800-word argumentative essay with vertical structure 1? The paper is due in 45 minutes? I meditated in my heart and sweated slightly on my hands. Soon, my hand was dripping, and my heart involuntarily accelerated its beating frequency.
The paper is due soon, and I haven't touched a word of my composition. My miscalculation is all my fault. The previous basic knowledge problem took me 90 minutes. When I saw the watch pointer pointing to 10: 30, I shouted so badly that the invigilator almost heard me. By then, I won't have to worry about not finishing my composition, because I must have been expelled from the examination room.
Look at the composition topic again. I really should thank the wise man who put forward the composition proposition. At this time, no matter how smart I am, I can't figure out how to write. Smart water? Ah. Change it! Good boy! ? The tranquility of the mountain? . I'm so nervous. He (she) still wants me to write calmly. My heart is pounding again.
Five minutes later, my heart was surprisingly calm. It's no use being nervous. That thing can't make me write a composition. I have to think it over carefully and use Dashan's calm mind. Hmm! A wonderful idea (at least I think it is wonderful) passed through my mind, and I suddenly understood what it meant. Smart water? .
Hee hee! I smiled cunningly and continued to conceive my own? Masterpiece? Let's go I turned my head inadvertently. Oh, my God! There are only forty minutes left, and my tears are almost coming out. I have been studying hard for eleven years! I can't let a composition ruin what I am about to get.
I continued to calm down and conceive.
Well, something like that. There is still half an hour, which is probably enough to write. The only fly in the ointment is that it must be mine? Masterpiece? Give it a name. An ordinary but practical topic came to my mind and I wrote it down as soon as I was excited.
My heart finally completely calmed down. Haha, so do I? The tranquility of the mountain? This one is sexy! Even if there are occasional landslides or landslides, I can't hide my calm nature. By the way, I'm sure there are more? Smart water? The advantage of, obviously, only? Double swords? Write this? Masterpiece? Let's go
As for the final marking, I don't mind whether the marking teacher likes it or not, because I have written a composition after all. This is my success. No one wants to get high marks, but it depends on strength.
Some people say that the teacher is the brightest big dipper in the sky, which points out the direction for us. Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring, watering our saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, guarding our future flowers and bones with his powerful body.
Teacher, I admire you, and I can't tell why I admire you so much. Looking at your neat and beautiful handwriting on the blackboard, I can't think of how many mysteries and hardships there are, but I only know that it is your selfless dedication to social education. Listen to every word you say on the podium. What's that noise? Is it the green birdsong of nature? Is it a harmonious melody sound from a classical instrument? No, it's not. It is a kind of voice from the outside world, which contains beautiful tones in the world. It sounds profound to us, because that voice is not an ordinary voice, but a signal voice of knowledge. As soon as you hear this voice, you will know that there is a lot of knowledge coming from afar and entering the post station of your brain.
Teacher, you are the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, and I am a black duck lost in the world of mortals. Whenever I lose my way, as long as I see your dazzling light, I can find my way home. I still remember the first time you picked me up and turned me from a naive child into an idealistic and promising pupil. How much did you pay for us? When we enjoy our success and happiness, we can't forget our teachers. You are the coolest mountain spring in the mountain. You used your erudition to let us know this vast and boundless world, let us see the world, you are like our telescope, let us see more clearly. Teacher, you taught us to be brave in fighting difficulties and not to be overwhelmed by them. I still remember that sentence you used to say. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one is casually successful. ? Yes, success and difficulty are relative. How can we talk about success if there are no difficulties?
Teacher, you are a lush leaf. You protect our future flowers and bones with your strong body. You are never stubborn to you. You always give yourself silently. For your students and your mission, you would rather be a green leaf than a red flower. You want to use your own ability to polish the dawn of this world and let students' dreams fly higher and farther.
Teacher, you have taught us with your life why we should pursue, why we should have ideals and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you left the most beautiful smile to this beautiful world. You are the most beautiful myth in our hearts.
Perhaps, we always thought we were ordinary people. Without real experience, we will never know what it means to be blessed when we are blessed. I don't know. In fact, we are all lucky and blessed by God.
On Friday afternoon, I invited a class because I was unwell, and asked my mother to take me to the hospital for examination. Out of the hospital, it's almost 12 o'clock. Let's hurry home. At the gate of Jingkelong, we saw an aunt and a girl my age selling vegetables. My mother went to buy some food, so I followed. My mother is picking vegetables. I'm bored and my eyes are unintentional. I saw her eyes staring at my school uniform and my backpack. I wonder if she will keep looking at me when I take off my school uniform. I just don't think I'm used to being treated by others for so long. Appreciate? .
Mother called her aside and asked her to help weigh the plates. I finally heard her voice. 4 yuan 1, take 4 yuan! ? God, that hoarse voice seems to have gone through many vicissitudes. If I compare my voice with hers, it's simply heavenly! Now it's my turn to appreciate her. She should be embarrassed by me, so I got up and walked away. I thought I should take my eyes off her, but I tried to find an excuse to keep staring at her. I want to see if her pants look good. ?
My eyes just stared at her legs.
She is a polio patient.
Young girls, in their prime, are not studying in a quiet classroom, but braving the midday sun to help their mothers sell vegetables! I know that the 10 thousand possibilities that accompanied her life from the moment she was born should have disappeared almost by now.
Mother told me to go home quickly.
I finally collided with her eyes in an instant, and then I left her with a perfect and cruel back.
I began to feel lucky. I have a family that loves me and cares about me. I have friends to help me. I have a teacher to educate me. I have classmates who encourage me. I just know that happiness is like this. There are many people to snuggle up to.
I am very happy, at least I don't have to sell vegetables in the hot sun.
I am very happy, at least I can go to school and study in a spacious and bright teacher.
As for her, I can only feel sorry for her silently. I don't have that great ability to help her change her destiny.