On this day, I did well in the math exam. Although I know the word "can't be proud", vanity is still sprouting in my heart. After class, I put the test paper in my book and went out to play. In fact, when I went out to play, I exposed the bright red "99" outside.
After school, on my way home, I skipped happily, and the wild flowers on the roadside swayed in the wind, as if to congratulate me; Morning glory blows the trumpet to congratulate me; Ye Er, with dense trees, sang the symphony sasha vujacic in the wind, as if cheering for me; By the river, willow branches and leaves dance in the wind, as if dancing for me ... Everything is so beautiful. Suddenly, I tripped over something hard. When I came to my senses, it turned out to be the first step. I was about to stand up, but suddenly a pain hit me and I opened my pants. Ah, the wound! I can't help but get scared. I saw that the wound was still mixed with some pebbles and sand, and blood kept flowing out of the wound, staining the surrounding sand and stones.
I overcame the pain, stood up and kicked on the steps with my feet. Bang, I cried with my toes in my arms, but I didn't lose my steps. It is this step, as a teacher told me: steps are like all kinds of difficulties in life, which always hinder our success, but if we can bravely overcome them and patiently accept them, then this step will lead us to the door of success, and modesty, kindness, courage and persistence are the keys to our success.
When I am on my way to success, I will definitely remember this simple poem: Difficulties are like spring. Strong is weak, weak is strong. I think: Bill Gates also came from such a trivial matter.
Failure is the mother of success. Steps are like the ups and downs of life, but don't forget where you fell and where you must get up. This is the inspiration for success.
Please write an article on the topic of steps. I just finished the exam.
The wind is blowing along the steps, with the fragrance of Sophora japonica in April. I stood on the steps and stared into the distance. I thought that one day, I would climb to a very high place and look at the distant place where my ideal shines.
When I put on a coat, I turned my head and saw my mother's tired eyes. "Be careful of catching cold and go back to the house." I nodded and followed my mother downstairs. Listening to my mother's heavy footsteps, I suddenly recalled the scene when my mother carried me upstairs when I was a child. I always hope that the steps will never end, so that I can always hide in my mother's arms and long for her unique warm taste. What a simple and selfish idea, but I don't know what kind of bitterness my mother's soft arms were tempered in.
Back in the studio, my own paradise, the cloth covered on the drawing board was opened conveniently. On the drawing paper with light blue background, there are steps, and the end disappears in the invisible corner. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the blooming Sophora japonica on the balcony through the window, not afraid of the coolness of autumn morning. This is a gift from my friend last autumn. At that time, I became silent for various reasons, always worried, and even felt strange, confused and confused about the road under my feet. Xiaoxue took my hand and walked to the yard and said to me, "Look, it's driving well. It will be held this time next year and will be held in the future. You should like it! " Like blessing, comfort and encouragement, I looked at her clear eyes and nodded hard ... My eyes moved back to the studio and landed on the painting. I saw a bright light on the steps of friendship.
The sun shone directly on the desk, and when I opened the window, a breeze blew in. Several pots of flowers and plants on the steps smiled at me. I sat down at my desk and opened my book. The book was a little in the way, so I moved over and suddenly found that it was not neatly folded and extended upward like a step. Isn't it? That's how I stood up. I withdrew my eyes and thoughts and continued to climb the steps.
The road of life is very long. (My relatives paved the steps for me with love, my friends decorated the steps with heart, and books reinforced the steps for me with the power of knowledge. I am fearless, but no matter how high or steep the steps are, I will continue to climb with faith. One day I can not only see the place where my ideal shines, but also get there.
Another breeze is blowing slowly, and the sun is shining on the steps.
3. Write a 500-word composition by imitating "steps". Every day, we go home by the stairs. The echo of the stairs is always loud, and my father's banging footsteps shake my eardrums one after another. The footsteps are as familiar as my father's, but this day I just listened and didn't go upstairs. The image came before my eyes.
I forget how long ago it was. That day, my face was dark, as if I had been pierced with a hole. It kept raining and the kindergarten was closed. Unfortunately, I had a fever that day, which was so bad that I couldn't afford to get out of bed. My family was afraid of my accident, so I asked my father to take me to the hospital. However, there are so few buses on rainy days that I found no buses when I arrived at the station, let alone buses to the hospital every hour. Not only that, every passing taxi always has passengers. When my father saw this scene, he got up and ran away quickly without thinking. "Knock, knock, knock ..." When I was young, that powerful step was branded in my memory. He ran behind my back in the storm, running and running. When his feet landed, there was a splash on the ground. The last spray didn't fall, and there was a new spray. In this way, I forgot how long I had been running. When he arrived at the hospital, although he was wearing a raincoat, his pants were all wet.
I still remember when I was very young, I liked to let my father learn from horses, and then I sat on his back. "Wipe ..." This is the sound of my father's knees and instep rubbing against the floor. Then when he is happy, he will pick me up, rotate, rotate, which is the sound of crushing. Sometimes, he will let me ride on his shoulders, and I will tremble with his footsteps ... Now, my father is busy with work, and sometimes he can't go home until late at night. When he comes home, his footsteps are always so light for fear of waking his sleeping family. In fact, I was awakened by the sound of his opening the door. In order to realize his wish, I pretended to be asleep.
"What are you doing in a daze down there?"
"Nothing, I'll go up." I just remembered that I haven't gone up the stairs yet.
Upstairs, I saw my father, and I found that he had a few more silver wires. What hasn't changed is his reliable footsteps, which have been echoing in my heart.
4. The composition topic material with the title of "Steps" is in front of Moscow University, and there is a famous observation deck.
The observation deck is very high, with countless steps, but the highest point can overlook the whole of Moscow. Once a wedding was held, the groom walked down the steps with the bride and walked to the viewing platform. It was easy at first, but it gradually became difficult, but he didn't put the bride down to rest until he climbed to the top and danced happily with her.
Steps, what an ordinary thing, are everywhere. What will the "steps" in the material cause you to think? Please write an article on the topic of "Steps", and ask to grasp the characteristics of "Steps".
The style is narrative, about 800 words. Writing instructions to write this article well, we need to pay attention to the key point in the title requirements-grasp the characteristics of "steps"
Everyone will think a lot from the steps, but what they think may not grasp the characteristics of the steps. For example, thinking that the steps of their hometown are just a prop, a source of association, not the subject of narration. What are the characteristics of the steps? In fact, the materials also give us hints.
Material1* * four sentences, the first sentence does not involve steps, no matter. The second sentence is about the structure of steps-there are countless steps, and the first floor leads to the top; It also mentioned the function of the steps-overlooking Moscow.
The third sentence is the process of the groom walking, which also tells us that it is difficult to climb the stairs, but as long as you persist, you will enjoy the unusual scenery. The fourth sentence mentioned another feature of the steps-ordinary and indispensable.
From the above characteristics, we can draw the following ideas: slow and steady, step by step; Overcome the difficulties on the road ahead and climb the peak of life; Praise parents, teachers, etc. Who wants to be a person in life and put himself on high ground? With these ideas, it will be a masterpiece with the facts and real feelings in life as the material and the appropriate theme.
Comments on Huangshan Steps Li Mengqiang went to Huangshan last time. The four wonders of Huangshan Mountain "clouds, rocks, pines and springs" really left a deep impression on me, but what impressed me even more was the road-the stairs leading to the top of the mountain. Originally, I wanted to go up by cable car with my father, but at the foot of Huangshan Mountain, looking at the towering peaks, the steps are winding and lovely, and it must be more delicious to climb up.
So we changed our mind and decided to conquer this road. At first, I climbed steadily, and the steps were smooth and smooth, as if I had experienced historical carving and rich connotation.
The surrounding scenery is also general, nothing special. Gradually, the higher the mountain, the longer the road, and the meaning of condescending came into being.
Looking around, the distance is hazy, the mountains are foggy and the steps are wet. Although it didn't rain, my feet were getting slippery, as if they had been oiled. Originally carefree, I can only struggle to pull the chain on the side of the road and try my best to climb up.
The mountain road twists and turns, and the steps are high and low, wide and narrow, sometimes left and sometimes right. I stood on a slate, pulling the chain and panting. I can't help complaining: "Why is it so high and steep?" I knew I would take the cable car! Hearing this, Dad smiled and said, "Silly boy, this step is also a wonder of Huangshan Mountain!" " Where was it so easy to be conquered? I'm sorry not to suffer! "Also, the mountain is easy to climb, so it's not called climbing. The vows made at the foot of the mountain will be completed at the foot of the mountain. I packed my bags and looked around. Wow, the scenery is really beautiful! There are many trees, rocks and fog. If I am in a fairyland, I feel like a fairy.
It turns out that the more you go up, the more beautiful the scenery is! I can't help but thank these steps for building such a good viewing platform for me. My footsteps are already heavy, and sweat has soaked my clothes. Looking at the steps behind me, I seem to see the vicissitudes of life, scarred, but kind and kind, as if to say to me: "Let's go! Climb up! The scenery above is more beautiful! " A force was born in me, and I quickened my pace, although the road became more and more slippery and steep.
On the road, pedestrians are still there, but their hearts are a little more cordial. This step, wandering on this peak, gave me setbacks and gave me the motivation to move on.
Oh! I see, footsteps are not only for walking, but also for talking and inspiring you to move forward. It can also do magic and make the scenery around you beautiful. This step is really a wonder of Huangshan Mountain. Dad didn't lie to me.
Comments: This paper first introduces the steps of the writing object Huangshan and points out the topic. Then, the author described the process of climbing the mountain. Different from the general composition with the theme of mountaineering, the description of the scenery in this paper is hierarchical, and the description of the scenery is also the revelation of the theme-the more efforts you make, the more beautiful the scenery you enjoy; At the end, the author praised the steps, praised perseverance, pointed out the theme and took care of the previous article with images instead of preaching. Throughout the whole paper, the author combines the spirit of perseverance and courage to climb the peak represented by solid steps and steps, closely follows the theme, highlights the center, has a clear structure and many bright spots.
Constantly climbing, pursuing higher self, life is very long, and every minute, we climb on the steps. Every time we climb a floor, we stand higher; Every time we climb a floor, we see farther-the steps always extend under our feet.
Encourage and help you take the first step up the stairs. In the park, a child of about three or four years old hobbled, and his mother smiled.
At the front of three steps, the child stopped and looked at his mother with wide eyes. His eyes showed confusion and fear. He held out his hands to his mother and made a hug gesture. The mother went to the steps, stretched out her hands and shouted to the child, "Baby, come, come, come to mom."
The baby pouted, his eyes were red, and he was so wronged that he was about to cry. Seeing this, the young mother turned and pretended to leave.
The helpless baby had to use both hands and feet to attack the "huge" three steps-very clumsy. Finally, the baby climbed the "high" steps and grinned at the young mother.
This may be the first time in his life to climb the steps: the first step in life is the most difficult, but it is the most important. From this step on, your climbing begins. Every step, the steps begin to extend.
5. The 500-word imitation of "Steps" describes his father's composition. As far as I can remember, my father always likes to wear a wide shirt and a pair of big rubber-soled shoes, regardless of the wind. The sound of "clicking" goes hand in hand with the weak wind in the evening. Like other middle-aged men, he sometimes likes to have a few drinks and play poker several times. Occasionally, if you drink too much, you will get drunk in the sunset. Watching a bird fly across the boundless sky alone. However, my father gave me the impression that I went out early and returned late. Every day, my father gets up early, but he never wakes me up earlier. He didn't wake me up until 6 o'clock and hurried to the factory. Every day when I walk into the kitchen, I always see a big breakfast, but my father never has enough time to eat these delicious foods. He is the boss. But I can always see his busy figure. He is a serious man with few smiles on his face, but every time he hears that he has made progress in his studies, he will happily encourage us to go up a storey still higher. That smile, blooming on his dark face, is like a lotus flower, but my heart at that time has been severely pulled. Father, your daughter's little achievement makes you so proud, and the glory has not soaked your sweat! My father is always busy. In fact, I know that my father wants to invite three or five friends to have a cup of favorite wine in the morning, prepare a simple meal happily with my mother at noon, and study and play with us at night. Survival, this cruelty and ruthlessness robbed my father of his youth, health and rest. My meager ability now is simply not enough to bear a little for my father. My father propped me up silently, but let me travel well. I can't repay my father for his efforts. I can only say, "Dad, I love you. You are the best father in the world. " Thank you.
6. Step by step composition.
Life is very long. Every minute, we are climbing the stairs. Every time we climb a floor, we stand higher; Every time we climb a floor, we see farther-the steps always extend under our feet.
Encourage and help you take the first step up the stairs.
In the park, a child of about three or four years old hobbled, and his mother smiled. At the front of three steps, the child stopped and looked at his mother with wide eyes. His eyes showed confusion and fear. He held out his hands to his mother and made a hug gesture. The mother went to the steps, stretched out her hands and shouted to the child, "Baby, come, come, come to mom." The baby pouted, his eyes were red, and he was so wronged that he was about to cry. Seeing this, the young mother turned and pretended to leave. The helpless baby had to use both hands and feet to attack the "huge" three steps-very clumsy. Finally, the baby climbed the "high" steps and grinned at the young mother. This may be the first time in his life to climb the steps: the first step in life is the most difficult, but it is the most important. From this step on, your climbing begins.
The steps began to extend, at the feet of everyone who tried to climb.
Come on! Come on! Come on, athletes! Success belongs to persistent people. "There was a warm cheer on the sports ground. At this time, a 3000-meter long-distance race is going on, and the athletes are struggling to complete their mission. The long 3000 meters is a tall and big step, and every step of an athlete running 3000 meters is so difficult. In the cheers of peers, the athletes never slackened off. Although their legs have almost lost consciousness, they are still marching towards the finish line. With perseverance, the athletes finally climbed the podium along this high step.
The steps continue to extend. As long as you climb up, the steps will extend forever.
An unemployed young man has been to many companies, large and small, and still got nothing. Finally, he picked up the garbage, but he didn't give up. In the process of picking up garbage, he constantly thinks about how to realize the maximum optimal distribution of garbage, constantly designs ideal schemes, and constantly improves them in practice. In the end, he started a garbage recycling company and created his own world. At the bottom of his life, he did not stop climbing, but extended his life to a higher "height".
The steps are steeper and steeper, and the steeper and harder it is, but human beings are always climbing up step by step and pursuing higher self.