-Zhao Hu (Ganjiang Experimental School, Class 6(3)
Like a song says, "You and I are all mortal, in the human world." In life, there are always some sweet and sour flavorings, some people will be complaining and sad because of it, while some people are happy and joyful for it. One of those who can't help but be grateful is me. I'm always happy because of the gratitude I have in my heart.
That rainy day may have doomed me to failure, and I would have been "in tears". Because of my mistake - a mistake in arrangement, the original "English Festival Performance Competition" champion was lost to our class. When I learned the news, I was shocked to learn that it was my wrong decision to extend the lead singer's performance time that killed our title! I, could not believe the result, a thought for this activity Mr. Song's efforts ...... I, covering my eyes rushed to the toilet, let the tears quietly flow in the toilet ......
Then, "click! "The sound of the door opening penetrated my ears, I quickly washed my face, not wanting to let anyone know my vulnerability. It turned out that I was in front of my eyes, as always, the cleaning lady aunt who came to the toilet to clean, as if she noticed my red eyes, smiling and said to me, "Little friend, everything will pass! There's always next time." Huh? It was as if she knew what I was thinking! All of a sudden, a warm current flowed through my heart, making me feel a little more comfortable.
By the door, Auntie mopped the floor while gently chatting me away. I told her what happened, and I couldn't help but feel the complaints welling up in my heart, and I couldn't help but cry again.
"In fact, if you think about this matter from a different angle, isn't it better?" Her gentle voice was like the March breeze, like the flowing water of a stream moisturizing my heart, "You see the whole class believes in you, which means they all want you to win the championship. However, your failure is also a training, a chance to improve, I believe your classmates will forgive you. Believe in yourself, there are always failures, successes, joys, and agonies on the road of life, but they all complement each other, there are joys as well as pleasures, and this failure is a foundation for the next success, do you understand?" After a few words, my aunt smiled as if she were my mother, making me grateful and nodding my head over and over.
Poolside, auntie and skillfully picked up the rag, nimbly scrubbing up the pool: "I was young, there was also a big failure, also cried non-stop, finally, my father also said those words just now, all the way up to today, I still firmly believe that: failure, is a kind of refining of life!" Finished, she picked up the mop, struggling to go out, said "goodbye" to me. At this point, I could not hold back the gratitude in my heart, bowed, "Thank you!" Auntie was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're welcome!" Then she walked away. I stood there for a long, long time ......
A fragrance penetrated the heart, ethereal, so fragrant! At a glance, it turned out to be the fragrance that Auntie put on the windowsill ......
Yes, failure, is a kind of refinement in life!
That day of pouring rain! That familiar figure!
Short comment material from life, there are real emotions. Before and after the contradiction, the context is not otherwise, the order should be adjusted. Some parts of the text are not clear, and the beginning and end of the text do not follow the purpose of the topic.
Rating 41 points
Student Edition
Can't help but touch your wrinkles
-Wang Ching Ching (member of the Municipal Writers' Association and president of the Yangzi University Flying Sky Literary Club)
I often think of the first time I celebrated the June 1 festival when I was a child. At that time, there was a game called "Find Mom", which was my favorite. Mothers swapped clothes and stood in a line, and a large group of children had to identify their mothers accurately in order to get a prize. It wasn't hard for me at all, because my mother had a baby face, white and tender, bright in the sunlight, and no matter what she wore, I could recognize her in the crowd and be the first to jump into her arms.
Nowadays, my mom always says, "In a blink of an eye, you are so big!" Whenever this happens, my heart is always astringent, in the blink of an eye, mom has begun to show old age. That baby fat face is already shrinking like water, become soft. I counted the wrinkles on her face while she was sleeping, deep and shallow, long or short, some clear and some disordered, but halfway through the count can't bear to count down ......
Can't help but touch the deepest wrinkles at the corners of the eyes of her mother. I think, this must be the heavy rain in the corner of the eye of the mom knocked out of the mark. That day my mom picked me up from school, we ran halfway in the thunder, but still could not escape the rain, the rain came down, instantly weaving a dense net, as if to swallow us. My mom wrapped me up in her jacket and picked me up and carried me step by step through the water. I saw from the gap between the collar of the bean-sized raindrops ferociously hit the mother's forehead, eyes, nose ...... mother's eyes to squeeze out a slit, rainwater along the corners of the eyes of the "gully" flowed to the cheeks. That was the first time I saw "gullies" on my mom's smooth face. Now, the many "gullies" in the corners of my mother's eyes must have been made by the wind and rain as she sheltered me from the elements.
I can't help but touch the three wrinkles between my mom's eyebrows that look like sharp edges. I want to smooth them out because they make mom's face look so sad. Yes, how could mom not be sad? Every bit of my growth touched her every nerve. My heart rate was lower than average, and I would always get dizzy and nauseous after running and jumping with my buddies, which made it hard for her to sleep at night. I often saw three deep "scratches" between her eyebrows in the dim light at midnight. I'm sure my mom has suffered more than I have, and those three scratches are getting deeper and deeper.
Mom's wrinkles are not the carving of time, not the deposition of years, but the record of my growth. Mom, I can't help but touch your wrinkles. Have you ever felt the love and gratitude that flows from my heart to my fingertips?
The description is delicate, vivid, touching and sincere. However, it fails to specify the emotional changes in that particular state, making "can't help it" seem a bit empty. The order of a few places should be adjusted.
Rating 46 points
Police Version
Can't Help Being Moved
-Zhu Zhengmao (Municipal Public Security Bureau, Traffic Patrol Detachment)
As a female traffic policeman standing in the center of the road every day, I can always see all kinds of life and the world's coldness and warmth from a specific perspective. Without any verbal communication, the road will always present a scene of ordinary but moving images.
Can't help but be moved. Every morning, in Wenchang Gang, I always see one or two pairs of old couples, either hand in hand, or shoulder to shoulder, trembling walking across the crosswalk in front of me. Whenever I see this scene, I can't help but want to run over and give them a hand. But look at them although hobbling, but has been helping each other, very coordinated, I can not bear to go forward to break their harmonious rhythm, only with the eyes have been following the slow pace of the elderly. Because the green light time is short, I have been pinching a sweat in my heart, until they safely walk through the crosswalk, which seems to be very long, only long breath. Every time I see them, I am very touched, that is a kind of mutual happiness.
Can't help but be surprised. Every day standing in the middle of the road, I smiled and eyed every car coming and going as if I were sending a loved one on a long journey. When I first started standing on the road, most people were kind of curious about female traffic police and turned their heads to look at me, so I smiled at them. I was so happy whenever I saw them smile back at me with a friendly smile too. These were the surprises I received. There was affirmation, support for my work, and even more encouragement. Further on, I was often greeted by the drivers of escort vehicles, buses and cabs. Or light up the headlights, or a nod, or wave a hand, although never met, but that kind of smile always let my heart for one of the joy.
Can't help but be happy. Standing in the center of the Wenchang Pavilion, you can always see a lot of wedding cars slowly drive past me. Every time I see this scene, I always sigh, another pair of lovers finally got married. Standing in the middle of the road, I can often come into close contact with these large and small wedding car procession, so I always like to look at the bride in the car, not to see whether they are beautiful or not, but want to see the happiness on their faces. I will sincerely wish the couple in my heart: no matter how poor or rich, they will be happy until old age.
Short comment real life reproduction, credible; two-thirds off the track, unfortunately. The language is fluent.
Rating 39 points
Military version
Can't help but look back
-Wang Jinwei (2nd Reserve Division)
Only if something earth-shattering or bone-deep has happened before, we can't help but look back over and over again.......
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Perhaps at that moment, 24-year-old Li Xiquan looked back, his face was full of undisguised excitement, this is the first time since the Sino-Japanese War that the Chinese army has gone abroad to fight, leaving him, will be a thick one.
But when he set foot on his homeland again and saw the mountains and waters of his hometown of Taoyuan County, Hunan Province, he had already silently covered up an a...
Li Xiquan, 24, was the first Chinese army to go abroad since the Sino-Japanese War, leaving him with a strong record.
Li Xiquan's memories of his hometown came from a Chinese atlas 30 years ago, with colorful squares and lines on the map, which to the old man was his motherland and hometown. The old man's children and grandchildren no longer have a sense of that astounding event, which seems very far away.
"Every day the gun goes off, every day people die", the old man's memories of the hometown more involved. But when the good people to help him find his former home, ready to arrange for him to return home to save his family, the old man is not excited, silence, a burst of low sobbing.
For so many years, the heart has died, but the home is found. This kind of emotion is difficult to understand. However, when the "5-12" earthquake, the old man on the one hand worried about the safety of compatriots in mainland China at the same time, on the one hand, and can not stop to help him contact the people back home to ask: "the motherland earthquake, I can still return home?"
"Definitely!" This is the good people's affirmation, but also the motherland's obligation.
After the ****together efforts of the Chinese organizations in Myanmar and other folk, Li Xiquan finally took the train into Changsha station. The moment the old man stepped out of the station, unarranged people sang the "March of the Volunteer Army" in a low voice, which slowly turned into a stirring chorus, and an active-duty officer couldn't help but give the old man a standard military salute.
"Understand to tell your officers and soldiers that the country has never and will never forget and abandon you." This once movie dialogue is turning into a promise that our country is making across national borders to veterans who once made sacrifices for their country.In 2005, a medal commemorating the 60th anniversary of the victory of the Chinese People's War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, jointly issued by the Central Committee of the C***tion, the State Council and the Central Military Commission, was awarded to these veterans.
Facing history squarely reflects the country's vigor and strength. Can't help but look back at history and hope even more that the future will be peaceful and war will never come again.
Simple assessment of the selection of people and events familiar to their own, written as a family. "The first is to look back at the past, but the second is to look back at the present.
Rating 48 points
Writer's Edition
Can't help but shed hot tears
-Qian Yibing (member of Jiangsu Writers' Association)
It is said that a man does not shed tears. However, I can't help but shed hot tears in front of a picture.
This is a snatched photo, titled "How about the children and teachers?
It was a snatched photo titled "How are the children and teachers? The photo was taken in the ruins of Yushu after the earthquake. A middle-aged man lying on a stretcher struggles to lift his head, his mouth slightly open, his tired eyes radiating anxiety and longing. Apparently, the title of the photo is the voice of this man.
Reading the caption of the photo, I know that this is an ordinary and common Chinese man, a truck driver from Hong Kong into the land of 4,000 meters above sea level in Xikang, and a volunteer affectionately known as "Ah Fu". The man who regards charity as his life, does not have a strong body, but has the spirit of gold and stone, in order to subsidize people in need of financial assistance, he ignored his terminal illness and saved his own money to save his life. In order to rescue three trapped children, he risked his life to return to the ruins, but unfortunately killed, dying, but also kept asking the children and teachers how it?
From the point of view of Afu's experience, he is not a person who aspires to greatness; his image is so ordinary that it is hard to recognize him in the crowd, but he is a person who is willing to dedicate his life to public welfare with love. A person who does not aspire to greatness is noble, and a person who is on his deathbed, regardless of his personal safety, and still misses the trapped children and teachers is worthy of respect.
Because of this picture, I searched on Baidu for reports of "Afu", but of course, these reports can't bring "Afu" back to life. "I'm sure he left with a sense of relief that the teachers and children he rescued survived, and that he could go home without worrying about them.
I picked up the photo and pressed it against my face, and a wave of warmth washed over me.
Lifting his head, gazing at the anxious and eager eyes of "Afu", tears could not help but fill his eyes ......
Simple evaluation of the first and last echoes of the topic is very tight, causes and consequences of the hierarchy. The choice of material is stale.
Rating 49
Doctor's Edition
Can't Help It
-Zhang Xicheng (Department of Vascular Surgery, North Jiangsu Hospital)
I remember when I first came to Yangzhou three years ago, I used to take my 7-year-old daughter around the city in my spare time to familiarize myself with this beautiful city. My daughter has a very good habit of looking around when she is holding waste paper and other things, and when she finds a garbage can, she will throw the waste into it.
Because home is not far from the Wenchang Pavilion, I often take her to play in Times Square, the square near the ground is not very clean, because many stalls selling snacks, especially at night and in the morning, waste paper, plastic bags and what spread all over the ground. But in such a big square, it's not easy to find a garbage can, and sometimes my daughter can't find one until she turns around for a long time with a piece of paper in her hand. I had to say to my daughter, well, or daughter hygiene, you see a lot of children really do not hygiene ah.
Slowly, I realized that my daughter was becoming less stubborn. I have consciously observed several times that the waste paper in her hand is also thrown away casually. I would say, "Kids can't litter," and she would say, "There's no trash can, so I can't help it, so I just threw it away.
One Sunday morning, I woke up my daughter early, "I'll take you to eat Fuchun buns. "Good le", different from the past, the daughter heard of the restaurant speed can be fast it. We went to the Times Square neighborhood, I pointed to those low in the picking up garbage sanitation workers, said to my daughter: "Look, these uncles, aunts get up early it, really hard ah!" My daughter said seriously, "The teacher said, we want to create a civilized city, we all have to take care of the environment!" "Yes, we can not be unhygienic children."
After returning home, my daughter and I made a small cloth bag together and hung it next to her school bag. In the future, let her every time to put the waste paper in it, take to the neighborhood dumpster. What makes me happiest is that their homeroom teacher told me not long ago that her daughter had also started a campaign in her class called "Everybody Speaks Hygiene" and that they were going to write a letter to the mayor suggesting that we add more garbage cans to the public **** so that we can all develop the good habit of not throwing them away.
Short assessment of the selection of material into the mouth of small, strong sense of the times; causes and consequences, at a glance; description of specific, flesh and blood. To be able to fill the title "proud", and can pay attention to the title would be good.
Rating 48 points