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# Answer, full mark in senior high school entrance examination, composition 1#
In my dream, I have been looking for a place to lead my thoughts. When I woke up, I kept looking for your secluded shadow in the landscape.
I still remember the blue satin embroidered with a white cloud, the breeze blowing Yan Yu and the poplar stretching its branches. The Woods are mottled with light and shadow, and the smoke waves are hazy and fragrant beside the reeds. Far away, I don't know how many years have passed in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Our family moved to the city because of studying. When you switch directions in your memory, when you gradually become clear in your memory, I realize that I have become an exile guarding my thoughts, an old man wandering in a different place.
I am eager for you to give me an answer and let me relive the comfort of having you.
Naive laughter hovered over my head, and my old face was already blurred. The voice of my mother calling me home echoed under the stars and the moon. I hid in the haystack, and the wind and laughter danced in the venue ... so these are the green plants I am looking for answers.
Perhaps, what I can't forget most is the seeds of dreams buried in my hometown when I was a child. I wonder if they germinate quietly. The passage of time and the growth of annual rings sometimes change the direction of dreams. But it has always been in my heart, guiding me to send my thoughts to that homeland. How much I want to go back to my hometown and tell you that I won't leave my dream behind, but I wonder if you can still understand my "heart-to-heart" after the death of my local accent.
Midnight, flowers bloom under perilla's pen, and the moonlight is beautiful. Sometimes it is covered by clear clouds, and sometimes it is bright. Bit by bit, round and lacking, are all familiar moon shadows in my hometown in my dream. It seems to be a life-long philosophical thinking: life is composed of a full moon and a solitary light, so there is no need to be too sad or dwell on regrets. In this way, the best answer was ignited. I planted my hometown in my heart, worked hard to pursue my dream, and learned a song "This Peace of Mind is My Hometown" to make my hometown safe in broadmindedness.
Safe and sound, you are in your heart.
# Answer, Full Score in Mid-term Examination, Composition 2#
After the long winter, the pear blossom finally in late spring. Clusters of flowers on the branches show smiling faces, and pear blossoms penetrate the nobility and whiteness of a tree, reflecting the red characters of "Welcome medical staff to go home" in the railway station. Reminds me of the fruitless question a few days ago, and she gives the answer with action. ...
"Do you have to go?" I looked up and asked my mother, but she didn't answer me. She just looked out of the window with wandering eyes-the branches of pear flowers were bare, and occasionally a few small buds rustled out from her head, and Nuo Nuo was the only one collecting them.
"Do you have to go?" I repeated anxiously, holding my mother's hand tightly in some confusion. Mother's eyes withdrew from the staggered branches, her hands froze and she withdrew from my head. She didn't want to tell me the answer directly, but stubbornly said, "I can't lose this battle."
I left my mother angrily, and my mind was in chaos: how could there be such a mother ... I don't know when there was a handbook on my desk, and the pages were old and yellow, all telling me its sense of the times. The corner of that page is broken, and there are several big characters written on the title page: all beings, who can not love, love to the extreme, and then love the group. When my grandmother gave her mother this booklet, she was still the mother of a teenager. What kind of feelings should she have like me?
That day, I went to the railway station to see my mother off, and the pear trees on the side quietly grew new buds, which were in bud. I didn't ask my mother, but muttered, "Do I have to go?" The train has slowly left, and I have the answer in my heart. It is the firm determination of a medical staff, and every pen says: Affirmation!
A refreshing fragrance of flowers came into my heart and woke me up at once. "Welcome the medical staff home" flashed in front of my eyes again. I dreamed of the poem "Pear blossoms all over the place" and recited Ai Qing's poem. "A sailor said that the most pleasant thing for him was the noise from the moment he threw the chain ..."
I looked at my mother under the pear blossom, with a faint smile beside the faint scar on her face. With the faint fragrance of flowers, my mother gave me a naughty wink: the battle has been won by half.
My mother didn't fill in the answer for me, just a little. Clusters of pear flowers pieced together the answer in my heart instead of her, and I walked on the road to get the answer, looking back leisurely. The answer was already in my heart, on the path full of pear flowers.
# Answer, Full Score in Mid-term Examination, Composition 3#
Why! Who can give me an answer! Why is calligraphy so difficult? "I looked at the ugly calligraphy work written in front of me, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I crumpled it up and tore it into pieces. Then I collapsed in a chair with a worried face. When I was in kindergarten, my mother, like other parents, signed me up for a calligraphy class with a promising attitude. In order to give me a skill and cultivate my hobbies when I grow up, I embarked on the seemingly simple road of calligraphy.
My teacher is an experienced old teacher. He taught me from the posture of holding a pen, from one stroke to another, and taught me by persuasion. I passed the primary stage of learning calligraphy, but after three or four years of learning, the level of calligraphy has been fixed at a level, and it is difficult to make greater progress. To this end, I am very distressed, and I have never found the answer that bothers me.
Finally, I thought of those two words that make countless people timid-giving up. Can I stay late now, and maybe I will develop on another road that suits me? With this question, I got up the courage to come to the teacher.
Facing the teacher, I spoke frankly about my present predicament and my cowardly thoughts. The teacher turned his back on me from beginning to end and listened to my complaints patiently. He suddenly burst out laughing in a clear voice, then turned around and grabbed my shoulder: "You disappoint me so much! Learning calligraphy itself is a long process. Do you think you can easily succeed without hard work and become a great calligrapher, Rainbow and Xi Zhi? " Suddenly, a tree came out from the depths of his pupil, generate, which contained his expectation and hope for me. The teacher stared at me closely: "although I can't tell you an answer, I want to give you a word-some roads can only be walked by one person and require great perseverance." Son, you still have a long way to go. Find the answer yourself! Don't give up! "
At home, the teacher's forceful words have been echoing in my ears. I carefully pondered the teacher's words and finally realized the answer that has puzzled me for a long time: the most important thing in learning calligraphy is to have a perseverance that never gives up. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it. With persistent efforts, everything will succeed. Be sure to endure loneliness and don't let yourself down! I suddenly seem to have parted the dark clouds, and when I saw the sunny day, my problems in my heart were relieved.
I went back to the calligraphy desk, looked at the teacher's flowing brushwork, and picked up the pen again. The brush in your hand seems much lighter than before. I dipped my brush in ink and splashed it on rice paper. ...
# Answer, Full Score in Mid-term Examination, Composition 4#
The' answer' is no stranger to us. On the test paper, we think about the answers and fill in the answers. In daily life, I also pursue my own answers.
In life, we may envy other people's answers, but these answers are not ours and are not suitable for us. Among the many answers in life, you need to choose the one that belongs to you. Only in this way can people live a more colorful life.
Helen Keller's answer is the same as her life, which is quite different from ours. When she was a child, she couldn't see or hear because she was sick, but she didn't give up on herself. Through her own efforts, she became an excellent person, wrote an answer of her own and struggled forward.
Although Beethoven began to lose his hearing at the age of 27, he still wrote songs and played the piano, so that his life was not troubled by illness and his answers were more fulfilling and monotonous. This answer belongs to him and not everyone can understand it.
Thinking of this, I can't help asking myself, since everyone has his own answer, what is my answer?
When I was a child, I always wanted to change my life with others, and I always wanted to change my identity with others, until one day I found that no matter how I imitated it, I could only write the answers of others on myself, and the answers of others were never mine.
What's my answer? At different ages, we have different ideas and different answers.
In the first grade, perhaps the answer is to learn the contents of the school well, do your homework well, be praised by the teacher and play every day. By the third day, I paid more attention to the results of each exam and participated in various cram schools. The answer is that I hope my grades will be better. In the sixth grade, the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. The answer is that I hope to do better in the graduation exam, better in the entrance exam and get into a good school. ...
The answer, I am still quietly looking for, others can live out other people's wonderful answers, so can we, and our answers can be meaningful or not monotonous. The road of life is long and there are many answers. On the long road in the future, I will still hold the heart of exploration and find my own answer.
# Answer, Full Score in Mid-term Examination, Composition 5#
A piece of paper is pale, spinning in the wind and dancing in the light. Trying to find only one answer.
She was born in the countryside, and her parents abandoned her because she had an extra finger. In that superstitious age, six fingers were a symbol of bad luck. When she was born, she caused quite a stir in the whole village. Her grandmother almost fainted when she saw her six fingers, and her father slammed the door with anger. She grew up with her grandmother, but even her grandmother snorted in disgust when she saw her six fingers.
So she always hides her six fingers so that grandma won't dislike her. In her spare time, she is also thinking: people often say that all men are created equal, but why am I rejected because I have one more finger? People also say that harvest is directly proportional to pay, and no matter what I do, I am inferior. She struggled to find the answer, but she was pathetic. The blank answer is still blank, and successive questions only increase. One noon, the scenery was beautiful, and birds were singing cheerful songs in the tree. The new teacher, dressed in a bright suit, stood on the platform and introduced herself. The teacher is a foreign teacher, speaking Chinese in a cadence, which soon caused laughter in the class. Even she swept away and spoke.
In class, the teacher asked her to answer questions. She was so happy because the teacher only called her once in the whole class. The teacher is also pleased, because after so many years, her tenacity remains unchanged. Eight years ago, she was only five. A young foreign teacher came to a small mountain village. He witnessed her being bullied by a group of peers, and kept cursing: "Dirty six fingers, disgusting six fingers ..." He ran to help her drive away the children and reached out to help her get up, but she ignored it and patted the dust on her body alone. It's just those eyes that shocked her. How can such a small girl have such firm eyes? When you grow up, you say to him, "If you just obey blindly and don't know how to resist, you will never change the status quo." He thought she would promise again and again, but the next answer was even more shocking: "So, the premise of resistance is to have strength first!" The young teacher turned his head and thought about the girl over and over again.
Eight years later, when his job was transferred, he was able to see her again. To his relief, the innocence and perseverance in her eyes still exist. With the help of the teacher, she continued to study hard. A few years later, she went abroad with her teacher, and the disgusting six-fingered girl in the small village became the darling of angels. A few years later, she returned to her hometown, and everything was desolate. She suddenly understood the answer: God gave you a blank sheet of paper, and the author happened to be yourself. If you paint hard, it will be a beautiful picture; If you persist in writing, you will be blank and regret for life.
A piece of paper is perfect, flying in the landscape and singing in the landscape. Look forward to it, don't worry, you will grow.
# Answer, Full Score in Mid-term Examination, Composition 6#
I still remember when I was very young, our primary school was very close to home. On the way to school, we used to buy a dollar of fried dough sticks when we passed by and go to school while eating. At that time, some elders always thought it was a good behavior, at least we could eat and laugh with our classmates, which was very meaningful. I don't know why, but in retrospect, I always feel that the memories at that time have turned into a blank, including those things that were impressive before, and they are slowly lost in the long river of time. Just like many times, the feelings I remember gradually fade away.
Including ourselves, don't understand. At that time, the cover and tape were all different kinds of shelters given by others, trying to give you a shelter from the wind and give you a shelter in your arms. Free you from wandering, let you not be disturbed by the secular, do not have to experience the suffering of this world, do not have to worry about these trivial things.
That's what you once thought, and it's also the happy hug you experienced, but people will grow up one day, when you really grow up, when you walk through the door of adults lightly, when you become an adult who whitewashes everything, but you will know that the lies told by others at those times have their own purposes.
In the past, you always thought that many things could be solved easily, but later you found that real life was not what you imagined. At that time, you didn't understand, just because you didn't stand in such a situation, experienced such a storm, and took such a risk, so it was easy to stand and talk. Growing up is a very cruel and painful experience. When you really walk to the edge of the cliff, you will find that all those questions have a perfect answer, and that answer is in your mind.
In fact, in our life, it is a journey of constantly looking for answers. Some people find that they can continue to live safely, while others can't, so this persistence has taken root in their hearts.
# Answer, Full Score in Mid-term Examination, Composition 7#
On the steep slope of Mount Everest, ice and snow covered the body. The owners of those institutions used to be active, enterprising and determined. They fight with their lives, trying to prove the strength of human beings and challenge their limits. Unfortunately, they didn't succeed.
Although it is a pity, the reality is that not all efforts will be rewarded, not all efforts will be rewarded, and not all efforts will be rewarded. Is experiencing pain. Doesn't mean it will be better in the future, maybe it will always be worse, and you are the most unlucky one.
In that case, why work hard? Sweating and fighting?
The standard answer may be simple. If you don't work hard, you won't have any hope. My answer is to find the answer. Just like those extreme sports enthusiasts who have sacrificed, even if they fail to achieve their goals in the end, their questions have already been answered. We don't know their deepest questions, and the answer is unknown. Because we are still far from the first step.
For the answer, I want the answer. This obsession supports the teenagers and goes forward bravely.
I'm also waiting in line for an answer.
I still remember when I first came into contact with volleyball, the coach asked everyone why they chose volleyball. The answer I gave then was, I don't know. Three or two friends wanted to take an interest class together, so they signed up. I don't know the most basic skills and the simplest rules of volleyball. I even thought that volleyball, like the game on TV, was a spike.
In the past few years, the child who has lost a tooth has gone to middle school. How many difficulties, big and small, did you overcome along the way? But if I have to answer the original question again, I can only answer: I like the pleasure of sweating like rain, the pride of successfully handling difficult balls, and the security of fighting alongside my teammates. I hope that I can be as domineering as Hill and Larson on the volleyball court, and I hope that more people can get to know a different me through volleyball.
This is a sincere answer, but it is not the most fundamental answer. I think I am firm, it is not the voice in my heart.
What is the final answer? I'm still looking and fighting. Still trying to find it.
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