The teacher said, "I think it is very fragile." It is the root of all kinds of mistakes and a stumbling block to your success. "
I keep my teacher's words firmly in mind and try to find and overcome my weaknesses. I seem to be born timid. I dare not speak in front of everyone or raise my hand in class.
Once the teacher asked me to read the text, and I was so nervous that my voice changed. Made the students laugh.
After class, I suddenly realized that cowardice is fragility and I must overcome it. From then on, I carefully prepared lessons before class, actively tried to read the text in class, raised my hand to speak, and gradually I was not afraid, and my expression ability and reading ability were greatly improved, which was praised by the teacher.
I still have some vanity. I can't stand the public criticism of my elders.
Once menstruation came to my house, I announced at the dinner table that my cousin had won the prize in the school composition contest, and my father immediately pointed to my nose and said, "Look at her sister!" " "A word makes me blush. I wish I had a crack in my face. After eating something at random, I hid in my room and secretly cried.
Crying and crying, the teacher's words rang in my ear again: the biggest defect of personality is … well, really. Do people look down on you just to motivate themselves to live up to their expectations and make progress? Hello, cousin. Is there no other study object? It seems that vanity is also fragile and must be overcome and defeated.
From then on, I worked hard and practiced hard, and finally won the second prize in the city composition competition. I remind my parents not to make public, because overcoming vulnerability is my main gain.
In fact, in the process of practicing writing hard, I also wavered. I read a lot of books, observed a lot of things, and wrote one article after another, but I didn't make progress, so I lost confidence.
At this time, I opened my notebook and saw a line: vulnerability is a stumbling block on the road to success. I was shocked and picked up the pen again.
With the help of teachers, parents and classmates, my composition finally got up. Oh, vacillation is also a kind of fragility. I overcame it and achieved success. There are all kinds of fragility, and there are many stories about my victory over fragility. Because of the time, I will stop here.
Friend, do you want to pursue the perfection of personality? Please learn to overcome your weaknesses first. Please adopt it.
2. Composition with narrative techniques: childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories piled up like mountains. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful and there were many things worth remembering. ...
As long as I can remember, my sister's class has kept two chickens. I go to see chickens as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hen laid eggs, and the chicks will hatch in the eggs. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this, I heard voices. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity has finally come. ...
That day, the hen went to find food for the chicken. The naughty cock was not at home and ran out to play. Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " If you send them like this, you will die. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...
Although it has been a long time, although I was still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to forge ahead, never back down.
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Learn to overcome your vulnerability.
When we first entered middle school, the teacher asked us, "What do you say is the biggest defect of personality?" Some of us say pride, some say hypocrisy, and some say jealousy. The teacher said, "I think it is very fragile." It is the root of all kinds of mistakes and a stumbling block to your success. " I keep my teacher's words firmly in mind and try to find and overcome my weaknesses.
I seem to be born timid. I dare not speak in front of everyone or raise my hand in class. Once the teacher asked me to read the text, and I was so nervous that my voice changed. Made the students laugh. After class, I suddenly realized that cowardice is fragility and I must overcome it. From then on, I carefully prepared lessons before class, actively tried to read the text in class, raised my hand to speak, and gradually I was not afraid, and my expression ability and reading ability were greatly improved, which was praised by the teacher.
I still have some vanity. I can't stand the public criticism of my elders. Once menstruation came to my house, I announced at the dinner table that my cousin had won the prize in the school composition contest, and my father immediately pointed to my nose and said, "Look at her sister!" " "A word makes me blush. I wish I had a crack in my face. After eating something at random, I hid in my room and secretly cried. Crying and crying, the teacher's words rang in my ear again: the biggest defect of personality is … well, really. Do people look down on you just to motivate themselves to live up to their expectations and make progress? Hello, cousin. Is there no other study object? It seems that vanity is also fragile and must be overcome and defeated. From then on, I worked hard and practiced hard, and finally won the second prize in the city composition competition. I remind my parents not to make public, because overcoming vulnerability is my main gain.
In fact, in the process of practicing writing hard, I also wavered. I read a lot of books, observed a lot of things, and wrote one article after another, but I didn't make progress, so I lost confidence. At this time, I opened my notebook and saw a line: vulnerability is a stumbling block on the road to success. I was shocked and picked up the pen again. With the help of teachers, parents and classmates, my composition finally got up. Oh, vacillation is also a kind of fragility. I overcame it and achieved success.
There are all kinds of fragility, and there are many stories about my victory over fragility. Because of the time, I will stop here. Friend, do you want to pursue the perfection of personality? Please learn to overcome your weaknesses first.
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4. Ask for a short essay using narrative techniques, about 600 words, which makes me a little vain.
I can't stand the public criticism of my elders. Once menstruation came to my house, I announced at the dinner table that my cousin had won the prize in the school composition contest, and my father immediately pointed to my nose and said, "Look at her sister!" " "A word makes me blush. I wish I had a crack in my face.
After eating something at random, I hid in my room and secretly cried. Crying and crying, the teacher's words rang in my ear again: the biggest defect of personality is … well, really.
Do people look down on you just to motivate themselves to live up to their expectations and make progress? Hello, cousin. Is there no other study object? It seems that vanity is also fragile and must be overcome and defeated. From then on, I worked hard and practiced hard, and finally won the second prize in the city composition competition.
I remind my parents not to make public, because overcoming vulnerability is my main gain. In fact, in the process of practicing writing hard, I also wavered.
I read a lot of books, observed a lot of things, and wrote one article after another, but I didn't make progress, so I lost confidence. At this time, I opened my notebook and saw a line: vulnerability is a stumbling block on the road to success.
I was shocked and picked up the pen again. With the help of teachers, parents and classmates, my composition finally got up. Oh, vacillation is also a kind of fragility. I overcame it and achieved success.
There are all kinds of fragility, and there are many stories about my victory over fragility. Because of the time, I will stop here. Friend, do you want to pursue the perfection of personality? Please learn to overcome your weaknesses first.
There is another one below: "What about the antelope?" My mother suddenly asked me. Mom said that antelope is a handicraft carved from black hardwood.
Dad brought it back to me from Africa. It's always in the corner of my desk.
At the moment, my heart is pounding because I gave it to my good friend Wan Fang yesterday. "Didn't dad say it was for me?" I whispered.
"I know I gave it to you, but where is it now?" My mother's eyes fixed on me. I found that things were not as simple as I thought.
"I put it away." "Where is it? Show me. "
Mom seems to see that I'm lying. Because I stood there motionless and looked down at her.
"Honestly ... is it for sale?" Mother became very strict. "I didn't sell it ... I gave it away."
I feel my voice trembling. "To whom? Tell me. "
Mother put her hand on my shoulder. "I gave it to Wan Fang. She is my best friend. "
"You go and get it back now!" Mother said firmly, "How can you give away such a precious thing?" Or I'll go with you! ""no! " I cried and shouted. My father came in to listen to my mother's story. He lit a cigarette quietly and said to me slowly, "It's not impossible for a child to give something, but it depends on what he sees."
Such expensive things are not like snacks and a box of sweets. How can you make your own decisions? "Dad's voice has always been calm, but with an irresistible force." You already gave it to me. "
"Yes, dad gave it to you, but you are not allowed to give it away!" I have no reason. I feel very sad when I think that they will soon force me to go to Wan Fang to get the antelope back.
They don't know what kind of good friend Wan Fang is. We have been together since kindergarten.
She studies well and is not selfish at all. We are inseparable, and the Chinese teacher calls us "two in one".
Last week in physical education class, all our classmates put on the new sportswear we just bought. After jumping over the goat, we caught the young trees and played around them.
Accidentally, my pants were cut by branches. I sat under the tree and secretly wiped my tears. I love my pants, and I'm afraid of being told when I go home.
Wan Fang stopped playing and sat next to me sighing. Suddenly, she jumped up and patted * * and said, "Let's change first. My mother is a senior tailor. She can sew up the big hole in her trousers so that she can't see at all. "
At that time, I thought I was saved, so Wan Fang and I exchanged pants. Later, I heard that her mother made her stand against the wall for an hour for this matter.
"Why didn't you say the pants were mine?" She smiled: "My mother is a mother-in-law. If she knows, she will let your mother know sooner or later. " I want to change my pants.
She casually said, "Forget it, I've been standing for an hour anyway. If changed, you have to stand for two hours ... "Until now, I still wear her sweatpants. Every time I go to physical education class, I feel sorry for her when I see that long scar on her pants.
Yesterday, Wan Fang came to my house to play. I saw that she especially liked the antelope on my desk, so I picked it up and handed it to her and said, "Here you are, we will always be good friends … forever!" " "She is also very excited. She took a small machete out of her pocket and handed it to me.
I don't know when grandma stood at the door. She must have wanted to say something, but she didn't.
At this time, my mother took out an iron box of candy from the cupboard and said to me, "My mother doesn't understand. You give this box of candy to your good friend ... that antelope, even mom and dad are reluctant to give it away! " "I saw the preciousness of the antelope in my mother's eyes. She looked at me with her father as if waiting for something.
I know that things are irreversible and tears are running down my cheeks. The room is very quiet.
Grandma suddenly said, "Forget it, it's not good." Mother handed me the candy box and said, "You don't know what a precious wood carving this is!" " "I can't stand it anymore. I pushed open my mother's candy box and ran out in the rain.
I walked all the way with the knife that Wan Fang gave me in my hand. what can I say? Will she be my friend as before? Definitely not. I tapped on the door.
The door opened and Wan Fang reached out and pulled me in. "Wan Fang ..." I stood in the aisle and refused to go any further.
"What's the matter with you? Did you get hit without an umbrella? " Wan Fang looked at me strangely. "No ..." I slowly took out a knife from my pocket. "Can you give me back the antelope ..." I could hardly hear my voice.
Wan Fang paused, didn't pick up the knife, just bit his lip and looked at me. I lowered my eyes and dared not look at her. "I didn't speak well yesterday. How can you do this? " I tried not to cry.
5. 200 interesting summer stories using interpolation
During the summer vacation, my mother took me fishing in the pond. A fence was built around the pond, and many green trees were planted outside the fence. There is an aisle where people can walk, and there are several birds singing in the sky, which makes me want to see what the pond looks like as soon as possible. When I entered the fence, we immediately started fishing. As soon as I fished, I caught two or three fish, and soon I caught a small bucket of fish and jumped around happily. After a while, I grabbed it with a jerk. Wow! A shrimp, this shrimp is silvery white, and its two beards stand high, as if to say, "Look at me!" " Suddenly, a white bird flew by. I asked my mother, "What kind of bird is this? "Mom said;" This is an egret. "A Line of Egrets Up to the Sky" is about egrets. "I asked," is the sky dead? "Mom smiled and replied," If you fly into the blue sky, how can you die? "I thought: I'm so funny, I can't even tell flying into the blue sky from dying, really! Later, we caught a lot of fish. Although the weather is very hot, we are still very happy. I think: next time I will ask my mother to take me fishing here.
6. It should be vivid to describe a person's growing years in a narrative way. However, for me, a middle school student who has just entered senior one, growing up is more like a five-flavor bottle, which contains everything, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. And those lingering troubles are shrouded in my heart like dark clouds, which has become a hidden pain in my heart. I don't want to be short about the height problem, but who can blame? Can you blame me? Today, I was walking alone in the corridor and met some boys. They opened their mouths and said, "Ha, the altitude is really high!" I can't help crying when I hear this. How could they do this to me? I'm just a little short. I slowly went downstairs and ran to a corner where no one was there, quietly drying my tears. Then I hurried back to the dormitory. My roommates saw that my eyes were red and asked me, "What's the matter?" I turned my head and said, "Nothing." But they kept asking, "What happened?" I don't know what to tell them. I was so angry that I ran to the corner of the playground to avoid them. The moon came out, cold; The cold wind blew on me, and it was very cold. At that time, my mood was beyond anyone's understanding, and I was very painful. Facing the moon, I made countless wishes and prayed to God to make me so high overnight. I remember one time, I was alone on the bus. When I went to buy a ticket, an aunt said, "Little friend, let your mother buy it for you." Aunt, I am fourteen years old. How can I be a child? What's more, I came alone. Hearing this, the aunt murmured, "I am only fourteen years old and so short." "I am really sorry to hear this, and I feel very ashamed. It seems that people around me are laughing at me and talking about me ... growing up, being short has brought me countless troubles. How I hope to grow taller, how I look forward to growing taller! Students, can you understand me? Teacher's comment: Writing is the need of self-expression and self-talk. The little author is "Write my heart with my handwriting and express my feelings with my pen". The article is sincere and simple. Two typical examples are selected to highlight the theme, with distinct levels, complete structure, plain and moving language, good at using the environment to describe and contrast the emotions of characters, clever use of episodes, and smooth and seamless writing. Literature is a study of people and minds, and it is a study of bumps and bumps. Article, only with tears and laughter can we get a real life.