Books are the golden key to open the door to human wisdom; books are the ladder of human progress; books are good medicine when people fail and are depressed. Indeed, books have benefited me a lot. The following is an excerpt of a 500-word high school essay that I compiled. Everyone is welcome to study and refer to it.
Chapter 1: Can’t live without you
Books are the golden key to open the door to human wisdom; books are the ladder of human progress; books are good medicine when people fail and are depressed. Indeed, books make I have benefited a lot.
On this day, I opened my hazy sleepy eyes and watched the raindrops dance happily on the window, listened to the angry roar of Father Lei, and felt the terrifying eyes of Grandma Electric, which seemed to convey with an unfathomable message.
I was suddenly shocked: I have to go to school to get my transcript today. When I came to school, I was holding a piece of white paper in my trembling hands. I couldn't help but feel shocked. I didn't do well in the exam. I returned home disappointed and was interrogated by three courts. In recent days, I have been crying. I thought: It’s all the fault of the exam! I came to the study room and was suddenly attracted by a book: How Steel is Tempered. Opening the book and reading it, I suddenly realized: How can I get the fragrance of plum blossoms without going through a bone-chilling cold? Thinking about it, I am full of confidence and will meet future challenges with full enthusiasm. Sure enough, hard work paid off and I was at the top of the class with excellent results. I was overjoyed.
In my childhood, although I was happy, it was inevitably a bit bitter at times. Some things can't help but leave a shadow in my heart. This once again threw me into confusion. Similarly, by accident, I read the book Gorky's Childhood. His childhood was so miserable. In his childhood, there were only beatings and scoldings without warmth, but he was able to survive such adversity. , which has made a lot of achievements, it is simply touching! I began to reflect: What are the difficulties I encountered? I should be optimistic and as strong as a rock. I trained myself amidst uncertain factors. Since then, my mental outlook has taken on a new look: I have become confident in life, I am happy every day, and a bright smile often appears on my face.
Chapter 2: Boiled water
It’s so transparent that it makes people forget, it’s so clear that it makes people ignore it, and it’s tasteless that makes people feel heartbroken.
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Only after experiencing some things do you know what is right and what is wrong, what should be done and what should not be done, what is worthy and what is not worthy. Whenever I see others walking the same path as me, I often can't help but meddle in their own business, but what I get in return is: What do you know, you are not me. Yes! I'm not you, but you're not me either. How do you know that I don't understand.
In fact, those who seem to be fine on the surface are more miserable, because they dare not reveal their emotions too much. It’s not that they don’t want to cry, it’s just that they don’t want to make the people who cherish them uncomfortable. You don't know how much they long for someone to come up to them, bend down, touch their hair, give them a hug, and say softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ?But no one said this sentence, this slight concern, even I forgot about it.
Some things may not succeed even if you work hard, but you will definitely not succeed if you don’t work hard. Some words may be nonsense, but if you say them, you won't regret it. Some people don't have to be her, but she is the only one. I remember that I used to ask others what happiness is, and others also asked me. I can't always explain it, but I recently saw a very interesting and heart-warming sentence. What is happiness? Happiness is when dogs eat meat, cats eat fish, and Ultraman fights little monsters. For me, happiness is very simple, as simple as a glass of boiled water. I used to be sad for someone’s departure or the failure of something, but not anymore, because at least I still have someone worth missing. Someone worth crying for. At least I did it and I don't regret it.
I just want a glass of boiled water, because it is transparent, because it is clear, because it is tasteless.
Will you give me a glass of boiled water?
Chapter 3: Youth raises the sail of dreams
The moon sets and the stars sink, and day replaces night. The morning sun showed circles of blush at the end of the sky, accompanied by the clear sound of the alarm clock, and the lazy breeze gently brushed my face through the window. I slowly opened my eyes, sat up suddenly, and then I really realized that I, a girl who is about to turn 15, will soon become a high school student preparing for the college entrance examination. And all this seems so incredible to me!
It seems that the life and memories of the three years of junior high school are too familiar and too profound for me. We cried together, went crazy, and made trouble together. There were joys, sorrows, unforgettable friendships, and the shyness of adolescence. It seems that "Going to junior high school to study with classmates" is such an unshakable theorem that it has even penetrated into the bone marrow. Even during military training, I never thought that one day I would leave the familiar environment and go to a strange place to start my new study life, or that I was running away from something. But now, the reality is so nakedly in front of me, and I feel inexplicable panic.
Suddenly, I realized that I could no longer avoid things on the grounds that I had a lot of youth.
Youth is actually very short, so short that it is fleeting. I must use my short youth to pave a bright road for my future and set sail to chase my dreams. As someone said: A person who has never left footprints on the road with his own feet will not find a road that truly belongs to him. Really, there is no such thing as invincibility. In the face of time and distance, they were defeated early on and fled. I don’t want my future self to regret for my current inaction.
Trying to accept a new environment, new classmates, new teachers, and even a new self is also a kind of growth and training. The trees on the way to school are dazzlingly green, the sky is deep blue, and I am thinking: High school, I'm coming!
Chapter 4: Endless fallen leaves
Without a nap, in In the cloudy weather, accompanied by the late autumn and early winter north wind, I walked around the small Yancheng. There were few people on the streets. The store employees yawned repeatedly and lazily arrived at the park, stepping on the paved roads. The golden carpet, while it is thick and dense enough, and the wind is not anxious enough, I stroll here to my heart's content, opening the past diaries in my mind, and the right atmosphere outlines the memories of autumn.
I think about the girl I liked for a long time in high school, and then in my senior year I met a girl who was even fatter than me when I look at it from the other side. I think about the first time we had a fight and it was just a verbal argument. I think about my teacher in high school who was annoyed by his classmates. If I can't do it or it makes me very angry, I think of the teacher I fought with. I wanted him to die badly at that time. Now I feel relieved. I remember more of my good friends, good buddies, and a few good girls with whom I have a good relationship. , we have done a lot of crazy things, and we may never do them again in this life.
I really didn’t want to say goodbye, so I didn’t see anyone leaving during the holiday. I also said goodbye alone. It felt like a failed confession of a crush, bitter and embarrassing. I couldn’t stand it. I am willing to remember you and you are willing to deceive. Don't tell me that I have lost you. Even if it's autumn, as long as you don't tell the big tree that it's autumn and you don't give it the autumn wind, it will still give it warmth, and it will be evergreen like the autumn trees in the South.
Time flies
We were nervous about preparing for exams back then. Now we can laugh as much as we want. At that time, our buddies who laughed and laughed all day long are now hard to see their faces and faces. High school romance has turned into a long-distance relationship. We gather or disperse, my head suddenly becomes empty, I laugh a lot, but my heart becomes heavier. We are in college.
Looking up, at the end of the park path, there is a tree with almost only branches. Under the tree, I have only memories in my mind.
Perhaps, there will still be parting, it will still be those months in autumn, and our sadness, which remains unchanged with time, is still strong and has never faded. We hope that the days when we can be evergreen together will always wither. I only wish I could turn into fallen leaves and memories, and meet again at this time every year to express my thoughts?
Chapter 5: Traces of time
For the last time, the factor of spiritual sustenance is reflected in the flow of time. Here, the untouched dawn no longer gives me a chance. To lose faith is to forget it, and then indulge your innocence for the last time. In those long years, let the vicissitudes of life cover the young cheeks, and then the passage of life leads to a farther future.
Sometimes I have to think this way again. Many things have to be traced over the years to realize that the wind will leave shadows everywhere, and so will people. I don’t know if I’m too sad or if it’s just the way things are. Many things are not so absolute at first. Looking back on my face of determination at the time, it seems so ridiculous now.
I really want to be willful and not think about my own mistakes, and then deceive myself and tell myself that I am not wrong, it is just something. I think everyone would laugh at me for this childish behavior! Because even I would laugh unconsciously first. Why? You have to wait until things become memories before you regret in memory. Is that the so-called growth? Because there is growth, there will be vicissitudes of time, and there will be choices between right and wrong?
I don’t want to be like this, but I can’t. What I have been pursuing is just a gust of wind in autumn. I know clearly that it is a figure that I cannot chase, but I still foolishly search for it all over the mountains and fields. Maybe I am really stupid, but who knows that it is everything to me? Even if it's stupid, I'm willing to do it. In fact, we are all the same, and we have been making mistakes for a certain obsession in our hearts, but we are not wrong, it is just that things are wrong, right? But it is undeniable that we have been evading and escaping from our supposed trajectory.
We spent different times in different times, and then we left many different stories in the flow of time. In the stories, we can choose our own roles at will. .