Ⅰ The composition begins at this time, I am sitting in the examination room 600 words
From that moment onwards
Pieces of crushed rice paper are scattered in the study room. Yo-Yo Ma's classical cello next to me has become increasingly heavy. For several months, I have been unable to find a direction...
This may be the biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so long. It took nearly four months to copy Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript for Memorials to My Nephew". From the beginning, the structure was similar, and the side turns of the strokes were similar, until the last hairspring reached a close similarity. But the teacher always said there was something missing, so I kept practicing. Then crumble pieces of rice paper filled with hope. The reason why Yan Zhenqing was able to splash ink in such a way was because he was in a mood at the time and naturally could not appreciate the emotions expressed in calligraphy. And I have always believed that the highest state of calligraphy does not lie in similarity, but in a self-created style. But now I am trapped in this framework and cannot follow the direction at all.
By chance, I was fortunate enough to come to the Shanghai Museum and admire Mi Fu's "The Story of a Tower with Many Views". Among thousands of works, I was the only one who fell in love with it, and it deserved the title of "Brush." "Zi", Xiang Feng's writing reveals a rhythm that is ups and downs. The starting stroke is heavy and unfettered, and the middle is slightly lighter, showing boldness. Between the several crosses that seemed to be separated but meant to be connected, I actually experienced a kind of clarity that I had never experienced before. From that moment on, I seemed to put aside Yan Zhenqing's rigidity and was deeply inspired by "brushing characters". What's even more valuable is that Mi Fu only accumulated and formed his own unique style after copying hundreds of calligraphy schools.
The moment I picked up the pen again, the ink spread out like flowing water on the rice paper. Although there was still a shadow of the original, my mentality changed greatly, and I pursued the direction of calligraphy. Perhaps the same is true for the direction of life. When I go through the busy review stage, I always trap myself in thick piles of materials. Sometimes, we should let go of our hearts and appreciate different scenery, so as to gain the most essential truth. . Maybe if you think about it from a different perspective, you will have a sense of darkness.
I spread out the pieces of crumbled rice paper and listened intently to the sound of the classical cello. From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, as Liang Shiqiu said : "All the splendor has become dull again."
Ⅱ 600-word essay "How I wrote the essay in the examination room"
Moved by myself
The Hangzhou High School Entrance Examination ends on June 14th. The 2009 Hangzhou Chinese language essay topic was "Moved by Myself". Many teachers and candidates said that this topic seemed simple at first glance, but it is not easy to write well.
Shen Renhong, leader of the Chinese course preparation team of Hangzhou No. 15 Middle School, said that she has been invigilating the exam for the past two days. She was deeply touched when she saw this essay question in the Chinese exam room. Teacher Shen said that when teachers and parents educate children, they have always emphasized giving and gratitude from childhood to adulthood, but rarely mention asking children to pay attention to themselves, affirm themselves, and examine their own inner feelings. This time the essay title was well done.
After the exam, Teacher Shen also wrote this essay. She said that this article records the true inner feelings of ordinary teachers, and it is also a way to touch herself. In fact, it is not just for children. , every adult can also use this self-motivating way to relax himself after busy work.
A teacher’s feelings in the examination room: Being moved by oneself
If someone cheers, it means that others have been moved; if no one cheers, it brings us into the time and space of being “moved by oneself”. ——Inscription
The afternoon sun became mercilessly fierce. When I left the school with great thoughts after completing the acceptance and sealing of the test papers, there were still students who had finished the Chinese language test one after another. Go outside the school gate. Although I have passed one exam, it is not easy to look at the backs of these T-shirts. yes! No matter what the ending is, the burden on our shoulders is to travel through the past and the future firmly. That weight is too heavy! When we get along day and night, the heaviness will also permeate the teacher's heart and become the concern of every capillary in the teacher's body.
Of course, I am not only excited for the first Chinese language proctoring test, but getting up early is a professional habit developed over many years. I wake up at four in the morning as usual.
Before the exam, check the candidates' desks and chairs again, and add cushions to the slightly swaying seats one by one according to the needs of the candidates. Raising his head, his eyes met the candidate's grateful pupils, so simple and clear, and suddenly he thought of his daughter who was sick at home alone.
The days rotate, rotate, and there is no leisure and space. Love, carefulness and sense of responsibility have become the strong strength of a young middle school teacher for ten years.
Being self-aware of suffering and self-aware of sacrifice, he shows a strong and sunny image in front of others. But deep down in my heart, I was moved by myself again and again.
To be a good class teacher, you must pursue excellence in teaching and never be careless. You must go out in the frost at 9:00 in the morning. You must put the rice bowl at dinner to answer calls from parents. You must hand over your children. To the aunt...
The husband often laments: "How many men dream of marrying a teacher, only to complain that they have been cheated and become the head of the family." "Men should not marry the youngest in the world. "I want to be the wife of my director." I was speechless at what he said.
Many friends will say, give up being a class teacher, why make yourself so hard.
But I refuse, how can I let you go? It is you who have enriched my days; it is you who have filled my heart; it is you who have filled my dreams; it is you who have walked into the depths of my heart one by one with different postures, making me happy in the journey of life. In my prime years, I sincerely fell in love with the profession of class teacher and the career of Chinese teaching. Ten years have not changed my choices and beliefs for many years at all: I want every child to say to me from the bottom of his heart when he leaves this beautiful campus, "I am lucky to be your student!"
In this smallest and smallest director position on earth, I was moved by myself.
Ⅲ A 700-word essay on the story in the examination room
The buzzing classroom became quiet. It was so quiet all around, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the floor. This is our examination room, this is our classroom, this is the battlefield where we are about to fight, and this is where we will test our learning this month.
I really envy those students who are sitting upright. They were calm, confident, and with a smile on their lips, waiting for the test papers to be handed out. My heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of my chest. Why can't you calm down? Suddenly, I seemed to see pairs of eyes staring at me. Ah, those were the soft eyes of my dear teacher, the kind eyes of my mother, and the encouraging eyes of countless classmates. Why, Uncle Lei Feng's sharp eyes also stared at me meaningfully: To pass the exam, you must believe in yourself. At this moment, I calmed down, picked up the pen that embodies everyone's high hopes, and fought hard!
"Ding dong, ding dong..." The crisp *** rang, the battle horn sounded, and the classroom became quieter. Only the sound of "swish, swish" writing on the paper was heard. The teacher smiled and encouraged everyone: "I believe you can do well in the exam, don't be nervous." I became more confident. The first big question was completed in a short time. In the second big question, the first 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 questions were done. But for the 6th question, oh no, I got stuck on the first one. One minute, almost two minutes later, beads of sweat broke out on my forehead. I racked my brain and thought hard, but the door of memory was tightly closed. I carefully recalled the teacher's narration. Alas, if you didn't listen carefully, it's your own fault. Alas, let’s move on to the next question. Just when I was about to start writing, suddenly a glimmer of light appeared at the door of memory. Ha, I figured it out. If I hadn't been in the examination room, I would have jumped up with excitement. I glanced around proudly and saw that everyone was doing the questions as fast as possible. I realized that now is not the time to be happy. I scolded myself severely, "The person who laughs best always laughs last." Don't take it lightly! My pen started sliding on the smooth paper again...
I finally finished the question. I didn't laugh. Please ask the teacher to check my academic performance! I hope my answer sheet will satisfy the teacher.
Ⅳ "Everywhere in life is an examination room" Composition Narrative 600
Some people say: Life is a teacher, but when I was a child, I didn't understand its meaning. When I grew up, my father said to me: "Everything in life is an examination room." I still had some doubts until that Friday afternoon - I had lunch, sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control in my hand, watching the TV Keep switching screens. Just as I was watching the TV series with great interest, my father opened the door and came in. "Hey, why don't you go to school? It's already half past one." My father looked at his watch. I pointed at my feet, which were swollen like buns (an accident in gym class), and then my eyes focused on the TV again. My father was a little angry. He sat next to me and said, "Why don't you stop going to school for such a minor injury? Are you still watching TV at home? You are in sixth grade now... When I was in school, the pain was worse than yours. Too big..." I pouted, turned off the TV with a snap, and limped toward the bedroom. "Stop!" my father shouted, "go to school!" I looked at my father's firm eyes and felt extremely aggrieved. However, I know my father's stubborn temper, so I don't dare to argue with him anymore. I changed my clothes, carried my schoolbag, and walked to the stairs step by step with tears in my eyes. The shoes that used to be loose in the past seemed extremely narrow today, pinching my feet and causing pain. I looked back at my father standing at the door. He locked the door, picked up my schoolbag, and looked at me with encouraging eyes. How I wanted to lie on my father's broad back again, but... "Let's go, Dad's back hurts today and I can't carry you." My little thoughts were all seen through by my father. I gritted my teeth, grabbed the handrail, and walked hard step by step. Every step I took, my feet hurt like needles, and I almost shed tears. "Eleven, twelve..." My father patiently cheered for me. Finally finished, I breathed a long sigh of relief. My father slowly stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat and tears from my face. I turned my head away, unwilling to speak. The father said: "Actually, every time you walk, my heart aches. I know that pain is heartbreaking, but... you can't always spend your life on the back of your parents. There will be more ups and downs in the future." Face it yourself. If you can't overcome these steps, how will your life go?"
I nodded with some understanding. "When you step down these dozens of steps today, it's like you stepped up to a new level." I understood. My father wanted to say something again, so I took the lead: "Everywhere in life is an examination room!" My father smiled, and I Also laughed.
Ⅳ "Exams and Observations in the Examination Hall" Essay of 600 words
It has been two full weeks since the final exam, but the things that happened in the examination room still appear in front of my eyes, and I can't get rid of them. , now, I will capture a few small shots to record the things in the examination room. Scene 1, Chinese language examination room: Trouble! The final exam questions were so easy last year, why are they so difficult this year?
Mo Yan’s article was really enigmatic. He was confused when he read it to me. He was writing the composition sullenly. When he turned around, I saw the invigilator slowly "floating" over. Standing behind me, he is watching me write my composition attentively! I hate it the most when people read my essay in the examination room. I am angry and impatient. I wish the teacher would leave quickly. I look at the clock and there is not much time left. I am afraid that I will not be able to finish my writing and want to write it quickly. This makes me very cold. It was so hot that I was sweating all over. I had to ring the bell before I hurriedly finished writing the last word.
Scene 2, English examination room: At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was a time when people were exhausted. I had finished the English test questions early. The examination room was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of strokes on paper. Looking around, many students had finished their test papers early. I was in a daze, and I wanted to raise my head to rest my neck, but I accidentally discovered that our invigilator was also drowsy. He held his chin in one hand, closed his eyes slightly, and opened his eyes from time to time. Then I closed my eyes again and continued to rest. I looked at my watch and saw that get out of class would be over for a long time. Anyway, I was idle, so I might as well watch the teacher sleep! Just as I was watching it with great interest, I saw Mr. Qiu walking over, grabbed my glasses case, took out the glasses cloth, and carefully wiped his glasses, alas! What can I say?
Scene 3, Mathematics examination room: Despite the small amount of math questions, it requires a lot of things. The last question made me think about it for a long time without thinking about it. It took me a long time to figure it out. I was so excited that I remembered that there was a multiple-choice question that I had not finished yet, so I had to make a cube expansion diagram on the spot at the last minute before choosing it. The bell rang, and my heart was beating hard. Haven’t checked yet! If I get a question wrong that I shouldn't get wrong, my life will be in danger. There were a lot of embarrassing things in the examination room. When I handed out the paper, I must correct my mistakes carefully and learn from the lessons
Ⅵ A 600-word high school essay on the topic of the examination room
A few days ago, I I passed the first large-scale important exam in my life, which was to take the Jiahui exam. On Friday, my mother said she would take me to Jiahui for the exam the next day to prepare me. On Saturday morning, I took my father's car and came to Jiahui No. 3 Middle School. All our candidates were distributed in several classrooms to take exams, first in mathematics, then in Chinese and finally in English. During the exam, I didn't dare to be sloppy, for fear that I would get a question wrong and fail the exam.
After the exam, I thought that although I failed a few questions, I should be able to pass the exam. But on Monday, my father told me that I was not very good in mathematics, Chinese, and English. I thought I didn't have to go for an interview, but my father told me to go for an interview. I was very happy and thought to myself: I didn't do well in the written test. I must pass the interview, and I have to be prepared. So, I worked hard to practice introducing myself in English and other conventional things... Finally on Wednesday, I came to Jiahui No. 3 Middle School again to prepare for the interview. We candidates have to write an essay first and then go to the interview. After I finished writing the composition, the teacher asked me to go to a classroom, where I saw three teachers asking students questions, first in English, then in Chinese, and finally in mathematics. The English teacher first asked us to read the text, and then asked us a few questions; the Chinese teacher asked us to recite ancient poems, and I stumbled over them, and then tested a few new words; the math teacher asked me two questions, and I answered them all.
Later, when she went to another teacher, she asked a few questions about life, and then went home to wait for news. I went home and did my homework for a while, and my mother came back. Said that a friend of mine did better than me and got three "A's". The next day, my mother said that my friend had passed the exam. I was happy and sad at the same time: I was happy that my friend had passed the exam, but I was sad that I might not be able to pass the exam. In the evening, my father gave me a surprise when he came back and told me that I passed the exam. After hearing the news, I still pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, but I couldn't suppress my inner joy and couldn't help laughing. I secretly thought: Although I passed the exam, I must study hard and train myself in the future. Therefore, I decided to go downstairs to exercise every night, and then study until 10 o'clock, trying to improve my grades as soon as possible. This exam is very important to me - after all, it is the first major exam in my life. Many scenes from the exam are still vivid in my mind and will be unforgettable for my whole life.
Ⅶ "Life is Everywhere is an Examination Room" Narrative Essay of 800 words
Some people say: Life is a teacher, but when I was a child, I didn't understand its meaning. When I grew up, my father said to me: "Everything in life is an examination room." I still had some doubts until that Friday afternoon - I had lunch, sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control in my hand, watching the TV Keep switching screens. Just as I was watching the TV series with great interest, my father opened the door and came in.
"Hey, why don't you go to school? It's already half past one." My father looked at his watch. I pointed at my feet, which were swollen like buns (an accident in gym class), and then my eyes focused on the TV again. My father was a little angry. He sat next to me and said, "Why don't you stop going to school for such a minor injury? Are you still watching TV at home? You are in sixth grade now... When I was in school, the pain was worse than yours. Too big..." I pouted, turned off the TV with a snap, and limped toward the bedroom. "Stop!" my father shouted, "go to school!" I looked at my father's firm eyes and felt extremely aggrieved. However, I know my father's stubborn temper, so I don't dare to argue with him anymore. I changed my clothes, carried my schoolbag, and walked to the stairs step by step with tears in my eyes. The shoes that used to be loose in the past seemed extremely narrow today, pinching my feet and causing pain. I looked back at my father standing at the door. He locked the door, picked up my schoolbag, and looked at me with encouraging eyes. How I wanted to lie on my father's broad back again, but... "Let's go, Dad's back hurts today and I can't carry you." My little thoughts were all seen through by my father. I gritted my teeth, grabbed the handrail, and walked hard step by step. Every step I took, my feet hurt like needles, and I almost shed tears. "Eleven, twelve..." My father patiently cheered for me. Finally finished, I breathed a long sigh of relief. My father slowly stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat and tears from my face. I turned my head away, unwilling to speak. The father said: "Actually, every time you walk, my heart aches. I know that pain is heartbreaking, but... you can't always spend your life on the back of your parents. There will be more ups and downs in the future." Face it yourself. If you can't overcome these steps, how will your life go?"
I nodded with some understanding. "When you step down these dozens of steps today, it's like you stepped up to a new level." I understood. My father wanted to say something again, so I took the lead: "Everywhere in life is an examination room!" My father smiled, and I Also laughed.
Ⅷ This is also the examination room~~~~The essay is 600 words, urgent!
Come, let us think together, come on, let us work together; come on, let us study together, come on, let us work hard together; come on, let us do everything well in life , every detail.
On the road of life, everything must be done as seriously as every exam you face, carefully, thoughtfully, thoughtfully, and strive to do everything very seriously without leaving any regrets. .
Come, let us think together, come on, let us work together; come on, let us study together, come on, let us work hard together; come on, let us do everything well in life , every detail.
Everything in life is a test room, but I have experienced many test rooms in my life. What I want to tell you today is my test with "Internet Addiction".
It was a rainy season. I went home, changed my clothes, turned on my computer, and started searching for any new information. But this time I did one more thing, which was to open a web page. I downloaded a game called "MapleStory", I clicked the blue button, Thunder came out, I thought about it and confirmed it, and started downloading.
Now, I have been sitting in the examination room with "Internet addiction".
It was so fast. It only took a pot of tea to install and download. I was thinking about "MapleStory ONLIE" and the game started. I immediately entered the game.
I started the exam with my "Internet addiction".
As soon as I entered the game, I was immediately attracted by the unique characters, handsome images, and beautiful backgrounds. So, I couldn’t wait to create the characters and performance, and started the game.
"Internet addiction" is slightly ahead in this exam.
I was even more fascinated after entering, but the exciting fighting scenes made me excited even more. In the game, I feel sad and sad when the character dies, but the character has to complete the task and get experience or items, and I will be happy along with the character.
In this exam, "Internet addiction" has already won.
I played for 4 hours and finally asked my parents to pull me off the Internet, but I was thinking about MapleStory. On Monday, during class, I couldn't listen, I just thought about MapleStory.
"Internet addiction" has almost killed me.
But the teacher talked to my parents, and the teacher also talked to me and told me many truths, but I said: "Teacher, I'm afraid..." "Child, you must persist. ! ”
Ah! I woke up, I stood up, just as I came quietly, now I have to go quietly, leaving no trace of dust, I finally won the exam.
Ⅸ A 600-word essay on the topic of "Examination Hall", at the second grade level! Tips: Examination rooms in classrooms, examination rooms in society. Please, it's urgent
For most people, exams are somewhat scary. It means burning the midnight oil before the exam. During the exam, you will have stomach cramps, sweat on your forehead, trembling legs, and rapid heartbeat. , difficulty breathing, will be anxious and anxious after the exam.
However, the tests that life throws at us are not all for entering a higher school, applying for a job, or being promoted, nor are we all required to sit in the examination room and write down our answers on the paper with a pen. It will not give us enough time to prepare, it will give us a paper at any time. If you choose appropriately, you may pass and meet the new test; if you make a mistake in judgment, you may miss the opportunity.
Being criticized is a test. You get to know yourself through mistakes. As long as you work hard and don’t make them again, you will pass the test. If you are discouraged and stop working hard, you can only fail. If you still If you don't correct it in time, you will be eliminated by society sooner or later.
If you suffer setbacks, it is because life has given you a test paper. Face setbacks, cheer up and start over? Or are you discouraged, unable to recover, and depressed from now on? You make your own choice, no one will interfere with you. The former can help you get rid of the shadow of setbacks and move towards a successful future, while the latter will make you gradually forgotten by others. If you don't help yourself, who else will help you?
If you are successful, you will get another test paper. In the face of honors, should you continue to work hard and strive for the next success, or should you hold your honor high, stop moving forward, and lie on the hot bed of success and reminisce about the moment of success? The former allows you to use this success as a starting point to move towards the next success; the latter will make you fall off your hotbed and be bruised and bruised. Whether you succeed or "go to the hospital" depends on you.
However, the Creator will always make every effort to save a person. Even if you "go to the hospital", He will still not give up on you. You will get another test paper. In the few opportunities you have, will you seize the opportunity and catch up, or will you choose to give up and watch success getting further and further away from you? Choosing the former will get you back on track quickly, while the latter will take you further and further away from it.
In fact, there is more to the examination room in life than just these. From birth to death, over two billion minutes and seconds, which moment is not a test? It’s just that this exam is too frequent, which makes many people ignore it, but ignoring it does not mean that it does not exist. On the contrary, this kind of exam is the most important. Only by drawing a real stroke in every second of the scale, you A life with a clear conscience. Of course, no one is a saint, and no one can make mistakes. It is not unforgivable to occasionally write a few wrong answers on the exam paper. But if you only write a few correct answers occasionally, then your life will be wasted - you have done nothing but waste food.
Life is an examination room everywhere. Only by holding on to your heart can you submit a satisfactory answer in life.