No matter in life or study, as long as you work hard, you will be rewarded. However, it is true that people often say that "many good things grind". Because through one thing, I firmly believe this sentence. In the third grade, I was still a beginner in composition, but I knew nothing about composition. As soon as I listen to the teacher explaining the composition, I will stare and my mouth will "O" and I can't understand what the teacher is saying at all. The composition at that time gave me a deep and monotonous feeling. Every time I have a composition class, I will take a nap, resulting in a kind of boredom and fear. As a result, my composition is illogical, the paragraphs are unclear, and the whole article is unclear. It's just a running account. At that time, I always complained: "Alas, the composition is really difficult to write!" " "Sometimes I can't think of any ideas by biting off the pen, and sometimes I tear up the draft over and over again, which is still not satisfactory. In this way, after a while, the composition teacher called me to the office to talk. She taught me earnestly and encouraged me kindly. I understand that if you want to write a good composition, you have to work hard and sweat. The higher the difficulty, the more challenging it will be! Don't be timid and don't sell yourself short, be full of confidence and courage! From then on, I listened carefully in class, took notes in class and asked the teacher different questions. After finishing your homework, read more extracurricular books and take more reading notes. Over time, I will be covered with ink. More importantly, I pay great attention to and observe things. When an ant walks by, I will follow it. Found a fallen leaf, I also want to pick it up and observe it; When it rains, I will also hold up my umbrella and go outside to observe the scene in the rain ... Not only that, I also insist on keeping a diary every day to record what happened that day. No matter how much homework you have, if you don't keep a diary, you will feel uncomfortable. I often ask my teacher for writing methods and trouble my teacher to point out my articles. In this way, invisibly, I fell in love with writing, which became my spiritual food and my mentor. Slowly, my writing level is constantly improving, sentences are fluent and paragraphs are clear, which is not counting. The most important thing is that I have learned many writing methods and accumulated a lot of knowledge. Write a composition easily and slowly. Not only that, I am often praised by teachers and feel the joy of success. " Many things grind "is a truth, so it has become the mantra of teachers and parents, and it has also become my cherished motto, which will always inspire me to move forward!" Comments: By using comparative techniques and combining my own experience, it is powerfully explained that today's composition kung fu comes from my usual savings!
2. In the year when the ninth grade Chinese composition "Hometown" continued to write 500 words, spring blossomed.
"I finally came back, I don't know if he is okay ..." On the poetic Jiangnan, a canoe floated quietly. Under the setting sun, a slightly vicissitudes figure became a foil on the river.
The ship landed, his feet stepped on his native land, breathing the familiar air, and the young man felt a thin layer of fog in his eyes. Yes, the young man promised that he would come back, Honger.
I can't help sighing in my mind. It's good to be home! Finally, I want to see him. He is still the same as before, as simple, as simple, as sincere ... In the distance, a vague figure gradually became clear, and finally I saw him! Zhou Hong tried to control the voice trembling with excitement. "Shui Sheng, is that you ..." The tall, thin gray-yellow boy spoke before we knew this gentleman. The face that should be full of vigor and vitality is forced by life and becomes extremely old.
Suddenly, Zhou Hong's heart was like a heavy stone. The strong heart that has been cultivated for many years instantly becomes weak, causing ripples.
Choking ... "Shui Sheng, I'm Honger!" ""Macro ... "The boy's eyes were red in an instant, with tears clearly shining in his eyes and his whole body trembling. Holding back the friendly address, he struggled to squeeze out two words from his mouth. "Grandpa Hong ..." Zhou Hongzhen sighed and laughed at himself. Will we really be like your father and uncle? Can't we go back? ""Well, I can't go back ... "
After a moment's hesitation, Shuisheng spoke. Zhou Hong turned around and stared at the river in the sunset, saying, "It used to be prosperous here, but now it is full of vicissitudes."
At night, in the backyard. When two young people were young, they talked about wine, everything and everything after separation, but they didn't mention the future ... Yes, they can't go back.
3. In the year when the ninth grade Chinese composition "Hometown" continued to write 500 words, spring blossomed.
"I finally came back, I don't know if he is okay ..." On the poetic Jiangnan, a canoe floated quietly. Under the setting sun, a slightly vicissitudes figure became a foil on the river.
The ship landed, his feet stepped on his native land, breathing the familiar air, and the young man felt a thin layer of fog in his eyes. Yes, the young man promised that he would come back, Honger. I can't help sighing in my mind. It's good to be home!
Finally, I want to meet him. He is still the same as before, as simple, as simple, as sincere …
In the distance, a vague figure gradually became clear, and finally I saw him! Zhou Hong tried to control the voice trembling with excitement. "Aquatic, is that you ..."
"Do we know this master?" The tall, thin, gray-yellow boy spoke in front of him. The face that should be full of vigor and vitality is forced by life and becomes extremely old. Suddenly, Zhou Hong's heart was like a heavy stone. The strong heart that has been cultivated for many years instantly becomes weak, causing ripples. stifle ...
"Aquatic, I am Honger!" "Macro ..." The boy's eyes turned red in an instant, with tears clearly shining in his eyes and his whole body trembling.
Holding back the friendly address, he struggled to squeeze out two words from his mouth. "Grandpa Hong ..." Zhou Hongzhen sighed wryly. "Do we really want to be like your father and uncle? Can't we go back? " "Well, I can't go back ..." After a moment's hesitation, Shuisheng spoke. Zhou Hong turned around and stared at the river in the sunset, saying, "It used to be prosperous here, but now it is full of vicissitudes."
At night, in the backyard.
The two young people talked about wine, childhood and things after separation, but they didn't mention the future …
Yes, I can't go back.
4. Ninth grade Chinese Kong Yiji continued to write 600 words and Kong Yiji continued to write 600 words (1). Kong Yiji hasn't been here for a long time-he may be dead.
However, there are always accidents in life-it was a snowy morning and the provincial examination list was posted. Everyone went to see it, and I was the only one in the shop-alas, after Kong Yiji's death, my life was so dull.
Suddenly I heard the sound of beating gongs and drums outside the store, and I cheered at once. The noise outside the shop is getting louder and louder, and I can hear it clearly.
"Kong County Master, the new Gong Shi has arrived-"I saw the shopkeeper running back from a distance and kneeling in front of Kong County Master. "Little fellow, welcome you to be late. Please punish Master Kong Xian." He looks flustered.
The host is also a frank person. Without further ado, he gave the shopkeeper forty slaps, followed by words like "service courage" and "who cares", which was quite Kong Yiji. After forty boards, I hurried up to help the shopkeeper with half a life left.
At this time, the shopkeeper said firmly, "Thank you for your kindness. This is one hundred and twenty pieces of silver. I hope you can accept it. " Then he motioned me to get it. I went to get one hundred and twenty pieces of silver, and when I came back, the shopkeeper was livid and seemed to be scared.
I handed the money to the shopkeeper, and then I looked at the master, Kong Lao-Kong Yiji! This man is Kong Yiji! "What should you do if you openly pay bribes in front of your master and all your neighbors!" After saying this, he secretly asked someone to collect the 120 pieces of silver and give it to everyone. After the shopkeeper left, I became a new shopkeeper and had more time to imagine how Kong Yiji became a master.
A few days later, I heard from some people who came to drink that Kong Yiji was now taking revenge on his old enemy-one or several short-sleeved shirts who had offended Kong Yiji heard that Kong Yiji had become a county magistrate and arrested the shopkeeper. They had neither money nor other gifts to give, so they thought of a stupid way. They called a group of people to the county government to sing praises for Kong Yiji. The results were invited to the county government, but they never came out. It is said that he was killed by Kong Yiji, and was dragged to a mass grave on the outskirts of town in the middle of the night and buried.
Anything that goes too smoothly will often stumble, which is the truth of "extremes meet." It's a strange sunny day with rain.
A notice was posted on the head of the city saying that Kong Yiji, the new county magistrate, was sentenced to death for taking bribes privately. I rushed to the execution ground with some drunkards. Master Kong's head fell to the ground, but his neighbors still gave him rotten eggs and tomatoes.
Listen to a neighbor onlookers, said Kong Yiji was too stimulated by Gong, forgot to give the governor some money, and fell to the ground-I heard that the shopkeeper was going to let it go, and asked me to bring some money to facilitate the new county owner. The shopkeeper came back, and I also returned to my original post, and my life remained the same.
Kong Yiji continued to write 600 words on the bleak ancient city street in the north wind (the second article). People chatted and flashed several figures from time to time. The yellow and wrinkled old newspaper fell on the smooth blue brick dirt road and floated with the wind ... "Life is different, and the world is cold ... bitter, bitter ..." In an inconspicuous angle, a black-faced old man, a man who has lost his youthful breath, hugged his arms tightly. At the moment when the beard shook, it seemed that everyone could feel that it was not the wind that blew the beard, but where the old man was curled up, shivering and miserable. Pedestrians on the road occasionally pass by him, but they turn a blind eye, as if their hearts were colder than the whistling north wind! This scene adds another kind of sadness to this ancient city ... "I, Kong Yiji, have studied hard all my life in order to win the first prize and win face, but I am not willing to end up in such a tragic end! Oh, my god Why are you doing this to me? I, Kong Yiji, came into this world to suffer! In that case, life is He Huan? Why bother to die! " Kong Yiji stared at the land, sneer, "the day is going to kill me, let it be! The sky is falling, come on! Come on! Ha ha ha ha ... "Kong Yiji leaned against the wall with a smile. A little girl and her mother passed by. The little girl pointed to Kong Yiji and asked, "Mom, what is he doing?" The middle-aged woman glanced at Kong Yiji and said, "Never mind the beggar."
The little girl and the woman hurried away, raised a piece of loess and filled Kong Yiji ... A middle-aged man in a noble suit passed by, looked up at Kong Yiji and muttered, "What bad luck I met such a dying man when I went out!" The middle-aged man hurried away, holding up a handful of loess and putting it in front of Kong Yiji ... A beggar in black passed by, but his eyes were shining when he saw Kong Yiji. He threw the leftovers into other people's hands, threw himself at Kong Yiji and took off Kong Yiji's only short cotton-padded jacket to keep warm. Hey hey smiled, "I'm lucky today, I found so many dishes and a short cotton-padded jacket, haha!" Lucky for me, I still have nineteen pence in my pocket, so I went to drink two pots today ... "The beggar skipped away, raised a bigger piece of loess and filled it in front of Kong Yiji ... If it was normal, he would have coughed and rubbed his eyes, but the man on the side of the road, with his hands hanging on the ground and his head looking at the sky, now seems that even the white clouds are in his eyes, becoming dark and empty ...
Kong Yiji walked to the river pier in Luzhen. Looking at the green river and sky, he suddenly had an idea-go, leave Luzhen and go somewhere else. At this time, he still has some money in his hand, enough to cross the river. Suddenly Kong Yiji got on the boat and gave the money to the boatman. The boatman asked, "Where are you going?" "Whatever."
Kong Yiji said. The boatman nodded and said, "Sit tight."
The boat slowly rowed to the middle of the river, getting farther and farther away from Luzhen, and the shadow of Luzhen gradually disappeared. At this time, Kong Yiji thought: After leaving Luzhen, a place where everyone laughed and satirized him, wherever he went, he would turn over a new leaf. Can't be like before:
Write a short article about "I am in the ninth grade". In a flash, I will be in the ninth grade, which means I will be promoted from junior high school to senior high school. Of course, whether I can enter high school smoothly depends on my efforts in the past three years, especially this year.
It is said that junior high school children are rebellious and willful, and high school children will have a sense of self-discipline. I may have had a lot of ignorance before, but now I have to seriously consider my dream and my life. This is the first step in my life. I have to walk well and be a sensible child. I must manage myself. I want to tell myself that when I grow up, I should put learning first, work hard for my future, work hard for my college dream, and pave a smooth road for my future happy life.
6. Urgent, the first volume of China Necklace in the third grade continues to write the necklace. When he heard Mrs. Frais's words, he was dazed for a long time. He couldn't believe his ears.
Her heart began to churn and tears welled up in her eyes. Mrs Frais insisted on returning the necklace to her, but she said she would never get it back, saying it was the price she paid for losing it.
Walking on the path in the park, her tears rolled down and the breeze brushed her face as if to comfort her. Then she seemed very calm, because she began to understand that ten years of such a hard life really aged her a lot, but it was also this decade that made her walk out of the abyss of hypocrisy and awakened the real me.
The beautiful appearance disappeared, but it brought back a beautiful heart. Her heart no longer yearns for beautiful clothes, precious items and jewels, and she only knows how to maintain a poor life.
Now she has become stout, hardworking, smart and full of wisdom, which is an invaluable asset of her ten years' efforts. To some extent, hard work and simplicity are more important than money and power. When he got home at night, Loire lowered his head and handed her a letter. She took it. It turned out to be another invitation, just like the one ten years ago.
Loizai said: "I will write to them tonight and tell them that we will not attend." Mathilde said, "We must attend, or it will be impolite."
"But ... you won't ..." She smiled and said, "Although my beautiful appearance is gone, I will infect others with my inner beauty." Loizai was surprised and excited.
I didn't expect my wife to say such a thing. On the day of the party, she wore the skirt she wore ten years ago. Although it's old, it's neat. When they came to the party, they saw many women with makeup and jewels and gentlemen in gorgeous clothes. When they passed by, they immediately became the focus of the meeting.
Mrs. Loizai doesn't have everyone's luxury, but she gives people the feeling of being natural, simple and fresh. Although both of them are old, it is easy to see that their hearts are still young.
That night, Mathilde smiled brightly, and people marveled at her optimism about the aging brought by the passage of time. She took her husband's arm and said, "Time has eroded our faces, but it has made our hearts younger. We have weathered the difficulties together and made us the most loving couple. "
Rowazai said with relief: "My wife is the most beautiful angel, without precious decorations and gorgeous dresses. Because her experience has been purified and sublimated.
We are no longer poor, and our life is no longer tired. Because there is an oasis in our hearts. "
Listen to Jenny, Mathilde suddenly went blank. "Ten years of bitterness turned out to be for a fake necklace?" Ha ha! "Jenny was very scared when she saw Mathilde laughing abnormally." Oh, poor Mathilde, it's all my fault. Say a word, dear, oh, by the way, this necklace is back to you, it should belong to you, honest and kind Mathilde ... "But no matter what Mrs. Frais said, Mathilde couldn't hear you at this time.
"Fake." She said to herself, sticking out her neck mechanically. Jenny puts a necklace on her-she always carries it.
Mathilde thinks it is no longer a diamond necklace. It is more like a shackle-a shackle that takes away her youth and happiness.
She left Blissful Park without saying a word. Autumn nights in Paris are very cold, especially when a person walks in the street, there will be a chill in his heart.
On such a night, a middle-aged woman in rags wandered the street with a dull expression, which made her appearance different from her actual age, while the dazzling diamond necklace still reflected her old age mercilessly on her wrinkled neck. Unconsciously, she came to the Seine.
For more than ten years, she has gone through hardships for a scam-a scam set by herself. Whenever she is overwhelmed by the hardships of life and bottomless debts, her husband, a small secretary of the Ministry of Education, will accompany her here to play. They fantasized about a beautiful life together, which seemed to be the happiest time for her in more than ten years.
Ten years of hardships, as long as decades, have also taught her a lot. She lost her youth and beauty, but she also learned to live.
When she abandoned her accustomed fantasy, she really realized the happiness of life-happiness in suffering, and she had a better chance to get to know her husband again-it turned out that she loved her so much. I remember that winter ten years ago, which was their most difficult time. It's a pity that she got pneumonia, and the creditors pressed her very hard. They are almost desperate.
Just then, his distant cousin sent a letter from Marseilles, asking him to be the heir to his million-dollar fortune and become a gentleman of high society. He has no son but a daughter, but he believes that his nephew is an honest and reliable young man and the most suitable heir to his property.
The only condition is that he must leave her, make her a sick woman and marry her beautiful and noble daughter, Miss Elliot. But he refused without hesitation, just as she decided to borrow money to pay for the chain.
Thinking of this, she suddenly smiled: "I used to be both rich, so what do I need this necklace for?" She took off her necklace and threw it at the Seine.
The necklace slipped into a beautiful arc in the moonlight and merged into the river. There was the sound of hooves in the distance.
"Mathieu! Marty! " It's her husband. "I know you're here, dear Marti. You really worry me. Mrs Frais told me everything. Don't be sad. Get in the car. I'll walk with you. " Suddenly, she flew to him like a bird and kissed him affectionately, leaving him at a loss.
"Where to, madam?" Said the coachman. "Go home."
The night by the river is very charming. The stars in the sky are like a diamond necklace, reflecting a tear in the corner of her eye and a happy tear.
7. I wrote a composition in the ninth grade, and so did so many people's compositions. So do we.
Outside the window, the autumn wind is dancing and the leaves are falling slowly. Time seems to have passed like this, and you came here in the ninth grade.
Ninth grade, do you know what a chilling term you are? Because of you, we have become students with special status; Because of you, the weekend is no longer our crazy day or our "secret" little world; Because of you, every day, our courses are full. We either have class, do our homework or have class.
In ninth grade, because of you, we became the focus of everyone's eyes. At school, the teacher always said, "Work hard! Classmates, they are all in the ninth grade. " At home, my mother's nagging is more like my own shadow, which is everywhere. Even my father, who doesn't express his father's love in daily life, has offered his concern-learning belongs to learning, and we should take care of ourselves. However, in the face of constant complaints from teachers and parents, we just smiled indifferently.
In ninth grade, because of you, we learned to think. Standing in your teaching building, we all look up at the sky, watching the floating white clouds, and our thoughts drift away. We are all thinking about our future, how to go in the future and what to do now.
In ninth grade, because of you, we competed in study and play. Because of you, we are fascinated by this novel, holding friends' hands to go shopping and sleeping in, all of which have become unattainable legends; Because of you, there is no laughter outside the classroom, and the leisurely steps on the boulevard no longer belong to us.
In the ninth grade, because of you, we learned to struggle. Every day, we study hard in the classroom. Because of you, the only space left on the desktop is also occupied by data and exercises. Because of you, we are not afraid to explore in the maze of mathematics, to stir up waves in the long river of Chinese with "stones", to sail our boat back and forth with 26 English letters, and to find the mysteries of nature in chemistry and physics. Every time we go to physical education class, we are not afraid to compete with the sun and run in it. Facing more and more training, we have no resentment. Because of you, we hurried into the school in the hazy morning fog every day and hurried home in the afterglow of the sunset. We live a life of two points and one line. For this kind of life like boiled water, we must work hard for the upcoming senior high school entrance examination.
Ninth grade, urgent need to study. It is our nature to be playful, and the cost of learning is higher. For you, we will try our best to spread our wings and fly with dreams and hopes.
I'm going to the ninth grade. A gust of wind brushed my face. I thought it would be a little cold, but it made me even more depressed. The clouds in the sky are stacked on top of each other, so I can't see a ray of sunshine, and the pressure is so great that I can hardly breathe. Willow also lost its former vitality, bent and hung its head. I feel that willow tree seems to be myself, and I was suppressed by the burden of pressure when I entered the third grade.
From youth, a little childish, I became a little mature. When I was in grade one, I didn't know anything. I always say one thing and do another. When the teacher asked her to recite the text, she firmly said to herself, "I must recite it, and I can't put it off any longer!" " "But in the back, I will give myself a lot of reasons, what' make up your mind and stick to it' has long been forgotten. When the exam approaches, I always say to myself, "I will review my lessons and take the exam well!" " "But in the evening, I can't go on without reviewing a lesson. At this time, I will say to myself, "Review tomorrow. I am so sleepy today. Have a rest first. Anyway, there are still a few days before the exam. " In this way, on the day of the exam, I haven't finished reviewing, and now I only have "regret"!
I have been sensible since I entered the third grade. Knowing what "determination" is, the teacher immediately asked to recite the key points and texts in order to recite the best quality in the shortest time. When the exam approaches, I will work overtime to review my lessons, and I will never make the same mistakes again, and I will never give myself those reasons. When I make up my mind, I must do it, stick to it, and can't give up halfway!
After several regrets, I finally learned the value of time, which is gone forever. We should seize this great opportunity and work hard! Time waits for no one, which reminds me of a sentence "Come tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. . "How many tomorrow is worth our delay!
9. Ask for an essay entitled "I'm in Grade Nine", with words 1000. Dear landlord, hello; It's my pleasure to answer your question: because of you, we have become students with special status; Because of you, the weekend is no longer our crazy day or our "secret" little world; Because of you, every day, our courses are arranged to the brim. We either have classes, do our homework or have classes. In the third grade, because of you, we became the focus of everyone's eyes. At school, the teacher always remembers to say, "Work hard! Classmates, it has been changed to the third year of Ge Gongshuang Whale. " At home, my mother's nagging is more like my own shadow, which is everywhere. Even my father, who doesn't express his father's love in his daily life, has offered his concern-learning belongs to learning, and we should take care of ourselves. However, in the face of teachers and parents' inculcation, we just smiled indifferently in senior three, because we all looked up at the sky and the floating white clouds, and our thoughts drifted away. We are all thinking about our future, how to go in the future and what to do now. In the third grade, because of you, we competed in study and play. Because of you, we are fascinated by this novel, holding friends' hands to go shopping and sleeping in, all of which have become unattainable legends; Because of you, there is no laughter outside the classroom, and the leisurely steps on the boulevard no longer belong to us. In the third grade, because of you, we learned to struggle. Every day, we study hard in the classroom. Because of you, the only space left on the desktop is also occupied by data \ exercises; Because of you, we are not afraid to explore in the maze of mathematics, to stir up waves in the long river of Chinese with "stones", to sail our boat back and forth with 26 English letters, and to find the mysteries of nature in chemistry and physics. Every time we go to physical education class, we are not afraid to compete with the sun and run in it. Facing more and more training, we have no resentment. Because of you, we hurried into the school in the hazy morning fog every day and hurried home in the afterglow of the sunset. We live a life of two points and one line again and again. For this kind of life like boiled water, we must work hard for the upcoming senior high school entrance examination. It is urgent to study in grade three, and it is our nature to be playful.
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