Chu Cai Cup Award-winning essay model essay 1
As soon as the cuckoo crows, it wakes up in spring.
The first thing to wake up is not peaches and apricots, but cherry blossoms.
After a misty rain, the plum blossoms went out and the cherry blossoms seemed to slip out of their sleep. Swallows haven't come back, green willows haven't had time to blow, and there are no leaves to accompany them. These petals dress up the spring, hold up the white hearts of trees and sing softly on the branches. They only care about the dress in spring.
Maybe it's too early. Shyness is inevitable. A breeze blows, cherry blossoms fall in profusion, and the shadows of flowers in the sunset fly all over the sky, like a girl's dancing skirt, more like spring throwing pages of poems into the wind.
This is the cherry blossom written by the writer Nanfeng. She wrote nineteen cherry blossoms of my grandfather. When I was ten years old, I painted an oil painting "Flower Flood" and participated in the children's art competition in the city. Aunt Nanfeng is the judge of the competition. The cherry blossoms in the painting made her heart beat, and she couldn't help it. She wrote a long and beautiful compliment on the back of my drawing paper.
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Grandpa's cherry blossoms are really commendable. These cherry blossoms are not planted outside my window, but on the back slope of LAM Raymond Mountain House. ? LAM Raymond Mountain Residence? This is the name of a community. Seventeen years ago, grandpa came here as the first residents. The back slope is called Maple Leaf Mountain, but there is no maple forest at all. Except for a few rickety camphor trees, the ground is covered with grass.
That year, grandpa volunteered to plant these cherry trees on the back slope of the community. Year after year, cherry blossoms bloom, and so do I. LAM Raymond Mountain Residence? It has also grown several times, and the house has expanded from point to surface, much faster than vegetation.
Grandma always said, I am grandpa's twentieth granddaughter, and the first nineteen are cherry trees. This is not all a joke. Grandpa really keeps nineteen cherry trees as his own children. It seems that grandpa loves them more than I do.
Grandma told me that when cherry trees were saplings, grandpa made windproof brackets for them and set up a shelter before the storm came. He forgets to have breakfast every day and waters them before the sun warms up. He also collected dead leaves and burned them to make flower fertilizer. How much water each tree drinks and how much fertilizer is applied is very particular.
Grandma joked that grandpa devoted all his efforts except not buying clothes and shoes for these trees.
These cherry blossoms are also worth grandpa's painstaking efforts. In early spring, although there were only 19 cherry blossoms, it overshadowed the beauty of a garden, such as the layers of snow piled up on the ground in spring. White and pure stamens bloom alone in the spring soil, which is the heart of spring and also like the eyes of a baby.
In early spring, there is still a chill. People come and go on the back slope of Linfeng Mountain, and tourists come to see grandpa's cherry blossoms. As long as he doesn't break the branches and hurt his cherry tree, he will let people watch it for free. Whenever tourists come, he sits in his favorite rocking chair and drinks green tea before the rain, waiting for a beautiful afternoon.
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My first impression of cherry trees came from cherry cake, which was invented by my grandmother. Whenever cherry blossoms are about to bloom, she will prepare yam powder and bean jelly, then collect half a pot of fallen cherry petals, mix them well, and then steam them in a steamer, and the cherry cake will be fine. A pink cherry blossom cake, a cherry blossom hidden in a translucent cake, a bit like Japanese tea. Bite it down, the sweet floral fragrance fluctuates back and forth between the lips and teeth, as if biting the breath of spring.
Grandma and I don't care about those cherry trees. We are only interested in cherry cakes. Grandpa is reluctant to eat cherry blossom cake. Maybe he thinks biting cherry blossom petals is extremely cruel, as if he had killed his own child.
Whenever cherry blossoms wither, grandpa will dig a pit, gently pick up the petals of cherry blossoms one by one, put them in the pit, and then cover them with soil. Grandma teased Grandpa that others only buried the flowers because of Lin Daiyu's sentimentality. What kind of flowers would you bury for an old man? Grandpa immediately put a straight face: Bury what? ! I want to take them home. Maybe they will grow again next spring. Grandma and I couldn't help laughing. Grandpa continued to send flowers to his family.
One day at sunset, grandpa looked at me and said, Jingjing, please draw these nineteen cherry blossoms again. ? Grandpa looked at the cherry blossoms.
? Huh? I've painted it a million times. Why should I draw it? Since I was six years old, I have gone to the Children's Palace to learn painting. These cherry blossoms have been my models for five years.
? You drew it when 14 or 15 years old. I'm 17 years old now. Unlike last year, they are growing every year. ? Grandpa looked at the building opposite. Today, LAM Raymond Mountain Residence has developed to the seventh stage, and the building is built around the back slope.
Grandpa sighed at the sun in the west and said that one day, these cherry trees will never see the sun again. ?
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At the end of autumn, what grandpa was worried about finally came. The developer found grandpa and asked him to move these cherry trees within a time limit, because this is not grandpa's property right. Grandpa flew into a rage and jumped up.
? How could you do that? This is a public place, and these cherry trees are still available for tourists to watch. ?
? Sorry, this place is not your property right. If they are not removed within the time limit, we will shovel them off, but we will compensate you. ? Developers use a strange look, as if looking at a tree that will never be blown down by the wind.
Grandpa just ran around, looking for the environmental protection bureau, looking for the park, looking for a law firm? Seeing that it is about to expire, grandpa is busier, his face is like dead leaves in autumn, and his bone prints are all exposed.
In winter, snow covers the cherry blossoms. One day, grandpa accidentally fell down while shopping and couldn't move on the ground at all. The result of the examination was a broken left leg, and the doctor also said that Grandpa needed bronchial treatment. This will be a long time.
The night was covered with a layer of lonely sadness, with no sound or shadow.
? Grandpa, how are you feeling? I asked at grandpa's bedside.
Grandpa didn't answer my question, but asked what happened to the cherry tree. Did I draw it? I took out the oil painting "Flowers Overflow" and swallowed the enthusiasm in my eyes. Wet light appeared in grandpa's eyes.
? Be sure to take good care of the cherry blossoms. I will invite doctors, nurses and friends to see those cherry trees. ? Grandpa smiled and said, I smiled, too.
Grandpa was hospitalized for a week, and the nineteen cherry trees were thrown into the recycling station in the community. The cherry trees there 17 years old are skinny. Spring has come, but there is no bloom.
This cherry blossom of 17 years is branded on my painting, and it blooms with wealth and will never be defeated. They must also bloom in grandpa's heart.
Chu Cai Cup Award-winning Composition Model essay II
As 00, we have a sensitive heart. The indifferent appearance is just to cover up the inner waves and sadness.
On the way to school, I am alone, and the towering wall is on my right. I picked up a stone and drew a white line jumping blindly on the taupe wall as I walked. My schoolbag took pains to put the label of brand-name jeans on my ass. After school, I am still alone. The taupe fence stood on my left, and the white line began to jump day after day.
There is not a tree near the fence, and few birds are singing. Only the same taupe road accompanies it. The narrow space leaves you no room for free imagination. I am just one of the trapped points, a trivial point.
I stopped to write with pebbles? Happiness? Two words, scrawled on the wall, jumpers panicked and fled everywhere. Gradually,? Happiness? I can't see those two words, painting and painting, my tears? Bababa? Smashed on the concrete pavement and shattered, leaving only a dark memory.
? Happiness? This word just popped into my ear last year, and my mother said it to me.
? Sandy, mom will bring you happiness. ? My mother held me tightly in her arms, and the familiar faint soap sachet surrounded me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I prefer to smell this warm and clean smell, and then I open my eyes and ask my mother strangely: Mom, I am very happy! What happiness do you want to bring?
I don't know what mom said. Happiness? I only know that my classmates are envious of me, and their envious eyes are green. Mom and dad have smart minds. Although only ordinary working class, the family lives a carefree life. With my fashionable clothes and smart mind, people call me little princess. On my birthday, I can treat the hotel guests smartly; Needless to say, there is plenty of pocket money. As long as it is popular outside, I will definitely pick it up the next day.
My mother didn't answer me and continued to hold me tightly. My shoulders began to stir slowly, and a warm current soaked my neck. I hugged my mother backhand: mom, mom, what's the matter? Mom never answers me. After a while, my mother looked up, her eyes were red and her nose was red. She forced a smile and said, It's all right, Sandy. You will be happier. ? I nodded hard. I trust my mother.
I misunderstood what my mother said. I thought that from now on, my mother would love me more. Until that day comes.
That day, the sky was gray and cold. My mother was wearing a red windbreaker, and my father stood in the living room looking at me with a big box. I was shocked. What are mom and dad going to do? Business trip? No, what's that? After a long time, my father said, Sandy, my parents have gone to Beijing to work hard. You and grandma stay in Wuhan. Don't worry, dad will make a lot of money and make you happy. ?
Mother's face looked paler under the red windbreaker, and tears swirled in her eyes. She choked for a long time, and her lips trembled and said, Sandy, be good. Mom will buy more beautiful clothes from you to make you happy. ?
Tears streaming down my face, I hugged their suitcases and shouted: No, no.
Dad whispered:? Let's go He broke my hand and left without looking back, leaving me crying behind.
My tears were blown away by the wind, and I was tired of crying, so I lost my voice and went back with my grandmother. That night, I had countless nightmares, and then I realized why I seldom had nightmares before, because I had my parents.
As the days go by, I come and go under this towering gray wall every day, and the kite of my happy childhood is lost from my hand, leaving only loneliness. Actually, my parents don't understand me either. I like beautiful clothes, but I care more about mother's warm eyes. I like the food in the restaurant, but I am more concerned about my father's busyness in the kitchen. I like the games on the playground, but I care more about the happy smiles of my parents and me at that moment?
I sighed, dropped the pebbles in my hand, and continued to walk on this depressing and monotonous road, leaving a mess? Happiness? .
Chu Cai Cup Award-winning Composition Model essay 3
? Teacher, I was wrong. I want to be an honest official when I become an official. I will never be greedy for petty advantages again. My sad cry came from the office. Do you want to know why?
Well, it's embarrassing to say!
In the third grade, I was taught by a teacher? Dating? As a monitor, I was modest at first, but what happened later?
Wang Bo has poor study habits and goes to class every day? On pins and needles? , has been on the blackboard? On the list? .
On this day, he quietly threw a paper plane while Mr. Zhang was writing on the blackboard in English class. Oh, my God, the plane almost flew over Teacher Zhang! Will Wang Bo pay the price this time? Bad luck? Yes!
Sure enough, Wang Bo was arrested after class? Please. Walk into the teacher's office. Through the window, Wang Bo bowed his head like a captured prisoner? Private? . I secretly laughed: you are not so honest at ordinary times!
Soon, Mr. Wang, the head teacher, came to see me: You can help Wang Bo better by sitting next to him. ?
Huh? I don't want to sit with this naughty guy. But the military orders are like mountains? How dare I? Resist? And then what?
Is it? Repair? Wang Bo was honest for a few days, but? It won't be long? He talked to Cao Yu again in class. I turned around and wrote Wang Bo's name on the blackboard.
? Please don't remember my name, ok?
? I gave you two chances, but only three. ? My attitude is very firm.
? Don't remember my name, or my father will hit me again when he comes home! ?
? No, absolutely not! ?
? If you don't remember my name, I'll give you a set of brushes! ?
What? Did I hear you right? Brush cover is my dream!
? Agreed! ? A voice shouted in my heart.
? No way! ? Another voice said:? No mistakes! ? But the voice is very weak.
? Deal! ? I finally agreed to Wang Bo's request.
On this day, Wang Bo's name is not on the blackboard. Wang Bo didn't break his word. A few days later, he gave me a big box of antique brushes.
From then on, I began to turn a blind eye to this undisciplined deskmate. In class? Pepper? Call me unfair. Once we quarreled. Teacher Wang only gave me a meaningful look when he heard this.
Is it time for me to be on duty again? Now I'm practicing my handwriting seriously, and I can't even speak! ? Assigning tasks during self-study in the afternoon? Pepper? It's moving. Do you want me to turn around and play it? Pepper? Our names are written on the blackboard.
? I'm just cleaning my schoolbag. Why do you remember the name pepper? Yelling at me.
? What? I didn't hear you clearly. ? I pretended not to understand.
? Did you pretend not to hear? Wang Bo has been moving. I can see clearly in the back. You are unfair! Before she finished, I ran away guiltily.
? Really, when an official saw that I ignored her, she whispered again.
? What? I turned my head and shouted, then you are not even a junior official in the class! ?
? Are you pepper? I have tears in my eyes. Suddenly, she whimpered and rushed to the office. It's over. Pepper? I really went to complain! This time, I was invited to Miss Wang's office.
? Sisi, what a surprise! Teacher Wang said while making coffee.
? You treat your classmates like this, don't you Teacher Wang picked up the teacup and took a sip of coffee.
? No, I was wrong! ? I still keep my mouth shut.
? Is it? What about Wang Bo?
Teacher Wang should know something, and I am speechless.
? Sisi, your parents are both prison policemen. You must have heard the stories of those corrupt officials, right? The monitor is not an official, but the reason is the same. How did you get lost in the face of temptation?
I'm so ashamed that my tears are dripping. I really feel that I am wrong, and secretly swear in my heart: I am not greedy for petty gain! I want to be a clean monitor!
That day, I solemnly returned the brush to Wang Bo. I am an honest official! ? I said loudly.
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