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# Meet the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination 1#
Life is a long journey, the roadside is fragrant with peaches and plums, and Qiu Lai comes in winter. I walked and sang in the life journey of different ages and met my better self.
Silkworms painfully bound themselves into a dead leaf-like genus, curled up alone in the cold treetops, trembling helplessly with the cold wind.
The wind is howling outside the window. In the dark classroom, my head, which is always high on weekdays, is now drooping. A pile of simple exercise books around me, like a boulder, shattered my pride in long-term maintenance. I failed in this competition.
Think about brushing questions in the classroom without air conditioning for weeks until the clothes are soaked with sweat; Think of my brother using the pocket money saved to buy glucose and chocolate to supplement my physical strength by staying up late to study; I think there are five pens without water in my pencil box ... my mind is full of ideas. As soon as I opened the window, the wind blew on my face, which hurt like a knife. The back of my hand brushed gently, and I suddenly realized that I didn't know when tears had covered my face.
The emaciated pupa struggled to shed its shell for the first time, and a warm wind gently brushed away the "snow" on its head.
I tried to drag an ugly piece of paper home step by step, but I bumped into my brother waiting for me at home. Looking at my brother's concerned expression, I couldn't help it anymore, sobbing and throwing bitter water at him. When my brother saw me like this, he smiled: "Come on, come on, it's just a small competition. I believe you are the best! " "I don't sniffle anymore." Really? "My brother nodded firmly: a truly beautiful butterfly, water will never give up flying because of rain; A truly strong person will never be depressed because of a small failure. Calm down and enlarge the pattern. I believe you will meet a better self. "
Unconsciously, the wind became smaller and my eyes were a little wet. Brother said that butterflies will not give up flying because of the rain. I think he is right.
With a gentle sound, the pupa was punctured, and the butterfly struggled to climb out, shaking off the dew on its wings, much like the excited boy who stood on the podium for the first time, crying with joy. Yes, I can't stop flying.
Back in the classroom, I squeezed out my spare time to practice again and again, wrote without water, and got up after falling again and again. Another game, and I'm back on the podium. The flowers at the curtain call and the prolonged applause all illustrate my success. I know that I can continue to work hard and fly against the wind when I encounter storms in the future.
Life is a long journey, and along the way, I will always meet my better self.
# Meet the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination 2#
"The wind in spring and during the day is fragrant." In it, I am trying to prepare for the upcoming mid-term exam. On the table, the used refill is illuminated by the sun. Just as I was swimming in the ocean of knowledge, there was a dull knock at the door.
Long years, love is speechless. Gently, the door opened. Mother's footsteps carefully squeezed through the crack of the door, as if rehearsed with oak floor, with artistic rhythm. I turned my head, and there was a little light in my mother's bright eyes. She brought a plate of egg rolls and a cup of hot milk and put them on my left hand silently. I'm afraid it will affect my study. When I was about to quit quietly, I couldn't help saying to my mother, "Mom, you have one too." Mom was a little surprised. She picked up a piece, conditioned it and fed it into my mouth. She only broke off a little and ate it. At that moment, I was warm and bubbling.
Every night, my mother will come home on time and prepare meals for me early. Occasionally, when school is late, my mother goes back to the kitchen with a sigh, chanting, "The food is not delicious enough when it is cold, but I am worried that you will be hungry when you go home." Although I was very tired when I got home, I was gradually full of energy under the care of my mother. It's good to have you around for a long time!
Long years, long dependence. Towards evening, I was still the first person to arrive at the training room. Walking on the floor with familiar steps, I can't help letting it have a date with my toes. With the rhythm of music, toes stand and descend regularly. Looking up at the neatly arranged yoga mats, my eyes were confused and my memory drifted back to two years ago.
It was also a night, a summer night. It doesn't seem to get dark so fast, leaving a few faint beams of light on the yoga mat. I'm on the mat, leg press. Although I was severely pressed by the teacher, I still gritted my teeth and persisted. The girl in the mirror has a stubborn face, her arms open, closed, opened and closed again. The movements are monotonous and the melody is single, but they are always telling their own wonderful things. Dance has become an inseparable part of my life. It's good to have you around for a long time!
Time never stops, that affection is deep, that dance is accompanied, and a song of life has been quietly composed. And I will harvest my own scenery in this song and March forward in the butterfly dance!
# Meet the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination 3#
It's night. The broken glow was caged by thick black fog, and the roar of the north wind came from my ear.
I walked into the hall, but my feet couldn't move. In the hall, a mountain of express parcels, large and small, were scattered all over the floor, and I couldn't help but frown. This "double 1 1" is crazy. How can so many couriers let people go? Finally, I walked past the couriers and prepared to take the elevator home. At this time, a fat man came over, with a shy smile on his face and chanting: "Oh, how did this happen?" I didn't care too much, so I nodded and left.
In less than 20 minutes, I will go downstairs to do some shopping. I really don't want to go out from the lobby if it's not necessary. When I opened the elevator door, I didn't see the expected package mountain, but arranged it in order of size. That chubby man is the security guard in our community! He is still packing the last few scattered packages.
I walked past him, but somehow I was attracted by his hand. What kind of hands are they? It's dark, with short fingers and really ugly hands. There are scars of different lengths in the palm, knuckles protruding, and some cocoons attached to the palm. There are no round hands as I imagined, but a pair of hardworking hands.
Perhaps because of his obesity, he picked up the heavy courier and swayed from side to side, as if he were going to fall. It's funny, but I can't laugh.
I put it at the door of the elevator and watched him finish the delivery. Once and for all, I ran again and again. At this moment, staring at him, the sweat on my forehead fell like a broken pearl. Although the face is full of fatigue, the corners of the mouth can't stop smiling with satisfaction.
Maybe years later, I will remember this security guard. The hands of industrious people and the backs standing in the depths of time. Thank you for that meeting, which allowed me to witness the hard work of the working people. Thanks for that meeting, which made me understand the origin of a better life. Thank you for that meeting and your kindness.
Late at night, two rows of neatly arranged packages in the lobby were illuminated by dusk light, adding a touch of warmth to this cold night. ...
# Meet the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination 4#
I looked at the foggy rainy day outside the window and my thoughts flew. On such a day, only the sound of rain hitting bananas in the distance reverberates between mountains and rivers.
This should be an energetic day.
There is wind in the rain, blowing in the rain flower for a while, wandering between the windowsills with light moisture and rain for a while, as if thinking about something.
I listened to the sound of rain beating against the green leaves, as if it had not changed for thousands of years, and it had always been like that. It extends out because of the long-standing corrugated eaves covered with moss, and the rain changes from ticking to rain curtain. A little bit, like pearls, fell to the ground, splashing like pearls.
Who is it, waiting silently in the dark?
Who is it, breathing gently in the dark?
Through the thick night, I met them. ...
"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", Du Fu and I drink spring wine and sigh that spring rain is as expensive as oil; Zhinan and Shang * * * and I traveled to Xinglin, where red apricots burned, green willows danced and drizzled. It looks wet but not wet. The breeze is blowing head-on, and I don't feel a chill. The old monk was also in high spirits, and could not help chanting the quatrains of "getting wet in clothes, raining apricot flowers and blowing cold willows"; In a blink of an eye, I came to the south of the Yangtze River, where "thousands of miles of yingge are green and red, and the flag wind of fruit wine is in the water town". In the vast south of the Yangtze River, orioles sing, and green trees set off clusters of red flowers; You can see villages near the water, battlements surrounded by mountains, and wine flags fluttering in the wind. Look at the peach blossoms in the distance, burning ten miles, turning into spring mud, caring about me. In a trance, I became a bookworm, climbed the mountain with Bai Juyi, and went to see the beautiful scenery of the forest "The beauty of the world is in April, and the peach blossoms in the temple". In the blink of an eye, Li Yu * * * rewarded "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty" and Zhu Tong sighed, "Winning the day to find the fragrant shore, boundless scenery is new for a while." Accompanied by Su Shi, singing "Welcome to Gem, Best for Spring", I turned around and met Chang 'an, where hibiscus bloomed everywhere. I quietly listened to Li Bai's chanting "The clouds want beautiful clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the bars to show off China" and looked at Yang Guifei's shallow smile on the high platform.
The wet moisture of the night condenses into crystal dew, which slowly rolls down the edge of the ancient tile and drops quietly.
The morning sun is like a rosy cloud, reflecting the clouds in the eastern sky. From a distance, the edge of the cloud seems to be coated with a thin layer of golden light, which is very beautiful.
In the spring rain last night, I washed away the dust in my heart. Don't waste time at the best age, seize the time, stick to the right thing, and be farther away from my dream. In this beautiful spring, facing the sunrise, with hope, run forward.
# Meet the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination 5#
Under the golden light, the waves on the sea seem to be golden. Jumping, jumping and rolling, accompanied by laughter and hilarity, the waves wrap the crowd and show the vitality and hope of life. I stand barefoot on the beach, warm, feeling the pulse again and again, but occasionally a little sea breeze, splashing cool waves, smoothing my restless heart. The sea, this is the sea, the sea that so many people yearn for.
From small to large, I have seen the sea countless times, and through the screen, I have seen countless surges. With its endless charm and Ma Pingchuan's imposing manner, the sea has seduced me countless times, occupying the treasure land that has been empty in my heart.
The sea is sacred. As a road, it connects the mainland and the mainland, connecting the heart and the heart. It is a road of navigation, a road of getting rich and a road of communication. The ancient Maritime Silk Road is the best example. It has accelerated human progress with radio waves, awakened people's consciousness with shocks and howls, and rapidly promoted the process of human civilization.
Yes, this vast space and unknown territory has attracted countless people with its heartfelt singing. I still remember two sailors in Ai Qing's poem. One likes the whistle when starting, and the other likes the waves when anchoring. Whether they are expecting to leave or arrive, they all pass by Na Pianhai Ocean, turning expectation into surprise, making blank colorful, and making their hearts fluctuate like the sea.
Of course, the sea also carries thoughts.
"The sea is changing, the moon is in the sky, and the horizon at this time is * * *." People always put sea and the sky together, because they are closely connected and inseparable, but there are tears of missing in the sea, because it is not as far away as the sky. The bright moon on the sea was born in the tide. People thousands of miles apart are smoothed by the warm sea, and the calls in people's hearts are continuously transmitted to the distance.
From time to time, the sea will show the ferocious face of bright red blood.
When people wantonly pollute and kill the creatures protected by the ocean for generations, the ocean is also beginning its own "revenge". The body of a ship destroyed the sea, a plane rolled in the deep sea, a tragic shipwreck and a story of family destruction all showed the tenacity of the sea in their own way, warning the human beings who constantly violated it with repeated growls.
See it now, see its slightly undulating chest and hear its calm heartbeat. I don't know when it will wake up again, but I know it is like a mirror. I laugh, and it laughs.
# Meet the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination 6#
The sky was gloomy, and beads of rain the size of beans poured down. I was walking alone in the street when I came to a crossroads.
At the crossroads, a small tree stands there, and behind it are several big trees. It stands quietly, its branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and its small body looks so fragile in the rain, as if it were interrupted instantly, which is completely different from the towering trees behind it. I looked at it, turned around and left.
The next day, at the same intersection, I met again. Surprisingly, instead of falling down in the heavy rain, it looks stronger, its leaves turn green and its posture looks like the tree behind it. I was surprised at its strength, but later I thought it would cool down tomorrow. I don't know if it can survive such a thin one. I looked at it and shook my head.
The temperature dropped as scheduled, and I came to this place on purpose. As expected, the young tree obviously lost its spirit, and its leaves drooped, showing a little bit of falling. Somehow, I was a little sad and left silently.
A few weeks later, I was walking home. Casual skimming, I was silent for a moment. Yes, it's still standing, completely different from before. It is taller, looks more energetic, leaves are greener, swaying in the breeze, as if to show off, telling the world that it is still alive and telling all mankind the meaning of its existence.
I stood there, thanking myself for meeting it and this strong little tree. Let me know that I can't give up when I encounter difficulties and I can't bow to fate. Only after suffering can we be more mature and strong.
# Meet the full score of the senior high school entrance examination composition 7#
Meeting is the beginning of everything, a beautiful meeting.
From the moment I was born, your heart fell to the ground, your clenched hands and tense nerves relaxed instantly. You hold me in your wet hands, and my crying is accompanied by your laughter and tears.
People say that my daughter was my father's lover in his last life, and God may have made you love me in another way. When I was a child, you were so tall and handsome in my eyes. I remember you were very thin at that time. Your long legs must have charmed many fans! You always like to hold me, and I grew up in your arms.
As a kindergarten student, I like to play with children and live in harmony with them. I go home to do my homework every day and look forward to playing with you. You taught me to share and be polite. Until I went to primary school, you began to be more and more strict with me, and I began to bother you more and more. I will no longer listen to you and obey you. You say my wings are getting harder and harder, and I say my wings may be getting softer and softer. It's nothing. Enter middle school and reach the so-called adolescence. I don't know what adolescence is really like. But I'm really getting more and more rebellious. Adolescence seems to be my excuse to refute you.
I remember that I quarreled with you that day, because I forgot everything except that you shouted angrily: You are going to rebel! Look at the way you are angry, with your nose closed and your shoulders falling together. I have tears in my eyes, but I think: I won't cry! I won't lose face in front of him! I took a step and slammed the door.
After school in the evening, I came to the bus stop sign and stood there waiting for the bus. Suddenly, a stout arm hugged me. When I looked back, it was you. You smiled and said: I have stood beside you for a long time. What kind of eyes are you looking at? I was in a trance and a little flustered. As soon as I grabbed my father's hand and pulled him tightly, he looked even more vicissitudes under the dim street lamp.
Now I am full of vigor and vitality, and you are approaching the age of no doubt. I have grown into a slim girl, and you have become five big and three thick, and people are still fat in middle age. Your love for me 15 years is irreplaceable and sacred!
Thank you for meeting you in this life-my father!
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