third are not, which not only greatly reduces its novelty, but also greatly reduces the aesthetic taste of the entire society, which is not flattering. Therefore, no matter what, our society needs "Banqiao style" and needs to inject new vitality and richer elements, just like fonts.
"Banqiao body" not only contributes to the development of society, but also tells us the principles of life. It should neither be too ostentatious nor too rigid. It should be moderate and balanced by combining official script with regular script. You must create your own world according to your own conditions, be brave in innovation, and create a unique personality.
Looking to the future, I hope that our society will have more different "Banqiao bodies". We are all unique and cannot be copied. Dance to your own stage with ease!