An excellent model essay for the senior high school entrance examination.
Like a breeze blowing, light and complacent; As pleasant as autumn water, it is beautiful. Youth is picturesque, poetry is picturesque, youth is picturesque.
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The beginning of youth should be full of energy. We change the formation in the music, and every movement shines with our enthusiasm. The beating of our heart makes our blood temperature seem to be rising. We show our youth in front of our parents. We are in the prime of life, and we have unlimited vitality.
The autumn wind is rustling, and we get together with our parents. They are our witnesses, and they join hands with us. Our growth reflects our parents' bit by bit. On the playground, our poetry reading is rhythmic, and the loud voice resounds through the sky, and the reverberation is around the beam.
Our 14 years old is unique. We are eager, but a little confused. On the rostrum, the teacher recalled the past, different times and different stories, but all of them revealed the passion of youth. Now, we have parents' company, teachers' earnest care, and students' mutual concern has become our most sincere wealth.
On this day, we want to prove to our parents that we have grown up. Although the road is hard, we will not live up to their expectations. We are still so shy that we can only express our feelings in words. There are messages from individual parents to their children on the radio, and our parents come to us with their letters. I watched my mother coming to me from a distance, and I really felt her change. Time has worn away the parents' black hair, and there is a faint wind blowing. I seem to see a trace of white hair, and my heart is shaking. They pierced my eyes without hesitation, which made my eyes ache. It's time to exchange envelopes My mother and I first smiled at each other, but in a flash, the wrinkles on her face broke into my eyes without hesitation. I slowly took out the letter and felt the warmth on my face, but I haven't read the specific content yet. When I saw some words, my tears poured out. That kind of feeling is very hot, falling on the paper and falling in my heart. I read word by word in the dim light, and there were not enough words. I couldn't control my inner excitement, turned my back, secretly wiped away my tears, and then turned to hug her, and my mother hugged me, just like a tacit understanding. This was a sign of family affection. Yes, I really can't find anything to say to my mother, but it is this action that unites my feelings. At this time, I saw father and son, mother and daughter snuggling up to each other around. They are very happy. I hugged my mother tightly and smiled.
So I snuggled up in my mother's arms and lowered my head. I saw the fallen leaves on the grass with different shades. The wind blew, and they drifted slowly and landed heavily on the ground. I looked up at the tree overhead again. From time to time, leaves always fall with the wind and then fall around the roots. Suddenly I feel that I am just a leaf, and I can't do without the cultivation and watering of tree nutrition. I know. Now that I have grown up, I will go in the near future, but I also know that even if I go further, I will always be in my parents' hearts. I understand that, whether now or in the future, we will eventually shoulder the responsibility. Our shoulders are no longer tender. They are full of strength and ready to accept the challenge.
If there are bumps, walk slowly and be brave, because there will be smooth roads afterwards; If you are bitter, bow your head and be strong, because it is sweet afterwards.
In the name of youth, glow the inner blood and inspire the spirit of never giving up, step by step.
My youth ceremony is over, but I still have a long way to go. We understand that we need to stick to a young position and open our hearts with the best thinking and potential.
Model essay on excellent composition in the second senior high school entrance examination
Youth will die, but friendship will not die. -inscription
Before the flowers bloom and fall; While the breeze is still restless; Before the world was so crowded. When we can still breathe under the same blue sky; And we can still study in the same classroom; If we can still grow up in the same city, please don't let your future sixth grade become a thorny road. Because, we are still young.
People who have left me; Once the place, has become strange; I have given up this scenic spot. Don't let the troubles of the past hurt you, because the past has long been forgotten by ruthless people; Has long been washed away by the wind and rain in the world; It has long been covered up by all kinds of interference.
The days in early summer are so warm and hard. We are about to face the beginning of junior high school, and time is pressing. We can write a 500-word composition in 20 minutes between classes ... although it's not so beautiful. Sitting by the window, listening to the familiar sound on the radio, it is really a noisy magic sound mixed with the sound of cars outside the school gate. It's funny to watch freshmen wear neat school uniforms, line up and do fuck the teacher's funny actions.
Those of us who have lost the chance to take the exam can work hard for a few months for a small entrance exam. I didn't know how difficult it was to get into school until I was rejected. We can even be happy for a long time because of an admission call. Even if I passed the exam, I was happy, but I couldn't restrain my nervousness.
Because we are still young and don't understand how cruel society is.
A few weeks ago, I went to North Asia with two classmates to recruit special students. I almost despair at the thought of poor physical fitness, but I didn't relax until the last moment. Finally, at the end of the test, when I heard the test items, I seemed to catch a life-saving hair. It pulled me out of the ocean of despair ... I finally succeeded and successfully entered North Asia, even though I was not that person.
This is more stressful than before. This is an invisible pressure.
This kind of pressure makes me nervous and motivates me more. Because once I fail the placement exam, I can't be in the same class with two other students. So I must constantly improve my cultural level and volleyball level.
Even if youth is about to die, looking back now, I will find that … my youth is not monotonous! Because in this, I have mixed feelings and friends. Although I have paid a lot during this period, those things are not as important as friends. Probably because of my personality, in the end, I lost my friend. Even so, when I saw her chatting so happily with other people, I could only secretly feel unhappy. Because of these, my youth is not monotonous at all.
While we can still tell each other our affection; While our hands can still hold each other tightly; While we can still run each other under the sweat; While we can still wave goodbye. Please turn your sixth grade and future time into roses, not thorns.
Even if the wind is strong and the rain is urgent, you can stand on tiptoe to get close to the sun. Youth always remembers whether our past was cold or warm. -It's over
Excellent essay model for senior high school entrance examination
In fact, we were all very energetic when we were young, but we didn't find it ourselves.
Near the entrance examination, the study pressure is like a mountain, which makes me breathless. I spent all my energy on my study. Lian Xiao felt tired when he got up, and his mouth hung under his skin all day, like a piece of lead hanging on both sides. In the words of my parents, I am a "lang dang face" and I have completely lost my smile.
Labor Day holiday came, and I wanted to do "study and work" at home, but my parents told me to adjust my mind and relax, so I got into the car and went out to travel. I hung my head in the car, carrying my liberal arts on my back, not listening to pop songs and not looking out of the window. After about two hours, the car stopped and got off to a mountainous area. I thought it was an ordinary scenery, but it had unexpected consequences.
I felt as if I had been hit hard by something, and the scenery in front of me shocked me. When spring comes, everything is revived and full of vitality. There is only green in front of us, all over the mountains and plains, all the way to the horizon, as if white clouds were painted with green pigments.
I wandered a little absentmindedly, which disturbed a grasshopper in Caokela. It flew around in front of me in panic, which made me feel a little funny-happiness can be so simple.
I leaned down to see if there were any grasshoppers in the grass where it had just perched, but I was shocked by another kind of scenery.
It is an unknown grass, which has not fully recovered from the cold winter. The withered black leaves have not faded, and new leaves have been pulled out to cover it, making it more and more full of vitality. The innermost tiny leaf bud has not been completely released, and it is tender and soft, like a baby's eyelashes, which makes people fondle it. The color deepens from the inside out: goose yellow, cyan, light green, dark green and then green! No matter how good a painter is, I'm afraid he can't adjust such harmonious and changeable colors. Although it is unremarkable compared with the surrounding mountains, it strives to glow with the vitality of life in its youth, and it is this kind of grass that casts the vitality of the vast mountains.
My heart was severely pulled by this grass. I suddenly realized that I am young now, but my mind is as gloomy as an 80-year-old man. At school, my classmates told me a joke, but I was like a plank with a cold face and a dry answer. If I smile back, that simple happiness can bring us vitality.
Yes, vitality is as simple as that. Who keeps us in youth? I want to turn over a new leaf.