Excellent composition for senior high school entrance examination 600 words 1 We need to be understood by others in our daily life.
(a) At home-between mother and daughter
I am a girl in the youth season, emitting the breath of youth. I have my secrets, my life and my free space, but my mother always pays attention to my every move and violates my freedom.
I have my little diary, which contains my heart and my secrets. It has been lying in my drawer guarded by General Iron. But one day, I accidentally found that my drawer was opened. The diary was also read by others. I asked my mother angrily, "Mom, I don't know why my drawer was opened." But my mother casually said, "I opened it, and I did it because I care about you." I heard it like a bolt from the blue, and tears fell unconsciously. Mom! I know you think I am a teenager, and teenagers need care and love, but have you ever thought that we also need respect and understanding!
(B) in the classroom-between teachers and students
I am a student with poor grades, but I work hard, I strive to make progress, I try to hold up a blue sky for myself, but my actions are not understood.
A biology exam, because of poor grades at ordinary times, this time I got 98 points "the second in my class". After sending back the test paper, I was very happy, because I finally won a sigh of relief for myself. After class, the teacher called me to the office. I thought the teacher would praise my progress, but I didn't expect him to say to me, "Little boy, it doesn't matter if your grades are poor, but you can't cheat, it's not good for you!" " Seek truth from facts and don't cheat. "After listening to this, I feel like someone poured cold water on me, like falling from a beautiful world into a horrible hell, teacher! Poor students can learn well, can't they? I can make progress, so can my teachers. I also need understanding and respect. Please understand our poor students!
In the classroom-between teachers and students
A small dormitory is a paradise for our freedom, but sometimes it is also a place of misunderstanding and incomprehension. Once, I accidentally wet someone else's pants, and after saying sorry several times, I was accused of "intentionally wetting", my friend! Can you understand me? Can you respect me? I also need to understand! Because we are in the prime of life, we have our own ideas and a heart that needs respect and understanding from others. We expect to be respected, and we long to be understood.
I don't know where I am now, but I vaguely remember that I am busy in the mountains of homework. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew and I was trapped in this dense fog.
Groping in the fog, I saw that this was a quiet and depressing town. Everywhere is gloomy, and the continuous light rain is hazy in the air like fog. A dull atmosphere surrounded me and made me feel lost inexplicably, so the narrow old street covered with green slates became wider and longer. Unconsciously, I came to an old house, vaguely heard movement inside, and gently pushed open the door left unlocked. I saw an old man in high spirits, wearing a white jacket and holding a writing brush. He looked focused and waved ink like a cloud. It's just simple black and white, with only a few strokes, but it's like sketching a landscape painting, ups and downs, in one go. I can't help cheering: good! The old man just found me and smiled at me. I smiled politely and went forward to study the calligraphy works carefully. Grandpa, you write really well! Hehe, young people nowadays probably can't even write traditional Chinese characters, can they? The old man still smiled faintly, but in my opinion, there was a trace of sadness. Hmm. The old man suddenly stopped writing and looked at my child. Can you write? Let's write it. Me? All right, then write it. The old man is so kind that I am embarrassed to refuse. I went to the old man's side and picked up the pen, but my hand couldn't help shaking slightly. When I think of practicing writing brush in primary school calligraphy class, everyone always smiles and perfunctory, but I didn't touch it in junior high school. Now, I really regret it. Anyway, I have to bite the bullet. I tried my best, but I ended up writing crooked, like a curled snake. Looking at the vigorous words of the old man and mine, I felt my face burning involuntarily, and I was so ashamed that I wanted to get into the words. The old man seemed to read my mind, sighed silently and began to write down four Chinese characters. I stared at these four clean words and was just about to ponder when a breeze blew.
I rubbed my eyes in a daze. It turned out that I fell asleep at my desk, got up and glanced at it casually, only to find the Chinese culture on the wall, and I was lost in thought again.
Three years later, the excellent composition of the senior high school entrance examination is 600 words! No willfulness, no madness, no youth. More maturity, more responsibility and more filial piety. Today's shyness is gone, I pursue what I want; For the first love, I just laughed it off; For someone who once had a crush, it was just a smile. I don't know how to pursue, just wait; Make excuses for your unwillingness, but never know how to pursue it! A young smiling face is a sign of youth, in order to get rid of childishness! Once brave, now just reserved! Memories of the moment, touched the cheek, and now even the residual temperature is gone. Once said forever, just naive. Goodbye, dear!
The streets we walked through, the jewelry spots we visited and the cake shops we sat in no longer have our figure, our smiling faces and laughter. Walking again, just disappointed! When we meet again, will we laugh loudly and shout from time to time as before? Will it be the same as before, when several people get together to chat? I think it was a happy day to think about the future, but now it is a time to recall the past and want to go back to the past! It is said that the boudoir is more intimate than the sky. What about us? Whether we are apart or reunited, we must still be like this! Now, bid farewell to youth!
Do you remember the agreement? I still remember. You forgot, it doesn't matter, I remind you. Will you remind me if I forget? Youth is coming to an end, we are about to leave, we really don't give up, especially you! You care about what others think of you. I tried to persuade you, but even I couldn't do it, besides, you are still very fragile. 18 years old without me, you have to be strong, I hope someone can treat you better than me. My 18 years old, I will think of you, I hope you have a good life, better than me! Give my regards to your 18. Tell her I'll remember her! I will remember your dimples, your liveliness, your sadness and our vows! ^_^
Goodbye, youth is with you! When we meet again, we should remember our friendship! I won't have a crush on you if I meet you again. I am a stranger to you. For me, you are the witness of my youth and the most familiar stranger!
It was late at night and there was silence around. My heavy eyelids are about to droop, but there seems to be another voice shouting in my heart. A deep pain and loss make me afraid to close my eyes. I said to myself, "Go to sleep!"
When the lights were turned off, just as someone was about to sleep, there was a gentle conversation between mom and dad next door. "My son will pay the registration fee tomorrow, and there is only 20 yuan at home. I don't think there is any way! " Mother sobbed. "Factory-free dad said firmly." We're sorry enough for her. We haven't had a good meal, lived in a good house or worn old clothes. She likes reading. Can't we even give her such a request? "Dad choked up, as if to cry. I heard my father's old and firm voice, and tears had already flowed down. I don't want to drop out of school, but I miss my father's back crushed by the burden of life, my mother's thin hands, and my faith in my heart is shaken for the first time.
A sleepless night.
I got up before dawn the next day. As soon as I went out, I saw my father walking home in the morning mist of dawn, with apologies and disappointment in his eyes. I knew he must have borrowed money and failed again. My family has declined since my father fell ill. In order to treat my father, the family is already heavily in debt and has to study. The pressure of life made him age prematurely. People in their forties have lost more than half of their hair. Looking at my father's eyes tortured by poverty, my eyes are moist. I ran to my father and said, "Please let me quit school. I don't want to see you borrow money humbly. " Dad turned to look at me, and his stern eyes made me uncomfortable. "So, are you willing to make me sad?" Looking at my father's serious eyes, I silently bowed my head and didn't know what to say.
It's dawn. I have to get to school. I didn't get the money, but I felt a kind of unspeakable warmth in my heart. I know, it is a kind of parents' care and a kind of family happiness. I secretly said with tears: "Let poverty become strength! I must get a notice from a key high school. "
There is a precious gift, which becomes more and more precious because of the baptism of tears. Grinding residual red into fragrant mud is a gift from fallen flowers to roots and veins. The red sunset glow is a gift from the sky to dusk. Beautiful and bright images are gifts from the moon to autumn water. Frustration is a precious gift given to life by living in tears, but it shines with bitter light.
Yunling Changhong falls, and the water hits Shazhufei. A precious gift, a life without regrets. He was born in a slum, but he didn't give in, so his fate took root. He embarked on a rugged road of chasing dreams, but he was not bound by any obstacles. He almost cruelly trained his acting skills, keen eyes, precise movements and social spirit. Finally, his name Stallone captured the hearts of countless people. Frustration is a precious gift, which can turn a dull iron into a sharp blade. Temper life and create brilliance.
Autumn chrysanthemum is bright with frost, and wintersweet is cold and beautiful. Accept a precious gift and achieve an elegant and individual self. Dressed in shabby but clean clothes, she scavenged beside the garbage in the rich area, picked carefully, chose carefully, and finally packed up and left. That weak back is like a lonely goose and a lost angel, branded in the eyes of designers. However, the frustration of life has polished a diamond that shines for a while. It is also the frustration of poverty that has created her unique personality and bright eyes. She was recommended as a model by the designer and won the title of Miss Universe in Argentina. This is Daniela. Don't bury your soul in time and accept setbacks. This precious gift turned into an elegant swan.
Tears fall with the wind, and dream feathers fly. Accept a precious gift and chase the body of your dream. Ambition is stronger than that of young people. Why are you afraid of being difficult to climb? The mind is full of ups and downs, why bother to soak in the mire and let your feet sink in! Love is comparable to autumn water, why stop the source of Qingxi? Don't erode your obsession in the years. If you are a dream catcher, accept the test of setbacks, accept the precious gift of setbacks and go forward bravely.
Life has lost setbacks on the road. Pick it up devoutly, even bitter days will shed sweet tears, and even scarred dream feathers will fly at will. Frustration is a precious gift given by life.
I rolled up my sleeves, and that joy was forgotten. I seem to smell the smell of rice cakes. In the early morning of New Year's Eve, I saw my grandmother busy buying candied dates, sweet-scented osmanthus and glutinous rice flour to steam rice cakes! I grew up so big that I can eat delicious rice cakes sent by my grandmother from the countryside every year, but I have never seen how my grandmother steamed rice cakes. I just returned to my hometown this year, so I have to "practice" myself.
Finally, after lunch, grandma took out the steamer from the cupboard. So I said to my grandmother, "Let me be your assistant. I will feel sweeter if I eat my own steamed cake! " "Grandma smiled and agreed. I rolled up my sleeves, and that joy was forgotten. I seem to smell the smell of rice cakes.
I saw grandma pour glutinous rice flour into the bamboo plaque first, and then added sugar, candied dates and sweet-scented osmanthus into it. Then stir it back and forth quickly with a spoon. Grandma told me: "The cakes steamed in this way have both the sweetness of candied dates and the fragrance of osmanthus, which makes people memorable." I thought to myself: no wonder grandma sends a lot of rice cakes every year, but I always feel underfed. Thinking about it, I learned from my grandmother and kept stirring with chopsticks.
Then, grandma put a pot of water and some chopsticks in the cauldron, covered the lid and let grandpa light it. After a while, the room was filled with steam and the water boiled. At this time, grandma gently smeared the clear oil on the inner wall of the steamer with gauze, put in the mixed rice noodles, patted the rice noodles around the steamer with her hands, and quickly put the steamer on the pot for steaming after the rice noodles were firm. After a while, several naughty bubbles appeared in the rice noodle. When the bubbles burst, steam came out of the rice noodle. Grandma lowered her head, carefully observed the source of steam, and kept spreading rice noodles at the outlet. Grandma was busy adding rice noodles while giving me "face-to-face instruction": "This rice noodle is very particular, otherwise the steamed cake is cooked in some places and tastes very bad." Grandma has been taking care of grandpa to make the kitchen bigger. Not long after, a fragrant crisp came to the nose, and a cage of glutinous and fragrant rice cakes was steamed.
There used to be such a little boy in our class. His grades are poor and his reaction is slow. His face is pockmarked to varying degrees. Because of this, he became the laughing stock of the whole class. But boys don't despise these. He laughed at the ridicule of his classmates. The boy has no friends and only goes alone every day. Even the teacher doesn't often ask him to answer questions in class. He is really worried that he just spent a difficult spring and autumn with the sunrise and sunset of the sun silently every day.
One day in class, the boy was taking notes, but the teacher unexpectedly asked him to answer this question. The boy stood up and answered reluctantly. Although he didn't answer correctly, the teacher asked everyone to give him applause. In the warm applause, the boy did not sit down happily. He stayed there as if he had been stung by something. A few tears swirled in his eyes. His eyes seem to tell everyone that I don't want such applause. I am also an ordinary classmate. Because according to common sense, other students will never get such applause. At this moment, the applause of the students seems to be not an encouragement, but a satire, a pity and an insult to personality. Today, I recall that incident and still feel deeply. Indeed, people should have dignity. We don't need to be rewarded by others because they feel sorry for themselves. Like sunshine, it's not easy to give it to you. It needs you to look through leaves and trees. If sunshine is impure because of God's mercy, it contains both sympathy and contempt. Similarly, the applause of sympathizers is more of comfort and insult.
If we accept it, it also means that we admit our shortcomings and we have to rely on the sympathy of others to live. Self-esteem tells us why we need applause from others. What we want is real praise. Because, we are all decent and indomitable people, the same person!