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Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Books, it seems, are just pamphlets. When you open them and read them attentively, you will realize that books are like gorgeous and simple steps that guide us into the hall of wisdom. I love books, books and me. That's childhood friends. I remember I didn't know a few words when I was in kindergarten. I watched my father holding a thick book and burying his head in it. I always brush past, grab books with chubby little hands and sit on the ground. Hey, a little intellectual was born. What makes people laugh and cry is that the book in my hand is upside down. I especially liked this feeling when I was a child, because I liked teachers when I was a child, and teachers could hold books every day. When primary school arrived, I had one more thing on me-a schoolbag. Every morning, I am short, carrying a cool black schoolbag. I love this schoolbag, not only because of its appearance, but also because of its connotation. Every day when I go home, I always open my schoolbag carefully, read books carefully and put all the easy-to-understand knowledge into my mind. At that time, "mice love rice" was popular. When my parents are not at home, I am silly and can't help singing to the book. Only then did I find that this book is my good friend, and I can't live without it at all. Time flies, flying to junior high school, more homework and more nature books. Many people feel that books are like hay when they get to junior high school, and there is no fragrance anymore. But I don't think so. Isn't that what we have to learn? Books have never changed. I used to like reading fairy tales, but now I like reading American literature. This book deeply attracted me and intoxicated me with its unique beauty of pen and ink. Whenever I have free time, I will sit down and read a book, which makes me feel at home. A book is a cup of tea, with a touch of sweetness and a touch of bitterness. It is the vicissitudes of history and the author's inner monologue. Beauty, what is "beauty"? That is, good words and sentences. Of course, what is indispensable is the beauty from the heart of the author. The author's soul is attached to this beautiful text, and the text is integrated with people, forging an immortal masterpiece, which is amazing. Look! Isn't the square Chinese characters in the book a symbol of our Chinese culture for 5,000 years? Although it is such a simple word, it has become an intoxicating American text, Chinese characters and square characters connected in series. How "amazing"! I love China, and I love books. The book contains the grandeur of the Loess Plateau and the tenderness of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. This book describes the long history of our Chinese nation. I love China, and I love books. Books, books, why are you so obsessed with me? Lala dog, make a wish, we will be together in the next life!

I () am anxious to write a composition topic for the senior high school entrance examination! ! I am in a hurry for books.

I'm not in a hurry to study?

What are these pits? More topics?

-You can find one online. It's not very well written. This is the mid-term exam of 20 13. It sucks.

My book friend, my bookstore, my desk and my study.

I want an article, not a topic.

My little study

My room is both a study and a bedroom. The place is not big, but it is a good place for me to live and study.

In order to give me a quiet and comfortable learning environment, my parents rearranged the layout for me this summer vacation. Not luxurious, but I like it very much. Because the color of the whole furniture is girls' favorite dream pink, no matter from the style and quality of the furniture, my father has been screened out from many brands through strict checks. Although I am usually careless, it seems so warm and harmonious as soon as I enter my little world.

The whole study gives the impression that it is neat and bright. The first thing that caught my eye was the desk under my windowsill. The desktop is smooth, clean and tidy, just like Snow White's delicate skin. Now I do my homework and read books on this desk every day. There are pink eye protection lamps specially selected for me by my parents on the table, as well as my own colored rabbit pen container, which is also my favorite. Although it is made of clay, I have always kept it well.

Yes, you must have seen my bookcase. Isn't it neat? My bookcase is a combination of three doors, which contains my beloved treasures-all kinds of books, brushes, handicrafts and so on. Although I am a new student in Grade One, reading is no stranger to me, because my parents began to cultivate my good habit of reading when I was very young. Unconsciously, I also know a lot of words. Every day after school at noon or before going to bed at night, I will choose some books to read with relish for a while. Sometimes, my mother asks me to eat, and I can't bear to leave them.

In the middle of the room, there is my lovely little bed. Rectangular, beautiful in appearance, padded with Simmons. I always like to jump on it when I have nothing to do, and use it as a trampoline.

Because of this, I have never been criticized by my mother. Like many little girls, there are elephants and Mickey Mouse. They are all my good friends, and I often play house with them.

Oh, I forgot to tell you that there is a guzheng in my room. Mother heard that learning a musical instrument can make children be patient and sit still. So he took me to the piano room with great interest and let me choose what to study. There happened to be a girl playing the piano wholeheartedly in the piano room. This piano looks beautiful and antique, just like a fine work of art, beautiful carvings, shiny mahogany and smooth lines. My sister's light fingers danced on the strings, and her body fluctuated with the music. How beautiful! I shook my mother's hand and said, "Mom, I want to learn that." Mother readily agreed. At first, I was very studious and interested. But gradually, the content becomes more and more complicated, and I'm a little tempted to back down. My mother read my mind and patiently advised me: "As long as there is perseverance, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." With my mother's encouragement, I still insist on practicing every day. The teacher said that I can take the exam next year, and I am very confident myself.

What's the matter? You are right! This is my study. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Baidu copyright belongs to the author.

Are there any good composition books for the senior high school entrance examination? I think we should read some classic sentences of famous prose, copy them down and recite them. If you recite those model essays for the senior high school entrance examination and happen to be recognized by the marking teacher, it will be a tragedy. Look at those contest compositions. For example, write a perfect composition for the study cup. Examples are also better.

What should I choose for the composition book for the senior high school entrance examination? Hehe, I teach senior three. According to the enrollment outline of our school this year, composition reading is the absolute focus of Chinese. If you want to improve your writing ability, you must work hard on your literary skills, especially for students with poor writing skills. The fundamental way to improve one's literary skills is to start with reading vocabulary, ten, ancient prose and classic paragraphs. Therefore, facing the senior high school entrance examination, the best way is not to buy a composition book directly, but to buy a relatively comparative one. If you must buy it, then I suggest you buy a full-score essay selection for the senior high school entrance examination in this province or this city, which is more in line with your actual situation.

When I was in the senior high school entrance examination, I wrote "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby ..." Every time I hear this song, I hold my heart and my mother's care will flash in my mind.

I quarreled with my mother, cried, laughed and quarreled. I can't remember everything, but my quarrel with my mother has been deeply imprinted in my heart and will never be forgotten, because it makes me regret it. ...

It was a summer night, it was raining heavily outside, and there were harsh lightning flashes in the sky from time to time, followed by thunderous thunder. Mom is cooking in the kitchen, and I am watching my favorite cartoons in the room with relish. As * * *, the plot is the most critical time, my mother came into the room. Before I came to say no, I heard a bang and the TV set was turned off.

"Go to learn, all day long will know that watching cartoons, see that thing can have what ambition? Go! " Mom yelled at me. "

I was a little unhappy when the TV was turned off, and my mother yelled at me again. I was even more angry and shouted at my mother, "I study every day." Is this interesting? " Is my life so boring? Even watching cartoons, really! "My mother was even more angry after listening to my words, so she casually said," If you don't want me to take care of you, you can go, so you don't want to. " I got angry and said, "Let's go!" I pushed open the door, rushed into the heavy rain outside and ran to grandma's house.

As soon as I entered my grandmother's house, my grandmother saw my embarrassment and asked me, "What's the matter, it's raining so hard outside, you boy?" I told grandma what happened. Grandma said, "Call your mother quickly, or she will be worried." "No, never." I said firmly. Grandma had no choice but to call herself. "No one answered at home." Grandma told me. "If no one answers, there will be no answer. It's none of my business anyway! " Having said that, I am still worried. Will my mother worry about me and come to me in the heavy rain? Can you get sick when it rains? My worries are getting heavier and heavier. Finally, I couldn't help it. I ran home and found my mother lying in bed. I jumped on my mother, trying to say a lot, but I couldn't say a word. It turned out that my fears came true and my mother was ill. But in the classroom, I was lazily lying on the hot kang of grandma's house, complaining about my mother. I cried at the thought of this, and I had an indescribable taste in my heart. But mother only said, "Come back, don't be angry, you silly child."

That quarrel made me understand a lot. A mother's love for her children is selfless, eternal and immortal. At the same time, I regret my behavior. How can I be so ignorant? My mother asked me to study, but also for my own good! During that time. I have been blaming myself. But mom seems to have completely forgotten, as if nothing had happened. Still give me meticulous care, let me feel the selflessness and greatness of maternal love.

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a good child is like a treasure ..." What a simple language, but it sings the voice of each of us!

E Wang Zhi answers for you, hoping to help you!

Can you give me a composition about me and this book?

Abandon adoption

Thank you! ! ! ! ! ! !

Gorky said: "Reading a book is like opening a window of life."

Bacon said: "Reading gives people pleasure, brilliance and talent."

I think: "books are like mysterious gems, which contain infinite value;" Books are a treasure house of knowledge, making ignorant people knowledgeable; Books are like faithful friends. When you are in trouble, they will always give you help and support silently. "Therefore, I love books, even to the point of obsession.

I vaguely remember that when I was very young, my mother would always hold me in her lap and tell me story books one by one when she came back from work every day. I always sit quietly and listen with relish, as if I were in the world described in the book. When my mother says something wonderful, I clap my hands hard. At that moment, my mother will always be happy to see me. ...

When I was a sophomore, I had my first book-Two Wan Li under the Sea. That night, I was absorbed in doing my homework. My mother handed me a book, and when I looked intently, there was a mysterious picture on the cover of the book: a Frankenstein with glasses, sitting on a strange fish-shaped boat, laughing heartily. Several colorful striped groupers swam around the strange ship, as if watching the uninvited guests who broke into their world. I was deeply attracted by it at once, immediately grabbed the book from my mother, and immediately opened it and read it. Whatever his homework is, put it aside. The strange fish in the book, the brave and witty captain Nemo, has become everything to me at this time. I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard my mother crying: "Chen Chen, have you finished your homework?" Only then did I remember that my homework had not been finished. Finish your homework in a hurry and secretly put the book to bed. It's late at night and the house is quiet. I gently opened the book again and continued to wander in the wonderful underwater world with Captain Nemo in the book. ...

When I woke up the next day, I found that the book was still firmly in my chest. In the next few weeks, Shu accompanied me to school during the day and slept with me at night. He has become a part of my life.

Since I came into contact with the book Two Wan Li under the Sea, my love for books has been out of control. I can't wait to enter the world of books. This book shows me more than I expected. It is a fantasy world completely different from the real world, richer and more exciting than the real world. The Arabian Nights, Grimm's Fairy Tales, 100,000 Why's and Insects … sucked me to the bottom of the sea of books like a whirlpool, but I couldn't surface for a long time.

What's my book? What's its title? As a composition for the 20 13 senior high school entrance examination, I and the four seasons of the book.

(20 13 Taiyuan senior high school entrance examination composition)

Enjoying the moist spring rain, strolling under the starry sky in summer, picking up flaming maple leaves in autumn and enjoying the free flying of winter snow, there are stories about me and books all year round.

When the spring rain continued, I held Jane Eyre, sipped fragrant teas and cheered for the heroine in the book, because she finally found her own happiness.

The stars are like fighting, and the night is still. I always read my favorite-Andersen's fairy tales. When reading, I often like to look up at the stars, go to the stars to watch Cinderella and the prince dance, and watch the characters in the story pursue their dream country. No worries, no melancholy, everything is as beautiful as a full moon. Before, I snuggled in my mother's arms and listened to her dreamlike story. Whenever I listen to her mother's story, I feel relaxed and happy, and my mood is bright as a mirror.

The autumn wind is fruitful. I like reading The Old Man and the Sea and feel the bitterness of the old man's life. He is not afraid of life and death, and has a thrilling life-and-death struggle with sharks. He felt the little boy's love and admiration for the old man. The lion in the old man's dream was so brave. He felt the warmth of restaurant owner Martin. He felt it. ...

Winter snow is falling, and the earth is covered with silver. I am fascinated by ostrovsky's How Steel was Tempered. Paul Kochakin has experienced numerous setbacks in his life, but he still faces life optimistically. So much for a person's life. The light of his life shocked me. I think I can't be afraid of no matter how big the storm is in the future journey of life. I must firmly believe in my beliefs and pursue my dreams persistently, so that I can sing heroically at the peak of my life.

How many spring and autumn seasons, how many seasons, in the fragrance of humor, I love chatting, singing with mermaids, fishing with old people, dribs and drabs, and all the stories in my book are loaded. I am in a picturesque life journey.

20 13 model essay "I _ _ this book" for the senior high school entrance examination in Shanxi province "I grew up with a book * * *"

Education books to feed our baby, story books told by parents, literacy books when learning dumb, pre-school comic books, school textbooks, all kinds of extracurricular essays, popular science books, history books, famous books at home and abroad ... a wisp of books has always accompanied me in my growing life.

There are various flavors in the book, such as joy, anger, sadness, joy, sadness, joy, separation, harmony, love, hate, affection and hate. This smell makes me linger in the world of books.

In the deepest part of my memory, there is a book that has been haunting me, and that is Andersen's fairy tales. Every time I pick it up, my mind will see: the cry of the poor little match girl, Thumbelina's eyes longing for light and freedom, Hai's daughter bravely going to the sea and turning it into foam in the water, the feelings between brother and sister ... The characters in Andersen's fairy tales all have courage, hard work and strong perseverance, as well as the determination to sacrifice spirit and overcome difficulties. He taught me to face the impermanence of life with a smile like the characters in Andersen's fairy tales.

After school, I fell in love with autobiographical novels. In this book, I got to know my bosom friend "Old Things in the South of the City". It was in the 1920s that Lin Haiying and his family came to the south of Beijing and met a man. Eiko's world is simple and full of doubts. She never locks herself in her own world and always lets people in and out. So she forged a friendship with Xiuzhen, who was considered crazy by people, and went to Huian Hall every three days. She wrote a promise with the "thief" and even listened carefully to the story told by the "thief"; She loves her wet nurse, watching her leave makes Eiko sad, and I will cry with her. Through Eiko's childish eyes, we see the joys and sorrows of the adult world. Although naive, it shows complex feelings about the world.

She watched a person leave her and grow up; She grew up with slowly flowing water, slowly camel bells, slowly leaving people and slowly passing years. I know that people will grow up, experience parting, and leave to gain something, so I will cherish the present time and benefit a lot from it.

Year after year, day after day, I study eagerly, which makes my Chinese achievements advance by leaps and bounds, enriches my extracurricular knowledge, and makes me love life, society and the world more.

Looking through the pages of all kinds of local customs in the world, touching the meridians of the stories told in the book, showing the smiling faces of the characters in the book, holding the connotation of the articles in the book, and the sentences with light clouds and light winds, flashing colorful artistic conception in the warmth of a wisp of books, colorful and singing.

I grew up with books.

20 13 composition for senior high school entrance examination in Shanxi province "

Education books to feed our baby, story books told by parents, literacy books when learning dumb, pre-school comic books, school textbooks, all kinds of extracurricular essays, popular science books, history books, famous books at home and abroad ... a wisp of books has always accompanied me in my growing life.

There are various flavors in the book, such as joy, anger, sadness, joy, sadness, joy, separation, harmony, love, hate, affection and hate. This smell makes me linger in the world of books.

In the deepest part of my memory, there is a book that has been haunting me, and that is Andersen's fairy tales. Every time I pick it up, my mind will see: the cry of the poor little match girl, Thumbelina's eyes longing for light and freedom, Hai's daughter bravely going to the sea and turning it into foam in the water, the feelings between brother and sister ... The characters in Andersen's fairy tales all have courage, hard work and strong perseverance, as well as the determination to sacrifice spirit and overcome difficulties. He taught me to face the impermanence of life with a smile like the characters in Andersen's fairy tales.

After school, I fell in love with autobiographical novels. In this book, I got to know my bosom friend "Old Things in the South of the City". It was in the 1920s that Lin Haiying and his family came to the south of Beijing and met a man. Eiko's world is simple and full of doubts. She never locks herself in her own world and always lets people in and out. So she forged a friendship with Xiuzhen, who was considered crazy by people, and went to Huian Hall every three days. She wrote a promise with the "thief" and even listened carefully to the story told by the "thief"; She loves her wet nurse, watching her leave makes Eiko sad, and I will cry with her. Through Eiko's childish eyes, we see the joys and sorrows of the adult world. Although naive, it shows complex feelings about the world.

She watched a person leave her and grow up; She grew up with slowly flowing water, slowly camel bells, slowly leaving people and slowly passing years. I know that people will grow up, experience parting, and leave to gain something, so I will cherish the present time and benefit a lot from it.

Year after year, day after day, I study eagerly, which makes my Chinese achievements advance by leaps and bounds, enriches my extracurricular knowledge, and makes me love life, society and the world more.

Looking through the pages of all kinds of local customs in the world, touching the meridians of the stories told in the book, showing the smiling faces of the characters in the book, holding the connotation of the articles in the book, and the sentences with light clouds and light winds, flashing colorful artistic conception in the warmth of a wisp of books, colorful and singing.

Recommend a composition book "Composition Guide" for senior high school entrance examination-collector's edition

I think it was bought by Xinhua Bookstore.

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Candle pierced the darkness and lit up mother's face. Mother's hands trembled a little, but her expression was focused and peaceful. Every time she lights a candle on the birthday cake, she looks at me deeply, as if to use all her strength. 1, 2 ... 16! Finally, in my mother's comfort and hope, a brilliant red bloomed in front of me, and my thoughts drifted away. ...

When I was a child, I especially liked to revolve around my mother. Every time my mother works, I especially like to squat down beside her and look at her face. Mom's face will turn red when she is alive for a thousand times, which is especially beautiful; As soon as I saw the sweat on my mother's face, I quickly wiped it with a small handkerchief. Every now and then, my mother will stop and give me a kiss with a smile. At this time, her smiling face became redder and really beautiful.

I am growing up. Get in touch with the outside world. The outside world is so wonderful, friends, music, stars, clothes ... * * *, which often makes me feel at a loss, so I no longer pay attention to my mother. At this time, my mother's impression in my mind was "unreasonable" except nagging. I remember once, because wearing a red cotton-padded jacket was very popular in school, it was gorgeous and beautiful. Looking at other people's red cotton-padded jacket, I can't help itching. So I went home and said to my mother, "Mom, help me buy a red cotton-padded jacket. Everyone else has it! " "Mother smiled and said," Your blue cotton-padded jacket is not very good! I just bought it last year. Son, now is not the time to pursue fashion. The most important thing for you now is to consider how to study-"

"Learning, learning, all day long, you only know to use learning to pressure me, never care about my thoughts. Can't I study well now? You know it's selfish of you to buy yourself good clothes-"

"Bang", a slap in my face, * * * spicy.

"Get out!" Mother's face turned red and her hands kept shaking.

"Get out, get out! Who wants it! " I covered my red face. I feel bad running out the door. I just want a skirt. My mother won't promise me such a low request. She also beat me and kicked me out of the house ... I think I am the most unfortunate person in the world. "I will never go back," I made up my mind. But the weather is not beautiful. When I stopped, I found that the night was so gloomy that I couldn't see my fingers. The bitter wind came straight at me; The fallen leaves are so annoying, I always feel that someone is walking; The legend of ghosts is so terrible that it keeps shaking in my mind. Far away, I seem to hear my mother calling me. I want to answer, but I don't. From far to near, from near to far, only the sound of wind and leaves will soon be left. I'm cold and scared. Somehow, my mother always covers me in the middle of the night and gives me an umbrella in rainy days. My feet moved home unconsciously. Just when I got to the door, the door opened with a click, and the light passed through my mother's red eyes and hit me. "Mom-"I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms. My mother hugged me tightly, and a familiar warm current came to my mind. "Son, mother is wrong. Mom shouldn't treat you like that, let alone hit you. Mom apologizes to you! " "No, mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't talk to you like that. It was my fault! I don't want a red cotton-padded jacket. " I cried and said.

When I came home from school the next day and walked into the room, a bright red color flashed into my eyes. On the bed, a beautiful red cotton-padded coat is neatly stacked. I froze. "Try it, son," my mother came in with a big smile and helped me put on the red cotton-padded jacket I had long wanted.

"Just right!" Mom said, her face was full of satisfaction. Suddenly, I found that my mother's rosy face had quietly left. Strangely, after J put on his new red cotton-padded jacket, I felt no joy at all. No, I can't be so selfish. I want to make it up to my mother.

At the end of this semester, when I stood in front of my mother with a red certificate of honor, my mother smiled so brightly, and the red notebook reflected her face, as beautiful as before.

"Son, make a wish!" My mother's voice brought me back to reality.

"OK, Mom," I promised, glancing at my mother secretly. Candlelight reflected my mother's smiling face, but tears blurred my eyes. I quickly lowered my head, closed my eyes and pretended

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