A high school entrance examination essay that describes characters for full marks

Appreciation of the 2006 Hebei High School Entrance Examination Excellent Works: Father's Love, the Wealth of a Lifetime

Father's love is a mountain, a fire that protects life; father's love is a fire, lighting a lamp of hope; father's love It is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; father's love is the road that leads your life.

I once didn’t understand why my father’s straight spine was curved, I didn’t understand why my father’s handsome face was haggard, I didn’t understand why my father’s thick black hair was gray, and I didn’t understand why my father worked hard for most of his life. ...

Until the third grade of junior high school.

That day, the wind was roaring and the vegetation was bleak. I was sitting on the bus, preparing to get off and go home alone. However, I saw a person. In the dark world and the biting wind, that person People were trembling. The wind kept ripping off the corners of his clothes—it was his father! Through the window, I could clearly see my father’s white hair. It was either stained by the bright moonlight or decorated with gorgeous words. It was just white hair. It was a piece of white hair. My father’s white hair was touched again and again. The strong wind overwhelmed me but I stood up unyieldingly again and again. I knew who it must be for when I fell down and stood up...

Is it my father's white hair or my father's heart that is constantly being crushed and stood up? ? The bus stopped and I walked quickly. Apparently, my father saw me. He no longer blocked his coat from the wind with his fingers, but ran towards me quickly. His coat completely surrendered to the strong wind, but he But I didn't care at all that the exposed red sweater was beating in the inexplicable darkness and running towards me.

At that moment, I clearly saw my father’s fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I burst into tears.

My father gently held my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was clearly a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but my father was busy. Dodge, "My hands are too cold." I ignored my father's dodge and grabbed those cold hands back. I knew: I was grabbing the wealth of my life.

My father used the aging of his life to turn into mountains, into fire, into lamps, into roads, into every bit of fatherly love, to accompany me every day, every second, and to accompany me in this life. lifetime. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter’s life. Because of your love, your daughter will not be poor in her life.

Comments: This is a full score essay for the high school entrance examination. The author is Zhu Ying, a recent graduate of Youyi Middle School. In her daily compositions, she pays attention to selecting the little things in life, and conveys her sincere feelings through delicate descriptions and vivid language. Therefore, it is reasonable to write such a touching article during the high school entrance examination.

Birthday

——Missing my old home

Tianjin No. 1 candidate

The fifteenth birthday is here.

My mother placed two pots of flowers conspicuously in the newly renovated house. One pot was a flaming red bougainvillea, and the other was a strong flower. Male case? Huihuisha? Male: Purpurea fermentation maidservant 咴liaoti steal still 谝 panic bath 1斫啕 mu绦牛? said Nao 8R smoke Kongao? swelling 猌缱隽 coughぱnett?

< p>But my melancholy and loneliness fill my chest. Looking out the window at the rows of new buildings and listening to the strange footsteps coming from the corridor, I missed the old home where I had lived for fourteen years. During my birthday at that time, I had never felt so lonely.

I have spent fourteen years in the old home, and today my stubbornness clearly appears before my eyes...

In the early morning in the old home, there is no need to tighten the clockwork of the alarm clock. The sound of slippers, the sound of running water, and the reluctant yawn of a child being pushed awake by his parents in his dream are all the clocks that wake you up.

Wish each other good morning and the old home begins a new day. People riding bicycles, driving motorcycles, taking buses, people jogging in a hurry... half of them walked out of the old home.

After seeing off the hustle and bustle of the morning, the old people left behind by each family started to make arrangements again. Cleaning up the house, preparing lunch, and exchanging birthday ideas for the children. Grandma of the Zhang family talked about the difficulties at home, and Grandpa of the Li family complained about retirement. The second uncle, who was taking a break from his shift, also took the time to repair the "singing" bicycle. The leisurely atmosphere bids farewell to the long day.

There is never loneliness in the old home. When the children after school fly back like returning birds, when the adults at work dock like returning sailboats, when peaceful lights shine from the windows of your house, you can smell the fragrance of all kinds of food, you I can hear the happy calls of mothers from all over the house, and the most intoxicating moment in the old home has arrived.

In the old courtyard, you don’t have to worry about the door being locked, because the neighbor on the left has your key; don’t be afraid of forgetting to water the flowers, because the right house has already thought of it for you; the children are after school Now, you don’t have to worry if you have uninvited guests at home... just like a family. The whole hospital is filled with the air of love of helping each other in times of need and sharing happiness.

Although the environment of the new building is so clean and beautiful. But I can’t forget the moss-covered pool in the old hospital, the ivy on the peeling gray wall, and I can’t forget the birthday dinner where the whole hospital surrounded me and I blew out the candles in one breath... It was the old hospital that accompanied me through so much. Nostalgic years!

Today’s birthday, yesterday’s old home...

Comments from famous teachers

The nostalgia of a fifteen-year-old child for his birthday is not the pursuit of food, drink and clothing. Rather, it is a call for emotionally protective neighborly relations.

A spiritual confession that is different from that of modern teenagers. It is not indifferent or autistic, but reveals a sunny world that embraces life wholeheartedly. Growing up in a materially rich but spiritually boring environment, it reminds minors of their attitude towards life.

What is gained and what is lost are always two points that cannot intersect. The conflicting emotions of "can't have it both ways" trouble the children again. With the help of the "birthday" proposition and such an extraordinary theme, it is both poetic and enlightening, vivid and helpless.

The ideas are smooth and flow naturally from daily feelings. The writing is simple and there is no suspicion of deliberate embellishment. It's sincere and touching, and it makes sense.

Our name is the people sitting in the "last row"

A candidate from Shanghai

The "last row" is the frontier of our class, with a vast territory The population is sparse and the climate is harsh. Therefore, "good students" avoided it and "troublemakers" yearned for it. Before I could figure out what type of person I was, I sat in the "last row."

In an exam before the summer vacation, I accidentally failed in Jingzhou and Maicheng, and my ranking was three thousand feet down. The distant Lingnan suddenly became my "back garden", but I was not as bold and unrestrained as Su Dongpo, and I couldn't recite the wonderful line "I eat three hundred lychees a day, and I will live a long life as a Lingnan native". When the teacher announced the news, I suddenly felt like "the end of the world is coming". My eyes were blurred, I was dizzy and my ears were ringing. I really couldn't hold on any longer.

The only people who looked up and cared about me were a few "troublemakers" with poor grades in the class. The window is on my left, and the cool breeze blows away the fog in front of my eyes. I can see a few "troublemakers" looking at me affectionately and winking at me, and the "local natives" send me unique greetings.

"Hey, Xiaohei, don't be downcast, the light here is not good, the air is fresh; the grades are not good, but the mood is not bad!" A Cai comforted me with dialectics.

"Yes, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, didn't you just fail in the exam? There will be a next time!" Listen to Lao Chen's method of spiritual victory, it makes sense.

They look playful and smiley on the surface, but they are also working hard secretly! A Cai memorized words with a flashlight under the covers, and Lao Chen often said "I passed the exam" and "I succeeded" while sleeping in the dormitory. Looking at their sincere eyes and smiles that deceive themselves and others, I gained confidence again.

In a physics class, the physics teacher asked a question in his non-standard Mandarin, but no one in the class could do it. It happened that I had done it, and I raised my hand. Not only did I raise my hand, but I shook it desperately, but the teacher said, "Oh, why is no one answering?" I was disappointed! No! It’s not that the teacher didn’t see it, it’s that the teacher thinks that even a “good student” cannot be a good student, let alone a “bad student”? I haven't put down my raised hand for a long time...

A semester has passed, and I have also left the "last row". At the same time, there are also A Cai and Lao Chen from Special Railway. Of course, the same number People are also "shot by arrows and fell from their horses".

"Do you want to persuade them?"

"Okay, we are not just passers-by, but also fellow travelers who have experienced the vicissitudes of life."

Let's go In front of the sighing classmates: "The light here is not good, the air is fresh; the grades are not good, but the mood is not bad!"

Farewell, my place of exile, you let me endure grievances and experience ups and downs. I thought: There is always a "last row", but there are no people who will always sit in the "last row"!

[Comments from famous teachers]

This is a masterpiece with a distinctive personality. 1. Delicate thoughts and vivid descriptions. The author combines his own personal experience to tell us the real life and thoughts of the people sitting in the "last row". They have strong self-esteem and their own shining points. They are eager to understand and pay attention. The author expresses his thoughts vividly expressed. 2. Profound and inspiring. "There is always a 'last row', but there are no people who always sit in the 'last row'!" How to treat, understand, and care about "people who sit in the 'last row'" and how to make quality education no longer a formality , how to make students grow up healthily and happily is worthy of teachers' thinking. This is the in-depth thinking brought to readers by the clever selection of materials in this article. 3. The language is clever and humorous. Words such as "frontier", "vast land, sparsely populated, harsh climate," "eyebrows, winking," "local indigenous people," and "back garden" are vivid and add to the agility of the article.

Sincerity

A candidate from Jilin Province

People often say: "Sincerity is one of the most precious treasures of mankind." Some people also say: "Sincerity, true feelings, Authenticity is the three greatest gifts given to us by God. Once anyone lacks them, it will be difficult to be happy. "So, what is sincerity?

I can’t describe what sincerity is. I only know that it has neither weight nor volume, nor is it solid, liquid, or gas. It cannot be measured in terms of time, space or even money.

What exactly is sincerity? I think:

Sincerity is the true feeling of "the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wanderer".

Sincerity is the blessing of "I hope you will live long and travel thousands of miles to the moon".

Sincerity is the feeling of "being a stranger in a foreign land, missing your loved ones even more during every festive occasion".

Sincerity is the call of "If you are suffering from misfortune, please tell me."

Sincerity is the longing of "a small stamp, I am here and my mother is there".

Sincerity is the smile on dad’s face when he succeeds, and the encouragement and praise from mom.

Sincerity is the wrinkles on dad’s forehead when he fails, the tears in mom’s eyes, and the supporting hands of brothers and sisters.

Sincerity is the bright smile on grandpa’s face when he comes home, and the sweet candies in grandma’s drawer.

Sincerity is the round mooncakes brought from my hometown during the Mid-Autumn Festival, as well as the greetings from relatives.

Sincerity is the text messages sent from all directions during the Spring Festival, as well as the sincere wishes from friends.

This is sincerity, both simple and complex. It's simple, but you can't explain it clearly; it's complicated, but it's just a friendship between relatives and friends.

People who lack sincerity are like lost lambs, like ships with broken masts - confused and helpless.

The lack of sincere people is like a dead tree after the autumn wind, or an empty nest after the wild geese fly south - lonely and deserted.

Without sincere people, like a young plant on the Gobi Desert, lacking the moisture of rain and dew and the support of soil, it will be difficult to become a big tree.

People who lack sincerity are like a bird with broken wings, like a kite with broken strings, and it is difficult to fly into the sky.

Sincerity is: the flowing water when boating, the hands and feet when climbing, the lighthouse in the dark night, the shoulders when fragile...

Sincerity is a precious wealth, we all should Own it and cherish it; sincerity is the messenger of spring, we should put a stamp of youth on it and send it to all relatives, friends and people in need.

Comments from famous teachers

Sincerity is mostly used to describe feelings and is intangible. However, the author uses the method of "parallel + metaphor + quotation" to make it tangible, powerful and lyrical. Hearty. "This is sincerity..." In connection with the past, the following uses the form of "parallel + metaphor" to list the disadvantages of "people who lack sincerity", which contrasts with the "sincerity" above and gives people profound inspiration. At the end of the article, a topic is naturally formed, deepening the core, and the comprehensive use of various rhetorics throughout the article makes the article appear to be full of literary talent and swaying.

Reference: Sina High School Entrance Examination Channel

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