On this day, I did well in the math exam. Although I know the word "can't be proud", vanity is still sprouting in my heart. After class, I put the test paper in my book and went out to play. In fact, when I went out to play, I exposed the bright red "99" outside.
After school, on my way home, I skipped happily, and the wild flowers on the roadside swayed in the wind, as if to congratulate me; Morning glory blows the trumpet to congratulate me; Ye Er, with dense trees, sang the symphony sasha vujacic in the wind, as if cheering for me; By the river, willow branches and leaves dance in the wind, as if dancing for me ... Everything is so beautiful. Suddenly, I tripped over something hard. When I came to my senses, it turned out to be the first step. I was about to stand up, but suddenly a pain hit me and I opened my pants. Ah, the wound! I can't help but get scared. I saw that the wound was still mixed with some pebbles and sand, and blood kept flowing out of the wound, staining the surrounding sand and stones.
I overcame the pain, stood up and kicked on the steps with my feet. Bang, I cried with my toes in my arms, but I didn't lose my steps. It is this step, as a teacher told me: steps are like all kinds of difficulties in life, which always hinder our success, but if we can bravely overcome them and patiently accept them, then this step will lead us to the door of success, and modesty, kindness, courage and persistence are the keys to our success.
When I am on my way to success, I will definitely remember this simple poem: Difficulties are like spring. Strong is weak, weak is strong. I think: Bill Gates also came from such a trivial matter.
Failure is the mother of success. Steps are like the ups and downs of life, but don't forget where you fell and where you must get up. This is the inspiration for success.
2. The imitation composition of "Steps" helped me find 1 article to learn: a subject got poor grades at first, but later, through hard work and consulting the teacher, my grades improved my life step by step: it was not easy to eat foreign fast food before, but now I want to eat it; I couldn't afford to wear clothes from specialty stores before, but now it's very common; You can also write about the country's economic construction from a big perspective.
It's best not to write since childhood, because it's too vulgar. Too many people write model essays like this: I found them in Baidu, so I use them for reference. Don't copy them, or steps that are not easy to find. Sun Jia's fourth edition has always had a good impression on the steps, which is probably innate. But the first step of remembering makes me very painful.
This step is in grandma's yard. It's always rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather-beaten steps become extremely smooth and grow some moss.
Every rainy day, all the people in the yard are trying to find this point step by step. Grandma has warned me many times to walk slowly and leisurely, but I still let her down.
If I remember correctly, I was five years old that year and it was rainy season. I took pocket money to buy bubble gum. Xiao Ao in the courtyard said that this bubble gum is a new banana flavor and can be blown to the boss.
When I was hesitating to buy one or two, I accidentally fell down. The process of how to fall has been blurred, as if it were completed in an instant.
When my head hit the ground heavily, I saw two stone lions grinning at the gate of the town and laughing at the little bubbles I blew. Gradually, the two stone lions turned blood red, and I felt dizzy, and then I felt severe pain. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself being picked up by others. There were many people around me, but I couldn't hear their voices, as if the world had become a vacuum.
Later, I learned that the fall was really not light, and my left eyebrow was broken. Now I can't help but feel my broken eyebrows and lament that there is no chance to be a "beautiful girl" in my life when I sing the sentence describing Daiyu, "Two bends are like frowning, but a pair of eyes are like happiness but not happiness". I thought I would be afraid of the steps from now on, but I like the steps more and more in my heart.
I was inexplicably excited to see the steps, so I couldn't help walking around. In junior high school, there was a step on the playground to guide practice.
A girl with fair skin and good figure will be there on time every day, facing us and taking us to do exercises vigorously. Later, I gradually learned that she is one grade higher than us, and she is a good child with all-round development. She is often the first in her grade.
During that time, I listened to Stephanie's Start over and over again. Just one day when I was doing exercises, the sun shone on her face, and the whole figure was plated with gold. The melody of Venus popped out of my ear unconsciously, and I suddenly felt that she was Venus, holy and radiant. A year later, of course, she was admitted to the best high school in this city.
On the steps, there is also a girl who leads the exercise. Although doing exercises is not inferior, I always feel something is missing when I am free. High school days are dull and boring, just like being in a battlefield filled with smoke and a bloody world.
I always take my history books, secretly run to the stands of the sports ground, walk to the highest step, sit quietly and start reading the pre-Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. I like to travel through history, be a passer-by, look at the dust of the dynasty and escape from great pressure for a while. When you are tired, put on earplugs and listen to BON JOVI's "This is My Life" to relax your tired heart in his screams.
Before the college entrance examination, a photo of a university was posted on the bedside. There is a spacious step in the photo. Countless students came down the steps wearing bachelor robes and hats with diplomas, and their faces were full of confidence and pride. I am as devout as a Christian.
3. Write a "step" composition. The steps of life are nurtured by family, taught by teachers and tempered by friends.
Footsteps are everywhere, everywhere, but that only makes your body move forward, not your spirit. The pace of life is invisible, and it helps our thoughts progress every day.
Every look in the teacher's eyes and the concern of classmates is not to give your life a step! In my study, if I am perfunctory in class, the teacher's eyes remind me to be serious. At this time, the steps in my heart will gradually increase, reminding me to study hard. During the exam, when I am complacent, the teacher will give me a look, with praise and criticism, praising me for doing well in the exam and criticizing me for being arrogant. As the saying goes, "Modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind", how can I stop moving forward because of a small victory?
I should work harder. At this time, my heart will gradually form a step, a step of hard work.
When you encounter all kinds of setbacks in life, students will help you secretly. Once, I fell down while running and was black and blue. When my head is broken, my classmates will come around one by one, some will give me paper towels, some will comfort me, some will help me and take care of me. At that time, I was surrounded by a lot of love.
Some people will cast a disdainful glance and proudly say, "What kind of injury is this? Are you making such a fuss? " Yes, this injury is nothing, don't make a fuss, just get up where you fell, because we are energetic teenagers! The steps to promote my courage came one after another. Sometimes, I lie for fear of being scolded, and then I blush.
My parents knew I was lying, but they didn't say anything. It's just that they are strict and alert to me with gentle eyes. After a long time, they will tell the truth like this. I don't understand why, but I should be the one buried in my heart. It's a look, but it's a compliment. There's still a step in life.
Steps are big and small, but they come to an end step by step, but the illusion on the steps of life will disappear with thoughts, leaving only brilliant and profound steps of life.
4. Write a 500-word essay by imitating "steps". Every day, we go home by the stairs. The echo of the stairs is always loud, and my father's banging footsteps shake my eardrums one after another. The footsteps are as familiar as my father's, but this day I just listened and didn't go upstairs. The image came before my eyes.
I forget how long ago it was. That day, my face was dark, as if I had been pierced with a hole. It kept raining and the kindergarten was closed. Unfortunately, I had a fever that day, which was so bad that I couldn't afford to get out of bed. My family was afraid of my accident, so I asked my father to take me to the hospital. However, there are so few buses on rainy days that I found no buses when I arrived at the station, let alone buses to the hospital every hour. Not only that, every passing taxi always has passengers. When my father saw this scene, he got up and ran away quickly without thinking. "Knock, knock, knock ..." When I was young, that powerful step was branded in my memory. He ran behind my back in the storm, running and running. When his feet landed, there was a splash on the ground. The last spray didn't fall, and there was a new spray. In this way, I forgot how long I had been running. When he arrived at the hospital, although he was wearing a raincoat, his pants were all wet.
I still remember when I was very young, I liked to let my father learn from horses, and then I sat on his back. "Wipe ..." This is the sound of my father's knees and instep rubbing against the floor. Then when he is happy, he will pick me up, rotate, rotate, which is the sound of crushing. Sometimes, he will let me ride on his shoulders, and I will tremble with his footsteps ... Now, my father is busy with work, and sometimes he can't go home until late at night. When he comes home, his footsteps are always so light for fear of waking his sleeping family. In fact, I was awakened by the sound of his opening the door. In order to realize his wish, I pretended to be asleep.
"What are you doing in a daze down there?"
"Nothing, I'll go up." I just remembered that I haven't gone up the stairs yet.
Upstairs, I saw my father, and I found that he had a few more silver wires. What hasn't changed is his reliable footsteps, which have been echoing in my heart.
5. Write a 500-word composition by imitating "steps". Every day, we go home by the stairs.
The echo of the stairs is always loud, and my father's banging footsteps shake my eardrums one after another. The footsteps are as familiar as my father's, but this day I just listened and didn't go upstairs.
The image came before my eyes. I forget how long ago it was.
That day, my face was dark, as if I had been pierced with a hole. It kept raining and the kindergarten was closed. Unfortunately, I had a fever that day, which was so bad that I couldn't afford to get out of bed.
My family was afraid of my accident, so I asked my father to take me to the hospital. However, there are so few buses on rainy days that I found no buses when I arrived at the station, let alone buses to the hospital every hour.
Not only that, every passing taxi always has passengers. When my father saw this scene, he got up and ran away quickly without thinking.
"Knock, knock, knock ..." When I was young, that powerful step was branded in my memory. He ran behind my back in the storm, running and running. When his feet landed, there was a splash on the ground. The last spray didn't fall, and there was a new spray.
In this way, I forgot how long I had been running. When he arrived at the hospital, although he was wearing a raincoat, his pants were all wet. I still remember when I was very young, I liked to let my father learn from horses, and then I sat on his back.
"Wipe ..." This is the sound of my father's knees and instep rubbing against the floor. Then when he is happy, he will pick me up, rotate, rotate, which is the sound of crushing.
Sometimes, he will let me ride on his shoulders, and I will tremble with his footsteps ... Now, my father is busy with work, and sometimes he can't go home until late at night. When he comes home, his footsteps are always so light for fear of waking his sleeping family. In fact, I was awakened by the sound of his opening the door. In order to realize his wish, I pretended to be asleep.
"What are you doing in a daze down there?" "Nothing, I'll go up." I just remembered that I haven't gone up the stairs yet.
Upstairs, I saw my father, and I found that he had a few more silver wires. What hasn't changed is his reliable footsteps, which have been echoing in my heart.
6. Please write a short essay of not less than 500 words on the topic of "Steps". At that moment, I climbed to a new level. The moonlight was dim and the cool breeze was blowing gently. I looked up. The bright moon gives off a faint light, illuminating the road ahead for me. At this time, I climbed a new step.
The mid-term exam just passed has brought me a great blow. I know that I can't win without arrogance and rashness, which is nothing more than my biggest shortcoming. I keep reflecting on myself and looking for solutions, but I have no clue.
What should I do now? Why didn't I do it? I keep asking myself. I want to achieve my goal, I don't want it to be just a fantasy, I want to achieve it, because it is not only my goal, but also my dream, an inviolable dream, and I don't want it to be just an unattainable dream.
I told myself not to be timid and not to back down. Go ahead and never look back.
But what should I do? I clearly remember the day the head teacher talked to me. Her tone is gentle, but it sounds like a needle. It hurt me, but it kept me awake for a few minutes. I want to achieve my goal, not for my own regret, but also for ~ ~ I am walking alone on a quiet path, surrounded by silence. This silence startled me and made me reflect on the clear lake. But it illuminates the road ahead for me in the dark. Although the night is still so dark, I try to give off a faint light. At this moment, I understand that only by working hard can we achieve our goals, realize our dreams and let ourselves not regret it. The moonlight is still so hazy, let my heart calm down and think quietly. When I look at the bright moon again, I know that I have climbed to a new height-that is, I failed gracefully.
At that moment, I climbed the steps. At that moment, I set foot on a new step. Life is long, and every minute, we climb on the steps. Every time we climb a floor, we stand higher; Every time we climb a floor, we see farther-the steps always extend under our feet.
Encourage and help you take the first step up the stairs. In the park, a child of about three or four years old hobbled, and his mother smiled.
At the front of three steps, the child stopped and looked at his mother with wide eyes. His eyes showed confusion and fear. He held out his hands to his mother and made a hug gesture. The mother went to the steps, stretched out her hands and shouted to the child, "Baby, come, come, come to mom."
The baby pouted, his eyes were red, and he was so wronged that he was about to cry. Seeing this, the young mother turned and pretended to leave.
The helpless baby had to use both hands and feet to attack the "huge" three steps-very clumsy. Finally, the baby climbed the "high" steps and grinned at the young mother.
This may be the first time in his life to climb the steps: the first step in life is the most difficult, but it is the most important. From this step on, your climbing begins. The steps began to extend, at the feet of everyone who tried to climb.
"come on Come on! Come on, athletes! Persistence is victory. " There were warm cheers from the sports ground.
At this time, a 3000-meter long-distance race is going on, and the athletes are struggling to complete their mission. The long 3000 meters is a tall and big step, and every step of an athlete running 3000 meters is so difficult.
In the cheers of peers, the athletes never slackened off. Although their legs have almost lost consciousness, they are still marching towards the finish line. With perseverance, the athletes finally climbed the podium along this high step.
The steps continue to extend. As long as you climb up, the steps will extend forever. An unemployed young man has been to many companies, large and small, and still got nothing.
Finally, he picked up the garbage, but he didn't give up. In the process of picking up garbage, he constantly thinks about how to realize the maximum optimal distribution of garbage, constantly designs ideal schemes and constantly improves them in practice.
In the end, he started a garbage recycling company and created his own world. At the bottom of his life, he did not stop climbing, but extended his life to a higher "height".
The steps are steeper and steeper, and the steeper and harder it is, but human beings are always climbing up step by step and pursuing higher self. At that moment, I took a new step. Once, I rowed on the sea of life, but where was the other side I expected? Once, I climbed the Everest of life, but the mountain was steep. Where the peaks of other peaks are, they all look short under the sky. ? No matter how hard I try, the wind on the sea roars, the waves are rough, the boulders in the mountains are rugged and the peaks are abrupt.
The earth shook again and again, shaking my fragile heart, and the boat with uncertain course began to hesitate again and fell into a dilemma. Finally, at that moment, I took a new step.
Growing up, I loved writing very much, and even determined to be a contemporary writer with my own creation. Can be unknown.
I once tried to publish some works to the newspaper, but a passionate heart full of hope was submerged by a ruthless bubble until it cooled down. I have been frustrated repeatedly, isolated and helpless, standing at the crossroads of life, looking at a blank distance, I don't know where to go.
I once thought about giving up. Since I didn't succeed, I may not be able to write it in my life. You can't force everything, forget it! But in my dream, I saw Beethoven's miserable life, and I heard Helen's painful experience.
Ignorant I finally understand that life will be smooth sailing? Constant struggle for the ideal is the true meaning of life. So, raise the sail of the voyage again, stand up a strong backbone and rush to the distance.
I also laid a solid foundation for my writing, read a lot of books to make up for my lack of writing, and traveled all over the mountains and rivers to seek living water for creation. Finally, when I got up the courage to throw out my well-designed dream, I also prepared for the worst: failure is not terrible, even if I failed 99 times, I can face the disappointment when I came for the hundredth time.
By chance, I caught a glimpse of a familiar article "Cherish Failure" in the newspaper. Look at the signature of the author below, that's my name! Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears, and my efforts were rewarded. At that moment, it was an unforgettable moment, and I finally realized Li Bai's sentence, "One day, I will climb the Changfeng and break the huge waves."
7. The 500-word imitation of The Steps describes his father's composition. As far as I can remember, my father always likes to wear a wide shirt and a pair of big rubber-soled shoes, regardless of the wind. The sound of "clicking" goes hand in hand with the weak wind in the evening. Like other middle-aged men, he sometimes likes to have a few drinks and play poker several times. Occasionally, if you drink too much, you will get drunk in the sunset. Watching a bird fly across the boundless sky alone. However, my father gave me the impression that I went out early and returned late. Every day, my father gets up early, but he never wakes me up earlier. He didn't wake me up until 6 o'clock and hurried to the factory. Every day when I walk into the kitchen, I always see a big breakfast, but my father never has enough time to eat these delicious foods. He is the boss. But I can always see his busy figure. He is a serious man with few smiles on his face, but every time he hears that he has made progress in his studies, he will happily encourage us to go up a storey still higher. That smile, blooming on his dark face, is like a lotus flower, but my heart at that time has been severely pulled. Father, your daughter's little achievement makes you so proud, and the glory has not soaked your sweat! My father is always busy. In fact, I know that my father wants to invite three or five friends to have a cup of favorite wine in the morning, prepare a simple meal happily with my mother at noon, and study and play with us at night. Survival, this cruelty and ruthlessness robbed my father of his youth, health and rest. My meager ability now is simply not enough to bear a little for my father. My father propped me up silently, but let me travel well. I can't repay my father for his efforts. I can only say, "Dad, I love you. You are the best father in the world. " Thank you.