Witness the excellent composition 1 There is always an inconspicuous green square toy maze in the small drawer of the bedroom desk. Whenever I pick it up, I will think of the scene when I took part in the composition competition. Although it has been a long time, I still remember the experience clearly.
I remember that at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I was woken up by my mother when I was sleeping, remembering that I was going to participate in the city composition contest. There are four people in our class. Thinking of this, I got up and took the admission ticket and set off for the examination room by car.
The exam will begin soon. When I picked up the paper, the black printed words made people look very comfortable. I quickly entered the role after browsing the topics and requirements from the beginning, and picked up a pen to fill in, but the title of an ancient poem puzzled me.
At this time, my little heart began to panic. I chose and denied the answers one by one, and then I chose again after I denied them. After repeated several times, I subconsciously calmed down and silently told myself: "Calm down, calm down! Impulse is the devil, Zhao Jinyang, you can do it. "
"Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared." After repeating what the teacher often said, after repeated elimination, this problem was finally overcome by me.
On the podium on Sunday, I held the Rubik's Cube maze in one hand and the certificate in the other. I was elated and looked at my mother's gratified smile. At this moment, I feel that the Rubik's Cube maze has given me a magical power to support me. At this moment, I feel that I have grown up.
"Rubik's Cube Maze" —— Witness of my growth.
Witness Excellent Composition 2 At 4: 29: 9 pm, I finished it and got a knife in my neck (just because I robbed a bone with minced meat in that butcher shop). I was carried out by the clerk and put under a tree on the street. I feel the blood pouring out of my body and dripping all over the floor.
I had to lie like this, letting the cold wind tear at my wound rudely. I pray that death will come soon and take me to heaven (a kind and helpful dog like me should go to heaven', at least I think so). However, I have nostalgia for life again. Let me have a good look at this world with lovely bones. So I opened my eyes and closed them in fear.
Not far away came a lady with a slim figure, a beautiful face and fashionable clothes. The rate of passers-by turning back is as high as 90%. When she came to my side, my weak breathing accelerated involuntarily, and my heartbeat, which was about to stop, also accelerated. Oh, her beauty is suffocating, and she drives me crazy. My greatest hope in my life-if I can see her smile, I am willing to go to hell. She was about to walk past, but I overcame the difficulty and made a sound from my throat. She turned around! She saw me! I am ready to accept her smile. However, she spat at me and left at a faster pace. Although I can't hear what she is mumbling, I know she scolded me! Angels must be controlled by demons, I thought.