A. Ask for an 800-word composition entitled "Waiting". Thank you.

Waiting is like an apple that just fell from the tree. You don't know whether it will be sour or sweet after biting.

Waiting is like an apple that just fell from the tree. You don't know whether it will be sour or sweet after biting.

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Do we need to wait all our lives?

The answer is both yes and no.

I remember the teacher told a story: there was a grain of sand, and when I saw my friends around me get into a clam's body, it turned into a pearl. I was envious, so I made up my mind to learn from them and prove my value. It lets a clam get into its shell and dreams of becoming a beautiful pearl. Before long, the sand was wrapped in white mucus secreted by mussels, which made people breathless. Sha thinks the process of becoming a pearl is too painful. I don't want to be a pearl anymore. Finally, the sand could not stand the painful training and was spit back to the bottom of the sea by the clam, and its partner became a beautiful pearl.

The value of pearls and sand is very different. Think about it carefully, the difference between the two is only a short process and experience. Isn't that what people do? Each of us could have been a beautiful pearl, but often because of various personality weaknesses and behavioral deviations, we lost our due brilliance and wisdom, but just a grain of sand. Why can't sand wait? There is a lot of waiting in life!

There is also my personal experience: in primary school, at a class cadre election meeting, I believed that I could be a monitor with my ability, but I hesitated. I don't want to give a speech on the stage. How I wish someone could recommend me. I waited quietly until the last classmate finished, and the teacher looked at me, but I was still waiting for the teacher to wake me up, but waiting didn't make me get what I wanted. I missed that opportunity. Why not give up waiting? Life does not need to wait!

Waiting is like a door that is about to be pushed open. Whether it's wonderful or not depends on you! In the process of waiting, we can really build a bridge between heart and heart. After a long wait, a wave of clouds finally appeared in Pang Spot, enabling him to get out of the way. Everyone must have seen Aladdin's magic lamp! The magic lamp in that fairy tale has been waiting for someone to turn it on one day, which will bring him endless wealth. Finally, Aladdin ended his waiting for the magic lamp, and he also got happiness and wealth. Let's see how many parents are waiting anxiously outside the college entrance examination. They may wait for a surprise, or they may wait for a white joy. However, in any case, they are at least willing to wait for even a wordless ending. Isn't it a happy thing to accept and try to wait?

B. Argumentative essay on waiting

Waiting is a beautiful feeling. When the melody of waiting is playing, before the arrival of hope, what is needed is a peaceful attitude, calm and calm. Dumas once said: "All human wisdom is contained in four words:' wait' and' hope'." In the face of hope, people's fighting spirit is surging like the sea, and their enthusiasm is pouring like a volcano, ready to take the Wan Lifeng to break the waves. The fire of hope inspired people to go forward bravely. In the face of waiting, people are at a loss, sighing and at a loss. Some people are anxious and impatient, while others lament and complain and simply give up. Actually, waiting is not boring. Whether this journey is happy or sad depends on our own mentality to adjust.

Gou Jian's "eternal craftsman's heart" is a brave man who tries his best to make a living. After waiting, he shows his success. In the Spring and Autumn Period, Gou Jian, King of Yue, was defeated by Fu Cha, King of Wu. He endured humiliation and helped the king raise horses, just like a slave. After taking him to Fu Cha, the king of Wu, and letting him go back to China, Gou Jian was determined to remember the suffering and humbleness at that time forever. Bitter hanging beam, sitting and lying will taste; Throw away the bedding when sleeping, and only love the firewood bed. Every minute of suffering, every memory. Gou Jian calmly drinks the pain like the sea, bears the difficulties like the mountain, and never gives up even if he hopes for the quiet light like beans. God will not fail or prepare for it. When the time comes, we will chase and block Wu, win a great victory and wash away the shame. How many people have such patience and perseverance through the ages? If Gou Jian, like all sentient beings, gives up easily and pursues success impatiently, how can there be a day of national subjugation! Gou Jian saved his strength in the process of waiting, spent every night calmly, and greeted the dawn of the next day with abundant vitality. Accumulate in waiting, and get rid of the shame of national subjugation in waiting.

Lincoln, known by historians as a truly great president, will always be remembered by the American people. In fact, he has only succeeded twice in his life, being elected as Senator Elis and President of the United States respectively. Others, it is constantly suffering. Lincoln, who wanted to become a senator, failed repeatedly in the competition, so he wanted to change his life direction and take business as his way out. Entrepreneurship is like a reef on the coast, which constantly experiences setbacks and closes down, and only closes down. This tireless striver is always suffering from waiting, and success doesn't seem to care for him. However, Lincoln still likes to laugh and make funny jokes to sublimate his feelings. At that time, slavery was rampant in the United States, and the outbreak of the Kansas Civil War lit the fuse of Lincoln's hope. He put forward the political proposition of "fighting for freedom and abolishing slavery" and won the people as president in one fell swoop. The waiting road needs smiling and holding hands. Only when you are optimistic about failure and become more frustrated and brave on the road of waiting for success will the fire of hope be lit for you.

The mountain is silent, it is a dignified waiting, waiting is not just a hesitation; The silence of the sun and the moon is a kind of dedicated waiting, waiting for the hope that is rekindled after everything is over; History is silent, it is a dignified waiting, waiting for the harvest after the fate is blank and melancholy.

Waiting is not to passively put yourself into extinction, but to seize the hope of the years and let your calm mind lead you to the front.

When the waiting melody turns into the unvoiced sound around the light beam, the symphony of hope is as brilliant as nature.

C.a story about waiting to knock on the door

Someone is knocking at the door, knocking at the door. ...

On the table in the living room, there is a glass and a pair of tableware alone, reflecting the cold light. The clock on the wall tells a pair of dull eyes that it is already noon.

There is another knock at the door outside.

Sighs filled the whole living room. When the glass kissed the lips, the eyebrows wrinkled and they parted again. There is a family portrait hanging on the wall.

I really want to sleep! Go to sleep, forget everything in the world and never wake up. The old man left the table and collapsed on the sofa. ...

"Grandpa ..."

"Dad ..."

At this time, the son, daughter-in-law, grandson ... all came down from the "family portrait" and talked around the old man to make trouble. The old man closed his eyes sweetly.

Knock, knock ... Who's knocking at the door?

On the table, there is a wine glass and a pair of tableware alone, reflecting the cold light.

The old man came to the window. Autumn wind and autumn rain are everywhere, and the old man can't help shivering. He raised his eyes and looked at the rustling strip. There, a green mailbox stood alone, looking at the old man silently, as if telling a silent melancholy and melancholy. Is it waiting?

The evening breeze brushed the French phoenix tree in front of the door, which reminded the old man of his thoughts. Life, meeting and parting come to mind one by one. Suddenly, his children's smiling faces and a lively and charming family dinner appeared in front of him. Now, the child is old and gone. He is getting old. He always stands at the window like this, killing the days wet by loneliness with expectation. The street lamps lit up one by one, flashing dim light. He thinks the light is sad. Are they also worried that the light of their lives will go out because the sun rises tomorrow?

It was completely dark. The old man still looked out of the window. He has never felt so lonely and lonely as he did tonight. For a long time, his children didn't come back. How much he wanted to tell them, and tell them the lonely inner world that only old people can have. Alas! If people are not old, if they are not retired, if their children will never grow up, if ...

D. composition with the topic of "waiting", about 500 words.

In the flower season, we are waiting for the moment when flowers bloom. One year later, in Mika of Gardenia, we will bid farewell to the lush years of junior high school and experience gorgeous transformation, and we will set sail again.

When I first entered the junior high school campus, I was at a loss in the face of such a master as Lin. I know I need to wait, just like Leng Xue grass grows silently, and one day I will see the rainbow after the rain. So I carved a meaningful sentence in my heart, "Those who can't do it can have no regrets." I went all the way forward, faced difficulties and had no regrets about youth.

Waiting is not a waste of time, nor is it hiding in the corner to escape from yourself. The second is to accumulate their own strength, gather the fruits of success, and let the mediocre life shine. In the noisy city, people are in a hurry and don't want to realize their dreams down to earth. At this time, waiting and calmness are the best magic weapons, and success will not be fleeting like a meteor.

Cold window for several years, once promised a beautiful vision waiting for us to realize. Gorgeous June will make us shine, we are waiting. As students, we gallop in the ocean of knowledge, in order to have a beautiful face like a butterfly in this changing season. Write a perfect ending for the past years.

Young saplings are nourished by sunshine and rain, waiting for the day when they grow into towering trees. The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves on the branches are waiting to return to the soil. I picked it up and counted its delicate texture, knowing that it was waiting for the fallen leaves to return to its lingering destination. Young eagles constantly sharpen themselves, waiting for freedom to soar in the deep blue sky.

I am also waiting, waiting for my own efforts to write a gorgeous life course like summer flowers. Even if I am frustrated and sad along the way, I will stick to it. When I look back on the road I walked in the past, it has always been as clear as moonlight.

Waiting will become a symbol in my youth. At this point, my mind is clear, and I will wait with my classmates and create my own life.

E a narrative with the theme of "waiting" and no less than 800 words.

The shell endured the pain of sand and stone, and finally a dazzling pearl was born; The stormy sky did not collapse, but condensed into countless water droplets and became a magnificent rainbow. ...

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It's sunny. Like a polished sapphire and a well-woven blue satin. Green mountains, villages braving wisps of cooking smoke, and vague jungles are all tranquility in blue and tranquility in blue shadows. ...

Dandelion seed children are listening to their mother's instructions: "children, my lovely children, you will leave me when you grow up and face life independently." I still want to remind you that no matter what happens, you must face it firmly. Dawn comes after night, and rainbow comes after storm! As long as you learn to wait, you will be able to overcome difficulties! We will certainly be able to spread the next generation like our mother and win glory for the nation! ..... In fact, mom can't bear to part with you, but you must learn to survive ... "The wind is blowing naughtily, and no one can speak. The seed child is gone. Mother Dandelion was disappointed, and her eyes became worried and dim. She knew in her heart that it was fate. ...

Two seeds are floating on a piece of land. They got into the soil and waited quietly. ...

The sun set in the west and gradually sank. The red light disappeared and the sky became solemn. Night has come and it is coming to this land. Through the horror of death, slowly approaching ...

A dandelion seed is desperate. It cried in pain, "Who will help me?" Who will help me? ... mom! Mom! Where are you? Come and help me! It's terrible here. It's just a long night waiting for me When will the dawn come? When will this nightmare end? ... I seem to smell death! I must not like summer! Nobody can help me! I only have the right to die! Oh, that's a relief for me! ... I will be treated as useless pig grass when I die. I will be uprooted and fed to pigs, who will chew my body and devour my soul. I will be free from the torture of waiting! ……"

Another seed is cheering himself up: "12 hours later, it will be dawn, and after 365 such nights, it will be summer!" I just need to wait and see the light! Then I can decorate this place! At that time, I could bathe in the sun! At that time, I can see my brother! Then, I can live a happy life! ... yeah! I must wait, tomorrow is bright! Dawn comes after night, and rainbow comes after storm! I will! Will stick to it! Sure! ……"

The sun has risen, and the sun shines on the earth for the 365th time! The light really came to this land! All the darkness is over!

A dandelion is in full bloom in this land. Is proudly opening to the sun. He is the pride of the country. He won.

Where is the other one? As he said, he was treated as pig grass and cruelly treated as a pig. ...

F. how to write a composition on the topic of waiting?

Growth is a long and boring waiting process. Write down your mental journey, your dribs and drabs, and the moment of your growth. . . . In this seemingly long and tedious process, "waiting" gradually faded, and the previous waiting became the beginning of the present, the memory of yesterday, and the expectation of the future!

G. Write a 600-word narrative on the topic of waiting.

Reward score: 100- settlement time: 2009-1-315:19.

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Life has taught me happiness.

Happy one

Eating is the most important thing in life. When my classmates and I rushed to our destination with money, the stones on the ground seemed to deliberately give me a hard time, causing my mother and I to "kiss" and my lips were swollen. A familiar figure flashed in front of me and I looked up. It turned out to be my classmate. He helped me up, and then said in a clear voice, "get up, friend, it's time for dinner." I stood up and rubbed my painful wound. I deeply felt the happiness brought by this classmate who didn't have deep contacts. It took me a long time to say "thank you".

Xingfu Ji

There is a girl in the class who has a particularly bad temper and is nicknamed "big teeth". No one dares to provoke, and the class is rumored: "Big and small things are ok, don't be angry; Otherwise, your face will be completely lost, and you are embarrassed to live. "

I didn't believe this evil, so I finally made an excuse and rushed up to scold her in a "strong dialogue" way. She couldn't stand it, so she rushed out of the classroom with a runny nose and tears. It seems that she was greatly wronged, so I won the reputation of "gritting my teeth bravely" and was even invited by the head teacher to enjoy the "preferential treatment" of "interview and chat".

"How can you scold your classmates like this?" The class teacher shouted. Because I wanted to kill pests for my class, I thought so at that time, but as soon as I talked about it, I said, "She … she is too violent." "She again crazy violence is your classmate. How can you be so stubborn? " ……

I trained badly at that time. Think about it, yes, I was wrong. At this time, I feel comfortable in training, and I even feel very happy.

Xingfu San

I am a sleeping bug. No matter how my mother urges me in the morning, I don't care. "It's six o'clock, son. It's time for school. " I'm anxious again, every few minutes ... soon my father comes, using his unique skills. The first move was overwhelming, and I was rubbed around like flour. If I don't get up, I'll lift the quilt again. Hey, there's nothing I can do. Everything was done quickly, and the breakfast on the table was cooked by my mother, so I didn't have time to enjoy it. I went straight to school without looking. "Oh, I forgot to bring something, because I was in such a hurry." I rushed home and pushed open the door. I was stunned by what I saw. My father was tired and fell asleep on the sofa. My mother sent me a pea-sized pill with water. I turned around so that my mother wouldn't see me. It's all for me! At this time, my tears couldn't help anymore. I'm so happy.

In fact, life is a kind of happiness, and it is life that has taught me to feel happiness.

H. composition with the theme of "waiting"

1. Waiting for life

Ouyang jingxuan, senior three (17)

In a sense, life is a kind of waiting. "If you don't come after midnight, knock off the snuff" is waiting, "There will be another village, and people will wait after dusk" is waiting. Young Helen Keller is waiting for three days of light, beautiful Haizi is waiting for "Spring Blossoms", Barguet vilen is waiting for the piano sound of james last in "Loneliness", and Beckett's characters are waiting for Godot who can bring good luck ... Even after birth, everyone begins to wait for the death of a life that will never fail.

According to statistics, at least one-third of people's life is spent in "waiting". Waiting, sometimes long, may consume our life, such as the arrival of true love and death; Sometimes it is short-lived, such as the announcement of exam results and the beginning of a new day.

Waiting is a little mysterious, a little longing, but it needs patience most. Not all the waiting will come true, nor will it come and go every day, so the taste of waiting is often unpleasant. Take people, for example. The one who waits is more painful than the one who waits, just as the one who stays behind is more painful than the one who leaves. When the guests don't arrive, the waiting host faces the static time; One side is gone, and the other side is shrouded in empty time. Waiting is exciting because there is hope, and boring because the waiting process is not arranged. Therefore, this kind of waiting is a state of mind intertwined with excitement and boredom. After a long time, boredom will prevail. Of course, there are still many anxious people. They sometimes poke their hair into their ears, or smoke and sigh to soothe their anxiety and irritability. Even people who are as calm as a mirror can't get rid of the instant tension and haze. So there is a saying that goes straight to the heart: waiting makes life the easiest to get old.

However, no matter whether the waiting is long or short, it is precisely because of those long or short waiting that our life is full of hope and we have the courage to complete the long journey. Yes, even if there is no love, if there is no yearning for love, where can there be youth and romance? Even if there is no pursuit, if there is no vision for the future, where is the fun of creation? Maybe there is no final result, but if there is no waiting, where will there be a beautiful life? Sometimes, waiting is just a nap in the journey of life. After the nap, our journey will continue. Sometimes waiting is just a process, the process is over and a new journey is waiting for us. Maybe the result and the ultimate goal are not important, but we have to wait for something when we are alive, because we need this process to form our perfect life.

Indeed, waiting is boring, even painful, but people who have no expectations are more boring and more painful. Life without waiting is like a dark night without sunrise, at a loss; Life without waiting is like a necklace without pearls, which is incomplete. Don't complain about waiting, you don't know what a variable is until the last moment, so there are unlimited opportunities and unlimited possibilities.

There are too many waits in life, so we should learn to wait and get used to waiting again and again. (Text 985 words)

The commentary closely follows the topic of "waiting", starting with the plot of "waiting" in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literary works, talking about the inevitability and special state of mind of waiting, focusing on the fact that waiting is accompanied by hope, so people can't give up waiting, because waiting "contains infinite opportunities and endless possibilities". Therefore, "we have to wait for something when we are alive, because we need this one-by-one process to form our perfect life." The language is calm and delicate, and the words and sentences are exquisite. Although there are no specific examples, it also summarizes a certain life and contains a certain philosophy. The ending paragraph is a little overwhelmed and fails to fully satisfy the reader's "waiting".

First, the drama story with the theme of waiting

When the full swing of midsummer turned to the distant land of early autumn, my poetic and childlike life could not continue. It has been almost four years since I left this apartment and this old Lycium barbarum tree and moved to Tsinghua campus. This garden has always been famous for Shui Mu. In spring, the garden is full of red flowers. From a distance, there is a red flame. In summer, weeping willows brush the ground, and thick green flowers flutter in people's eyebrows. Parthenocissus tricuspidata is deserted.

J. waiting for the narrative

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This is a famous ancient cultural city. It's called Xi 'an. Its history is the mighty Terracotta Warriors, its culture is exquisite paper-cutting, and its scenery is unique ink painting.

Tourists from all corners of the country come to this city. At a crossroads, people stood quietly at the zebra crossing, carrying heavy travel bags on their backs and staring at the traffic lights, waiting and waiting. On the wide road, large and small vehicles are constantly flowing.

The green light is off and the yellow light is on.

People are holding children, holding old people and carrying boxes, ready to cross the road and go to the next scenic spot. Cars kept speeding one after another. People are still staring at the traffic lights, waiting and waiting.

The yellow light stopped and the red light came on.

People's first foot stepped off the sidewalk. Cars still whizzed past them one after another. People have tentatively taken another small step. The traffic stopped people from moving on, and the old man behind him was still stumbling. The child held his mother's hand tighter, and the traffic in front of him made him feel at a loss, and his steps only moved a little towards his mother. Father's backpack seems to be getting heavier and heavier, so he can't take the next step and can only wait. The young man stood in the front, like a death squad, aiming at the opportunity and jumping over a relatively flat car. Finally, there is such a row of people standing in the middle of the road. A large group of people are still waiting by the sidewalk. No one knows what they are waiting for, but they can only wait. The car is still driving like that. No driver looked up at the traffic lights, and no driver slowed down because of the crowd crossing the road. They sat quietly in the car, thinking about their journey. The father's face showed a trace of anxiety, and the mother also showed a trace of anxiety, pulling the child's hand tighter. The old man was still standing on the sidewalk, and they watched helplessly. One car passed by and another car passed by.

The red light stopped and the yellow light came on.

Mom and dad took two steps back with their children and returned to the sidewalk. Several boys were lucky enough to cross the road. Most of them are still standing on the sidewalk.

The yellow light is not on, but the green light is on.

They started a new round of waiting.

This is like a scar on the Terracotta Warriors, like a crack in paper cutting, like a mass of ink stains on ink painting.

People continue to wait, wait ...