Whether in school or in the society, everyone always inevitably have to contact or use essay, right? Essay is a narrative method to express the meaning of a topic through words. What kind of essay can be called an excellent essay? The following is my help to organize the second year of my essay 10, for your reference and reference, I hope it can help the friends in need.
I have always been a cynical, rebellious but inferior girl, it seems that a very small thing can make me full of displeasure, but after that day, I realized that in fact, happiness and sadness are only separated by a door.
That morning, I had no appetite in the queue to play rice, deliberately as long as a little bit of rice. This can anger our homeroom teacher, in order to prevent us from buying snacks during the meal on the cafeteria food waste, homeroom teacher deliberately formulated the class rules, now I accidentally violated, he even for this sesame seed big little thing in front of the whole school students gave me a "stick in the head", I was aggrieved and angry, rushed back to the classroom, wow, wow, cried up! The first thing I did was to ask the students to do a little bit of research on the subject.
Just when I hate the teeth itchy time, a familiar figure from my eyes flashed, that is not the most concerned about our teacher, Mr. Zheng wipe off the tears, I do not care to rush out of the classroom.
"Mr. Zheng!"
"Well, what's wrong," she looked back with her usual smile.
"I ...... don't know a few questions."
"It's not that simple is it? Your eyes are red, is there something on your mind? Teachers are willing to listen" This question made my aggression like a spring, looking at Ms. Zheng's angelic and kind face, I gritted my teeth and viciously squeezed out a few words: "I hate Mr. Ye!" She looked around, signaling me to a secluded place to talk alone.
After understanding the cause of the incident, Ms. Zheng smiled faintly, and then gave me a number of examples of how she went to school when she took the blame, and how she survived when things were not going well, and I listened to all of them, and it's strange that I have never listened to a person's words so attentively, and I was most impressed by Ms. Zheng's words, "When you're sad and upset, you might as well Lift up your head and look at the sky, and say to the sky come a wind, blow away all my troubles."
I did what she said, and it really worked, as if the wind could really blow the things I didn't want to think about away to places I couldn't see or hear. I was so excited that I looked y at the motherly Ms. Zheng in front of me, who was also looking at me with an expectant gaze. We looked at each other and smiled, at that moment, the cold ice in my heart seemed to melt.
Ms. Zheng's appearance so that the young and inexperienced I know to return to the lost, is her spring breeze and rain like a soft language to open up my long closed heart, so that I embraced the sunny days belonging to me. You are like a life-saving, save me!
I will never forget that day, Ms. Zheng's smile, Ms. Zheng's way to relieve the pain, she let me learn not to resent.
That day, because of you, I picked up a key to open the door of happiness!
My language teacher, Ms. Shi, is a teacher I admire.
Ms. Shi has a beautiful short hair, looks very spiritual, she has a kind face, tall, often wearing beautiful dresses. In appearance, I think she is a beautiful teacher, and what I really admire is her noble quality.
Ms. Shi is serious. Every language class she took for us, she always carefully studied the content of the lesson, carefully prepared the lesson, and she also marked her books densely. For a language lesson, she prepares the lesson over and over again in private, just for us to understand and learn better.
Ms. Shi is responsible. She said to us, "If someone doesn't finish their homework, I will keep pushing you to finish it, I have a record of every check, and I won't forget it no matter how long it's been until you've finished it." Ms. Shi laughed and said that she did this, and that it was a bad habit that she wanted to change but couldn't. But I don't think so, I think, this is a kind of responsibility, is the teacher hanging on the lips of "not one left behind" sentiment.
Ms. Shi is optimistic. She was never angry. Every class, always keep a smile on your face. She took us to swim in the sea of knowledge of the language, we are very relaxed and happy. Occasionally, when faced with some difficult questions from students, she would respond with humorous statements. Ms. Shi does not move the iron ruler without anger, we do obey.
Ms. Shi's humor. She will always tell us some interesting life stories before class. I remember one time she told us the difference between asking parents for money. Ask your dad for money: "Dad, give money!" "How much?" "Sixty!" "Here, here's a hundred, take it!" Asking mom for money: "Mom, you have to pay for school!" "How much?" "Sixty." "I don't have any money. Ask your father!" Mr. Shi's colorful and vivid performance made us laugh, which also made us understand that we have to learn to observe.
Ms. Shi correct. She often teaches us to "write square Chinese characters and be a square Chinese person." She taught us how to write correctly, from each sentence to each word to each stroke to each order, she was very patient. For example, the character for "Wang Xizhi" was written on the blackboard every time it appeared, and she recited the words "dot, apostrophe, horizontal, horizontal" as she wrote it. ......
None of these qualities of Mr. Shi let me like and admire. As your student, I must learn from you and have these qualities.
Ten years later, I am a small store owner, I am a small store is not an ordinary store, it is to sell bottles to help others find the memory of five dollars a bottle is very suitable for a variety of people to buy?
This is not, there is a grandmother came in, she was very anxious to tell me that; quickly help me find, I put my 30,000 yuan where? I'm not sure what I'm talking about! After I understood the situation, I picked up my magic wand and said a spell; 'my bar my bar hoo' and the magic wand spun in the air and told me that it was number 358, I picked up a piece of paper and wrote 358 on it and this piece of paper gave me a bottle with a pretty girl and a kind mother on it, and I gave the bottle to the grandmother. I gave the bottle to the grandmother, who paid for it and left happily.
I have this little store guests can be really many, there is a ragged boy, into my store, with tears, told me three years ago, he and his mother separated, he wants to buy a mother's love of the bottle, I listened to it after the rush to pick up the magic wand, read an incantation: "click, click, click, click, whoo". Magic wand in the air turned for a while to say 1698 I wrote the number on the paper, the paper immediately put a hand holding a balloon in the other hand holding the hand of his mother's little boy, the face is still overflowing with happy smiles bouncing along, I handed the bottle to the little boy, he said a thank you to pay me money, but I said in a hurry; you begged for a few days before you find the love of the mother, you must have not eaten a full meal, right? Take the money to eat, the boy hastily said; thank you thank you, said he walked away happily.
Do you want to find your forgotten memories? Then come and visit my store! The name of the store is; the store of memory.
The second year of my essay Part 4Bravery, is a kind of power, give you comfort when you are afraid; Bravery, is a key, in your encounter with difficulties to open the door of wisdom ......
Light is like an arrow, the years are like a shuttle. Year after year has passed, I have been a middle school student, with the growth of age, I am more and more brave, but also more and more understanding.
It was a Friday, after school I waited for my father to pick me up at the school gate. But after a few minutes, I still didn't see my dad's figure. After a while, I saw my mom, only to see her running over in a panic, I was very happy. Mom said: "Your father and I can not return home this week, work is too busy, I leave you some money, you buy some things to eat, hurry to buy home, I'm leaving first, the road careful!"
I nodded, I can't help but feel a little lost inside: ugh! Mom and dad how so busy ah? I'm going to be home alone ......
After arriving home, I suddenly had a thought: cook for myself. If you always buy food to eat, not only is it not good for your health, but it will also cost a lot of money, so you might as well do it yourself and have plenty of food.
I did some preparation, and washed the dishes. When it was time to fry, I suddenly remembered that once when I was a child, my mother fried vegetables, I stood aside and watched, and the result was accidentally splashed with oil on the back of my hand, and my hand was swollen at that time. When I thought of the pain in my hand, I couldn't help but shiver. I thought: let's not fry it! What if I burn my hand with oil? But on second thought: if I learn to cook, not only solve the problem of how to eat themselves, but also for mom and dad to cook, to reduce their burden.
So I bravely poured the vegetables into the pot and began to fry. Finally, the rice was made. Delicately savor a bite, "Wow, it's so delicious! I have succeeded!" This bowl of rice is ordinary, but it is very meaningful, it is the first meal I made, I am proud of my bravery.
The middle school years, is a wonderful flowery years. It needs us to struggle, to overcome difficulties, to create brilliance. Among them, bravery is essential.
Since that incident, I am more and more brave. I used to give way to difficulties, and now it is difficulties that give way to me. I believe that as long as we insist on doing something, no matter how difficult the process is, we will succeed in the end!
The second year of my essay Part 5As the saying goes, "Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon like a shuttle." In a flash 20 years have passed, I have become a famous scientist in China and abroad.
I through one inspection, finally found life in the Martian rock layer, it turns out that the surface of this place is not suitable for human growth, but the Martian rock layer has a very rich natural resources: such as mineral resources, forest resources ...... many creatures in the unrestrained swimming and playing here, by such as the fairy mirror, and through a series of excavation on Mars, the Martian rock layer has a very rich natural resources: such as mineral resources, forest resources ...... many creatures in the unrestrained swimming and playing here, by such as the fairy mirror, and through the And through a series of excavation on Mars, also found an underground lake, this news makes me very happy, but another question surfaced in my mind; can human beings live in the rock layer? After my own personal experience, I was satisfied to return to Earth, when I announced this news to the human race, the world is sensational ......
The next day, the capital invited me to go to the collar, I was excited, heart thumping non-stop, when I sat on the spacious air cushion train, since I can not help but be amazed at the development of science and technology. The train started, flying to the destination, not a moment to arrive. Look at the time only three minutes, this general speed so that I marveled at, only to see a sea change, a skyscraper rose up, straight into the sky, the surrounding scenery is more and more beautiful, a piece of wasteland planted with flowers and trees, surrounded by green trees, flowers in full bloom, I can not wait to appreciate this beautiful scenery, rushed to the square of the collar, just want to go to the collar when an accidental fall on the ground.
I suddenly woke up and opened my eyes to realize that it was a dream, but I believe that as long as I now study hard, in the near future my dream will become a reality.
That guy, not tall, but not small strength, surprisingly, dancing so into the ...... so good.
Later, I realized that he was the world's strongest man in the "Love Letter", and is the mythical patriarch of the mechanical dance world.
And know that he came from a generation or even more people never forget the music group - H.O.T.
That junior high school fuzzy memories, that high school students bought the poster on the protagonist.
That guy, with his calmness and occasional hilarity, attracted my attention and realized that he was kind of cute.
That guy, who was unable to speak at the end of his performance in X-Man, but still continued to be a "backup dancer" without any "memory" of it.
Later, I learned that he was a fool who regarded dance as his life, and that his chance to get on stage was because he was the winner of a dance competition.
And I also know that in his student days, his best friend, served as his tape recorder "key hand".
The man who created his own business at an early age, performing and operating, and is now a singer and shareholder.
The guy who "teaches" his juniors to make more money, but then goes on to say, "You don't have to be unprincipled."
Later, I learned that many domestic and foreign artists had studied at his dance school.
Also know that he is a famous "stingy boss", even fans can not see past the car for him to change, and even the meticulous actresses have not been able to "ten thousand yuan of happiness" in the enemy of his frugality.
The man who said he was envious of other people's singing ability and felt that it was an advantage he did not have, and even used the word "envy" to describe his state of mind.
The guy, who was not feeling well, had to work his ass off on stage, smiling in front of people, but in pain behind his back.
Later, I learned that his jaw, even after surgery, would still be a problem during performances.
He also knew that his stomach was not that strong.
But he was still delaying going for treatment, still joking about it, "(The machine that detects the stomach) is really only this little bit (big) ......"
The man, who would force himself to forget about the fear of heights at concerts, forgot about it. The man who would force himself to forget his fear of heights and sing and dance in concert.
That guy, who only half-heartedly reveals his vulnerability in light-hearted program recordings, spills his guts and escapes the bungee jumping hassle.
It was later learned that he had sprained his back in a fall on the comeback show.
He was also known for his aggressive nature, which was evident from the time he took it out on his peers after losing a ball game at an early age.
The man who said he felt really "old" when his fans reported to him that they were getting married.
The guy who "bragged" that people still guessed he was in high school when he was voted the best looking kid.
It was later revealed that some fans had thought about ending their lives because of some of their news - like the romance.
And then he said something so touching to his "future girlfriend" on an imaginary show that he almost fooled the cameraman
The man who could stand the silence but couldn't leave the stage, who missed his fans and wanted to give them the best version of himself.
That guy, in between concerts, would say some words without boundaries, causing a clamor on the stage.
Later, I realized that his birthday was never forgotten, and there were always all kinds of gifts from all over the world.
I also know that every gift, he returned to the highest courtesy to express gratitude, every gift, he will be carefully opened, look full of curiosity.
The man, according to the entertainment news that went to the barracks three days because of injuries and illnesses "to return home".
The guy, who has not shown up since then, makes people think that he has played the game of "practice" or "disappearance".
Later, it was realized that the excruciating pain was again slowing down at the critical moment, and the "deterioration" meant that the treatment might have failed.
And know that there are so many people care about and waiting for him, even if he really have to go to the barracks for two years, even if he one day announced that the marriage "case".
That person, let a person admire, and let a person unconsciously feel his attraction;
That guy, like a child, never take care of themselves, but never give up.
Well, what else is there to say? Only to be as obsessed with choice and dedicated to the cause as he was.
Only in the heart to leave an empty space, forever carved out a tribe, for him to adhere to, for him to move.
Only to know that nothing matters except to give him a flood of affectionate love.
The second year of my essay Part 7In the process of growing up, there will always be a companion who has always accompanied me, and the fairy tale, is my companion.
Kindergarten
The sky is blue and spotless, a few white clouds, always floating leisurely on the sky.
When I opened the first page of the book, I felt that there was an invisible force attracting me, and the exquisite drawings seemed to move, and the whole book seemed to have the same magic power, which made me turn over one page after another continuously.
At this time, the fairy tale in my heart, is a book with magic.
Elementary School
The sun shone warmly on my body, bathing in the sunshine, bathing in its warmth, and the breeze blew by, bringing some more of its warmth.
Picked up the book, once again, to turn the page, to see those immensely familiar fairy tale, every time I go to see, it is like meeting with the ugly duckling, the little girl who sells matches in general, to see more, they have become my good friends.
At this time, the fairy tale in my heart, is a piece of good, is fantastic, is happy.
Now
The air after the rain has a peculiar odor, it is wet, it is fragrant, it has been spreading, the flowers after the rain, it seems to be a little stronger, the dewdrops on the petals, it should be the flower efforts of `sweat it.
I opened the book again, I have been watching the "Ugly Duckling", read it again and again, I seem to understand what: we are in fact the white swan, just that we are now in the "ugly duckling" stage - did not go to the real discovery of their own, our wings, just did not open it.
At this point, the fairy tale in my mind, became a mysterious treasure, each fairy tale, should be the so-called code, and what we learned from it, is the treasure.
Fairy tales are my companion in my growth and a ray of sunshine in my life. Fairy tales have always accompanied my growth.
In the eyes of all the people, mom is a calm, undisputed person, the reason why she does not fight, I think that is because she does not care, fame and fortune in her heart is not as light as a goose feather, but even a goose feather one ten thousandth of the weight is not, in this world, she y cares about, she clenched in the hands of not letting go of, only I.
Basking in the beauty of the world, the world is not the only place to go, I am the only one!
Grandma often nagged a sentence is: have not seen like her love of children! I've never seen a child like her. Yes, I don't think so either. My mom loved me a little bit nervously, not a little, but a lot!
A lot of things I didn't know when I was a kid, I heard about them later, from my dad, from my grandma, from my mom's coworkers, but I believe in all the "hearsay" because, today, my mom is still not getting better, and she loves me! Still - neurotic!
I had a sister who died shortly after birth, and it hit my mom so hard that after I was born, she suffered from severe anxiety and phobias! She couldn't sleep, she always thought that if she did, I would have an accident and float away like the wind! (She didn't realize that she had given me the best, where else could I look! In this life, I'm stuck with her!) She had to keep her eyes open all the time to watch me, she had to listen to my heartbeat to feel at ease, and in the first month after I was born, she never slept for more than 15 minutes at a time. My mom, who used to be able to fall asleep as soon as she hit the pillow, met me and had a different experience: insomnia!
And I seemed to have come here to torture my mom!
In the first few months of life, I often cried for no reason, and when I cried, my mom panicked to the point of collapse, she said herself, her hands were sweaty, her heart was racing, and she was neurotic: I'd cry and cry and turn my back and not breathe. So as long as I cry, will be taken to see a doctor, good at that time our home is not far from the township hospital, sometimes a day to go to two or three times, the pediatrics uncle Niu almost became my "family doctor", he once secretly said to Dad: the child is very healthy, her mother has a problem with the nerves, once so cheerful and optimistic mother, met me!
Four years old, I had a high fever, after the infusion, but not fever, for three nights in a row, mom's eyes are not blinking, just like that to move a small bench sitting in front of my bed, staring at me, I dare not take a nap, she listened to the doctor: a cotton ball dipped in white wine rubbed palms and feet brow can be physically cooled down, on the holy, over and over again, I rubbed! Every once in a while to feed me boiled water, mouth also recited over and over again: God, please, let Congcong well, let me for Congcong sick it! Once I woke up in the middle of the night and heard her chanting so much, so I said: I don't want my mom to take over for me! She was so scared that she quickly covered my mouth and started her broken speech again: the child's words don't count, the child's words don't count! Gosh, she was afraid that God would hear me! I'm not sure if you've ever heard of this, but I'm sure you've never heard of it, and I'm sure you've never heard of it, and I'm sure you've never heard of it!
Five and a half years old, I had an allergic reaction to the infusion, and instantly lost my heartbeat, and she cried out my name, and I was given a heart shot, and the doctor said that I should continue to be given fluids, and my mom dared to give me fluids, and she held me in her arms, and pointed at the doctor like a madman and yelled: "Don't touch my child! Don't touch my child! Once so gentle and so educated never quarrel with people's mother, met me, turned into a shrew! I knew that because I was well, my mom wouldn't hold the doctor accountable, but if I hadn't been well that time, she would have fought with others! No, no, she would have gotten herself killed!
When I was seven years old, I was in the third grade of elementary school, the same table is the son of the classroom teacher, I don't know how to offend him, he called on the class to isolate me, the teacher also disliked me, that was a period of grey days, the careful mother always accurately perceive my emotions, during that time, she had written me an article: "Mom walks along with you", many people have read it all cried, and the article had a sentence that I will always remember: child, I will always remember. There is a sentence in the article that I will always remember: "My son, my mom wants to tell you that in this life, we have to walk a long, long road, and everyone will encounter problems on a certain part of the road, so, my son, it's not scary! What's more, all the problems you encounter, mom will face with you ****! Mommy is right there where you can turn around and reach out! Always! Actually, it's not just that, I feel like I never have to turn around or reach out when I need her! She's always in front of me to protect me! My mom, who used to be so timid and scared, became strong and courageous when she met me! She is my "Superman"!
Liu Xiang once said: "Books are like medicine, good reading can heal the stupid." The book has a rich spiritual food, enhance our knowledge, broaden our horizons.
Book, contains the sadness and happiness, overflowing with success or failure, he recorded a paragraph of the story, a beautiful article are memorable. He taught us to be human, accompanied us to grow up: it is our best friend, even through the erosion of wind and rain, can bring us the warmth of the sun.
Reading is a journey across the past and present.
I came to a deserted island, looking at the blazing sun mercilessly barbecued the earth, I saw Robinson, with Friday planting rice, making porcelain, feeding cows and sheep, playing wild birds, in the kiln built by themselves to kind of happy sleeping lazily, I was impressed by his spirit of life.
In the blink of an eye, I jumped to Beijing, looking at Lao She's Xiangzi is pulling a yellow cart under the scorching sun, I y appreciate Xiangzi's heart, I felt an endless sorrow, I saw the darkness of the society at that time, the mutual persecution between people, I can not help but sigh for the people at that time.
I came to Liangshanbo again, met the strength of Lu Zhishen, resourceful Wu Yu, chivalrous Chai Jin, martial arts Lin Chong ...... one hundred and eight generals of courage and wisdom, love and ambition, the indignation of the society of that time ...... I not only to their ultimate tragic end and y regret.
I once again traveled to the ancient battlefield more than a thousand years ago, looking down on the warring God's land, the dashing of the fire Red Cliff, the straw boat lending arrows to the brilliant plan, the courage of the solo empty city ...... I y for Zhuge Liang's wisdom marveled. From the single knife to scrape the bones to flood the seven armies, I y admire Guan Yunchang's courage and resourcefulness.
Reading, is a tour, but also a kind of enjoyment, he let me feel the beauty of literature, the beauty of books. Reading, is a time-traveling mirror; reading, is a life path to pick up the notes of life.
Reading, is wise, it will carry you to the other side.
You only pay, do not ask for return; you have gray hair, but for me to consider a lot; twilight look back, my eyes are still you! I witnessed the world with the life you gave me!
5 years old, I raised my head 45 ° to look up at the sky, the sun stings my eyes, lowered his head, saw you braved the scorching sunshine to run kilometers away, just to give me a cold sorbet, I was happy to take it over, you looked at me to meet the look of a happy smile, at this time, you, black hair all over the head, the rosy cheeks penetrating the light, bright eyes can be clearly seen in the figure of my body, you are young!
13 years old, has stepped into puberty, I still fight with you from time to time, in the night you, always secretly tears, night and night for my future worries, you began to fear for my future, rebellious me still so, gradually, your black hair turned white, the original rosy cheeks began to yellow, bright eyes began to become cloudy because of this, the athletic stance is gone, looking at the change of you!
15 years old, in your eyes, the child, the child who does not let you rest assured, the child who is always in school to give you trouble, gradually grew up, he began to understand you for him to pay for everything, you look at him for the first time for you to cook, the first time to say I love you, the first time to take the first class top ten, you are pleased to smile, however, your gray hair is still pale, and your eyes will not be changed back, so you will not be able to see the child. I began to regret it.
Dear mother, I'm sorry, my rebellion let you accelerate the aging, my rebellion, to bring you a huge trauma in the mind, now I'm wrong, the rest of your life, I come to accompany you.