Things on my mind Full score essay 2008-07-03 18:53Things on my mind
Candidates from Hebei Province
The night is deep.
The watery moonlight shines through the glass, quietly shining on every corner of the dormitory, and on every peaceful face, dotted with even breathing, slight snoring, and the occasional turning over. The silence of the night.
I sat on the bed hugging the quilt and looked at the bright full moon in the sky, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The wisps of moonlight unknowingly stirred up my thoughts.
A year ago, it was also a night like this. A bright and even frightening full moon illuminated everything palely. I cried all night. I failed the high school entrance examination, and I failed in the essay that I have always been proud of! The shortcoming of 31 points is an astronomical number that cannot be made up. Cold tears rolled down my cheeks, "Bah!" I could clearly hear the sound of tears dripping down the pillow cover. I covered my mouth tightly with my quilt - I was afraid that the sound of sobbing would wake up my sleeping mother beside me. Under the moonlight, I clearly saw a few strands of white hair lying quietly on my mother's forehead. Oh my God! Did my parents’ three years of expectations and nearly a thousand days and nights of hard work build up such a beautiful dream just like this? No! I shouted to myself loudly in my heart: This setback is nothing! Stand up, you still have a chance to realize your dream!
So, a month later, I picked up my suitcase and went to a place far away from home to borrow a book, carefully collecting the incomplete dream, re-melting it, and forging it. , let fly.
So, every night like this, the wound in my soul aches faintly, as if I have returned to that night again and heard the sound of tears falling again - "ba"!
So, every time this thought surges in my mind, I tell myself: No matter what, I can't give up like this. I can't, and I'm not willing to, and I don't want to have another night like that again. I don't want to have another one like this today next year. Heavy thoughts.
Unknowingly, I fell asleep. Under the moonlight, my dream was like a flower bud waiting to bloom, exuding fragrance; my thoughts were like clouds covering the moon, gently dispersing...
This article is a blend of situations. The author is good at organically combining his inner activities with descriptions of scenery, using scenes to express emotions and fully express the unique psychological changes of a frustrated student. The blending of scenes is a wonderful state, and to achieve this state, it must be accomplished through language. The description of the scenery in this article is very detailed and vivid. The author skillfully uses metaphors, personification, exaggeration and other techniques, and intersperses some details (such as the sound of "ba" when tears fall), which reflects the author's ability to control language. (Zhu Wenqing)
My wish
It was late at night, and in my sleep, I gave birth to a pair of white and wide wings, which were intertwined with my wishes. It was so crystal clear, flashing with smart light, and took me away into the dark blue night sky.
Suddenly, dazzling white light filled my eyes, and I was in a large house. The air in the house was filled with a familiar smell, the smell of potion. I seemed to understand something in an instant, and looked down again. Oh my God! He was dressed in a neat white white coat, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, shining with cold white light. Isn’t this the angel in white that I look up to the most? This is me too! In other words... my wish came true? At this time, I felt indescribable excitement and excitement in my heart! This is what I dream of!
Just when I was immersed in this joy and wonder, I made some "yes" sounds in my pocket. When I took it out, it turned out to be a pocket computer, which contained all my information. Information on patients who have been treated or are currently being treated. So as long as there is anything strange about their body, I can know it immediately. not good! The heart disease patient in Ward 408 suddenly deteriorated and needed emergency treatment, so I turned on the accelerator switch on my shoes and arrived at the ward as quickly as possible. After determining the cause of the disease, I carried out rescue in a timely manner and saved a patient who was on the verge of life and death. life.
While working, I am also concentrating on researching drugs to resist various viruses. Now I am looking for new drugs to resist HIV. Eight years later, my ideas are getting clearer and clearer, and success is with me. As we got closer and closer, my heart became more and more excited, but I did not get carried away by it. Instead, I analyzed more calmly and observed more carefully. Because I don’t allow myself to give up halfway, no matter how many difficulties I face, they can’t weaken my determination to win!
Two years later, when I stood on the solemn podium and received the first Nobel Prize in my life, my heart surged, recalling the years of hardship and the joy of this moment. How insignificant it is in comparison! Developing a drug that can resist HIV is a unique honor and a testament to my ability and level!
It was getting brighter and I woke up from my sleep, with a firm and longing smile on my lips. For the world of my dreams, I will work tirelessly from now on to fight for my wishes!
My hometown
At dusk, a lonely figure stood in the center of the city's overpass, looking at the people coming and going under the bridge and the endless flow of vehicles, feeling a strong sense of homesickness. The feeling of longing filled my heart, and the feeling of longing was stretched so long and far away by the setting sun in the west.
I used to hate my hometown so much because of its poverty. I used to be so eager to leave my hometown because of its backwardness. Now, I am in this prosperous metropolis, counting the high-rise buildings on the streets, but all I care about is my hometown, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees in my hometown. When I carefully recalled the mountains and rivers of my hometown, I realized that I had never noticed anything about my hometown during my time there. I had turned a blind eye to the beauty of my hometown, the purity of my hometown, and the truth of my hometown.
The returning fallen leaves will cry out for attachment to the wind and fall into the dust. The soil will treasure its tears and breed new vitality in the mineral deposits. The longing grows wildly in the waiting, and the love for hometown spreads in the waiting. There are waves of golden waves floating in front of you, which are the mature charm of wheat seedlings. Lowering their heads to listen to the heavy breathing of wheat seedlings in the soil and the whispering of the wind in the crop fields, the villagers' hearts were filled with relief and tranquility. When I was a child, I would hold hands with my sister and shoot birds on the edge of the wheat field because I was afraid that the annoying sparrows would steal the fruits of my parents' labor. With a chirp, the little sparrow saw me running away. I shook my sister's hands excitedly for the escaped sparrow, as if I had become a daughter who could help or be useful to my parents. The childish little face was full of victory and pride, making it laugh at the autumn wind that was about to blow, and comfort the majestic wheat seedlings standing in the ground.
The river in my hometown quietly possesses the tranquility of her years. The small forest on the riverside looks calmly at the river opposite. From the white and green riverside, there are frequent sounds of frog drums, and dragonflies fly gently in the middle of the river. With one foot, they wake up the sleeping river water. There are flocks of wild ducks on the river, playing happily in the river. When I was a child, I had already taken off my shoes and walked to the edge of the river, waiting for the small fish that came to my door. The little fish seemed to be playing a game with me. It was obviously on the edge of the river, but the moment I stretched out my hand, it had already escaped to the depths of the river. I saw it sneaking out its round little head in the depths of the river, as if it was smiling at me triumphantly. I angrily picked up a lump of soil from the shore and threw it hard to the side of the small fish, but there was no one on the water except With a splash of water, the little fish swam away without a trace. I had no choice but to return to the bank of the river listlessly, sighed, and returned home empty-handed.
The hometown I miss, when I stare at the misty rain outside the window and listen to the beautiful and moving music, my heart is brought back to you. Having once touched the soul of the land, I knew that at this time I was on a high loess slope in the eastern half of the earth. In the open space on the slope, I sat on the ground, and the wind blew past me, blowing away the dust on my body and blowing away all my sadness and joy. I began to meditate quietly, and my mind had an extraordinary thought. When I was where I was, I didn't feel it carefully because my heart had long been blown away by the breeze. But now that I think about it, there is peace deep in my heart.
The hometown I miss, if my heart is a dove released in my hometown, then my warm nest must be you----my hometown. The autumn colors are like water, the spring scenery is bright, the starry sky in winter nights, and the blazing heat in summer are all I miss deeply. A tree, a piece of soil, a cloud, a mist, a gust of wind, and a drop of rain from my hometown all appeared before my eyes. After passing the winding path and coming to the forest by the river, I picked up a yellow leaf that fell on the ground. Looking at this fallen leaf, I conveniently hid it in the drawer of time, waiting for the opportunity of new life.
The traces of time cannot be hidden in the tall buildings of the city. Sooner or later, they will go elsewhere, and the fallen leaf hidden deep in the drawer in my hometown has traces of the passing of time. It has always been hidden in me. Deep in the soul.
I haven’t seen snowflakes flying in many years. It never snows in Shenzhen.
On a snowy day, my hometown is pure white. White roofs, white branches, white mountains, and white ground. Standing in the vast white world, my heart feels much purer. The wind suddenly picked up and blew up the firewood placed in front of the door. The thin branches fluttering in the wind looked thin in the cold wind. The big yellow dog guarding the door was too lazy to leave the den. He only stuck his head and raised his pointed ears to listen to the sounds outside the door. People in the village no longer do farm work and just stay leisurely at home. Farmers in twos and threes meet to play poker. The new wives gathered together to knit sweaters or embroidered insoles or pillowcases with wool in their hands. The naughty child set up a bamboo basket in the ground, waiting for the sparrow to come in so he could catch it.
The autumn wind was rustling and the leaves were falling. I walked slowly on the streets of the city, my thoughts drifting into the distance like the wind.
The people in my hometown are warm-hearted. Whenever you pass by a villager’s house, the villagers will always greet you enthusiastically or pull you into the house to chat about their daily routine. For elderly people who have no young labor force at home, the young men in the village always help them take care of the crops in the fields without hesitation and fill the water tanks for them. The villagers help and take care of each other with simple enthusiasm, without any intention or distracting thoughts, and just walk towards you with enthusiasm.
The metropolis at night is shrouded in mystery by neon lights in the distance, and everywhere is filled with warmth. Drunk young people in twos and threes staggered past, not forgetting to tease you. Beautifully dressed girls shuttled among the bustling crowd, full of energy. Thinking of the night in my hometown. The stars are shining brightly there, and the stars gather together, making the entire blue sky more refreshing and brighter.
Opening the window, the moon hung behind the willow branches, and the shadows of the willow branches were reflected in the full moon. The wind blew and figures moved around in the moonlight, so I quietly told her all my thoughts.
The moonlight is strong tonight, so I quickly make a wish and ask the breeze and the bright moon to bring my longing for my hometown to the yellow land where I was born and raised.
Hometown
Walking on the spring fields with gentle footsteps, grabbing a handful of soil, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly, and gently holding it It flies... The spring in the countryside is always vaguely beautiful, and the songs on the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. The wheat seedlings jointed in the moisture of sweat, and played a not beautiful but very moving melody with the drizzle blown by the breeze.
The early summer sunset shines on the river, and the afterglow of the sunset ripples back and forth with the microwaves. Coupled with a few fishing boats resting in the water, it forms the most beautiful picture of the small village.
On autumn mornings, the countryside is always shrouded in thick fog. Walking in the dense foggy mountain forest, you can also feel the artistic conception of "the sunrise and the forest blooming". A howling autumn wind blew by, and the trees began to become bare. Picking up a few yellow leaves gave me a deeper understanding of "the fallen leaves return to their roots".
The strong countryside can withstand the test of midwinter. Beautiful snowflakes float down, covering the deep mountain village with a holy coat. After a few snows, the warm spring is not far away...
Ah, my hometown! No matter how many books I read, I will never be able to finish reading about your beauty, no matter how many miles I travel, I will never be able to finish my thoughts on you. Your beauty and kindness have already been included in my luggage and are with me all over the world.
Nostalgia is a distant flute, melodious and profound; nostalgia is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; nostalgia is a jar of old wine, fragrant and mellow...
Don't say that the country road is long, no matter how long it is, it can't last as long as my thoughts; don't say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it can't be far away from my eyes; don't say that the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it can't be as high as my imagination. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people’s hearts.
Things on my mind
There is one thing that I keep pressing in my heart. When I think of it, I feel extremely wronged...
That was when I was in sixth grade. , which happens to be integrity education. Just a few days after school started, the teacher asked us to collect information. A week later, the teacher asked several classmates to draw cartoons to satirize corrupt officials. When I took the paper, I said to the teacher: "Teacher, I, I may not be able to draw." "Okay." "It's okay, just try your best to draw!" The teacher encouraged me, and my task was completed that night. The next day, the teacher gave each of us a piece of paper and asked us to write a handwritten newspaper. The classmates who received the paper were all smiling, but I was a little depressed, afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it well. Finally, I walked up to the podium and timidly said to the teacher: "Teacher, I may not be able to do it well this time." Unexpectedly, the teacher did not encourage me like last time, but patted the desk hard with his hand and started He scolded me: "Yang Zhen, do you always feel as if I am begging you to do something? You don't need to tell me. This is a task assigned to each class by the school. You go and talk to the principal!" This is the first time I have done this in front of everyone. Being criticized in front of me makes me feel extremely aggrieved. It hurts my self-esteem too much! I wanted to cry, but "men don't shed tears easily", so I held back, but the unsatisfactory thing kept turning in my eyes. That week, our group happened to be cleaning. I felt that there was endless energy in my body. I didn’t listen to the group leader’s words. I swept over and over again, went downstairs to take out the trash, rinsed the mop and mopped the floor again and again. , it seems that the word tired is missing from my "dictionary".
When I got home, my mother said: "You should reflect on yourself. I have long seen your pride and selfishness in the past few days!" I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and thought I don’t understand why pride and selfishness would be used on me. Is it wrong for me to tell the teacher that I can’t draw well? If I were proud, would I still do this? This seems to be some kind of virtue! Is selfishness the reason why I do this? It saves effort if you don’t write a handwritten newspaper! Forget it, I don’t think about it anymore. If I think about it again, I will wear a self-righteous hat again.
After dinner, my mother held a "struggle meeting" for me. "Why don't you write a handwritten newspaper? You must not only be afraid of not being able to do it, but you must have other purposes!" Mom said. "Isn't it because every time I run a newspaper with others, you always say that other people's good ones are like flowers, and mine are bad, like garbage." "Then why did the teacher choose you instead of others? This proves that you are doing a good job! "My mother asked again. After hearing her words, I felt unfair and thought to myself: "It's not you. If you don't say that I am doing things like rubbish, will I feel inferior? I think there is no one who can do things better than me? If you are selected, I must be incompetent, do things right, and discredit the teacher. What else do you think I have? "Oh, come on, if I am guilty of disrespecting my elders, I will be finished.
That night, I had a dream. I dreamed about Mr. Lu Xun’s era. The society was not a “people-eating” society, but a “child-eating” society. I saw Mr. Lu Xun in front of me. He said: “Save the child and understand the child’s heart.
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