I remember one day after school, I went home alone with my schoolbag on my back as usual. When I walked out of the subway station and walked to the door of the community, I saw a group of people around the door of the community. I went over to have a look. It turned out that an old man accidentally hit a child in the first grade of an electric tricycle. The child doesn't look hurt, but he is crying. Maybe it's because the child is young and has never experienced such a thing, so he cried!
The child's parents are yelling at grandpa: "Look at you, how did you hit my child!" " Grandpa quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The child's parents stubbornly said: "You are so old, you can't go far!" Grandpa said again, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." The child's parents went on to say, "Blame you? You hit my child. Who do you blame? Still blaming me? ！” Said, and pushed the grandpa, almost pushed grandpa to the ground.
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Seeing this, I quickly entered the gate of the community. On the way, I thought, "since the child is not injured, but there is some dust on his body, people have apologized." Let's forget about it. Why make anyone unhappy? Why are the parents of that child so narrow-minded? "
Through this incident, I understand that a person may encounter many unpleasant things in his life, and making mistakes is inevitable. When we are unhappy or make mistakes, we should be broad-minded and optimistic about ourselves, others and others. Only in this way can our society become better and more harmonious.
2. Write a composition, the topic is self-made, it should be true, and the storm caused by more than 500 words of events.
"ouch!" First there was a scream, then a cry. Before I knew what was going on, I fell off my bike heavily and found myself hurting a little brother. I quickly helped my little brother up and apologized to him, thinking, oh, this is a big disaster. What should I do? At this time, the little brother cried and said, "Sister, I was naughty on the road ... Woo, sister, it's okay." After listening to my little brother's words, I was immediately moved. I said to him, "that's very kind of you, but I still want to say sorry to you." Shall I take you to the hospital for dressing? " Little brother nodded and smiled.
Just as I was about to take him to the hospital, a figure appeared in front of me. She squatted down and eagerly asked her little brother, "Are you all right, son?"? Who did this? " When the aunt saw me standing in front of her, she understood something and asked, "Did you kill my son?" I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, aunt, I didn't mean to hurt my little brother at all." I didn't mean to hurt my brother. Please ... "Before I finished, my aunt snapped at me." Okay, there are many reasons for you to hit my son. Go to your parents. " More and more people are watching. "A child, don't care about anything with her." "Yes, yes, it's too bullying." Aunt yelled, "hey! It's none of your business, it's really nosy! " The little boy pulled at his mother's skirt. "Mom, it's my fault too ..." His mother said, "Don't worry. She hit you and should pay for it. " Aunt took my hand and asked me to show her the way. At this time, an uncle couldn't stand it anymore, so he gently said to his aunt, "You are an adult, how can you quarrel with children?" What's more, she has apologized with a good attitude. Why do you still cling to it? " Aunt flew into a rage: "She hit my son. Just an apology? " Uncle said: "Sister, to take a step back, the sky is vast, and people should understand and tolerate each other, so that the world will be better!" " "Aunt's face suddenly turned red. She said to me, "I'm sorry, little sister, it was my bad attitude just now." I said, "It's my fault. I'm sorry to ask you to apologize. "
Ha ha ha ... so a storm subsided.
3. Does writing have to be true? Send you one of my teaching and research papers! The novel has an insurmountable obstacle. Xu Jingde's composition in Sichuan Pengshan Qinglong Junior Middle School. Write about what's in your life, what's in your heart and what you want to say. These are the most basic and fundamental reasons for writing.
It is a need, a pleasure and a pleasure to write what you have seen, heard, thought, experienced and experienced in your composition. This is the correct way to write. Write along this road, and you will write more fluently, happily and successfully.
Some students said, can't the composition be fictional? There can be some fiction in the composition. The composition materials we find in our life sometimes seem to be insufficient. The composition written with it is thin but not thick, not vivid enough to impress people and highlight the theme.
At this time, it is necessary to change and add materials for patterning. This is a fictional work.
However, we must be clear about the boundaries between fiction and fabrication. Fiction has an insurmountable obstacle-fictional plots must be possible in life. If the plot can't happen in life at all, it belongs to the category of fabrication, which is the sworn enemy of composition.
Look at the following composition! The disease article says that my mother loves a classmate. My mother is an ordinary rural woman. Because the family is poor, my father works outside all the year round, and my mother shoulders the heavy responsibility of life.
Although she has a scorching sun on her head during the day and is busy at night, cooking, washing clothes and feeding pigs and ducks, she has never neglected her concern for me. Winter is a subtle and deep old man, but ruthless.
It was late at night, and it was quiet everywhere, except for the rustling of leaves and the howling of the wind like a wolf. The biting cold wind came from the grass cracks on the roof, from the cracks in the wall and from the crack in the door.
It attacked me mercilessly through a thin quilt. "It's so cold!" I can't help shivering.
Mother turned on the light and found waste paper to plug the seams one by one. The cold wind made her hair flutter, her hands red with cold and shivering, but she persisted.
She went back to the bed and touched my hand, sighed, rummaged through everything and found a thick dress, which my second aunt gave her. She gently covered me, then wrapped me in a quilt, but half of my body was exposed.
The cold wind is still blowing, and my mother is trembling from time to time, and her mouth is softly hissing. I approached her and drew back like an electric shock. Her body is too cold, like a popsicle.
I am busy tucking my mother in. But she held back the cold and said with a smile, "mom is in good health, and now she is burning." I don't want to report it. You are covered! " "Then she covered me with a quilt.
It turns out that my mother can also lie, but her lies are so beautiful and selfless love for me. The new semester began, and I watched my friends "fly" by the door with colorful schoolbags on their backs.
Look at that unrecognizable, tattered cloth bag. I envy it. Mom seems to have read my mind.
The next morning, my mother asked me and her to pull a cart of radishes to sell in the city. Mom was very happy all the way. She said to me, "Son, if you sell this radish, you can buy a new schoolbag and borrow some money to go to school." The weather is unpredictable, and the sky that was sunny just now suddenly thundered and it was stormy.
My mother trudged in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the storm. Suddenly, her foot slipped and she was cut by a branch on the side of the road. Suddenly, her blood flowed. "Mom, let's go home!" "Son, you go back first. Mom must sell this radish and buy you a new schoolbag. "
She said firmly. Moving on, blood poured out like a flood, and my mother gritted her teeth in pain and pulled it out desperately.
"Mom, mom!" I couldn't help crying and jumping into her arms. On another occasion, my mother went on a spring outing to sell blood for me, making her face pale and lying in bed for several days.
Mother's love is selfless and great, and I must try my best to make her return. But I know that my return and her love are water drops, not sea water.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Let me do my best! Comments and explanations (selected from Selected Compositions) There are mistakes in fabricating things in this composition, and many plots in the composition are impossible to happen in real life.
First of all, in the cold winter, "(Mom) wrapped me in a quilt, but she showed half of her body", which is absolutely impossible and false in real life. Because, in that way, not only the mother will freeze, but also the daughter will not be able to keep warm.
To deal with a cold, it should be "(Mom) wrapped me and her in a quilt, and the mother and daughter wrapped more tightly." Because it is impossible to "show half of yourself", the next "(mother's) body in the composition is like a popsicle.
Smiled and said ... "The plot is also false. Second, the plot of selling radishes to buy schoolbags is also impossible and false in real life.
How much is a schoolbag? Can a father who works outside the home all the year round not send money to his family? How can a mother who "has a scorching sun on her head during the day and keeps busy at night, cooking, washing clothes and feeding pigs and ducks" not earn a schoolbag? Even if ordinary farmers sell radishes in autumn and winter, how can the weather be "it was just a clear sky in Wan Li, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and it was stormy"? Mother struggled on the road with a cart. If "her foot slipped", she should fall in the middle of the road, at least on the side of the road. How could she "cut her foot on a branch by the roadside"? If mom's leg is really bleeding profusely, stop the bleeding quickly and go to a nearby hospital for treatment. If she continues to "bite her teeth and pull the cart desperately", she can only buy a schoolbag as a fantasy in the end, and a car full of radishes is not enough to see a doctor. Mom would never be so stupid. The fundamental reason for making up the mistakes in the composition is that the little author lacks a similar life. He has never spent that miserable cold night with his mother, nor has he seen how other people's mother and daughter spent that miserable cold night. I have never had the experience of pulling a cart to sell radishes, especially on rainy and muddy roads, and I have never seen how others pull a cart to sell radishes, especially on rainy and muddy roads ... The plot in the composition is taken for granted, how can it not be fake? Once the composition.
4.300-word essay is true, which is a real trivial matter.
It was while waiting for the bus in guangzhou east railway station, a casually dressed * * * suddenly ran to my side and said that he was from Hunan and wanted to work in Guangzhou. I don't want my fellow villagers to lose sight of them. My money and things have been stolen.
I hope I "lend" her dozens of dollars to buy a ticket back.
There are too many liars in society now. You can't tell what kind of people are liars and what kind of people need help. But intuitively, this woman doesn't like lying. In order to prevent being cheated, I haven't promised to give her money directly, and I'd rather queue up to help her buy a train ticket to Zhuzhou. After giving her the ticket, she insisted that I take out my class and write down my contact information. Before I left, I gave her the bag of instant noodles I bought at the station. The woman lifted her face and tears rolled down.
I forgot about it as soon as I arrived in Nanchang. A week later, I accidentally received a money order and a five-or six-page thank-you letter from rural Hunan. Attached to the letter is a family photo of a family of three.
This letter is from the woman I helped. Although the words are crooked, most of the contents can still be understood. She said that she wandered around the railway station for two days before borrowing money from me. In those two days, no one believed her and lent her a penny. Several men with ulterior motives had the cheek to take her to check in. She said that if she hadn't met me, she might have become a prostitute or a beggar by now.
This last sentence made me deep in thought: it turns out that a trivial rescue can actually change a person's fate. In that case, why should I save a person without extending these insignificant hands? Even if it is cheated once!
5. Write my story composition in the fifth grade. The word "I want to really grow up" is not strange to me. I am very proud, whether it is the praise of others or the idea in my heart, because I have grown up!
The cold north wind is blowing, and people in the street can't help shivering Unconsciously, autumn is drawing to a close, the trees have already withered, and only the pine and cypress are still elegant, while I am sitting in the classroom, starving! Time flies, I am alone in the classroom that is about to end. I thought of such a rich lunch at home and walked towards me step by step. . . Don't! Don't! I thought about it and I was starving, thinking!
"The bell. . . The bell broke the silence in the classroom. I ran out of the classroom, thinking about the tempting lunch on my way home. I can't help but speed up the pace! Unconsciously, I came to the door, and my mother, who had been waiting for me for a long time, was standing at the door, smiling at me: "Hungry, come in and eat, or it will get cold." "This simple sentence broke my long-cherished wish! I ignored my mother's words and rushed into the door, but I was disappointed by what I saw. A plate of ordinary cucumber and a bowl of steaming rice suddenly covered up the incomparable hunger. My mother looked unhappy and asked me kindly, "What's wrong with my health?" I turned around and looked at the meal that filled me with anger, and then at my mother's caring smile. I didn't say anything, so I threw my chopsticks aside and went to sleep in my room.
The warm quilt made me fall asleep quickly, and then the living room was surprisingly quiet. At this moment, the door opened and a chill blew in. I can't help shivering. Before I woke up, my mother's warm hands had covered the quilt for me, and my body gradually relaxed. My mother gently stroked my forehead with her hand: "Go to sleep, there is class in the afternoon!" " My mother's words are like a warm current of love surging in my heart. I saw my mother look so old in the dim light!
The north wind in the afternoon gradually stopped, and the sunset in the distance seemed so dazzling and golden. I looked up at the sky, still so beautiful! When I got home, I heard the familiar cooking sound from a distance. I ran into the house. In a flash, I saw my mother working hard and cooking a meal full of apologies to me. My eyes are getting moist, and I feel infinite regret. I regret why I treated my mother like that. I failed my mother's painstaking efforts. My mother's hair seems to be dyed white in the light, and the wrinkles seem to have deepened a lot. I seem to have understood something for a long time.
Since then, I have changed a lot, become sensible and considerate of others. So I grew up!
6. Truth is the soul of composition. Truth is the soul of composition. I especially like the compositions written by junior students. It is said that they still don't know how to choose materials, how to conceive, how to conceive, or even how to master the necessary language. But why are their compositions so kind, vivid and interesting? What kind of enlightenment does this give us? Words speak from the heart, which is the so-called "I write my heart by hand". They don't even make it up. They make it up. They always write what they are interested in and say what they want to say. Therefore, their composition is the expression of real thoughts and personal feelings, and it is the best interpretation of true feelings.
Therefore, in my opinion, the main characteristics of junior high school students' compositions are true, cordial, vivid and interesting. This composition should be against falsehood and affectation.
Making things up is a false performance. Isn't falsehood, big talk and rhetoric melodramatic? Such a composition is naturally not intimate. The most important principle of composition is "say what you want to say, say what you want to say, say what you want to say." An article entitled "Nothing to Write" expressed the true thoughts of the young author.
The composition "Big Buick" begins with a new car "Big Buick" bought from home, which not only shows that my mother said it was "expensive" and "equal to raising another son", but also shows that my father humorously said to the little author "You are my good daughter and Big Buick is my good son", which shows the warmth and happiness of the family. There is also eating chicken every day, which is derived from "chickens are hatched from eggs" Out of the author's imagination, "eating eggs every day" is regarded as "eating chickens every day" to express his mother's wish that he "grow up quickly"
These compositions are not melodramatic at all, and they feel very cordial after reading them. The vividness of composition is not deliberately carved by language and words. Generally speaking, the language and writing of junior students' compositions are simple and simple, and even adjectives are rarely used. However, no matter who wrote the notes, their feelings are very vivid and natural, which is a true reflection of life.
Sleeping bag and aunt and sister call each other kangaroo baby and kangaroo mother and sister, respectively. They should be called aunt, aunt and sister and me according to their seniority. Clever cock, two little monkeys, dressed as a horse in the Year of the Horse, a gift from Mickey Mouse, and a polite monkey king are all written naturally and smoothly, without any trace of an axe. The vividness of composition is reflected in the real picture of life and the author's true feelings.
Most junior students' compositions are full of childlike interest. 28 degrees, I have a fever. My mother asked what the temperature was at school, and I blurted out "28 degrees". "White hair" is associated with grandma's white hair, but it says, "When you have white hair, I will call you mom, not grandma, and you won't feel old"; "I" in "preparation" wants to "prepare" for "how to be a good sister", but asks menstruation: "Can my little brother be regenerated in the future?" ..... This is inseparable from their age, experience, experience and ability and way of understanding things. They write whatever they think. Naturally, these compositions are as innocent as they are, showing a strong childlike interest.
The composition of junior students is a mirror. How to write a composition? We might as well learn from it, that is, we must proceed from real life, express what we see, hear, think and feel, and truly show the colorful life.
7. Write a true composition, as long as it is true.
At the beginning, the language was poor, so how to write almost all those sentences and words was boring to read.
After writing, with the accumulation of extra-curricular language, my literary talent flies between the lines. Although the text is rich, it is still childish, and the whole composition is "telling the truth" from top to bottom.
I write again, get old and read widely. I don't know when I started. I don't want to write down my real life in words or even in my diary! I am not hypocritical in life, but looking at myself through my composition seems to be really changing. Don't! What I love most is truth! I rummaged through everything, found out what I wrote, chewed it carefully, and tried to find my true self-one who didn't know how to lie and fabricate.
Now when I write, I suddenly find that what I am trying to pursue is not gorgeous language, but simple and charming language full of true feelings. Excuse me: Are Tagore's poems gorgeous? No, but it has been loved by hundreds of millions of readers! Are Bing Xin's works gorgeous? No, it is full of emotion, and many people shed tears! Is Zhu Ziqing's prose gorgeous? No, but his name still shines in the heart of the world ... What are his real feelings? And I should get rid of hypocrisy to learn the truth, bring my real pen to describe the real world, and leave me the most real memories and the most real life. ...
As long as it is a real person and a real heart, I believe that what I love most is truth!
8. Write a composition to be a true self-sea, not afraid of the wind and waves, just rush; High mountains, not afraid of the sky, stand proudly; People, not afraid of bumps, just want to be down-to-earth and be themselves in a complex world. This is also an honor.
Sima Qian, a genius of a generation, was still strong when he was humiliated by castration. In the eyes of others, he lost his dignity as a human being, but insisted on being the truest self. Undaunted by his fate, he wrote "Historical Records", the eternal swan song. Who would have thought that at the moment when his life was frightened by the darkness, at the moment when many people could not accept it, he survived. Who doesn't know Sima Qian now, and who doesn't know that "the historian is a swan song, and Li Sao has no rhyme"? In the face of difficulties, he still held his head high. When he was at a loss, he strengthened his belief and became the truest and bravest self. Made his unique brilliance.
May 2008 12 was a day that shocked the world. On this day, nature gave mankind a merciless blow, and Sichuan collapsed in the earthquake. When the sky is falling, green camouflage holds up the hope of life. He raised the flag, but he fell quietly; He saved others but sacrificed himself. In that black background, his 26-year-old youth is the brightest light. In the face of great disasters, as a soldier, he stubbornly stuck to his post, with the breath of a soldier in his brow and the charm of the people's soldiers in his gestures. He is the greatest man. In the face of disaster, he stuck to his post as a soldier, being the truest self, dedicating himself and helping others.
Some people say: Only in clever Fiona Fang can you dance the most beautiful dance. In that small space, you can do what you are most capable of doing in your own life. This is the most real and wonderful.
Lei Feng gave others a love in his frugality, which he thought was within his power. Jin Jing still maintains the dignity of the country when encountering difficulties. He used a beautiful smile to convey strength, and she let the world know the sanctity of the Olympic Games and the pride of China people. Lili encourages others with her disabled body. He poured his spiritual food on others. He believes that his disability will not affect her beauty, and they live for themselves from their own perspective. They are the truest and brightest self.
Bi Shumin said; I am not beautiful, but I am confident. From our own standpoint, we should all be ourselves confidently, be down-to-earth and achieve our brilliant life.
About the truth, it would be better for some people to see what strange "treasures" others have. I almost sighed in my heart: "Nothing, I saw their benefactor's life hanging by a thread. For us young people, who would have thought that it is these people who are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality that I will be as fast as lightning, and what is shocking is those so-called "adults"
After class on Friday, in the author's pen, mothers with different personalities express the same love! "
The patrolmen didn't give up tracking because of Bear's chicken out, but immediately followed, and then ... I dare not think about it any more. "
Let's join hands and be honest. The hero I mistook for self-sacrifice turned out to be a sanctimonious "bear", but are there very few such people in life? Knowing that it is wrong, you still have to go your own way; Obviously, it is a heavy blow to violate moral standards and take it for granted. I didn't expect the station to be crowded and there were so few cars that day. I drove away backwards, just boasting desperately, for fear that others would bite off more than they could chew under their own flattery, until I was exhausted and enjoyed it, and I spent some money on meals to make sense for myself.
"Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, even in the cold winter, it will make your heart feel warm. My heart melted completely at once-he was going to drive to a place far away from us to create a harmonious society. Seeing that, my first reaction was to get off as soon as possible. There must be something wrong with the car. Maybe there will be an explosion or something.
After everyone got off the bus, the master couldn't wait to lock the car door. The ambitious "dutiful son" worried the sick parents into illness. Then came the driver's anxious cry. The master thought it would be safe as long as he got rid of the police car, but he never imagined that everything was under the control of the patrol. Escaping from reality is pushing yourself deeper into the abyss.
These fascinating practices are really too extreme, unimaginable and can be changed. They praise maternal love in words and talks, and show their reverence for their mothers to the fullest. But few people compare maternal love to spring rain and mountain peaks, leaving some truth for themselves and candles. As the saying goes: "A thousand people are different. It is not surprising that teenagers are so hypocritical, and obviously others are not so good. " Everyone has different characteristics from others. Embrace others with gratitude.
Some students from poor families hold their heads high at school and show off their great ambitions. "Thought for a moment. Needless to say, dressing up is a popular costume party. Some students are used to flattery without reality, and it is inevitable to find a grandiose excuse for themselves when their true colors are revealed. Obviously, it is a road of no return and it is difficult to understand. " To err is human, but when I turned around, I saw several patrolmen with stunned faces. At this moment, I suddenly realized that I arrived at the station like lightning. I thought I could get on the bus. I waited a long time before I got on the bus. Everyone swarmed and immediately surrounded the car.
As soon as I got on the bus, I was thinking about the article of this small competition. Just as I was preparing the content, my car suddenly stopped and I just stared at him.
My hero moment has not yet arrived; Motherly love is a breeze, a breeze and a clear spring, which makes your body and mind feel cool even in hot summer; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years ... "
Whenever I hear similar famous sayings, my heart will always be shocked. I really can't understand why some people always compare maternal love to sunshine.