My senior one composition 1 has stumbled through eighteen spring and autumn periods. Standing at the turning point of my life, I performed a more splendid and passionate new life with a more proud attitude.
Two months ago, I was still working hard in the college entrance examination. Two months later, I stepped into the university gate with tension and expectation, and embarked on a new starting point in my life.
Three years, three years of struggle. Today, three years later, it is another fire season. With my enthusiasm, I stepped into a beautiful university that I had only seen in my dreams.
Strolling in a strange and familiar campus, I recalled a vivid scene when my parents sent me to report for duty not long ago, and suddenly realized that I was no longer a child. I can no longer run out of the kindergarten gate after school, hold my dirty little hands and jump into my father's arms with a smile, pouting and lifting my face to let my father kiss me, as I did when I was a child. You can't run around the house like a little Hitler and turn around like a battlefield after World War II. Mom won't threaten to hand me over to the old witch again.
I'm eighteen, and I'm an adult. In the face of years of erosion, there are more and more troubles, and the problems that need to be considered are more realistic. In the face of changing roles, I am always caught off guard, and I don't know or predict what will happen in the future.
I often wonder, in the cruel reality and fierce competition, should I choose to live in a humble abode and become a member of the ant family, or choose to face the wind and waves and challenge my life?
Most people certainly choose the latter. If you want to say why, it's because life is such a difficult attempt and a new war. Facing the unknown future, we should stand upright, hold our heads high and bravely challenge all obstacles and unknown life.
Li Peigen, president of Huazhong University of Science and Technology, once said: "Success is easier to patronize hardships, just like only muddy roads leave footprints." Life always needs a mountain to climb. The higher you climb, the more you see and the farther you see. I always remember this sentence: the meaning of life lies not in walking faster, but in walking farther.
And when we enter a new campus and set foot on a new starting point, everything will start from scratch. The years ahead will certainly experience hardships and stumbling, but I believe. As long as you don't lose confidence and optimism, life will always be gorgeous, passionate and sunny. All this will eventually become a sweet life experience.
Huang Limei, a senior one student in Yulin No.1 Middle School, Guangxi.
I have an appointment with youth. I'll see you tomorrow. How should I dress myself?
yellow
Staring at the textbooks I have used on the shelf, I always inadvertently find that Chinese textbooks are slightly yellow than other textbooks, probably because I often read them!
From the beginning of the third grade, the study pressure has obviously increased. I can only take time to hold an extracurricular reading book on Sunday afternoon, regardless of thickness, hiding in a corner of the balcony, reading quietly and greedily, and letting my thoughts drift to all the places described in the article.
I once laughed at Don Quixote's grotesque behavior and hated Scrooge's stingy behavior every time. I used to feel sorry for Jonah's unfortunate marriage, and I was indignant at Duroy's successful speculation. ...
Gently open the yellowed pages, and the classroom notes between the lines will open the floodgates of my memory. The voice of the teacher speaking like a book and analyzing the text echoed in my ears, so light and familiar! I decided to wear a beige trench coat.
green
I paced the room, my little room. Every time I encounter a problem, I get up and walk from the door to the window in seven steps. Strolling from the window to the door, seven steps and several repetitions often lead to an epiphany. I just took two steps today, and the green in the corner attracted me. Oh, it is a bean seedling, and its green color clearly tells the legend of this life.
In the second semester of the second grade, I took part in the biological experiment contest, the topic of which was to study the phototropism of plants. That day, I ran home excitedly and chose pea seeds as the experimental object. Because the carefully selected mung beans are full, the seeds are soaked for five days and five nights, and the germ is two or three millimeters. I transplanted them into a small flowerpot anxiously and carefully. One day, two days and three days passed, but there was no sign of life in the soft soil in the flowerpot. All day long, worried about the premature death of bean sprouts. I only hope that the tender stems of bean sprouts will grow to three centimeters the night before the experimental report is handed in, and the two leaflets are less than half the size of a fingernail! I lay in bed that night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. At dawn, I got up quietly and went to the balcony to squat down, yeah! My bean sprouts have grown tall! The blade is close to the size of a coin What an incredible growth rate! This is the life of a plant, this is my inner hope, this is the comfort of my careful care, and this is also the pleasure of my observation experiment!
The green in front of us is much brighter than that of that year. Oh, how can I not be moved by this vibrant green? I want to wear a green silk scarf.
blue
The wind is blowing, and the curtains are gently lifted in front of us and slowly fall. I wandered out of the room and came to the balcony. The evening breeze is long, the night is as cool as water, looking up at the sky, some stars are blinking naughtily, and only the dark blue sky has been looking at me for a long time.
I have asked the blue sky again and again, and I have also asked myself, "What am I doing for nothing?" I want to go to a free country-there are no waves, no cars and no nagging from adults ... I firmly believe that there will be such a mysterious garden in the depths of the blue sky.
Whenever I ask this question, Blue Sky always closes my eyes and lets me think for myself.
Now think about it. I want to wear a pair of dark blue jeans.
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Everything is fine. I should go to bed. Lying in bed, "sleeping in winter, hugging warmly", dreaming of tomorrow's date, with a happy smile on her lips. ......
There is a woman in composition 3 of my freshman year. She is an elf in the world. Hu Shi called her "a talented woman of China generation" and Bing Xin said "she is beautiful and talented". What makes her worthy of the title of "brilliant and brilliant"? Strong interest prompted me to walk slowly towards her and get to know her. In fact, in my opinion, she is a patriotic woman who has stood aloof from the world and worked tirelessly for her dream-Lin.
Autumn is strong, dead leaves have fallen all over the yard, and an old cypress tree outside the window seems to have been bent by the years, leaving only "white" green leaves hanging on the lonely branches, and occasionally the rustling of dead leaves can be heard.
Suddenly, there was a burst of footsteps in the deserted street. who is it? It's her. There she is. The grass poked its head out of Shi Zhuan curiously. The wind stopped to look at her, and the stones on the ground moved as if to express a warm welcome to her. Every step she took, they became more excited. Holding a book in her hand, she walked lightly to her yard covered with yellow leaves, to her sea of knowledge-learning, and sank into the sea of books. She visited the ancient times to explore the present, or sang in a low voice of sadness or joy, like a fairy who didn't eat fireworks, "walking through ancient buildings, wandering in the poetic realm and walking on the world of mortals", as if nothing in the world existed, poised and uncontested. If there is a moment, she can put down her heavy research and have a quiet rest. I think there will be a storm outside the window. In the study, an out-of-touch woman will still sit in the sea of books.
A beautiful and fulfilling youth life is fleeting. As a weak woman, she resolutely returned to the embrace of the motherland with pure loyalty and love for architecture, devoted herself to the study of ancient buildings in China, and served the motherland with the skills she loved and was good at.
In troubled times, she is like a plum blossom in full bloom, and the snow blooms proudly. Even if it withers, she will dedicate herself to the earth.
Lin has met three most important men in her life. Finally, she chose her husband Liang Sicheng, who accompanied her all her life, to help each other and love each other. * * * worked tirelessly for his ideals when he was young, and made great contributions to the development of architectural science in China and the protection of ancient buildings in China. In her early years, she overcame the frustration that the architecture department of the University of Pennsylvania in the United States did not accept girls' study and realized her wish. After returning home, the husband and wife devoted themselves to the cause of serving the country, visited more than 200 counties in 15 provinces, and inspected more than 200 ancient buildings on the spot, which effectively protected the crystallization of human wisdom. During the Anti-Japanese War, regardless of her personal safety, she issued a strong voice of resisting Japan and saving the country in the literary and art circles. In that turbulent era, she and her husband traveled a lot, but the wind and rain all the way never destroyed their love and research on architecture. The war destroyed her body, but it could not stop her childlike innocence and tenacious struggle for her ideals. Before she died, she never neglected her study and love for architecture, endured her illness, searched for information in many ways, and helped her husband write the first draft of Architectural History of China, realizing the same wish in their hearts for many years. In the face of different opinions on the protection of historical sites, she made it clear with a very responsible and resolute attitude that she opposed the demolition of city walls, towers and some important ancient buildings and insisted on preserving the face of the ancient city of Beijing. I think it is because of her strong protection that the Forbidden City can be preserved and protected today.
Faced with generous treatment and working conditions, Lin and his wife did not move. The United States has invited them for interviews and speeches many times, but they were all rejected by her and Liang Sicheng. She said, "Although we live in poverty, we deeply understand the difficulties and harsh living conditions in China. If we don't stand up and develop in architecture, who else wants to study in such an environment? " In this way, she gave up all the precious opportunities to develop abroad, and worked with Liang Sicheng to study the ancient buildings in China with modern scientific methods in a difficult environment, and made great academic achievements in this respect, which laid a solid scientific foundation for the study of ancient buildings in China. I think she will be very happy every time she thinks about her academic performance. Her beautiful face will be full of brilliance and vitality, just like sunshine, shining on the soil of national architecture and Republic of China culture.
On the road of China's development, there are many talented people like Lin Weiyin, but some people choose to be comfortable and pursue fame and fortune. Lin Weiyin is like a giant of the times. She silently devoted herself to her own life, forgot my struggle for her own ideal, and warmed others with her own efforts and talents.
The autumn wind is rustling, and she and I meet and know each other in the long river of history, and then I will fight with my dreams in my heart.
On the first day of my birth, I felt endless sadness. Maybe my memory was vague at that time, but I still remember it clearly.
Maybe I was born a mistake, because my mother and father said, "Haha! Great, you must have a son, hahahaha! I tell you: "If you have a son, I ... I'll buy you a gold necklace! How's it going? Ha ha ha! " "Husband, stop, I also hope to have a son! What a good son! Ha ha! "What they never expected was that my mother gave birth to a girl, and my father ignored my mother from then on. My mother didn't get the gold necklace she could have got, but she still loved me. It also makes me feel that this is the only place that can make me happy. But unexpectedly, grandpa left, grandma left, grandma left, grandpa left. Only mom and dad are left.
Perhaps, I really should turn me into a boy with something from the future, so that my mother can get the gold necklace she deserves and my relatives will not leave me. However, this is impossible.
One day, I got unexpected news that my mother was going to send me to someone else's house to let others take care of me. I was shocked. I really didn't have my mother say that. I think my birth will always be a mistake. But one day, I really went back to the past, starting with yesterday's reading.
I left home sadly yesterday, but I didn't want them to see me, so I had to hide in the bookstore and read. I leaned against a corner and fell asleep watching. When I woke up, what I saw really surprised me. The robot next to me greeted me, and there was a large group of people flying around in the sky above me. I rubbed my eyes and wondered if I was wrong. But my feelings tell me it's true. This is, a robot picked me up and I shouted, "Help! Help! Where are you taking me? Help! " At this time, the robot put me on the ground, and I saw what a spectacular laboratory it was! An old man came up to me and said, "Are you Yanyan?" I quickly said, "Sorry, I don't have a name. I am an abandoned child. " "oh! I see! I will call you Yan Yan in the future! " "ah? That ... it doesn't matter! " So, I got the name Yanyan. "Yan Yan!" Grandpa said, "What's the matter?" I replied. "Since you are here for the first time, I will grant you one wish!" "Really? Then I thought ... "I thought, what wish? Ah! Didn't I always want to be a boy? All right! Make this wish!
I've decided! "I just want to be a boy!" "What? Don't you want to know what your future looks like? Don't want to know why your family abandoned you? " "Don't! I just need to become a boy, and then go back to when I was born, let my mother get the gold necklace she used, and let my family not leave. Please realize this wish! Please! " "Ok, please close your eyes!" I quickly closed my eyes. When I opened them, I found that I was an egg. After a while, I was born, of course, a little boy. Mom and dad are very happy, and grandparents haven't left.
Our whole family lives a happy life!
My senior one composition 5 from the first time I studied Li Bai's poems, I vaguely felt the grandeur of poetry; From the teacher's first explanation, I thought Li Bai's poems were very literary; From the first time I listened to adults, I set up a tall image of Li Bai in my heart. So Li Bai has become my favorite poet so far.
Until now, I have grown up a lot, different from the blind worship in the past, but I have my own views, my own views, and dare to understand and comment on Li Bai.
Li Bai's poems are mainly lyrical, and he has extraordinary artistic talent and great artistic power. Du fu once gave a very high evaluation: the pen fell to shock the rain, and the poem made the gods cry. Li Bai is the most outstanding romantic poet in Chinese history. He is as famous as Du Fu and is called Du Li in the world. Han Yu commented: Du Li's articles are in full swing. And enjoy the "Looking at Lushan Waterfall", the Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. This poem depicts the magnificent scenery of Lushan Waterfall with metaphor and exaggeration.
I like not only his poems, but also his personality, which has a great influence on me.
Li Bai's elegance and heroism left a deep impression on me. When he was in exile, he was suddenly forgiven: the apes on both sides of the strait couldn't stop crying, and the canoe had passed the excitement and excitement of Chung Shan Man. When he visited Lushan Waterfall, he went straight down to thousands of feet, suspecting that he was sighing and praising the nine-day sunset of the Milky Way. Faced with the exclusion of powerful people, he firmly believes that since God has endowed talents, let them find jobs! , spin one thousand silver, all back! . In the face of friends' parting, he has in his heart: Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's sigh, and he is willing to visit famous mountains and learn from Dansha.
Before, Li Bai was just a vague light and shadow in my heart. Now Li Bai is a tall figure in my heart. He will always be my best friend in the future. I will definitely read him all my life.
My senior one composition 6, I am less and less particular now. After eating in the canteen, if there is no paper around, I will find a "sparsely populated" place and use the method of "archery with a bow" to solve the oil and rice in my mouth through my sleeves. Of course, this situation is usually limited to Fridays, so I'm going home to change!
I once bought a book called The Art of Pretending. As the name implies, its general content is to teach you how to pretend and how to pretend to be a person with good taste. For example, the professor will give you a book cover study, so that you can recite a few well-known wine names, and let you talk about Kan Kan in front of everyone, just like a university researcher, which is admirable.
Probably because I am an upright person, this book was given away decisively without turning a few pages. This is the first book that makes me extremely disgusted. My idea is that the taste can't be faked. Even if Gucci is the upper body and Anguo is the lower body, if phlegm comes out of his mouth instead of being useful, then he is still in the next place.
As far as I can remember, I didn't really dress myself up, and I didn't even deliberately arrange my hair. If I wake up one morning and find that my hair is really asymmetrical, I will touch it with wet hands. In this way, I am not used to people who dress up too much in front of me.
Isn't there a CD behind the new textbook? Some people find it useful and use it as a mirror. There is a man next to me, who speaks carelessly, but also loves beauty. In some classes, he faced the CD and squeezed the acne on his face with the troubles of young Victor. I smiled shyly in my heart: "With this face, there is really no difference between one more pox and one less pox."
When I wrote this weekly diary, I wore plush slippers with Nike on my feet and children's clothes that I was really embarrassed to wear to school a few years ago, but I didn't agree. Why? Because you don't bully the poor!
My youth is scattered all over the floor, like an enchanting rose. You know it has thorns, but you are willing to leave a touch of purples for it and then dye your world red.
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Sometimes, I think, if only I could do it all over again. However, adding the word if before anything is equivalent to talking in your sleep, and reality will always kill your if cruelly.
I have known her for a long time. I don't know how long it has been. It seems like a century. The first time I met her was incredible. That afternoon, I panted to the tea shop at the end of the street and said, "Handsome boy, have a cup of bubble tea."
"Oh." She answered.
A few minutes later, she sent the milk tea to me, raised a smile on her mouth and said lightly, "Here, I'm a woman." I'm speechless, this, this can blame me? She has a boy's head, her ears are exposed, her clothes are too neutral, and most importantly, she just turns her back on me. "This, this sorry. Hehe. " I smirked to hide my embarrassment. She shrugged and said, "Nothing, my name is Qing, and you? Make a friend. "
"Oh, my name is ling. Nice to meet you. " I said with a smile. In this way, we met. Sunny, she is actually very beautiful, but she dresses like a boy. Sometimes I treat her like a boy. That's why it happened. One day, the two of us went to the park to play. When we walked into the park, the conversation of a group of gangsters sitting on stone benches came to our ears. "You see, they are disgusting. Alas, homosexuality is terrible. " One of the punks said. "Yes, it's disgusting. I'm going to throw up, and their hands are still clenched. " Another gangster echoed. I can't listen to it anymore. I can't stand their cynicism. I ran to them and said angrily, "hey, asshole, you are sick." You are gay. " "Kid sister, don't be angry. I don't discriminate against homosexuals. However, I ask you not to come out, it will scare others. " When the man finished, the gangsters around him were laughing. Looking at their faces, I feel dizzy. I said, "What about holding hands? I have worse things. " I pulled Sang Ni to my side and kissed her on the cheek when she panicked. The gangsters shouted a few times and left in a friendly way. Say that finish, green squatting on the ground, tears drop by drop. I pulled her up, hugged her and said, "Sunny, don't cry, I don't like to see you cry." "Ling, I'm sorry, right ..." Sunny said while crying.
Since then, Sunny has never left a boy's head. She has long hair, and instead of wearing neutral clothes, she has put on a beautiful long skirt. Even so, she is still sunny and my best friend. We still stick together as before, listening to songs and buying clothes together. However, the more beautiful things are, the easier it is to disappear, but we can't do anything to keep them, so it dispersed, slipped away and left us.
I still can't forget the day when you told me you were leaving. Hearing this, my heart suddenly panicked. I cried and told you that I couldn't leave. You didn't speak, but shook your head helplessly. Finally, we hugged and cried.
Finally, you left, and you still left. In that snowy winter, you left me.
Many times, I am recalling those days. Youth floated by my feet at that time. However, in the end, I understand that I can't go back, just like I will never touch the flowing youth.
My senior one composition is 8 Stay-stay, which means stay. However, in recent years, it frequently appears in our lives. Since the reform and opening-up, thousands of rural laborers in Qian Qian have flooded into the open cities, which has also caused the helpless choice for rural families to be separated. According to statistics, there are more than 58 million left-behind children in China, which gives birth to a special group-left-behind children.
1995 I was born in Sichuan, a major labor exporting province. When I was one year old, my parents went to Shenzhen, and I grew up under the care of my grandmother. When I was in kindergarten, I saw my little friend being picked up by my parents. I am so envious. I walked behind my grandmother, kicking pebbles bored on the road. I am sad. Why didn't my parents pick me up? I have a feeling of being abandoned, and I have become a little resentful of them since I missed them. I look forward to the Spring Festival every day, because at that time, my parents always appear in front of me with big and small trips. I flew into their arms, telling the thoughts and grievances of the past year. Mom and Dad listened, their eyes were moist, and they said, "In a few years, when I have saved enough money, I will stay at home with you and accompany the baby every day ..." At this time, I feel how happy I am! But that kind of happiness lasted at most ten days, because Spring Festival travel rush was nervous about grabbing tickets, and his parents were busy booking tickets at the beginning of the first month. When I was still immersed in the happiness and joy of family reunion in the New Year, my parents hurried on a trip to Shenzhen. The night before mom and dad left, I was so angry that I didn't eat dinner. I hid under the covers and cried secretly. The next day, my parents left. I broke away from my grandmother's hand and ran after my parents' car. I cried and said, Mom and Dad, you have been back for a long time. I don't want you to go ... Boo-hoo ... Watching the car gradually leave me and disappear at the end of the village, I collapsed on the ground and burst into tears. Grandma finally coaxed me home. When I saw the empty room and the new clothes they bought, I cried sadly.
In this way, year after year, I grew up in joys and sorrows. When I was in primary school, my grades were not very good. My parents' classmates bully me, always spilling ink on my clothes, hiding my books and grabbing my pencils. I was so helpless and lonely at that time! My parents, do you know how much my daughter misses you at this time?
In 20xx, I went to a junior high school to study and live on campus. Seeing the cold weather, my classmates' parents were sent to eat and wear, so I hid under the covers and secretly cried. I feel like an orphan. During the holiday, my classmates' parents drove to pick me up, but I had to run a few times alone to move everything. Tears of sadness filled the narrow path that accompanied me back and forth. My dear parents, do you know how much my daughter needs you at this time? How many days and nights I looked at the moonlight and missed you! Call you! How miserable and bitter my childhood is without you! I am waiting to be loved in loneliness, looking at my disabled family, mom and dad, don't leave me! I'm not afraid when you're at home! !
In a blink of an eye, I have entered high school, and my parents go out to work as always every year. I sent them to the railway station and saw migrant workers waiting to get on the bus with big bags and small bags. The hope that the train carries thousands of children, parents and thousands of peasant families is fading ... I stand alone on the platform with a sour nose, and I don't know where a song comes from: the train left my hometown, my tears are flowing, I care about you, I only look at each other in my dreams ... Listen, my tears are almost coming out!
It's not easy to miss my parents in my life. They wandered from youth to middle age. They also care about me and miss me, but they have to leave their homes and make a living, hiding their love and thoughts deeply in their hearts. Seeing that most of my mother's QQ logs are gone, I care about me: "It's June 1 ST, how can the baby spend the holidays without parents!" ...... "It's cold, the baby knows whether to add clothes" ... "The moon on the 15th is really round, and my baby didn't eat moon cakes or fall asleep today" ... "How I miss you, my baby"! ..... Looking at my mother's diary is so kind and warm, as if my mother is right in front of me.
Although I have no parents since I was a child and live in the countryside, I am self-reliant and optimistic, because when I grow up, I know that although my parents have been away for many years, I am their most cherished kite, and they always have a thread in their hands. The first line is missing, caring and loving!