In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for full marks, and the essay model was 600 words: on the road.
The road of life is sometimes smooth and sometimes bumpy. Only by persisting in those bumpy roads can we finally break through the difficulties. The bumps on the road make us work harder, be more determined and walk better on this road.
On the way to school, we always have to go through all kinds of exams. There was a math surprise exam, and I was shocked by the big scarlet letter score just after I corrected the paper-I failed! After school, on the way, students discuss their scores and compare them with each other. I didn't speak, but I felt that my schoolbag had become particularly heavy. At this time, the sky outside seems a little dim. I feel very lost, I don't know what to do, and I can't imagine how to tell my parents when I get home!
I don't know why, the way home that day was particularly long, and I stumbled all the way. After a while, I walked to the door. I knocked on the door with a nervous mood, and my heart was pounding. "Click", the door opened and I walked into the room with my head down under my mother's gaze. "How many points did you get in this exam?" This question makes my heart beat faster and I get nervous instantly. "Say it quickly." Mom's voice cut through the air like a sharp knife and gave me a heart-wrenching blow! I said the score, and there was another silence. There is a little melancholy and sadness in my mother's eyes. For a long time, my mother suddenly moved her lips and was scolded again. Unexpectedly, my mother said calmly, "I did a little poorly in this exam, but don't give up and prepare for the next exam." I was surprised and surprised. I secretly determined my goal. I will live up to my mother's expectations and do well in the exam.
Since then, I will spend an hour sleeping every night to review carefully. Sometimes I feel that I am going to be lazy, and I think of my mother's expression that day, as if to say something to care for and encourage me, so I cheer up and continue to review in the sea of questions. This lasted for so long, and finally "reviewed" it while sleeping.
Finally, the day of the exam came. As soon as I got the test paper, I began to work hard. Sure enough, I got a very ideal result with Haoshi Duomo. When I set foot on the road home again, the dark clouds in my heart cleared away and I walked briskly and went straight to my home.
But the significance of this matter is by no means limited to this. I think there will still be many bumps, setbacks and blows on the road of life. We should learn from it and stand up and face it bravely, so that we can get better and better on the road!
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for 600 words: If I stayed that day,
It's been two years, and that farewell is no longer news. On that day, what would it be like if I stayed?
That morning, the weather was gloomy, but when I came out of the classroom, there was a gap in the thick clouds, and the sun shone directly on me from there, which was a little warm. In fact, most of the leaves turned yellow at that time, and those sunshine were really hard to get.
I met him before I left school, and his tall figure stood out in the crowd. He was wearing a black trench coat and jeans that were washed almost white, and his mother bought him brown leather shoes on his feet. He is still so lazy, with stubble on his chin and bloodshot eyes. He looked around the school and finally saw me. He waved to me and called me by my nickname. I walked up to him and looked up at him with a smile. He is so tall in front of me.
I dialed my mother on his mobile phone and told her that I was going to have lunch with him. Mom was silent for half a ring at that end, and finally agreed.
We walked into the restaurant, chatting one build what did not build. I don't know when we became strangers. He caught a shrimp for me. I paused and said slowly, "Dad, I am allergic to seafood. I can't eat shrimp. Have you forgotten? " He paused, then blushed, looked up and said, "daughter, I'm sorry, I know there are some things I can't hide from you." Your mother and I have a good home now. Let bygones be bygones, and you will understand when you grow up. " I looked down at the plate in front of me, bit by bit blurred, and the tears in my eyes kept spinning. Actually, I know everything.
After dinner, he and I walked in the street, relatively speechless. Soon, he will leave. He took some red bills out of his briefcase and handed them to me. I managed to smile. Is this the alimony for our mother and daughter in the future? How ridiculous! I carefully put it on the inner layer of my clothes. He turned to leave, and I looked at his lonely back. At that time, his back was so camel, there was silver in his hair, and he was so weak to walk. I endured the acid swelling at the tip of my nose and murmured slowly, "Dad …" I was afraid that he wouldn't hear me, and I was afraid that he would turn around.
I resisted the urge to rush forward and hug him, but I really want to tell him that our family can live a good life, okay?
This autumn wind is really heartless, blowing away the fallen leaves, messing up the hair tips, blowing away my dear father and ruining my warm home. I don't know when the sky is overcast again, and I won't show a glimmer of light.
On that day, if I stay, will he let go or repent?
Unfortunately, there is no if. It's not that I can't do without you, but that I'm better with you.
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for 600 words: the fragrance left in memory.
Elegant fragrance floats in this valley, echoing in the girl's heart, stretching and soft.
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The girl is a veritable "mountain child", with a poor family and no money to study. Parents work outside all the year round, leaving her at home with her grandparents.
Spring this year seems to come earlier than usual. Grass quietly emerged from the head, flowers spread out, and they were full of vitality.
The girl saw that spring was coming, and all her friends went to school, leaving her alone to herd sheep and spend spring after spring.
She looked at the school in the distance, bowed her head and sighed, and led her sheep back to the open lawn. She is eager to learn. She thought that her grandparents worked hard for the basic expenses of life, so she had the idea of studying and wanted to help them live a good life.
Since you really want to study, you can borrow it. I finally borrowed a book and chewed every word with the company of an oil lamp. Lonely and quiet night, dreams are full of knowledge.
The footsteps of spring have finally come here. Flowers are floating all over the mountains, the breeze is blowing, and peach blossoms are falling to the ground, with a somewhat sad feeling.
The girl and grandpa are moving stools and sitting under the big peach tree in front of their house, learning to write. The two men found the stone and carefully imitated the words in the book.
Whenever a girl finishes writing, grandpa always gives her a thumbs-up to praise her. The girl is full of confidence and strokes happily. At this moment, someone came. ...
It was a girl in her twenties, with a dark green shirt on her upper body, a pair of work pants on her lower body and a peach blossom pinned to her head. That peach blossom is obviously newly picked, with dew hanging on it. Her dress is simple and generous, and there is no lack of femininity.
The girl and grandpa whispered a few words, and grandpa held her hand and nodded excitedly. After a while, lead the girl down the hill.
The landslide, step by step, helped each other to the school.
Looking at the school-her dream place, the girl couldn't help walking in slowly. The girl grabbed her, crouched down gently, brushed her hair, held her hand and whispered, "This is your school. You should study hard. Knowledge changes fate, and fate is in our own hands. Come on! "
These words became the deepest memory of the girl. The girl also pinned the peach blossom to her head. Presumably, this deepest memory was left by the most beautiful person with the fragrance of peach blossoms.
The girl studied hard at school and was elected monitor. She wanted to thank the girl well, but she didn't know that she was transferred back because of her work.
The girl is very disappointed, but on second thought, the most fragrant memory left by the girl is that she hopes to make a difference and repay the society. The girl smiled and clenched the peach blossom bud that she was going to give to the girl.
After many years, the girl became a rural teaching teacher, doing charity work silently. She carried on with the most fragrant memories left by that girl in those days. ...
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for full marks, and the essay model was 600 words: wordless praise.
When I was a child, I felt that my father was particularly strict and difficult to approach. Even hearing his cough from a distance makes me a little nervous.
I have been an excellent scholar since I was a child. Good academic performance, respect teachers and unite classmates. In particular, I often help my mother with housework, which was seen by the teacher and won numerous praises. But my father never praised me. I am very lost in my heart.
Once I won the first place in my class. Run home excitedly with a certificate of merit. I can smell steamed pork in the distance. That's my favorite! And my mother's specialty is only cooked on major festivals or when guests come. Because in the era of material scarcity, fresh meat is not always available. I asked my mother, "What's the happy event today?" She said, "Congratulations on winning the first place." I'm surprised how she knows. My mother told me that my father met my teacher when he passed by the school today and learned about it. Then he ran dozens of miles to buy fresh meat and asked her to make steamed meat for me. I was really shocked. I never praised my father. I not only remember that I love steamed meat, but also ran a long way to buy fresh meat for me, just because I won the first place in the exam. What a compliment this is to me! I think this steamed pork with rice flour is particularly delicious and unforgettable for a long time.
I remembered the new shirt I bought in the singing contest; Think of the new white sneakers worn at the sports meeting; I remembered the new pencil box in my schoolbag. I remembered the toy pistol on the bedside table ... It was the seventies, and I was short of clothes and food. My father supported our family of nine with a meager salary, but he was always silently satisfying my vanity. Even when I was in college, he rented me clean school bedding because he was worried that I wouldn't wash the quilt myself. It seems that my father's mind is delicate enough. When I first started working, he drew a delicate square table himself and sent it to my dormitory for me to use as a small dining table. When my daughter was full moon, my father specially brought back a beautiful rattle from other places. Now that I think about it, these trifles are not commensurate with a strict father.
Although our brother and sister are not close to him, he cares for each of us in every possible way. My sister is married, and I will arrange my brother and sister to help when I am busy with farming. My brother dropped out of school, so he took them to study medicine together. Second sister was sickly since she was a child, so it is common to carry her to the hospital in the middle of the night. For me before, I was pampered ... My father never praised me in person when I was a child, and even less when I grew up. But my mother told me that my father's suitcase has always contained various awards and honorary certificates I won during my study. Especially in college, I got six honorary certificates in four semesters. I don't know how many times I showed off in front of his relatives and friends when he took me away. ...
Perhaps it is the stubbornness of character that makes him more dignified, or the hardship of life that makes him silent in front of children. But his silent praise to me touched me deeply. Now, when I lost my father's love, I recalled the dribs and drabs of the past, and those silent praises became the spiritual food of my life.
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for 600 words: You made me so beautiful.
Eight years of cold window, since childhood, books have always been my favorite in life.
Book is a beautiful word. From ancient Oracle Bone Inscriptions to modern vernacular Chinese, books are an important part of human civilization and a ladder of human progress.
This book records my growing experience. I remember my immature childhood. On a clear night, I will be obsessed with the song "A Bright Moon with a Leaf and a Boat with Two Pointes" sung by my mother: when I grow up, I will be intoxicated with the daydream of "going straight down to thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days": in the lush years of middle school, I will "have a teacher for three people" and "worry about the world first."
This book guided me to visit the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. "It's like a spring gale that blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", which makes me understand the snow in the north: "The river is red as fire at sunrise, and the river is blue when spring comes", which makes me appreciate the beauty of Jiangnan. Clouds and pine clouds in Huangshan Mountain; Magnificent, qiantang bore, Ma Benteng; Jilin rime silver Yushu Qiongzhi; Picturesque Guilin landscape, fairyland on earth; They are all charming.
The book led me through time and space, galloping through ancient and modern times, browsing the historical picture scroll of 5,000 years, Yue Fei, who was furious and strong, Lin Zexu, who was frightened by the destruction of opium in Humen, Wen Yiduo, who was not afraid of enemy agents, and Jiang Zhujun, who was indomitable. Countless patriots and revolutionary martyrs wrote epic poems.
From ancient times to the present, people admire reading very much, because reading makes people smart and has rich connotations; Reading makes people understand and cultivate morality; Reading makes people increase their knowledge and acquire talents.
Although I love reading very much, my path is not so smooth. When I first started primary school, I couldn't master the essentials of reading just by interest. Later, under the guidance of my teacher, I not only mastered some reading knowledge, but also finished my homework independently. When I was exposed to classical Chinese in junior high school, I once encountered setbacks. It is also inculcated by teachers. I also read some ancient literary works such as "Four Great Classical Novels", which helped me tide over the rapids and became interested in classical Chinese.
Books are like mountains, books like the sea, and you can't finish reading them. I like China's ancient poems, I like Ming and Qing novels, and I also like modern prose. Reading is like spring breeze, blowing into my heart; Reading is like rain and dew, nourishing my heart. Reading makes my life full of interest, enriches my knowledge and makes me "poetic".
Thank you-book, you make me so beautiful!
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for full marks. 600-word essay model essay: eternal feelings.
I often want to write an article about the mountains and water in my heart, but I have never been able to write a word. I just confessed myself and comforted myself by saying, "I should write something to it."
Last night, I dreamed of lush green hills, crystal clear green water, and grandma who called me home for dinner in the afterglow of sunset. It's like going back to the past, back to my boyhood.
When I was 3 years old, I came to my grandmother's house, a small mountain village surrounded by mountains and waters. In the memory of spring, in the plain of green mountains and green waters, grandma's house is at the foot of the mountain surrounded by green trees, and a pure and transparent river flows in front of the door. In summer, grandma led me up the mountain to stroke Sophora japonica, pick flowers and seeds, dry them and sell them, buy me delicious food and clothes to wear; In autumn, grandma took me to pick a lot of gratifying fruits such as big red dates, oranges and persimmons. In winter, my grandmother and I go up the mountain to collect firewood, which can be used as firewood and used for heating when it is cold. Although my grandmother has poor legs and feet, she can go to work quickly. Often in the afternoon, grandma can pick up a large bundle, while I only pick up a small bundle. Grandma also picked it up on my back, and we went home humming a tune together.
What impressed me the most was going to the travel department to watch the "meeting" during the Spring Festival, similar to the "social drama" that Mr. Lu Xun watched when he was a child. At that time, every village had an annual meeting, every village had a program, and every village had to exchange performances. Sometimes grandma just wrapped jiaozi and didn't have time to eat, so the "meeting" came. Hearing the sound of gongs and drums, I put down my chopsticks and began to run outside. Grandma Ren shouted at the back, "Run slowly, don't fall down …" and ran to the meeting place in one breath, just in time for the scene of "stepping high and jumping butterfly". So far, I am deeply impressed by the clown's superb skills and realistic performances.
The mountains here and the water here left me a wonderful childhood here.
But happy times are always short-lived. When I was 8 years old, I was forced to go home to school and had to leave my grandmother's house reluctantly. At the moment I left, I cried, and grandma secretly wiped her tears while persuading me to go home. I know, grandma will not be separated from me, and I will not be separated from her.
Fortunately, there are winter and summer vacations. I will come here as soon as I have a holiday. Every time, my grandmother will wait for me at the head of the village. Seeing me riding a bike from a distance, my grandmother will catch up quickly. I jumped out of the car and threw myself into grandma's arms.
Later, I joined the work and became a teacher. But I will still go to my grandmother's house during the winter and summer vacations. At this point, the castle peak has long since disappeared, the trees on the mountain have been cut down, and houses have been built on the flat ground. Grandma greeted me at the head of the village as always, but her hair was getting whiter and whiter, her body was getting thinner and thinner, her voice was getting weaker and weaker, and her expression was shrinking. But she often sees people and says, "My granddaughter is now an iron rice bowl and has a state banquet." The face is full of pride, like a girl in a flowered skirt.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Now, grandma has left us for many years, but the green mountains and green waters will always be fixed in my heart and become my eternal feelings.
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for 600 words.
On the long road of life, everyone is constantly discovering and questioning. All their works shine in time.
Our work used to be articles written by ourselves and small productions in our hands. For example, once a small lantern was made from a broken jar and decorated with red and green paper, which attracted the envious eyes of passers-by. Driven by that fantastic achievement, it has also added a lot of happiness to our lives.
As a parent and teacher, your job may be to "get an obedient and enterprising child". "My father Xi gave birth to me, and my mother Xi bowed to me. Caress me, nurture me, care about me, go in and out. " Every time I read a similar sentence in the Book of Songs, I will see my parents' hard work. My parents often can't go home until one or even two in the evening. Father is often reluctant to order takeout, and he will endure it when he is hungry. He is also afraid of disturbing his mother. And my mother, no matter how hard she tries, always comes to our room one by one for fear that we will catch cold after kicking the quilt. I often see my parents' tired figure through the faint light under the door, and I have to clean up the housework.
"Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night." My teacher often says with a smile, "Don't make the teaching profession so miserable. In fact, being with students is not hard at all. " Is that so? Many times, even the cricket outside the window stopped singing, the lights in the dormitory corridor went out, and the class teacher was still patrolling carefully to see if everyone slept well. She carefully took off her high heels and hurried downstairs, which was often touching.
"As long as you are willing to study hard, it is worthwhile to work hard again." Isn't this what parents and teachers often say? Our class teacher is naturally more well-intentioned. We once joked, "Don't tell the teacher about you if you commit a crime in the future?" Isn't it? To them, we are our works.
Thirty young firefighters gave their lives in this year's Liangshan fire. They bravely rushed to the fire to save people, but they never came back after they went. "Always be a loyal guardian of the party and the people." These are their quotations before departure and their answers to the society. To the fire, to the forest, to the people who are safe and sound, this is their job.
These works, created with warmth, softness, life and time, are imprinted on our growth path and inspire us latecomers.
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted to full marks, and the composition was 600 words: Happy New Year.
Life is based on virtue and takes goodness as the soul.
It's a spring morning. Holding a red coin in my hand, I walked out of the house excitedly. The front door is shaded by trees, the stream is gurgling and the air is particularly fresh.
I hummed and walked to a department store. Suddenly, I saw a group of people out of the corner of my eye. "Hey, what's there?" Driven by curiosity, my steps changed direction.
Through the layers of people, my brow wrinkled.
An old lady fell down. The old lady fell to the ground, clutching her chest in pain. A head of gray hair is scattered, and a wrinkled face looks a little distorted under severe pain. The whole body curled up and trembled, as if the body had been numb with pain.
My feet couldn't help taking a step, and suddenly I felt a chill. I subconsciously looked around and saw people looking at me with cold eyes. Not from the face a red, bowed his head and retracted his feet. I hesitated in my heart, ready to leave with the idea of "it's none of my business, hang up high"
A figure ran out of the crowd, and her blue dress caught my eye. I turned my head. It is a young girl. She eagerly ran to the old lady and held out Sandy's jade hand to help her get up. I could see that she was in a hurry, but she didn't panic. She took out her mobile phone and dialed 120.
While waiting for the ambulance, she kept rubbing the old lady's chest with her hand and comforting her softly. The two arch eyebrows on his face are locked with each other, as if he had written the word "urgent". My heart was gradually moved.
Time passed quickly, and the ambulance arrived soon. The little girl helped the doctor carry the old lady into the ambulance. Her frown slowly spread out, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The ambulance immediately flew away again. Watching the ambulance leave, my eyes suddenly became sour, and my kindness seemed to be awakened by her, and a voice sounded in my heart-I want to be a good person, too!
Time passed in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, two or three months passed.
When I heard a heroic song, I was still on my way to school as usual. Going forward, it turned out to be a band, all members of which are disabled, with a love box in front. I saw the beautiful image of Tsing Yi again, so I took out more than ten dollars of pocket money, put it in a love box and threw a smile at them. They also gave me a smile and a deep bow, and I continued to walk to school. ...
In fact, there is kindness in everyone's heart, but it has not been stimulated yet. Only one process is needed. Perhaps, it will be completed gradually with the passage of time; Maybe it will be solved by a coincidence. ...
Let's pass on the beauty to everyone and use it to nourish our New Year.
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted for 600 words: longing for the life like honeysuckle.
Endure all kinds of human suffering, and the winter snow will dissipate one after another.
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I have been longing for the life like honeysuckle, poetic, silent and full of vitality.
May life be like honeysuckle, poetic and secluded. Compendium of Materia Medica records: "Honeysuckle, honeysuckle also." Everyone knows honeysuckle, but few people know its real name. It still lives in the deep mountains, more brilliant than gold and silver. Scholars seem to have forgotten it, and it still doesn't complain or grieve. Be a neighbor of Tao Yuanming's Nanshan Chrysanthemum, a friend of Wang Anshi's Jiao Mei, and a friend of Meng Jiao Changan Flower. Be a honeysuckle that no one praises for its good color and becomes happy, and smile alone.
May life be like honeysuckle, sacrificing yourself for others. Honeysuckle can be used as medicine to clear away heat and toxic materials. It uses mountain breeze, morning dew and birds singing at dawn to create chill and comfort people's anxious hearts. One day, I caught a cold and had a sore throat. I took a lot of medicine, but it didn't get better. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the honeysuckle dew in the corner. My eyes seemed to pass Shan Ye in an instant, and my heart was rippling. I held it contentedly, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, like a mountain spring flowing through it, like Bo Xue on the plum blossom in Pan Xiang Temple, refreshing and like a spring breeze. Perhaps it was broken into mud and ground into medicine, and it was as clear as before.
May life be as hard and strong as honeysuckle. Honeysuckle. As the name implies, it has experienced the test of severe winter before it ushered in a bright spring breeze. In Shan Ye in the dead of winter, how many hardships does a honeysuckle have to go through before it can smile at tomorrow? Some were eaten by cold birds, some turned into smoke from the small roof of Dongshan woodcutter, some were frostbitten by cold, and some were blown off by strong wind, but in any case, it never gave up. Even if it is so silent, when it recalls its life, it should not be caught in danger and timidity. I seem to hear it stubbornly shouting: Let first frost come more violently!
How can honeysuckle not be frozen when used as medicine? A lifetime, a season of honeysuckle. I yearn for the life like honeysuckle. Even if I live in the secular world, I still have a dead heart; Even if there is no one, there is still a feeling of saving the world; Even in trouble, there is still the spirit of never giving up.
Let it grow up in an instant, and it will grow old in the dust; Let it be a sailing tourist who will talk about Japan, fourteen countries with swords and frost, and I am just independent.
I yearn for the life like honeysuckle. You don't have to be in the Peach Blossom Garden, you have your own water and sky around you.
In 2020, the senior high school entrance examination sprinted out 600 words: capture happiness.
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I have a camera to capture happiness, and "click" another happy photo was saved. Happiness is actually very simple.
The first photo shows a little girl holding a bottle of water and smiling and handing it to the sanitation worker who is sweeping the floor. At this time, sanitation workers must be happy. When you are in trouble, someone hands you a bottle of water, which is a kind of happiness. When you love others and others respond to you, it is also a kind of happiness, hidden in two smiling faces.
The second photo shows a puppy lying quietly beside its owner, who seems to be blind. Happiness at this time, like a soft candy, is sweet in your mouth; Like a small flame, people feel the warmth from the heart. When you are most helpless, you can have someone who never leaves you. This is happiness. When you see the happiness of the person you want to protect and love, the happiness in your heart will come out involuntarily. Happiness is hidden in silence. Even without dialogue, silence is full of happiness.
A mother carefully sent a bowl of hot noodles to her daughter's room, smiling happily even if her hands were burned red. Tired of studying, my daughter saw her mother coming with her favorite face. Her face was full of happiness, and her mouth naturally rose slightly. You're worried. Is it happiness that someone gives you the things you love the most and guides you slowly? When the person you love most is happy, smiling and happy because of you, who won't be happy? The happiest thing between mother and daughter is that I am happy to see you happy, and I am happy to see you happy. This mother is my mother. She has given me countless happiness, and she has always been the source of my happiness, whether before, now or in the future. At this time, my camera flashed and it captured happiness again.
A person's happiness is actually very simple, a smiling face is happiness; Silence is happiness; A bowl of noodles is happiness. Happiness is not far from us. Happiness is hidden in every shot of life.
"click! Hey! " I just hope that this camera will never stop ringing and always capture every happy shot.