The beginning of the composition should be concise, quickly enter the theme, the language should be literary, and the beginning can make people want to read. The following are some compositions for the 2022 senior high school entrance examination that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.
Every time I ride a bike, my mother often encourages me gently: "Come on, you can do it!" " "
It was a sunny morning, birds chirped in the forest, and the breeze blew gently from my ear.
I pushed my new bike to the Botanical Garden Square and saw a familiar figure sliding on the square in roller skates. It's Zhang Zecheng. Looking at his elegant posture, I got on the bike with confidence. I held the handlebar tightly with both hands, and the car ran to Zhang Zecheng in a crooked way. "Hum, it's not difficult to ride a bike." I thought. I pedaled hard a few times and the bike rushed forward. "ah! Not good! " Suddenly, I saw a stone in front of me. I quickly braked and the faucet swung violently. I felt a huge force pushing hard on my back, and suddenly I flew out of the car and fell to the ground with a splash. I tried to support myself, and my hand felt a sharp pain. "ah!" I cut a long wound on my hand, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound. I was depressed and sad, and I began to cry.
Zhang Zecheng saw this scene and laughed gloatingly not far away. "Ha ha ha! You are so stupid! The level is too bad! " His voice is like an old cow pulling a broken car, and his laughter is like ten thousand saws sawing wood, which is as ugly in my ears as the crow's cry.
I am so angry and painful that I can't stand up like a broken frame. Just then, a pair of warm big hands lifted me up. "It doesn't matter. Come on! You can do it! " Mother's gentle voice rang in my ear. Hearing my mother's encouragement, I seem to be full of strength again. I simply bandaged the wound with a handkerchief, gritted my teeth, and rode on the bike strongly. Slowly, round and round, I became more and more skilled, and I finally learned to ride a bike. Zhang Zecheng watched me ride enviously and couldn't help applauding.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother's gentle voice will ring from my heart: "Come on! You can do it! "
2022 Henan 2 Romance will always be like a dream, giving up worldly pleasures and temptations, thinking that he must be the most pitiful person in trouble, without the beauty of the country, without shocking talent, empty and sad. It was not until I read the poem that I realized that there are no poor people in the world, only people who think they are poor.
I believe that poetry is the awakening of people's hearts, which allows me to find my true self and touch my soul. It seems that the ancients are people in our distant dreams, and we are their shadows in this life. Poets used their wisdom to teach me that there is no sorrow or pity in the world. As long as you are not ashamed of yourself, you are the happiest person. "
Poets are lonely and useless. They bear the humiliation and helplessness of men, but they never feel sorry for themselves. On the top of the palace wall inside and outside the capital, Li Bai laughed loudly, shook off the resentment in his heart and sang "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to the dignitaries solemnly", turning the pity for wasted talent into a light wine and a cool one; In that shabby hut, Du Fu, who was sick and lonely, swallowed his poor food and cried, "There are thousands of spacious buildings, which are the great shelter for the poor in the world, and my hut is only enough for one person to freeze to death", turning poor life into a cry and a cavity of fraternity; On the hillside where there is no rain or shine, Su Shi, who was once again relegated, calmly buried the poor refugees in the River of No Return, Long song, and gained a heroic and open-minded "a rainy Ren Pingsheng". The poet has taught me too much, letting me know that as long as you have the courage and the calmness of life, you will have an unyielding soul. Then we are not mourners, not poor people, but lucky people.
Life is like tea, we are ups and downs of tea in trouble, and only after baptism and cultivation can we release the fragrance in our hearts. In reality, we are more impatient, more secular and cowardly. Poets, on the other hand, always use poor "tea" to make a pot of the most fragrant green tea, which is fragrant in bitterness. Depressed, Zhang Ji left his ten-year pain in the cold window night, and only then did he have the eternal swan song "a night-mooring near maple bridge"; Xin Qiji put his poor attention on the sword that happened, and then there was the popular "broken array". When her home country was broken, Li Qingzhao gave her pity that "women are ashamed of talented people" to Mulan Hengge, in exchange for a "summer quatrain" intertwined with blood and tears. These are all youths who have experienced hardships in life. From the poem, I know that life is not a black city, and it is not pitiful to struggle in it. It's a pity that you think you're pathetic, so you lose your firm belief to pierce the sword of darkness.
There has always been a poetic voice in my heart. Be kind to yourself, never treat yourself as a poor person, and brew your life into rich and fragrant tea.
In three villages in Henan province, there are always one or two popcorn people who are known by people nearby. With a bang, many children's smiles scattered, and adults were busy collecting popcorn in cages. Then the children walked home with Huang Cancan's popcorn. Huang Cancan's is like childhood.
The so-called familiarity means that he can remember clearly when he goes to the village to set up a stall. Popcorn seems to catch fire in a certain period of time, but it disappears quietly after that period, and I can't find a booth ... I know a dark, thin and short man better, but I always feel that he has a strong energy to make progress. When will the booth come? At four or five o'clock in the evening, when the sun is weak, the stall owner will wander around several nearby villages looking for business. Hearing a bang, many people must have rushed out of the house, waiting for popcorn.
Why do you like popcorn? Maybe it is a symbol of childhood, maybe it is the taste of childhood, maybe it is just a kind of food. Looking back, I can still clearly remember the "explosion" ...
Although the popcorn is delicious, the noise is very scary. Many children are afraid of loud noise, but they can't stand the temptation of popcorn. They had to drag their mother's hand and walk nervously to the booth, expecting popcorn. The yellow corn, scrambling to bloom into small white flowers, one after another, is really cute.
But now, there is no noise, no popcorn, no taste of childhood.
But that loud noise will always be in my heart!
Have you ever heard that touching, heartfelt voice? Is there a real voice in the world?
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The morning glow is so bright, like red paint splashing in the vast sky. Facing the refreshing breeze, our group arrived at Bei 'anhe Nursing Home, a dilapidated but spotless quadrangle. Rows of old people sitting in chairs have obviously been waiting for a long time. Time is like a sharp knife, ruthlessly carving wrinkles on the old man's face; Years, like pigments, silently dyed the old man's black hair and healthy face. Some old people are talking. Their voices were hoarse and confused. Maybe they are homesick. There are bursts of sympathy and inexplicable sadness in my heart. I took out my piano and played Liang Zhu. How melodious and sad the sound of the piano is, telling the story of how sad and happy it is. At the end of the song, the audience applauded like thunder, which was really loud. There is something shining in the skinny old man's eyes. I don't know whether it is tears or joy. I feel from the bottom of my heart: children often come to see, and the elderly need companionship!
After the performance, the dean called us and had something to say to us. She told us a story: there was an old man whose rich girl promised her to sell the only house in China and live abroad with her. I didn't know it was a lie. The daughter went abroad alone with the money to sell the house and abandoned the homeless old man. The old man has to live in a nursing home. Soon, the old man suffered from an incurable disease. She said "my daughter loves me" before she died, but her daughter didn't come back to see her, not once.
The dean recited a poem she wrote for the old man for us. Interwoven silver hair, wrinkled pale face and excitement in her eyes are vividly presented. "The old man snuggled up to the window, expecting his daughter's appearance ..." This voice was forceful, cadenced and full of passion, not as old and hoarse as an old man in his sixties. The sound filled the empty room. The dean's eyes sparkled with tears, crystal clear, and my throat seemed blocked by something. Dean's voice is so real, so real, so touching, so stirring. Every word is engraved in my heart, yes, isn't being a man just gratitude?
There are real voices in the world.
No flowery rhetoric, no exaggerated rhetoric, only appreciate the humble servant, the touching heart. I looked at the kind face of the dean and couldn't help but sigh: there are voices from the bottom of my heart in the world!
Some voices in Henan 5 are crisp and pleasant, like gurgling springs; Some voices are soft and deep, as if like a spring breeze; Some voices are full of pride and roll like waves. There is another voice, not so sweet, not so soft, not so passionate, but firm, persistent and stubborn. This is the voice in my heart.
Since I entered middle school, I have encountered a difficulty in sports-800-meter long-distance running. It is like a hateful roadblock, swaggering in the middle of my running road, bared my teeth in anger, but helpless.
Some time before the 800-meter race, I was depressed and really didn't know what to do. Just then, the voice appeared like a shadow. It was very calm and said to me in a very convincing tone, "Isn't it 800 meters?" Afraid of what? Difficulties are like springs. You are weak, it is strong. Besides, do you want to give up and not run at all? "Of course not! I know it's a provocation, but I'm partial.
"Since not, then work hard and practice now. Not seeking the best, but seeking nothing. " It seems to be satisfied with my answer and said happily. I was persuaded by it. From then on, even in the scorching sun every day, I will take time to run at noon. That voice gave me encouragement every time I was about to give up, and it also made me lose my fear of this stumbling block. In this way, the years keep pace with the times, but the day of the game finally came.
The 800-meter long-distance race has begun! The sun rose high in the sky that day, emitting blazing light, which seemed to test whether those of us who were about to run in the scorching sun could stand the test of our will. My heart beats like thunder, and thin sweat oozes from my nervous hands.
"Come on, you can do it!" The voice said to me, as if more excited than me, "relax, don't run too fast at first, save your strength!" " "I keep it in mind.
I struggled to run forward, trying to control the uniform speed, watching others pass by me one by one, and I began to worry. Then I remembered its words, and I chose to follow its will. With the passage of time, I have saved my strength, surpassing many people. It seems to be getting hotter and hotter. Sweat soaked my clothes and stuck to my back. It's hard! -I don't have time for this! My legs seem to be filled with lead, and running is slower than walking. At this time, it seems that I can't let my usual practice experience play out, and my will gradually fades. Let's stop and walk for a while ... I think so.
"no!" It stopped me angrily. "Try harder, it's already the last half lap." Its voice is so firm, so persistent, and it seems to have a kind of magic, which makes me believe. Yes, this is the last half lap. What's the harm in sticking to it? I gritted my teeth and rushed forward ...
"Eighth place!" With the ticking of the teacher's stopwatch, my game is over. The stumbling block of 800 meters seems to have pulled out its sharp teeth at once, and it doesn't look so terrible.
The long-lost Mr. Xia brushed my face with coolness different from the scorching sun, and blew away the heat. "You are amazing!" It's it again, and that voice again. I smiled. It seems to be the only person in the world who truly wishes each other. Every time I pick the fruit of success, I am always the first to praise me.
This is my inner voice, and I thank it. It is my mentor and friend, giving me timely help and not forgetting the icing on the cake. Friends, there must be such a voice in everyone's heart. Believe me, when you are in trouble, you are confused and uncertain. Listen to your inner voice!
At the moment of Henan 6, the applause thundered and lit up the self-confidence that had disappeared.
Her cheeks were red and sweat was dripping from her head. Her lips, which should be gushing, are now bitten tightly by Bay's teeth, clinging to her skirt as if to remember the next sentence.
The students around me couldn't help whispering, "You won't forget the words, will you?"
"Really?" Why not prepare such an important speech? "Words are hard to avoid reprimanding. Looking at the girl who is getting more and more uneasy in questioning on the stage, I think she really looks like a person, who she was two years ago.
"Bang" the music under the stage suddenly stopped, and a moment of silence was the premise for everyone to reflect, followed by a sigh. This is the first time I have participated in this kind of performance on the stage. I was at a loss in panic. I just stood there with my piano in my arms. Now there are only three or four strings. How can I pull it out? The bright lights in the hall make me dizzy, and everyone's whispering makes me feel wronged, but who in the audience knows my unremitting practice on the eve of taking the stage?
With the noise getting louder and louder under the stage, I feel like my face is on fire, and my hand holding the strings is no longer flexible and stiff as if it were frozen. Sore throat and sore nose. I feel tears in my eyes.
At this time, the host rushed to the stage to save the scene. "You see how hard our players practice and the strings are broken. This song should only be in the sky. How do you listen? Everyone applauds! " The humorous words of the host made the audience laugh, and I laughed, too. Tears rolled down when I laughed. I don't know whether I am sad or grateful. Anyway, I think it's already done. Can it get any worse? Then I used the remaining three strings to go down, replaced the previously broken string with a difficult treble, and played the track seamlessly.
I thought there would only be discussion, but I looked up and saw everyone's smiling faces. Applause sounded, and some even cheered for me. It was a heartfelt compliment, like a touch of sunshine falling in my heart, melting the ice and making me really laugh, just like a successful person.
Thought of here, even after a long time, I still can't help but feel warm. I can't help clapping, just like the host left a scene for me and this girl. At that time, applause filled the whole campus, the girl trembled and bowed to the crowd, and tears kept pouring out of her beautiful eyes.
As I expected, the girl really got the applause she deserved after she finished speaking. The ending is a bit old-fashioned, but it must be like this every time, as long as someone is willing to give a little affirmation.
Ask me why I applaud. In fact, I just gave the girl the voice in my heart, which ignited her self-confidence and made her feel the warmth of being understood and inclusive. Of course, not only she, but I, including everyone, will be warm.
Hey, did you hear the applause? Please keep it in mind and share it with everyone around you.
Henan 7,2022 senior high school entrance examination composition seems to be the call of past lives, illuminating my heart again and again; It's like shouting again and again, resounding through the sky: it's like being special in plain, I remember it in my heart.
"Be brave to be yourself. Don't close your truest self in order to leave a good impression on others and do what you want to do. " I always remember this sentence. In this world, too many people go with the flow, too many people lose their true selves because of this world, too many people live for others, and how many people can be brave enough to be themselves? What are you? Follow your heart and be yourself.
Over the past few years, I have grown up, become sensible and learned to pretend. I always think that others are the best, but I always forget that "myself" is the most special. The voice in my heart also reminds me to do what I want. Being myself helped me find my way in the "lost way" and the most authentic "me"-crying and laughing. Only be nice to the person you "love", this is the truest me!
Every day, every month, every year, this period of time is slipping away quietly, and it also makes me find that being the truest self and facing up to my own advantages and disadvantages is the most comfortable way of life. Many people are very tired every day, wearing thick armor every day, and only when they get home will they unload all their "defenses". In the face of the person I love, I just want to say that there is nothing happier than being brave and serious.
When I was a child, I didn't understand what my parents set for me, so I tried to achieve or even change myself. Now I understand, give yourself a small goal, do what you want, and don't go against your inner wishes, just as Bremen said in "All encounters in the world are reunited after a long separation": "Love the people you love, write the words you love." In this way, she lived a poetic life and relaxed every day. She believes in Buddhism and writes all the words related to enlightenment and Zen. She believes in the afterlife and writes about it. He loves tea, so he drinks it when he is free.
Follow your inner voice, believe in yourself, and the voice left in your heart will tell you the right choice.
Remember, you are the best of yourself.
The voice that stays in my heart will write the chapter of the rest of my life with you.
I never said Henan 8, never said it. That's the voice that stays in my heart, and it's my belief in hard work. I'm not fit to tell anyone.
From the day my grandmother died when I was a child, there was a voice in my heart. I will never mention it to others, let alone tell them clearly, because this voice is the belief of my hard work and the motivation left by my grandmother to live in this world.
Whenever I encounter setbacks, this voice in my heart will fill my ears like a gust of wind, wake me up and let me find the strength to stand up again; Whenever I encounter a misunderstanding, the voice that stays in my heart will gently ring in my ear, which is grandma's exhortation, so that I have never lost my trust in people because of some unwarranted misunderstandings; Whenever I meet with failure, this voice in my heart will ring in my mind again, telling me to be strong, just like when my grandmother was still alive.
The voice that stays in my heart is grandma's voice and what grandma said to me. Although I don't want to share what my grandmother said to me with others, I would like to tell anyone that the voice left in our hearts is our courage to face the world bravely. How many times, I thought I was going to fail, how many times, I thought I didn't know how to go on, how many times, I thought it was my last time, and finally the voice that stayed in my heart gave me courage and gave me the courage to laugh at everything.
If you have such a voice in your heart, cherish it! Don't tell others about it, don't tell others about your weakness, and don't tell others about your hard work. We just need to listen carefully to this inner voice, listen to the guidance of this voice, and move forward in the direction that life should go. The voice left in my heart is not suitable for sharing, but only for supporting, supporting each of us to live bravely and supporting us to work hard!
Henan 9 has some sounds, just like the spirits left on earth. Once in the ear, they enter the bottom of my heart and slowly wash away the dust, making my heart as warm as ever, as if it had gone through vicissitudes.
On the weekend morning, the blue sky is as clear as a play, the clouds are white and light, feathers are floating overhead, rays of sunshine gently shine on the marble in the street and in my heart, and everything just becomes an additive to my mood. At this point, I have been immersed in the Pacific Ocean of joy. Suddenly, a little red dot caught my attention, and my curiosity drove me to find out. With the acceleration of the pace, I heard a crisp whistle across the sky. At the same time, an old man in red also caught my attention.
What an old man this is! Her temples are slightly frosty, but she is full of vitality. Stepped wrinkles seem to carry a lot of unspeakable happiness. She is wearing a red dress of volunteers, and she is here to guide and help everyone cross the road safely. Approached, I saw his white hair, as if with small drops of water. With his busy action, my heart was shocked!
At this moment, I heard the crisp whistle again. Looking back, I found that there were countless angels in red on the roadside and even in the distance, trying to whistle and direct people to cross the road.
What's that noise! Light whistle, sometimes bit by bit, sometimes a string, smooth and crystal clear, notes lit on the spectrum of the treetops. This crisp whistle, jumping and sliding in the air so lively and beautiful, soon woven into a vibrant peace.
The sound continues, like winding to all the places it can reach, keeping the order of the whole town. There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air that seems to stop at this point forever, so there is no need to consider what direction it will evolve in the future. This whistle seems to be the guarantee of people's safety, and the old people have gained a lot of gratitude.
"Shh-"Until I walked a long way, I still heard a faint whistle, and I remembered a sentence often said in political class: "Be enthusiastic about public welfare and serve the society". Yes, this whistle will surely lead more people to walk with you.
This crisp whistle has always stayed in my heart. I think, if I keep this voice in my heart forever like this, I will always remind me to have more, so that I won't be afraid to go to the boundless future.
In the memory of Henan 10, her voice is sweet, but she is also a strict person, and this sweetness naturally adds more seriousness.
She is my cousin.
I have been to her house many times. Every time I go, she will ask me about my recent grades. I know, this is her concern for me. Because her grades are so good, I feel a sense of inferiority every time I talk about her grades.
She is never vague about her studies.
I remember what she said the most: "Never be complacent because others are temporarily frustrated." This is her motto.
Maybe it's because of her influence Every time I see the person in front of me fall behind me, I have an inexplicable fear. Because I know that this failure is only their abnormal performance, and they will only work harder in the future. If I indulge in this victory, I will be dumped by them next time.
She's, uh, really great. She said to me: "In fact, everyone will have a kind of self-confidence. If you think that you have lost after being surpassed several times, then you really won't succeed. "
I am in a confused period now, I don't know anything, and I will only worry about being surpassed all day. Facing the classmates in front of me, I feel even more out of reach. There is really a feeling of special insecurity. I am afraid that I will fall down carelessly and fail carelessly.
Maybe I'm still looking for confidence. But I believe that when I am truly confident, I will be better than now.
Her voice, deeply in my heart, gave me confidence, gave me the direction to work hard, and made me try my best to be myself.