I am a fish, a fish swimming in the ocean of problems. Day after day, I feel my breath suffocated in endless depression, tears dried up in the sea of suffering, and depression swallowed me up like quicksand. ...
I am an ant, an ant shuttling between high-rise buildings in the city, looking up at the people coming and going, hiding behind the mask and savoring the lonely world. ...
I have tears, but I don't want to throw them in front of everyone, and I don't want anyone to see my fragility; I long for success and applause, but I try to pretend that I don't care ... I feel inferior. ...
In the piano room, it is very quiet. I pushed open the door, sat in front of the piano, stroking the black and white keys, and felt happy ripples in my heart-only in this way can I find myself and my confidence.
My hand jumped, notes streamed from my fingertips, and cheerful songs flowed in the huge piano room, wrapped in thick sweetness, hitting my heart as if there were only me and the piano in the world. I was intoxicated because there was music. ...
At the end of the song, applause sounded ... I looked up in surprise and leaned against a boy by the door. "Really, you played very well; I thought you were cold, but with such a lovely you under the black mask, you are also red. Nice to meet you again! " With applause and encouragement, he left, leaving me at a loss and a heart that seemed flattered. Applause put a sweater on my heart, a sweater woven with understanding, care and encouragement. At that moment, I had an impulse to cry. ...
At night, I dreamed. This is a colorful dream, a dream without tears and a dream full of applause. ...
On the stage, I sat in front of the piano and played a cheerful piece of music with my skilled fingers; The audience applauded and the crowd was crowded. They all applauded, cheered and cheered for me ... Applause, the real applause shook my eardrum, and I felt the joy and touch of success for the first time. This dream is very sweet ...
At school, I saw the boy again. He gave me a note: "You will also be eager for success and applause. Believe in yourself and dare to try to succeed. Open your heart and take off the mask of indifference. You are also the best and cutest girl. Applause, just ahead, believe in yourself, your tomorrow will be better! The sun is always shining! "
A few words have invaded my deepest feelings. It seems that a few drops of hot liquid are dripping down my cheeks and breaking ... But I can clearly see the dream rising, carrying my inner feelings and flying far away ... I feel the sunshine rubbing into my life, applause, lingering in my ears, masks and breaking. ...
2. Write a composition on the topic of "unforgettable first time", and write the first experience clearly and the unforgettable first time.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. Only by defeating the first time can we persevere and master a skill: maybe playing table tennis; Maybe ride a bike; May be swimming; Or do morning exercises ... The most impressive first time is the happy story of learning to play badminton.
I was only in grade three at that time. I saw Dānlín, a famous badminton player, winning glory for our country on the court, and thought: I want to learn to play badminton, too, and become "the second in Dānlín".
On Saturday morning, I got up early, picked up a badminton racket, tugged at my father's skirt and said, "Teach me." Dad agreed happily, took me to the open space of the community, picked up the racket and said, "You must learn to serve before you can play badminton. See what I do. " In my earnest eyes, my father threw the ball up and the whole person jumped up and waved the racket. Bang, the ball flew towards me at lightning speed. I subconsciously picked up the racket and shook it. Alas, I missed and the ball fell to the ground.
Dad looked at me with a depressed face and shouted, "Pick up the ball quickly, it's your turn to serve." I thought: I have to serve hard so that my father can't catch it, so that I can pull back a ball. I followed suit, throwing the ball gently and hitting the ball. Hey, how did the ball land at my feet? When my second monk was puzzled, my father said cheerfully, "I hit the rubber part of the ball and you hit the feather part." Of course, the ball will not fly forward. " I see. I blushed and smiled shyly.
It was my father's turn to serve, only to see him pick it gently and the ball flew to my chest. I stepped back and gave a light blow. Haha, it's time to witness the miracle. I actually hit the ball back to my father. He struggled to save the ball, but still missed a step. I jumped three feet in joy and said loudly, "Haha, I learned to play badminton."
This experience of playing badminton has taught me a truth: everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you beat the first time, you can get one step closer to success.
3. Write a short essay of not less than 500 words with the theme of "First Feeling-". The first feeling-seeing this topic, one thing that is still fresh in my memory began to come alive again: three years ago, I first expressed my feelings with a pen in the face of white writing paper ... I still felt a little excited when I thought about it. It was in a Chinese class .. There was a little surprise in my heart-an exercise book that I had never seen before was lying there, and its identity was marked with three unique running script fonts: composition book. Should I write a composition in this class? Suddenly it doesn't matter. Composition? It sounds exactly the same as the diary arranged by Teacher Zhang almost every day. I quickly glanced at the title on the blackboard: "the first time _ _" (this coincides with today's composition topic! Without careful consideration and deliberation, I immediately wrote a topic: I felt * * * for the first time and decided to use a recent play experience as the material. I didn't clear my mind, didn't think about the context of writing, and didn't even think about how to start and end. I hastily put pen to paper and explained the time and place in a completely random state. Write ideas! However, there is always a problem. After writing the last full stop of the first paragraph, I found that my inspiration began to dry up. I still remember the crazy speed of the roller coaster, and even the whistling wind still echoes in my ears. I still have a lingering fear, but I'm lost on the road of translating these memories into language. Yes, there are a lot of words in my mind, but I can hardly remember anything at that time. Like a waterfall flowing down in an instant. Five minutes ago, words kept pouring out of the pen tip. Now, I have to stop writing, stare at the composition book and start thinking. In the slight noise of the second hand, a few minutes passed, and the words finally poured into my mind, waiting for me to call at any time. I haven't seen only the connecting sentence between two paragraphs. It seems that a staircase that is the only way home is gone, and I just can't cross it. I mumbled all kinds of possible sentences, but somehow, my brain always protested fiercely: no! It didn't go well, that is to say ... I finally recited 10 minutes, and my composition finally came up. I happily picked up my pen and began to describe the roller coaster and my frightened heart with all the right words I could think of. Fortunately, my pen galloped all the way on the composition book without any obstacles, and I almost just finished writing the full stop and the next sentence. Almost once again, I returned to the feeling of closing my eyes and letting the wind roar in my ear. Soon, a piece of paper was filled with my composition. I quickly marked the ending ellipsis at six o'clock, read it again, and handed my "work" to the teacher with satisfaction after class. Since then, I have deeply fallen in love with composition, and of course, I have carefully conceived it every time. At least I understand.
Writing an argumentative essay on the topic of experience is overwhelming. Everything around me suddenly quieted down enough to hear the sound of my heartbeat. At first, I thought everything was fine. When I opened my heart, I found that I still remembered the dream I weaved yesterday. Looking back, it was 16 years ago. I have grown up, but just as I was bravely marching along the road of life, time has left me far behind. I left a string of deep and shallow footprints behind me. I feel like a lonely long-distance runner. Holding a dim light in his hand, he marched bravely all the way, but he never reached his goal. My dreams, hopes and future beckoned to me in the dim light. This is a long journey. I was confused and confused. I'm tired. I really want to stop and have a rest. But I can't. I had to rush forward desperately. Although my efforts are "crawling forward", I want to be a snail in Jielun. "I want to climb step by step and fly forward with blades at the highest point. I can have big dreams in my small days, and one day, I have my own day. " I like the quiet feeling when I am alone, just like the girl walking alone in Jimmy's cartoon, walking all the time, walking by the sea and walking in the fields. Dizzy A person's feeling is like the string of footprints left behind, clear and bright. Then, in that faint mood and faint voice, he quietly experienced life and survival. It has been said that a princess writes pure feelings on her face and a witch buries them in her heart. We walk on the road of life, and we all bear too much affection, which is enough to touch ourselves. Every footprint has become a beautiful memory in our memory. I planted a seed of hope in my heart. When I grow up, I want to travel around the world and let my footprints spread all over the world. I once dreamed of a place where winding smiles embraced the mountains and streams sang with the wind. The windmill in the distance tells a happy story of late autumn. We walked hand in hand through the hillside covered with maltose ... I really want to read the life in front of me like an idyllic poet. But as time goes on, the little hope seems to be getting farther and farther away. I think that one day, it will break into beautiful bubbles and fill my world in vain. I won't lose it. After all, I once had such a beautiful and sweet dream. Small bubbles can also reflect dazzling light in the sun. On the journey of life, we have experienced many things, both happy and sad. They all add gorgeous colors to our lives. This is how we grew up in a beautiful vision for the future and a keen nostalgia for the past. Let's leave more joy and emotion in our youth and look back at the footprints behind us. After all, we have experienced it. Because of experience, we have grown up. Although we will never find it again, we will not be sad, but we will know how to cherish it and know how to be perfect in the years to come! I have experienced it.
Writing an essay with the theme of "an unforgettable experience" has happy memories in my heart, and among so many memories, I am happiest when I was a soldier and when I was swimming.
Since my uncle opened the Aquatic World Swimming Center, I can swim, play table tennis and keep fit for free.
A few weeks ago, I went to my uncle's house to play table tennis. There is a grandfather here. He plays table tennis very well. This grandfather has been playing with my father. Because he has good control of the ball, people who play with him can smash it out of bounds.
Dad is finished, so it's my turn to play. I pose, wait for grandpa to serve, and when the ball comes, I can spike it with a wave of my hand, and the accuracy of the action can reach more than 50%. Of course, the accuracy of movements will improve with practice day after day. At this moment, a member came along. He watched quietly. Of course, I'm a little embarrassed when people look at me. I also practiced as if he were not here. He suddenly cut in and said, "This little girl has a sense of the ball. Have you studied outside? " I answered truthfully, "I haven't learned." "He said with a smile," It would be great if you went to formal training. " I nodded my head. Being praised is also a kind of enjoyment. My father planned to let me learn table tennis last summer vacation. Since some people say that I have a gift, why not work harder in this respect?
After intense soldier jumping practice, I was sweating all over. At this time, it is most comfortable to go swimming for a while. My uncle's shop is getting better and better, and the water temperature in the natural swimming pool is getting more and more comfortable. Now it's also directed by grandpa. The swimming posture is standard and the speed is fast. There is also an old woman who swims with me, saying that I swim as fast as a mouse, which shows how fast I swim.
In life, there are many happy things, some of which can even make us unforgettable. Let's all remember these joys!
6. Last Monday, when I was writing a composition, I slipped and woke up to find that it was 7: 45. I'm afraid to get dressed, never eat breakfast, and then run to school by bike. I came to the door of the classroom, opened the door and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm late." The teacher didn't say anything, and the students in the classroom burst into laughter. Then the teacher said, "Li Ming, your school uniform is upside down."
Last Monday, I overslept. When I woke up, I found it was already 7: 45. I quickly put on my clothes. Without breakfast, I ran to school by bike. I came to the door of the classroom, pushed it open and said, "I'm sorry I'm late." The teacher said nothing, and the students in the classroom burst into laughter. Then the teacher said, "Li Ming, your school uniform is on backwards."
7. Write an unforgettable composition of more than 600 words on the topic of the first time, telling about the first childhood, the first beginning, the beginning of failure and the successful future.
I have countless fond memories of my first childhood. Like footprints, printed on the road of growth; Like a fallen leaf, floating on the road of life; Like a flavoring agent, it detonated my heart. The most unforgettable thing is to thank my parents for raising me for the first time. It was a Saturday and my family ate late into the night. I walked into the kitchen with two potatoes, and then I smiled and said to my mother, "Mom, my cooking is definitely better than yours."
I peeled the skin carefully, and I wanted to tear it apart. To tell the truth, since I was born, I have never used a kitchen knife, let alone shredded potatoes, or even watermelons. The fruit knife has only been used two or three times, and I cut my hand before cutting the fruit. However, I still have the confidence to do it well. I began to cut potatoes, potatoes, potatoes with a nervous heart. Did I recruit you in my last life or make you angry? Can't you listen? I had a hard time cutting the potatoes, and then I screamed. Look at the potatoes I cut. Some are thin enough to see the moon through it, and some are thicker than the "Chang 'e-1" rocket ship. What should I do? I crustily skin of head opened fire and poured oil. I was preoccupied with shredded potatoes and poured too much oil. I was really careless.
Add onion, shredded potato, pepper and salt first, then stir fry. I was so happy that I couldn't help taking a bite. I screamed again, ah, it's too salty. I added some more water. It looks good, just watch TV, and a smell of paste comes to my face. Ah, the food is burnt. I quickly turned off the fire, set out the food and made an ugly plate. Mom and dad ate my fried food, and they were very upset. Mom did it again. I was so depressed that I hung my head. Seeing me like this, my father sat down beside me and said, "What's the big deal about failing once?"? Failure is the mother of success! You see, your mother has been cooking for nearly twenty years before she can cook so well. You have to lay a good foundation. Don't all high-rise buildings have to lay a good foundation before they can be built? Didn't you learn Latin dance bit by bit? Whatever you do in the future, you should do it bit by bit. And stick to it, understand? " "Well," I nodded. I will never forget this first cooking experience, and I will always remember what my father told me.
Do you know that?/You know what? There is a victory called persistence, and there is a failure called giving up.
8. Write a composition on the topic of [I experienced a setback]. A 300-word setback is a companion that one can't refuse in life. Although it often gives people all kinds of pain, it can make people feel the joy after the pain. Although I have just taken the first step in my life, setbacks have accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Moreover, they all gave me a taste of great and small happiness. Take a small setback I experienced. It was a spring season, and the idea of making an "ecological ball" was always in my mind. For a whole week, I have been looking forward to making an "ecological ball" by myself. This week passed very slowly, and finally it was Saturday! I found an empty Pepsi bottle, went to the river to find some aquatic plants and fine sand, put them in the bottle, filled the bottle with clear river water, and put some beautiful small fish in it. I capped the bottle and stood by admiring my "masterpiece". Made a transparent "ecological ball"! How beautiful! Small fish are swimming around in it. I am happy to put this "ecological ball" on the windowsill and let the sun shine on it. As soon as I got up the next morning, I hurried to the windowsill to watch. All the fish are dead. What's going on here? I feel so uncomfortable. This is the result of my hard work all day! Is it just lost? How can fish die? I rushed to school to ask the teacher. The teacher looked at the "ecological ball" I made and smiled and said to me, "Don't cover the bottle cap, the water is too full." It suddenly dawned on me that plants need oxygen to survive in water, while fish breathe in water. Where does the oxygen come from? So I made an "ecological ball" to make it contact with the air well. This time, the fish not only didn't die, but also swam freely in the water. The aquatic plants were very fresh and tender, which made people feel very comfortable. Finally won after setbacks. This little setback made me understand a truth: when you are frustrated, you should try your best to find the reason for failure, make unremitting efforts and finally win.
9. Write a short essay of not less than 500 words on the topic of "First Feeling-". Fill in the blanks with a simple action of feeling the beauty of a hug for the first time. Open your arms and hug tightly. This is a hug. It is simple and pure, with infinite love. Hugs are beautiful. Have you ever felt it? Yes, I do, and I deeply appreciate the beauty of hugs. It was when I was in primary school, and my mother gave me a hug! I still remember it clearly. That time, I got a high score in the math exam, which really made me overjoyed and extremely happy. When I showed the results to my mother, a happy smile suddenly appeared on her face and she gave me a big hug. At that time, I cherished this hug and studied hard with this strength. However, I once chatted with my classmates and learned that they did well in the exam and could get a lot of delicious food. I don't understand, my heart suddenly lost, and I am no longer in a good mood. After an exam, I did well and was very happy. I have a wishful thinking in my heart, and I can exchange a hug for a long-cherished dress! Hugs are nothing, but clothes are real. I thought, and went home. But when my mother looked at the score and prepared to give me an encouraging hug, I dodged and said my request. Without saying anything, my mother took out the clothes I had long wanted from the closet and gave them to me. "Son, must the real reward be material?" My mother walked away with this sentence. I came to the room alone, lost in thought. It turned out that my mother had already bought me clothes, but I just didn't take them out, just pushed my mother's hug away for material rewards. How sad my mother should be ... I suddenly realized that the real reward is not material! How much can spiritual encouragement and hope get? This hug is entrusted with my mother's infinite love for me! Light as water, but full of sincerity. I came to my mother and put my arm around her. Her mother turned around and hugged me. At this time, the warm aura of burning love surrounded me instantly. Suddenly, the heart lamp lit up the whole heart. I don't want any material rewards anymore, I just want that pure hug. How can everything be compared with family, and how can all rewards be compared with love? Hug is beautiful, love is. .