As soon as the sun went down, the rain and fog continued. The glittering and translucent water drops outside meet the sunshine. Looking up, the sunset covered the whole sky, and my thoughts were taken away by this stuffy city. And you, like snowflakes, drove away all the summer heat for me.
The sunshine is gentle and stretched lazily. In your class, my eyes are confused and at a loss, just like you said: your heart is already outside. The moment I met your eyes, I was suddenly surprised. By the time I realized it, I was already standing outside. Blank practice is the defense line to defeat my last thought. The floating air is still quiet and there is still no wave. After thinking for a moment, I decided to start from scratch.
After class, you took me aside. At this time, I have tried all the questions, and you actually said: Come to me at noon and make up the lessons for you alone. At that time, I was completely confused, and my heart was like a pool of melted ripples, like a blooming lotus. Your words swept away the uneasy dust in the air and successfully awakened the sleeping noon.
The knowledge points are put into the schoolbag one by one, and I slowly lift the pen and record what I have learned there. After several confusions and explorations, I was shocked to find the dawn. You also returned to the office because of fatigue, so I sat alone in the empty classroom. The color outside the window is deep and heavy. I don't know how long I've been sitting, but suddenly a beam of light shines on me, which seems to remind me of the fact that the middle school entrance examination is coming.
In future classes, I will never mention the senior high school entrance examination in every lecture, but I will never leave the senior high school entrance examination. "Never slack off" is your instruction to us. Your words, light or heavy, beat my heart, and the stream gurgled down the earthen trough in my heart. This sound has become a ladder under my feet, and it keeps sending me to the top floor, with no rush or slow flow.
From then on, I began to write essays every day. The article is long or short, and the event is wonderful or dull. You can always find the bright spot in my writing with your eyes, and the countless scarlet letters are your encouragement and affirmation. It is you who give me confidence again and again; You pulled me up from endless laziness; You let me surpass myself.
The hands of time are fast and steady. Now, the warm sunshine outside the window is scorching the earth, and I am writing a story between you and me in the examination room, recalling the warmth and touch you brought me. I want to shout to the world: "Meeting you is the happiest thing in my life." You let me surpass myself.
2. You let me surpass the ordinary junior high school composition of 800 words.
Someone once asked, "Who has great power in nature?" The answers are varied.
Some people say it is an elephant because it can uproot trees; Some people say it's whales. It can overturn an ocean-going ship. In my opinion, strong ants can lift 13 times their own weight. The reason is simple: other animals are thinking about how to surpass others, but ants surpass themselves.
In fact, we humans have been surpassing ourselves. Between peers, the life-and-death battle in shopping malls is a kind of transcendence; Between classmates, the struggle to learn from the sea is also a kind of transcendence. There are too many differences, and there is only one similarity, that is, we are all surpassing others.
Always set yourself a very close goal. Once you are lucky enough to surpass yourself, you will begin to be complacent and not make progress. I didn't know there were mountains outside the mountain. It wasn't long before the goal surpassed itself and began to catch up in a panic. This cycle, a vicious circle. Therefore, in our world, there are not many successes and many failures. Even if I fail, there are ways to comfort myself: looking back at those who are not as good as me, I will be infinitely satisfied. Maybe that's why I've been mediocre.
It was not until one day I read the story of ants that I suddenly realized that people should surpass themselves in life. Recalling the blindness and mediocrity of more than ten years, I don't regret it, because I am still young, and youth is hope. As long as my hopes are not dashed, I will seize every move and go all out to make my hopes come true.
Let everything start with surpassing yourself! Only by surpassing ourselves can we know how to measure the value of others. Only by surpassing ourselves can we understand how to accept everything except ourselves.
The past has become history. We put it in a bag and said "it was childhood" carefully and solemnly. Today and tomorrow are the real way to go, so we loudly announced that "this is the flower season!" " Cowardice is thrown to childhood, maturity to flower season, and a toast to the past with a smile. And all new things will start from a brilliant starting point-beyond yourself!
It is you who let me surpass my ordinary 800-word junior high school composition.
This is an extraordinary afternoon. The sun hung high in the sky, lifted its soft veil and gave off a demonic light. My heart has long been firmly controlled by the pleasure of going to the seaside.
When I came to the seaside and saw the strange and familiar sea, I couldn't help but feel excited. Wave after wave, rushing to the coast. Suddenly, I saw a big wave coming at me head-on, as if in high spirits, announcing my arrival with the sound of "rumbling" water. But another wave followed, seemingly insignificant, just a small splash, suddenly jumped up and slammed into the majestic waves, killing them on the beach.
The poor big wave seems to be familiar. The "Make a blockbuster without singing" spray hangs over my head like a shadow, which will be pressed down at any time and give me a fatal blow. I saw my own shadow on the big waves. At present, I have reached the peak of three subjects, but who knows, in a corner, is there a humble classmate in the class who is quietly trying to shoot me to death somewhere one day? Haven't you heard that "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the back waves kill the front waves on the beach"? If you want to be a front wave that will not be killed, you have to pay twice as much as others.
I firmly looked at the coming waves and secretly vowed: "I will never lose to you!" " "
From then on, whenever my interest in learning declined, the scene on the beach always came to my mind automatically. I can't be the second front wave! Five points ... four points ... three points ... one point ... zero point five points ... With the support of firm belief, I am getting closer and closer to full marks. I believe that one day, I can create my own miracle and become a standing wave.
It's you, the waves, that let me surpass myself.
You let me surpass the ordinary 800-word junior high school composition.
People always live for their beliefs. It is faith that makes the whole world flourish. It is faith that has created people's tomorrow and achieved today. The belief is: climb over that mountain.
Why do you want to climb that mountain? What does that mountain represent? Everyone is different. Maybe it is a stumbling block, maybe it is a small step, maybe it is a goal. Maybe people are more like caterpillars than the vast world, but they all have great dreams in their hearts. When you climbed that mountain, you proved yourself. Prove that the ingredients of this thing are always for others, not for yourself. But you actually give yourself more than others. Don't compare yourself with others. You are your own mirror. Only in this way can we have confidence, or the confidence to start over.
What will it be after that mountain? Blue sky, green water, vast fertile fields, shepherds with melodious songs, and girls with red plateau. The fresh and pleasant air is like heaven. What if there is another mountain? Maybe you are not strong enough, you need to absorb nutrients before climbing, or you are not brave enough. A mountain in front of you, in your subconscious, has become a mountain with overlapping peaks and obstacles. So the way to find yourself and courage is to climb that mountain.
Life will always meet people in high mountains, and only when you reach the peak of success at once will you stop. But in other words, what is success? This should be the reason why some people create great value and others create little value. Climb the peak constantly, as if success is so looming. Vaguely, but the value you create is much more than that created by a person who thinks he is successful. So those who are always on the road and know how to seize every minute will always surpass themselves.
Of course, over that mountain, you should pay attention to the direction. The right direction is half the battle. Maybe youth is your capital, and you feel that you have many wrong opportunities. But you are wrong. If you don't seize every minute, it will take a long time to climb that mountain.
Crossing that mountain means a new beginning and a happy ending. At least you have surpassed yourself in this mountain. Come on, caterpillar!
5. You let me surpass my usual 800-word junior high school composition.
"Free from dust, the bamboo fence hut is willing." "Zhong Fang got out of trouble alone and lived in a small garden." These ancient poems, I grew up under the leadership of my grandfather.
"Some things are not born." This is what my mother told me. I remember when I first entered primary school, I was still an ignorant little girl. From then on, grandpa took me to recite ancient poems, enjoy the book of songs and taste hundreds of surnames every day. Grandpa bought me many books, including poems, essays, geography and history. What impressed me so far is that he pressed the book in vernacular Chinese with one hand and pointed to the words in the book with the other hand to tell me the meaning of "bang". In a trance, five years passed quietly, and I have entered the fifth grade of primary school. What remains unchanged is the familiar words and those vicissitudes of hands, which immerse me in the ocean of poetry. In this way, day after day, year after year, I have made great progress in literature and let me know myself: a self who loves poetry and writing. Looking back, that ignorant young girl can't even read a text, but now she can make a name for herself in the composition competition.
Grandpa is over half a year old, but he doesn't want to enjoy an ordinary old age. Unlike other old people, he didn't relax after retirement, nor did he do nothing all day, but learned China's paintings and calligraphy from scratch. In his study, walls and bookcases, his works are plastered everywhere, and both the scenery and the characters are vividly portrayed. There are all kinds of running script, regular script and cursive script in calligraphy, and each painting has been repeatedly scrutinized, truly achieving the accuracy of "never too old to learn".
For me, grandpa is also a teacher, a teacher and a friend. He always sets an example. He always inspires me with his profound knowledge and optimistic attitude towards life. It is my grandfather who has constantly achieved himself, giving me an example and letting me constantly surpass my normal self on the road of growth.
6. You let me surpass my ordinary 800-word junior high school composition.
I used to flinch easily in the face of difficulties.
I met you by chance. You let me surpass myself.
_ _ _ _ _, as a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, you experienced a calm life in the first half of your life. Fate played a joke on you-after the Wutai Poetry Case, you must be very sad to be banished to a remote and desolate place and replaced by an ordinary person. But you face the hardships of life with a sunny and optimistic heart. When you were demoted to Lingnan, you also made an oath that "300 lychees a day will make you grow up to be a Lingnan person". This poem, the spirit of taking pains, taught me to be optimistic, positive and love life. Your sentence "Look back at the bleak place, rain or shine." It also deeply influenced me and made me understand how important it is to have a comfortable and open-minded attitude towards life and an open-minded mind.
Since then, you have become my idol. I admire not only your blockbuster literary talent, but also your optimistic and open-minded spirit in the face of life's trough and fate. Whenever I am depressed because of some setbacks in my life or study, your fate and your poems will loom in my mind and inspire me to move forward.
A math exam, because of lack of time, didn't finish the exam, the result is not ideal. I was scolded by my parents when I went back. At night, I cried while reviewing, and my eyes were swollen with tears. At this time, I saw your poem posted on the desktop that I usually copied. Yes, you are still optimistic in the face of setbacks in life. Did I get knocked down because I failed the exam? I'm a little reluctant to think about it. I didn't do well in this exam. It doesn't matter. I can still find several weaknesses through this exam. I just need to think about the reasons why I didn't do well in this exam and understand the problems I didn't do well in this exam. Can't I do it next time? Thought of here, my heart instantly happy a lot.
_ _ _ _ _, you made me understand that I have to get up again after failure, and you made me understand that I have to constantly overcome myself in order to break the cocoon into a butterfly and witness the glory of life!
7. You let me surpass my ordinary 800-word junior high school composition.
There is a racket, one yellow and one red, hanging on the bedroom wall. You can see it when you look up. If you look closely, you will find large and small scratches on the racket. I took it off and stroked the racket. I said to myself, "You let me surpass myself."
"The game is over, Ben won!" Hearing the verdict of the host, I suddenly felt desperate. The original fiery heart also became cold at this moment. This is a friendly match between classes. All the other classes won the first prize, but our class failed at the beginning.
When I came to the lounge, the coach scolded me: "How did you become the captain? Do you play this game so badly? Why did your teacher recommend you to join this team? " "This is a team competition, and other students also make mistakes. Why just say me? " I responded angrily. "You are the captain. If you can't manage yourself well, don't manage others! " The coach is still very determined. People who were originally oppressed on the field now have a heart thumped. "No, I'm not." Leaving a word behind, I turned and left the lounge.
When I got home, I just lay on the sofa and brushed my mobile phone to kill my anger. A piece of news caught my attention.
"___9 seconds 83 highlights the speed of China!" I was curious to click on the news and browse it. Seeing the video of _ _ _ struggling on the court and the interview of _ _, minutes passed, and my anger was reduced. After reading it, I sat up:
_ _ _ You can break through the age limit and surpass yourself, but you quarrel with the coach because of a game. What's the difference between me and the villain?
_ _ _ can surpass my normal self, can't I?
I suddenly stood up: "Yes, I can." I answered the voice in my heart. Immediately ran to the stadium, found the coach and sincerely apologized, asking the coach to allow me to return to the team. The coach didn't speak, just nodded and motioned for me to find the players.
My team members and I summed up the mistakes in the last game and made a new game plan. We played again, and this time I was more calm and confident than last time. Because this time I surpassed myself in the last game. Finally, we won.
After that, I often mentioned this experience to others. Someone smiled and said, "You have to remember such a common thing for so long." For more compositions, please search for the "Middle School Students' Essays" on WeChat official account. Yes, although things are normal, the impact on me is unusual. Great men are great not because they are born with great things, but because they constantly hone themselves from ordinary things, improve themselves and finally surpass themselves.
8. You let me surpass my ordinary 800-word junior high school composition.
The cold night is faint, and the rain and fog are lingering. Dark as ink, raindrops dancing and swaying. Suddenly, looking up, a dim light and shadow came into my eyes, deep in the sultry city streets. Like you, hold a lamp to drive away the summer heat for me all night.
The sunshine is gentle, and I stretch my waist lazily in the classroom. In your math class, my trance-like nerves have crossed the mountain. Suddenly, at the moment I met your eyes, I was suddenly surprised and my face was slightly hot. Your eyes, like kudzu vine, instantly hooked me as a deserter. I hurriedly looked down at several blank questions. As usual, I don't know where to start writing. At this time, footsteps came, as if Yang Shulin was banging on the sheepskin drum, and my heart was racing, which was about to burst my little heart. I tried to stop the topic I didn't catch up with, but you only stayed by my side for a while, and the floating air was still a little sweet and greasy, just like this safe afternoon, without causing any waves.
Before class in the afternoon, you came to my side again, still smiling kindly. "Come to me when you have time to study in the evening, and I will tell you something." At that moment, my heart seemed to melt into a pool of ripples, like a blooming cicada and rippling like mother-of-pearl. Seeing you pass by, it sweeps away the restless dust in the air and gives a touch of agility to the sleeping afternoon.
Holding a geometric figure in front of you, you slowly lift the pen, write lightly on the paper, the tip of the pen jumps, and the beautiful lines dance lightly like a waltz. Finally, I got rid of the maze of auxiliary thread weaving, and after several confusions and searches, I was surprised by the dawn.
Later, when I went to the teacher, your eyes suddenly lit up, and your brown and black eyes were filled with joy and affirmation. Sparse sunlight captured the narrow room, reflected colorful light, scattered on the criss-crossing graphics, and with the flowing handwriting, the light jumped on the whole paper.
Divide lips, speak, and decompose the vocabulary of dispatching people; Dot, connect and draw wonderful figures. Your words gently and heavily beat on my heart, and a drop of water trickled down the tile trough in my heart. All kinds of knocking and sliding sounds have formed a ladder that constantly surpasses me and sends me to a high place. I suddenly feel that every pore on my skin is enlarged one by one, sucking your teachings comfortably, greedily devouring every sound that will disappear into the air, and slowly entering the wonderful situation of "nothing in my heart is dust-free and more energetic".
After each explanation, you will say to me meaningfully: "To cultivate your interest in mathematics, of course, the quality of will is also very important. Don't slack off!"
Ribbons and broken shadows on ink paper stop and go on the road of growth. Thank you for lighting me up on the track, so that I can constantly surpass myself and gain full wisdom and happiness.
9. You let me surpass my ordinary 800-word junior high school composition.
I have always been a sensitive and self-abased girl since I was a child. Faced with many scenes of performance and self-expression, I will be nervous, which also leads to every time the teacher asks me to answer a question, I will prevaricate, knowing the answer in my heart, but not having the courage to say it.
until then ...
It was the autumn of 20XX, and the yellow leaves outside the window slowly fell with the breeze. The warm sunshine shines on me and reflects colorful light and shadow behind me. There are many bustling voices around me, and my heart is jumping like an uneasy frog. My friends are all concentrating on carrying the manuscript, but I am uneasy and worried.
The "32 1 Start" recording and broadcasting room heard the excited and loud speeches of friends, and felt unconsciously nervous, silently chanting: "What can I do?" Am I a failure when others speak so well? "Haven't had time to worry, the next one is me, the in the mind is more nervous.
I walked slowly to the camera. Facing the teachers' expectant expressions, I wanted to take the first step, but my "fear of facing" finally made me regain my confidence in returning. At the beginning of the video recording, my first faltering sentence was "Hello, everyone, the book I recommended is from …" The old question started again, and I timidly dodged. Because my nervousness delayed the recording time of other students, I ran out of the door, knocked on my head and whispered, "What's wrong with you?" Didn't we agree to take the first step this time? Great, not only did I get nothing, but also delayed the time of other students. You are so stupid! "
Seeing my embarrassment, the Chinese teacher smiled and said to me, "Don't be afraid, son, you can do it!" " "I looked up at the teacher and asked confidently," Teacher, can I really? "The teacher said," You can look at the teacher when you give a speech. No problem. "I walked slowly to the podium, and the teacher smiled and made a refueling action under the stage. I took a deep breath and got up the courage to say, "Hello, everyone, the topic of my speech today is ..." I was so nervous at first, but I watched it carefully when I saw that the teacher was still cheering.
I know I can't get up without the help of my teacher. I am very grateful to my teacher. You let me surpass my usual self and be myself bravely in front of the camera.
10. You let me surpass my ordinary 800-word junior high school composition.
A burst of orchid fragrance floated by, and the petals of violets opened bit by bit, and the fragrance came winding. I use sheep purple double pen to make cyan ink in the flowers, and your figure is full of charm in the cold gold paper.
I met you by chance. In the third grade of primary school, my teacher invited me to take part in a special competition, but what special skills do I have? While feeling disheartened, I sprouted the idea of learning a major. So, in the mid-spring of the year when the breeze blew, we met at the wooden table. On the wall and in the rice paper, your figure is tall and straight, which instantly attracted my attention. Under the guidance of my teacher, I began to practice the works of calligraphers of past dynasties: Ou Yangxun's Inscription of Liquan in Jiucheng Palace, Preface to Wang Xizhi's Lanting Collection and Official Slave Post. I prefer Wang Xizhi's writing, which is peaceful and natural, euphemistic and subtle, beautiful and beautiful. I admire it very much. There is always my figure in front of the wooden table. I write about you, reward you and imitate you. What a wonderful time I spent with you.
Later, I took part in a calligraphy competition and realized how humble and insignificant I was. I held my breath in the fragrance of spearmint and began to write against the wind. However, at that time, my technology was still immature, and every move made you weak. Like a shrinking turtle, I didn't want to show every stroke boldly, and my obvious failure surfaced. I am annoyed that the words on other people's rice paper are elegant and handsome, but my words are timid and refuse to stretch.
After returning home, I trained hard. Happiness shortens time, but pain lengthens years. In summer, after practicing for a long time, my sweaty arm stuck to the rice paper, but I didn't know it. With the melody of cicada, I began to write against the wind again and again. The sound of fallen leaves revealed the traces of the wind and hidden the Zen machine of autumn. I hold a pen, and your head is a swallow tail, and your hair is solid and empty, so you can easily escape. In winter, it snows, and I write about you harder and harder. ...
When cold comes and summer goes, time passes.
I took part in the competition again. This time, the unspeakable bitterness in my heart turned into unspeakable joy, and you and I seemed to have an aura. Blue ink ripples rippled gently on the paper. I easily dipped my hair, pointed to the truth, my palms were empty, my wrists were flat, my fingers were Qi Li, and I began to twist the pen. The swallowtail of the silkworm head is free and unrestrained, the horizontal painting is graceful and vigorous, and another vigorous vertical fold reveals my hard-pressed skill. Finally, write down the ink gently and collect the pen. That hook is like the wings of the soul of the word, a successful encounter between you and me!
I am elated, and you are elegant and free and easy in the exhibition of works in the school art festival! I go forward bravely, and I don't want to be reminded by you when I give up halfway! I am proud that you graced me at a critical moment in the selection of excellent homework!
You are like my shadow, with me. Reward you, I am happy; Reading you, my heart is surging; Write about you, I am full of confidence! It's you-calligraphy, which makes me surpass my usual self.