The beginning is the beginning. Spring is the beginning of all seasons; Morning is the beginning of a day. Everything has a beginning; Began to contain hope. ...

Please write an article on the topic of "Start" according to your personal experience or feelings.

Requirements: (1) Style is not limited (except poetry). (2) No less than 600 words. (3) Don't include the name of the school and the names of teachers and students in the composition.

begin

A candidate in Beijing

Behind the success, there must be a painful beginning.

I have dreamed of becoming a ballet star since I was a child. Put on a beautiful princess dress and pink ballet shoes, and then, stand on the stage of my dream, gently light up the ground with my toes, and slowly rotate and rotate. ...

Finally, this wonderful opportunity came. With my potential and enthusiasm, I was allowed to transfer to the third-level ballet performance class. My star path starts from here.

This is my first day in this huge training room. Pushing open the training door, I saw: there are mirrors all around, so beautiful! Half-open glass window, the sun shines in from the outside, golden, as if my dream is shining. I put on my beloved dancing shoes and walked into this "dream" training room.

"get down! Lower your back! Why are you always one step ahead of others? " The teacher's reprimand once again made me understand that everything starts from scratch and everything has a beginning, but my beginning is very bitter.

"Press it down and hold on!" In order for me to press my leg well, the teacher simply sat on my leg and pressed my leg down hard. He straightened my body and made me face my front legs. I was struggling with tearing pain. I held back my tears because I knew that everything had a beginning. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

After my unremitting efforts, finally, on a sunny morning, the teacher happily told me, "You can stand on tiptoe." I finally put on my pink shoes. Suddenly, I was very excited, but this excitement was quickly replaced by loss. A road full of thorns unfolded before me.

I calmly hold the handle, hold my chest and abdomen, and lift my breath; I slowly arched my instep and stood on tiptoe. It hurts! I understand this is just the beginning.

An hour passed, and I kept repeating this boring action; Two hours have passed and I'm still practicing. Finally, I couldn't help it. "It hurts!" I shouted. At this time, I was sweating like a pig. I felt that my pores were expanding and the sweat on my forehead kept overflowing. I can't tell the sweat and tears from my face. I just feel that they are rushing to overflow. I know my feet don't meet the requirements of ballet, but I will work harder than others. Because I firmly believe that the initial pain will definitely bring the sweetness of success!

After my unremitting efforts, I was finally discovered by Bole and became the best candidate for ballet solo performance.

In order to practice dancing well, I make time every day. After every exercise, I can put my legs where others can't, and the feeling of stretching is hard for others to feel.

On the stage, beautiful colored lights gathered on me alone. I dance happily. I am a little princess who dances on tiptoe. Finally, the beautiful curtain call won the warmest applause from the audience. I did it!

Behind success, there is always a bitter beginning. As long as you have a spirit of persistence, a belief and never give up, the bitter beginning also contains a kind of sweetness. ...

[composition topic]

Read the following materials and write as required.

Spring has arrived, and the lawn in front of my house is full of red and green vitality. A middle-aged man who had just moved couldn't bear to trample on the lawn when he came home, so he took a detour. Unexpectedly, just upstairs, the old lady next door greeted me with a smile. Some words surprised middle-aged people: "I've been thinking all day and I'm a little worried." What kind of person is the new neighbor? " After a pause, the old lady added, "When you just bypassed that lawn, I began to get to know you and knew that I had nothing to worry about."

Life is often like this. Deliberate actions often can't shorten each other's distance, but an occasional detail and action will build a beautiful bridge between people.

Please write an article of no less than 600 words on the topic of "the distance between hearts". You can record experiences, write stories, make comments and express your feelings. The style is self-selected and the topic is self-drawn. The name of your school, as well as the real names of teachers, classmates and myself, must not appear in the article.

The distance of the soul

Buses that can't be closed in the morning can be said to be a scenery in Beijing.

Although air-conditioned cars are expensive, rich people still want to be cool, so congestion is inevitable.

The conductor looked at the two elderly people who hesitated under the bus: "Hurry up, everyone who goes to work after these two stops will get off and get a seat soon."

So the old man came over with their little granddaughter.

Children are less than the height of buying tickets, and adults seem to have trouble breathing, but people sitting around have no idea of standing up. The conductor seems to be well aware of this phenomenon, so no one encourages everyone to give their seats to their children.

In fact, I have long been used to this indifference. It is said that most people who take air-conditioned cars are highly educated people who work in office buildings. The fashionable term is "white-collar" class. But the indifferent expression and the advanced clothes seem to have a meaning of refusal.

After two stops, a pregnant woman finally got off. At this time, the conductor motioned the child to wait for the seat. I was thinking that the child was finally not squeezed, but something unexpected happened-a middle-aged woman sitting next to a pregnant woman naturally moved to an empty seat and a fat man sat down.

I think my expression at that time can only be explained by surprise. This man, who seems to have no symptoms and discomfort, actually grabbed the seat of a child less than one meter. His peace of mind made me unable to think of any words to describe him.

I don't want to guess whether the visitor to Beijing will sit down, or what effect it will have on the little girl. Maybe she will become a member of these so-called "white-collar" classes in the future, maybe she will be happy to give her seat to others in the future, and maybe she won't give her seat to anyone again. She is not wrong about this, because educating a person to grow up is a real society.

But people's hearts have drifted one step forward between these seats. ...

Composition theme

2 1, sound is everywhere: the sound of wind and rain in nature, cicadas singing and birds singing; Singing and reading in life, laughing and crying, comfort, encouragement and criticism from relatives and friends; The call from the deep heart ... among them, there must be some kind of voice that you will never forget. It may remind you of a past event, may make you have rich imagination, and may make you realize valuable philosophy. ...

Please take "voice" as the topic, draw up your own topic, choose your own style, and write an article of more than 500 words. The real school name and name shall not appear in the text, otherwise points will be deducted.

The sound of the piano touched my heart.

A candidate in Guangdong

The red sun sets in the west, spreading lonely oranges all over the sky. Under the setting sun, the ancient road in Cang Sang is full of blurred amorous feelings, which is particularly quiet. Everything in the world seems to be intoxicated in this frozen but very short-lived Miri, Malaysia, and all voices are stopped.

I am dragging a long shadow and strolling on a quiet ancient road. My mind is full of thoughts and I am sad for the setbacks and bumps these days. Suddenly, a melodious piano sound mixed with a gentle breeze gently reached my ears. The wonderful piano sound seems far away, unattainable and close, lingering in my ears. I stopped, let this string of smart jumping notes gently slide through my heart and dance happily.

The sound of the piano is still hovering on the path in the pale twilight, but like a clear spring, it washes away the dirt and tired dust of the soul for everyone passing by. My thoughts gradually merged with this clever and wonderful piano sound, and I felt detached from the world of mortals, "concentrating and relaxing, blending with everything."

I followed the trace of the sound and came to a shabby hut. This melodious piano sound is coming from inside. I was just about to hold my breath and play, when the piano suddenly stopped. A childish voice came into my ear: "Grandpa, I'm tired. Playing the piano is really interesting. Although I can't see it, I can feel it with my heart, right? "

An old voice said, "Yes, smiles send us light, you play beautifully. I see how flexible your fingers are, just like dancing on those keys. " My heart suddenly felt like an electric shock, and many question marks rose in my mind. Really ... Really ... I sneaked through the dusty glass window and saw a little girl of seven or eight years old gesticulating with her hands and talking to an old man. It's just that although the little girl's eyes have lost their luster, they reveal a kind of happy self-confidence. She is blind! The old man sitting there is deaf! My heart was deeply moved again, and two lines of warm tears rolled down quietly. These tears are sweet!

The sunset put away the last ray of sunshine. At the moment when I turned away, the wonderful piano sounded again, which moved me inexplicably again. The ancient road echoed with the laughter of grandparents and grandchildren and the touching sound of the piano. My step forward has become firm, because in this dark night, the moving piano sound is my beacon.

Composition theme

At the age of two, Zhang Yaqin lost his father. Several of his relatives live in different cities. In order to exercise his ability to live independently, he lived alone in several cities at a young age: he was near the college entrance examination and suddenly fell ill, and his mother advised him to give up. Zhang Yaqin didn't listen: "I just tried, even if I failed, it was also an exercise;" If you don't fight for it, you won't succeed! " As a result, he was admitted to the juvenile class of China University of Science and Technology. Then, master's degree and doctor's degree … eventually became the global vice president of Microsoft and one of the most outstanding scientists in the field of electronic engineering. Looking back on the past years, Zhang Yaqin proudly said, "In my opinion, growth is more important than success. In the process of growing up, I gained independence, perseverance, strength and self-confidence ... Without that growing experience, there would be no me today! "

Please write an article on the topic "Growth is more important than success".

Success is conceived in tears.

I don't know how many tears I have shed in these years, from excited joy to heartbreaking "tears full of skirts". Tears are not bitter, but sweet. She moistens my mind, purifies my mind and inspires my enthusiasm. In tears, I choose to be brave and strong, in tears, I grow up gradually, in tears, I move towards success.

In the sixth grade of primary school, students go all out to prepare for the review of junior high school. Everyone works hard, and many people burn the midnight oil, hoping to win the prize in the provincial mathematics competition and enter the intensive class of Wentong Middle School directly.

I am no exception. After layers of screening, I got the tickets for the preliminaries with strong strength. Faced with the hard-won opportunity, I was ecstatic, thinking that I could walk on the Avenue of Stars and win. I was immersed in the joy of victory. In the next series of intensive review training at the end of the term, I lost my way. Others listened with relish, and the teacher spoke clearly, but I didn't listen at all. I'm very proud. When I attended the training, I played a supporting role. I lowered my demands on myself and wasted my precious time. That's what I'm afraid of. Later, although I studied hard, I was getting closer and closer to the end of the semester, and my hanging heart was even more uneasy. I had to comfort myself: rather than sigh, let go!

I was depressed when I walked out of the examination room in a daze. As expected, I failed. Mother's complaint stings like a needle. My father's stern eyes seemed to penetrate my chest. My mental defense line completely collapsed and tears flooded. I really regret it. I can't waste any more time. I must work hard and strive for self-improvement. I couldn't help humming Zheng Zhihua's Sailor: "He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Don't be afraid to dry your tears. At least we still have dreams. He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Dry your tears, don't ask why ... "

So I study hard every day, ask the class quality for 45 minutes, and ask more teachers and classmates. My bird grew up in tears, and I know how to cherish time. I want to fight, I want to struggle, I want to make progress. ...

A miracle happened! I was admitted to the intensive class of Wentong Middle School with excellent results, and my efforts finally paid off. This success has not made me forget yesterday's pain. Tears remind me of it. It has always inspired me to move forward and become a brilliant stroke in my growth history.

Tears enrich your resume and make you stronger. Taste the tears bravely and feel them with your heart, and you will find that they are not bitter. Be kind to the tears and setbacks in the process of growing up, and you will find that this is also an unforgettable wealth and a ladder for your success.

Write according to the following topics and requirements. (50 points)

Title: The Best Award

Requirements: write a narrative of not less than 500 words, and the real name and school name shall not appear in the text.

The best reward

Guangdong examinee

That mango with black spots is my best reward and my grandma's deep love.

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When the fragrance of mango wafted into my nose and wrapped around me, I thought of the best return. At this time, grandma's love is like the fragrance of mango, which wraps around my heart and fills my heart. ...

That year, I used my spare time to visit my grandmother's house. In the yard, I snuggled in grandma's arms, pointed to the immature mango on the tree and shouted, "I want to eat this!" " "Although the emerald skin of mango is a little blue, it attracts my greedy taste.

"No, not yet." Grandma ha ha smiled. "Grandma will give it to you when you come back from the first place in the exam, okay?" I clapped my hands and shouted, and grandma kissed my forehead with a warm smile on her face. ...

Back in the city, I forgot all about it until the phone that stung my heart rang, "grandma is going to die!" " "On the other end of the phone, my aunt was crying. I froze, a tear crossed my face, and tears of regret stung my heart. I really won the first prize, but I didn't report the good news to my grandmother. I completely forgot my grandmother in the distance. I hate myself! I got on the bus to the hospital in tears.

The sheets in the hospital are horribly white, and there is a strong smell of medicine everywhere. Grandma was lying quietly in the hospital bed. When everyone looked at grandma who finally woke up with joy, the doctor said it was a reflection, and everyone was silent. I fought back my tears and rushed to grandma. I was surprised to see grandma holding a mango with black spots on its calluses. She held on so tightly that her cloudy eyes were full of disappointment. My mother told me that she told my grandmother that I had won the first prize. My grandmother always said that she would reward me with a mango, and when she went to the hospital, she also brought this mango, saying that she would give me an award in person.

I can't control my feelings anymore. "Grandma, you will be fine. Don't leave me! " "

I cried with tears in my eyes, as if I had been cut by a knife, and tears came to my eyes.

"Reward ... reward ... mango ..." Grandma murmured, and her godless eyes revealed a kind of love that only I could read. Then she put the mango in my hand with all her strength and shook it tightly, holding my hand tightly. "Good ... good ... reading ..." Grandma's hoarse voice was only audible to me. I nodded, tears rolling in my eyes.

Suddenly, grandma let go of her hand and closed her eyes gently. At this time, my tears came out desperately, hitting my hands and mangoes. I feel this spotted mango is so heavy. Looking at grandma's quiet face, I said to myself, "Yes, I will study hard!" "

I will never forget that mango, it is the best reward!

Another summer, the mango is ripe again, and the golden mango reminds me of my deep thoughts. The smell of mango is getting stronger and stronger, just like grandma's love, which is the best reward my grandma gave me.

Composition test questions

Please write an article on the topic "Our hearts are very close".

Tips and requirements

(1) Please boldly choose the style you can control best and write in the way you like.

(2) Don't appear real place names, school names, names, etc. In the text, otherwise points will be deducted.

(3) Plagiarism is a bad behavior. I believe you won't copy other people's articles; Otherwise, it will affect your grades.

(4) Considering the enrichment of the content, the article should be no less than 500 words.

1, our hearts are very close.

Anhui examinee

She, 42, is a laid-off woman worker. She is hardworking and capable, and has a heart.

She is my mother and a good mother.

A year ago, I regarded her as an enemy, and I hated her because she was my stepmother. I hate her as much as I hate my father. I hate that she abandoned her family and remarried her father. I hate why my father married this woman a year after my mother died. I hate this family. I never said a word to her at that time, because I was radiant when I saw her. In fact, I know that this "joy" is mixed with "fear". It is said that my stepmother will abuse a child like me, so I avoid her every day and don't talk to her.

Once, what she did made me hate her even more. On the way home from school that day, I saw her crying and talking to two children. I stood out of their sight, and I recognized their relationship. That's her baby. Because the child doesn't want to live with his father, the father will beat the child in a cruel way. They want to be with their mother. She said yes. I am very angry. It's over. I also have two sisters. When I got home, they were already sitting at the table, and my father introduced me to two sisters. I didn't want to have anything to do with them, so I went into my room without eating.

Since then, I have been fascinated by the Internet and often enter my online world after school. I feel that someone on the internet really cares about me and understands me. Surfing the Internet made me completely forget myself. Dad was too angry to leave me alone, but she couldn't help it. She looks pathetic every day and goes to the internet cafe to find me. Every time I play, I give up halfway. I can't say anything about her. I am in a hurry. I called her names and cursed her. She cried sadly, crying very sadly. Actually, I regret scolding her. After all, it's my fault. Dad gave me a good beating, and I ran out to the Internet cafe. I wanted someone to listen to me, but she followed me and found me. I hate it. She was surrounded by some annoying men and touched her. But I'm useless. I can only call 1 10. Several hooligans were scared away. Then I cried. I don't know why, but because of her eyes, I saw something from it. That's mom's love. Yes, there is a strong maternal love in her eyes. I cried badly that time. I no longer surf the Internet, because I got a long-lost maternal love from her.

I am close to her, I am close to her heart!