model essay
far and near
Senior three (1) Zhou Zijian
I stayed for two reasons: first, my home is too far from school; Second, mom is so annoying. Home is far away, and it takes an hour and a half to go to school without accommodation, which wastes time; Mom is so annoyed that if she doesn't stay, she will have to listen to her nagging all day. She can't stand it.
Of the two, the latter is more critical. Whether eating, sleeping, urinating, scolding, or comforting and encouraging, my mother has the ability to break a sentence into three sentences, as if she wants to say anything up and down, and it is amazing like the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. As a son, I really can't bear it. Fortunately, there are boarding places in high school, so I can escape. Rao is so, still three text messages a day all day. Back to the dormitory at night, at eleven o'clock, my mobile phone rang, saying, "The temperature will be low tomorrow, I hope to wear more clothes", but I smiled bitterly.
So I want to run away from home, away from her, at least leave my ears alone. I think I am strong enough. I don't need my mother to be my "strong backing", as long as she can stop nagging me.
I thought so until this summer.
I never knew it would be so cold in summer. It's hot, but there's no life. The bird outside the window sticks to the branch, but opens its mouth but makes no sound. The former competition leader teacher continued to talk about what seemed to be a summary, but I didn't listen to anything.
In the Beijing team, I was the only one who didn't win the prize, not even the lowest bronze medal. There's only one entry permit.
My five years of hard work, five years of hard work, the accumulation of hundreds of problems, and the calculation and design day and night have brought me a competition certificate, a competition certificate.
The leading teacher patted me on the shoulder, and I reluctantly smiled and said, "It's okay." Yes, I am strong enough not to be sad that my five-year efforts have come to nothing; Such a trivial matter won't make your strong self sad, will it? I asked myself.
I shook hands with the contestants to say goodbye. I went back to the dormitory. It was Saturday, and all my classmates went home. I locked the door behind me. After all, I am strong enough to cry for such a trivial matter, which is too unmanly for people to see.
But now I'm the only one. Is it okay if I'm not strong for a while? Just thinking, the phone rang.
I picked up the phone. Mom. She said, "I see. Nothing. "
Then she began to break one sentence into three. She said that there is no such thing as a competition, and the fairy can't beat it. She said that it would be good to be admitted, and it is an experience to compete with national experts; She said that your team leader spoke highly of you and has been working hard and so on. She said, will you come back? She cooked a large portion of bone soup. She said, why don't we eat out? Mom's treat: she said grandma made a sauce elbow, and you can take it to the dormitory when you come back this time. ...
It's really annoying It's like she's standing right in front of me, nagging and not letting me interrupt. I can almost see the soup stains on her apron and smell the big bone soup, which is as rare as death, as warm as the spring sunshine and can melt almost all the ice in the world.
"Well, I'll go back. Stew well. "
Well, I was really strong and didn't cry at all.
In fact, the home is quite close to the school, and it only takes an hour and a half to drive. As for the idea of staying away from my mother, it is even more impossible: as long as she nags, it is like standing in front of me. It seems that we can only bear it.
Who let me be her son and she be my mother?
[opinion]
This composition sincerely and bravely wrote a setback on the road of growth, and analyzed its positive value through the deduction of "far and near", which is very characteristic in material selection. The "far and near" in this paper contains two dialectical relations: 1. The "distance between home and school" can be conditionally transformed in the hearts of children who are afraid of home or homesick; My relationship with my mother can also be changed. Clear and chewy. (Instructor: Du Ping)