The composition on the topic of breakthrough 1 has fallen into the dust, round as a pearl, and bright and clean. This is me, a gravel that breaks through myself and becomes a dazzling pearl. Looking back now, I can't help feeling very much.
I am as small and ordinary as thousands of gravel. The predecessors all said: as gravel, we should keep our duty and spend our lives in an ordinary way. Until I saw the pearl in that clam, it was dazzling, and I heard that it was also made of gravel. So I decided that I also want to live as meaningful as a pearl.
I ignored the discouragement of my elders, and when the clam opened its dark mouth again, I rushed in with the help of the power of the sea without hesitation.
Life in clams is dark, but I have to put up with it in order to break through the "gravel family".
However, gorgeous transformation requires painful training. The surge of the sea makes me dizzy, and the knife-like friction torments me. The secretion of mussels wrapped me and made me suffer from suffocation. Its soft Lickitung squeezes me, and the mucus corrodes me. In this way, I have been insisting, because I believe I can succeed.
I was washed down again and again, knocked over and got up again. The clam's big mouth opens from time to time, and the light outside tempts me. It kept shouting, "Come out! Come out! How stable life outside is! " I gasped and stood up again. At this moment, I was black and blue. I don't know if I can hold on. Indeed, the outside world is full of temptations, but I still haven't left. Because giving up at this time is equal to all the suffering in front of us. Experienced a hundred turns and thousands of times. How can I give up all my efforts?
Staring at the round pearl, she is so dazzling. And I am more determined, that is the goal I want to break through.
In the tumbling and stirring day and night, I have a better fit with the secretion of mussels, and my body is more rounded-I have the shape of a pearl.
Looking back at this time, I saw the fallen gravel and never got up again. I suddenly understood that if you want to break through yourself, you can't lose your persistence because of pain, and you can't give up because of falling. That will only accomplish nothing. I am lucky to be one of the perseverers.
Composition 2 on the topic of breakthrough broke through the limit in the fire, from soft to strong, from vulgar to extravagant, and finally got a good harvest.
At that time, I was just a clay blank that had just been painted, soft, dull and ugly. Although coated with a beautiful thin glaze, but still can not hide that cowardly heart.
Looking at the earthen bag full of black metal with trepidation, I felt the pressure. That is the furnace of the kiln, where we will be baptized by fierce fire and reborn like purgatory. There are only two endings: the winner is a noble work of art, and the loser is a broken rubble.
I clearly felt the heat of the fire, the pain that would be implanted in my heart even if I brushed it lightly, and my body began to tremble, because I would be smashed if I was not careful.
I was sent to the kiln with other mud bricks, and piles of red flames licked our bodies crazily. I felt the extreme expansion of my body. No, I can't expand. If I let it swell, I may get burned. You can only endure fire and control your body. Then the flame wrapped around my body more violently. I am in great pain, but I can't bend at all. I put all my strength on my ass, but my whole body is red, and I can't cope with the fire in my upper body. Why don't you have a rest first? I'm starting to slack off.
"bang!" A sister can't stand the high temperature and instantly turns to ashes. The accident woke me up. No, I can't be as depraved as her.
I bullet, continue to endure. I don't know what my limit is, but I know that as long as I break through myself, the limit is not a problem. Gradually, I vaguely saw the lines on my sisters around me, and I felt that I was just like them. Thinking of this, I seem to be encouraged, straightened out, and continue to accept the polishing of fire. ...
Finally, the flame went out and the oven door opened. I made it. I withstood the baptism of fierce fire and became a beautiful cloisonne.
"What a beautiful handicraft." "Really fried well!"
I listened to people's amazing voices, and I realized the supreme glory and achievement-it was the breakthrough that made my delicate face and strong heart.
Breakthrough is a scoring method in basketball match, which reflects the speed, consciousness and psychological quality of athletes. But from the perspective of human life, it is a process of continuous progress, and there will be setbacks, just like being dragged down in the process of breakthrough, but it is precisely because of this setback that breakthroughs will be precious.
Dare to break through yourself and break the rules on the field, and talents will have further development.
Near night, around 7 o'clock, in a basketball court in the north of the city, sweat flooded the court and flowed on the ground, as if it had just rained, and the concentration of six people was on the verge of collapse. A black and white ball hits the field, just like a heartbeat, "bang, bang, bang." The "heartbeat" kept accelerating and suddenly stopped. The ball made a simple arc in the air, and the "heartbeat" suddenly sounded, with the "buzzing" sound of some iron shelves. We complained to each other in the cheers of each other.
There is only one ball left in the game. Whoever wins first between the two teams will serve at the speed of 1 per second. At the speed of 5 meters, suddenly a hand came in front, and the opponent grabbed the ball, pulled it up and threw it. There was a loud bang and the ball was slapped by my friend. Suddenly, the hormones on the kidneys of the whole team were fully mobilized. With a roar to my friend, the ball fell into my hand, and countless pictures with sweat flashed through my mind. I took the ball and the first one shook it. He shouted, "Stop him, he wants to break through." I changed direction and sent it to the second person. He came at me at once, and I rushed in at a faster speed, and the other party gave up one step by step. I'm not worried about jumping. My body is at an angle of 65 degrees to the ground, pressing my wrist, fingers and the ball flew out unscrupulously. The other person's mind went blank and the "heartbeat" stopped again. Everyone looked at the basket, and the "om" game ended instantly.
Breakthrough, breakthrough, you have been fooled, why can't you say that shooting is also a breakthrough?
Composition 4 on the topic of breakthrough is approaching the end of the term, but my math scores are frequently in a hurry. The paper full of X seems to swallow me up, and the composition pulls me into the abyss. ...
In math class, I was lying on my back, but my mind was in a fog. The handwriting on the blackboard is like a gobbledygook, and the teacher's explanation is like a spell. I'm afraid of math, and I'm afraid of losing my nose and swelling on the long way to study.
"Please ask XX students to solve this problem." I really dare not take whatever I want. The teacher will come to me every time. Helpless, I went to the podium and suddenly looked up at the teacher's expectant eyes. I dodged guiltily, sweating profusely. Pick up a piece of chalk weighing as much as one thousand pounds and read the title several times: What is this and what does it matter? The unclear, incomprehensible and chaotic brain is completely in a state of "death".
One minute passed, as if a century had passed, but I was still staring at the blackboard. The students in the audience are still talking: "It's not that simple!" I'm ashamed. God, how can I break through this math threshold?
I suddenly want to cry, want to have a good cry, but I held back and stopped crying! Keep a dignity, so that you can proudly walk on the podium next time.
After all, I haven't completely lost it.
In the face of difficult mathematics, I must find a breakthrough. The teacher told me that the soft beach is the easiest to leave footprints, but it is also the easiest to be erased. The breakthrough point is that it is easy before it is difficult: first, grasp the easy questions and practice more to ensure the correct rate; Then master the basic concepts, rules and formulas, integrate these knowledge points, and deal with ever-changing problems with unchanging laws; Finally overcome the difficulties. ...
To this end, I will squeeze into 48 hours every day, and my homework books and papers at home have piled up into a pile of hills; I often appear in the math teacher's office; Squeeze out the spare time on weekends and cram math everywhere. ...
Now, I am still walking on the long road of mathematics, and whether I have made a breakthrough is still under test, but I have completed a mental journey of self-breakthrough. In a sense, I am the winner, because I broke through myself.
Composition 5 on the topic of breakthrough: My sports achievements are excellent, especially the 1000-meter long-distance running, which has always ranked first in my class, but I just can't break through the goal: the full score in the senior high school entrance examination is 3 minutes and 40 seconds. This 3 minutes and 40 seconds seems to be my limit.
Stubborn, I began to struggle with this limit, so I started a "cruel" training mode: running around the lake and seawall once a day, twice a day, rain or shine. Finally, after a month, I practiced for more than 3 minutes and 40 seconds several times, which seemed to give me hope and confidence.
1000m long-distance running test officially started. I stood at the starting line, only to hear a whistle and rushed out like an arrow. The first lap was easy, and I was always ahead of the first position.
According to the strategy, I started to slow down. I breathe through my nose and mouth to make sure there is enough oxygen. In order to save my strength, I deliberately retreated to the second place, but tactically, I still followed the first place for the later sprint.
Just then, my shoelace suddenly loosened, and my left foot fell off my shoe. I almost fell down. Without the protection and support of the air cushion, the wide pedal is directly exposed to the sun, and it hurts to step on the hard plastic runway. I put on my shoes and belt at once. But that stumble just now made me fall to the third place instantly, which disrupted my tactical layout. To make matters worse, my sprained ankle seems to have hurt my hamstring. ...
I readjusted my tactics because the game is not over and the result has not been decided. I rushed for 3 minutes and 40 seconds in this game, and my foot pain can still break through. Besides, I have never given up since I was a child! Adjust my breathing a little, and I began to accelerate.
Although, the instep is injured, fortunately, it is not a big problem. However, it hurts a little when running, and it hurts even more after accelerating. Looking at the two players in front of me, I seem to forget the pain on my feet, striding, shaking my hands hard, surpassing, surpassing again … I ran to the first place again.
Facing the breeze, with open arms, I ran to the finish line ...
Three minutes and 37 seconds! Wow! I did it.
I used my perseverance to "open the clouds to see the bright moon" and achieved a perfect breakthrough of 3 minutes and 40 seconds!
With the breakthrough as the theme, the wind completely abandoned the warmth in the sun and became colder and colder. I closed the window and let the wind blow from the southeast and northwest. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of some black spots outside the window.
Oh, it's a flying insect. It's rare that bugs are still alive on such a cold day. They think it's warm inside the window, so they may want to come in. Isn't it just a few bugs I had better do my homework. I pulled my thoughts back, but the problem in front of me got me into trouble. Every time I got stuck in the finale, it was like being under my spell and throwing the book aside in frustration. ...
Lonely, I looked up again and remembered the little flying insects just now. Did they freeze to death? Out of curiosity, I got up and went to the window again. Oh, they're not dead. I looked at them in surprise: they are unknown little flying insects, and their wings as thin as cicadas seem to be broken by the wind, but they are trying to adsorb on the warm glass.
Do they really want to come in? How is that possible? Who told you you were a bug?
A cold wind blew over them. They struggled to get up, without stopping for a moment, and began to climb to the window again, so it didn't stop again and again.
The wind seems to test them intentionally, and two of them have disappeared. I began to feel sorry for the last little flying insect, and even felt that the cold wind should not blow on it again.
Small flying insects are always firmly attached to the glass, and occasionally they just flap their wings. It never gave up in the cold wind. Even if you can't enter a warm room, you will eventually break through the limit, achieve yourself and survive. The wind stopped and the sun came out. It waited for warmth and ushered in hope.
The smallest and humblest animals in the world know the law of survival: only by seeking a breakthrough in a difficult situation can they survive. Worms still know how to survive, so what about me as the spirit of all things? What's the reason to feel sorry for yourself in a warm room?
Spread out the finale again and take out the manuscript paper. I'm ready for a breakthrough. ...
Composition 7 on the topic of breakthrough briefly describes the life track. In the dream, flowers bloom and fall. Reality, go to Qiu Lai in spring. Tomorrow, thousands of days have passed.
Put participation into the record and break through the future through participation. The ideal life is just a process of recording, participating and breaking through, that's all.
Literature is commensurate with free and easy, a quick pen, a quick writing, and a three-dimensional beauty. Life will not tolerate carelessness, and a fast-paced life will only give up those who live in slow motion. It's like watching a movie slowly I'm sure there must be a lot of unhappiness in your heart. There may be moments when you need to slow down, but the course of life will never change.
If you lose the process of life, everything becomes meaningless. For example, if you burn all the photos, books and diaries overnight, the vision that "wildfire will not completely burn them, but they will be tall again in the spring breeze" will not come true. What is the meaning of life without recorded life knowledge, past memories and many valuable experiences? Another example is to make all living things lose their memories. Maybe you can imagine what the world will be like. Yes, the world will not progress. Or is it that biological evolution can only be achieved through constant natural selection? Let mankind stay in Jurassic ~
Or not involved in the process of life. Oh, what life is there without participation? Sitting at home all day doing nothing, looking at the ceiling? Nobody wants this boring life, do they? But participating in life is far from simple. Setbacks and difficulties are inevitable. We still have to participate! Only after suffering can you get the meaning of life. So, participate in life, get what you need, be chivalrous and go forward!
A breakthrough life is an enterprising life. Aren't human beings, society, nature, etc? Are developed through endless breakthroughs? The Olympic spirit can only be realized through breakthrough, and the historical record is constantly broken, and the future is boundless.
Yesterday's self, can it surpass today? Can the glory of the past continue now? Historical records, can the future be broken?
Work hard and win your life!
How many colors are there in the rainbow after the rain? The answer is: infinite; Excuse me, who found it? The answer is Newton, a colorful world, full of all kinds of colors, and each color represents a different image. If you go deep into it, you can find his color philosophy.
"Boom!" The train left the station with a loud noise. I sat aimlessly in the train, let the train dominate, and see if it would send me to a distant place or stop him in the years. The scenery in front of us consists of telephone poles and houses. Large billboards whizzed by from time to time. Some people stay at home, others struggle for their lives and wander around. What about me? Is it not worthwhile to give up on yourself just because your math scores are not ideal?
The train slowly went north, and the window changed from black and white to blue. Wow! How blue the sea is, from shallow to deep, from dynamic to static, as blue as the sky and the sea, and its vast volume reminds people of learning. A lot of things are waiting for us to explore and never learn. Only by unremitting efforts can we enrich ourselves.
The blue sea is still in my mind. Soon, a dark tunnel surrounded us. Silent darkness gives us silence, but it also gives us anxiety. I don't know when to send the tunnel. I don't know if I can break through this haze and leave the tunnel quickly to calm my fear.
Suddenly, the sky and ocean are so bright that I can't open my eyes. Vaguely, I seem to see a rainbow of seven colors standing in the sky. It turned out that it was so beautiful outside, and I was trapped in a narrow space, just a prisoner. I can't really change myself, learn the seven-color rainbow, show each color, and be myself who breaks through the color. I see. I see.
Composition 9 on the topic of breakthrough is sunny.
The original big playground has become a little small and crowded because of the reading festival-all the teachers and students sit on the floor here. The stage is not gorgeous, on the contrary, it is simple. My mood is not simple, because I am going to give a speech on stage and make a review soon. The audience was very quiet, and the tense atmosphere made me breathless.
The students in front compete with each other. Come on, come on, it's my turn.
The heart is wild and uninhibited, and the face is painted with scarlet glaze. "Come on", "I'm optimistic about you" and "Don't be nervous, I believe I can do it". The encouragement of my classmates filled my ears, and in an instant, a warm current soaked my heart. Every cell in the body is shaking. Nervousness, fear, timidity and, of course, warmth, all kinds of emotions are mixed together, and there seems to be no other word to describe it except mixed feelings.
I took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. "Teachers and classmates, I will hand it over to you today." It went well at first, but because of the spirit, I accidentally said the wrong lines and was confused. There was a brief silence, followed by a whisper. At that moment, my cheeks were burning. How I wish it could get dark at once, how I wish it could suddenly get dark and become opaque! Looking at the teachers, their smiles and encouraging eyes gradually melted the frozen fear in my heart. I kept telling myself "I can do it", smiled at myself with relief, took out a hundred times of courage and continued to give an emotional speech. Gradually, my soul merged into the inner world of the hero, forgetting the audience, the campus, the world and myself.
Bow down.
The next day, with a bright red certificate in my hand, I stared at the dazzling three characters of "second prize", and my ears were filled with words of appreciation from my classmates, knowing that my efforts were not in vain, and I succeeded!
Standing on the runway, I felt a little warmth in the winter breeze for the first time, the blue sky and white clouds were so interesting for the first time, and the campus scenery was so poetic for the first time.
Perhaps, only by breaking through ourselves can we reap the most beautiful success.
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