Task composition 1 The jungle is lifeless, and the lights in the cabin in the distance are flickering. In the grass, several special forces waited for an opportunity.
Zhang San is a member of the special forces. He is the youngest in the team. The captain looked at his watch and motioned the team members to gather around him: "The purpose of this operation is to catch the bully leader Li Si and annihilate their gang in one fell swoop. Pay attention to their hostages and don't hurt them! "
"Zhang San, Zhang San ..." The captain called three times in a row, and Zhang San just came to his senses. It turned out that Zhang San's mother had an accident just before he left the mission and was being rescued in the hospital. The captain approved that he could ask for leave, but Zhang San didn't want to see the task fail because of his temporary withdrawal and insisted on coming.
In the hospital, Zhang San's mother was pushed into the operating room, the attending doctor put on her surgical gown, and the lights in the operating room came on. ......
In the jungle, the team members quietly solved the sentry outside the house and rushed into the house at night. Through the gap in the hall door, you can see five gangsters holding three hostages, one of whom is a white-haired woman. Zhang San looked at the woman as if she saw her mother again.
"Zhang San, you are responsible for hitting the door, and the rest of the team put on goggles and are ready to rush in!" Zhang San hit the door with a hammer. The captain threw a flash bomb at the moment when the door was smashed, and there was a strong light. The gangsters raised their hands to block their eyes.
"The wound has been found, and the following suture is started ..." In the operating room, the attending doctor calmly took the scalpel handed over by the assistant. This is his fifth operation today. Standing for eight hours has exhausted him. The assistant lovingly picked up the tissue and wiped the sweat from the attending doctor's forehead.
The special warfare team rushed into the room and quickly subdued four gangsters. Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Si pulled up the woman closest to him and put a gun to her forehead: "Whoever dares to come over, I will kill her!" " "Zhang SAN looked at the woman's frightened eyes, the in the mind inexplicable love dearly. He jumped at Li Si in desperation. Li Si paused and shot at Zhang San with his gun. Zhang San shook his body and the bullet went through his arm. The players took the opportunity to hit Li Si with one shot, and the task was completed.
The operating room was busy, the patient's heart stopped beating, and the attending physician was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation over and over again. "Di-di-di-",finally, the patient came back to life and the operation was successful.
At dawn, the sun shines on the walls of jungles and hospitals.
There are rows of trees beside the busy road. Among these trees, two are the most striking. An old tree, the trunk is hollow, the bark gradually falls off, the leaves are sparse, and there is not much vitality; There is also a small tree, which just grew this year. Look, the leaves are tender and green. It stole all the limelight from the surrounding trees. Because of the obvious contrast between old trees and young trees, people will pay attention to them when crossing the road. But the relationship between them is not very good. Because this little tree looks down at the old tree next to it.
Since the young tree was born, it looked down on the old tree. It overlooks the sparse yellow leaves of the old tree; Overlooking the bark of an old tree that is about to take off; I despise the fragile life of the old tree, which is coming to an end. It has never really seen an old tree.
One day, a mother led her child to two trees.
"Mom, look, this tree must have been on the side of the road for many years." The child pointed to the old tree and said to his mother, "It is going to die, and it has dedicated everything to this road."
The mother nodded and said to the child, "You should be a dedicated person like an old tree!" " "
Hmm? Xiaoshu felt very strange that they didn't seem to see me. When they walked away, the young tree looked at the old tree for a while and said to the old tree, "Hey, what are you better than me?" ? Why do they only pay attention to you? "
"Dedication." The old tree said to the young tree in a low voice.
"dedication? Hum, I showed them my most beautiful posture. Isn't this dedication? "
The old tree said seriously, "Do you know why people planted us here? If it's just for appreciation, they will plant us in the park or at home. Son, we have a new mission-to protect the roadbed and purify the air. " With these words, the old tree was too weak to speak any more.
After listening to the old tree, the young tree bowed his head in shame.
Soon, the old tree came to the end of its life, and it finally fell down. The small tree next to it took root desperately because it had firmly remembered the old tree's words.
I was born at the moment when a huge ship was beating against the sea. I am a wave without direction. Looking up at the castle peak, it is located outside the world, drifting blankly with the ups and downs of the waves.
In the distance, an island's isolated and boundless ocean, continuous mountains and green Woods pulled me and took me in its direction. I drifted forward with the big waves, and the island became clearer in my eyes. Finally, I touched the edge of the island. Looking up, a little boy squatted on the shore. His body is full of sunshine and his eyes are particularly bright. He pursed his lips seriously, bowed his head and prayed, solemnly held down a paper boat and gently swung the bow to the west.
"Please take it to the mainland!" He pointed to the west.
Looking back, I saw two lines neatly arranged on the ship, "Homesickness is a shallow strait, I am here, and the mainland is there."
I leaned against the paper boat and realized its weight. The bow points to the west, and that's my direction. This is my mission.
I carried a paper boat on my back, bypassed the island and drifted towards the mysterious place filled with mist. The sky is gray and the clouds in the distance are crowded together. I paddle the water and rise and fall with the sea.
"ah! Dude, are you tired of walking with things on your back? What a fool! " The waves rolled away with a smile, leaving me firmly facing the west, carrying the boat, always on guard and carrying a load on my back.
There is a terrible shining purple in the gap between clouds, followed by thunder that captures people's hearts. The wind turned a big bend on its own. The rainstorm fell in an instant and almost scattered me! The wind is pushing, and the dark blue water is opening its mouth, trying to swallow my tiny spray together with the paper boat on my back mercilessly! I want to go upstream! The direction pointed by the ship is my direction, and I have a mission.
I don't know how I escaped the big waves, but my weight is still there. Ahead, it is a beautiful and foggy continent. With all my strength, I rushed to the shore and put the boat gently on the beach. As soon as I saw it, the playful children ran to me and happily picked up the paper boat and studied it for a while: "Look, there is a poem on the boat!" " As if I had completed my mission, I retreated and sank into the sea.
I am an ordinary wave after all. This unusual wave carries an unusual weight. I am not drifting in the vast sea, but heading for my mission in the direction indicated by the bow.
Tomorrow is the sports meeting, and I am very excited. The deer in my heart is running in my heart like never before. What? You ask what is rare about the sports meeting, which is held every year. But this year is different because I have a glorious mission!
My task is to raise the flag!
In physical education class, the teacher said that the school sports team should choose four people to join the national flag team. The students scrambled to raise their hands and shouted, "teacher, I'll do it." But I didn't raise my hand, but I really wanted to attend. After all, I experienced the fun of playing the national flag horn last year! I pretended to be dismissive and looked out the window. The teacher suddenly woke me up. I must have chosen me. I'm so happy! In the afternoon, Xie Ao and I went to find a teacher and were preparing for training. The Chinese teacher asked us to return to the team to practice gymnastics, and our hearts seemed to fall from the sky to the ground. Alas, let nature take its course! We are doing exercises weakly. It was dissolved after a while. There is always something in my heart that I can't swallow. I asked the Chinese teacher, "Why don't we raise the national flag?" We trained last year! " "The teacher's answer made me ecstatic:" Who said you wouldn't lift it? "I mean, you should practice first." Haha, the two of us are back at work again!
The broadcast sounded: "Please gather in the designated seats and hold a rehearsal immediately ..." The four of us excitedly launched a bright five-star red flag.
The rehearsal has begun, and our national flag team is at the forefront with great momentum. Xie Ao and I became two other mentors because of our actual combat experience. Teach them how to lift and walk when turning. The teacher spoke into the loudspeaker and ordered, "The national flag team is ready. Let's go. " The four of us walked forward with a serious face and spared the game for a week. We went to the designated place and waited for the whole school to enter. The students at the back asked me curiously, "Are you tired?" I said cheerfully, "I'm not tired." Yes, this glorious mission is enough to make me forget all my fatigue!
After the rehearsal, we went back to the classroom. The rehearsal scene just now is in my mind, playing like a slide show.
Well, I will cheer up and complete my glorious mission tomorrow!
In the morning, I hung on a high branch and was awakened by the sun. The bird's song came from above my head, and I was all ears. It's not loud, but it sounds clear, how crisp and beautiful! I looked down at everything around me and saw nothing but high and low grass and bushes. My curiosity gradually disappeared, replaced by a moment of silence.
I don't know who touched me lightly. It's already dusk. The fiery sunset painted my face pale red, and I was intoxicated in such a sweet dream. At this moment, I forgot that I was a leaf, but like a graceful little red butterfly, flying to the sunset and slowly melting into the fiery red clouds. If I were really as free as a butterfly ... how happy I would be!
Tens of thousands of days and nights have passed, and those evil bad children are even more rampant. They tore my green clothes at will. When the guards came to discipline them, it was too late. Alas, poor me, I was bitten beyond recognition. I am very worried: will others treat me differently? I looked down, only to find that when the original strong partners frowned? Time flies so fast, sometimes in the blink of an eye, but what greets us is decay and fatigue. Can't we expect more from life?
I don't think so. This is our mission.
The cold winter came, and with the biting wind, almost all the companions in the tree were swept down. We are flying freely all over the sky at the moment, with the mission of leaves-"turning into spring mud and protecting flowers more." Maybe we will be forgotten forever.
No, it will not be forgotten forever. I believe that our descendants, descendants, descendants … can always remember the last moment and close their eyes.
The existence of life needs no reason, but the continuation of life needs thousands of reasons. With ignorance and longing for life, the seed dives fearlessly into the soil, cracks, cement or streams, and into the land it thinks it can survive.
When he is ready to meet the world, he may see millions of compatriots, but what is not new may be seeing cliffs. More unfortunately, what he sees is overwhelming white tiles and cold iron faucets. The only advantage in that lifeless world is that no one competes with him, but this may mean how poor the living conditions are, so he has only one task and one goal here-to live, which is the only meaningful thing in his life.
Living in the bathroom is ridiculous, because it is not a place for "people" to live at all. Maybe the owner of the bathroom found you that day and accidentally broke you in half, but if there are signs of life, you should stick to it and live. You have to drink the fog on the wall.
These things happened in my bathroom. One day when I was taking a bath, I saw a green thing under the faucet. At first, I realized it was grass, but I couldn't see clearly without glasses. Plus, I thought this kind of thing would only happen in American literature, so I crossed myself and it turned out to be such a comedy. Only when I broke him in the middle did I know that he was a life.
I can't help feeling a little guilty about letting such an unfortunate life die.
When I came to this "barren land" again the next day, I was shocked to see the grass. It actually increased by half again, really. It is as strong as the pine and cypress in ancient poetry, perhaps because he survived with the belief and mission of survival, even if there is only a glimmer of hope for life.
Watching the grass grow day by day, I saw his true colors. It's actually a little flower or something. Compared with before, he has grown more dense buds and is working harder to complete his mission.
A grass can be even crazier under my strangulation, because it has a mission of survival. I am alone. We should grow up in the constant tempering of life. Because I have a dream.
I am an exercise book. I am supposed to be a towering tree, but why am I an exercise book now? That will start when we are still seeds.
I used to be a seed. One day, I was planted in the soil, and someone came to water and fertilize me every day. Slowly, slowly, I grew up. Suddenly one day, a stranger came up to me with a chainsaw, and I thought, don't cut me! Don't cut me! Finally, he cut me with a chainsaw. I endured severe pain and finally fainted.
When I opened my eyes again, I was held in my hand by a child. I want to know what happened. What have I become? The little boy took me to the door of a house. He opened the door, put me on the table and left. I asked the table, "Do you know who I am?" The table said, "You? Don't you just have an exercise book? Young master will write on you. When you are covered with words, you will be put in a dead place, or you will be thrown away. "
At this time, I realized that it was the bad guy who sawed me with a chainsaw and sent me to the processing factory, and then made me into an exercise book and sold it in the store. I was very angry. Because I used to help people stop sandstorms, purify the air and beautify the environment in the forest, and now I have been cut down. At this time, the little boy came back. He dressed me in comfortable clothes, covered the book cover, and then wrote down a lot of knowledge on me every day. One day, he finally wrote all over me, and then he locked me up, so I had to sleep.
I don't know how long it took before I saw the light again. The little boy has grown up. He picked me up, looked through it several times slowly, and finally sighed and sent me to the scrap collection station. Here, I got a new life and was processed into an exercise book again. I think: Although I am no longer a big tree, I am still silently making contributions to mankind. This is the mission of a tree!
I stood outside the delivery room like an ant on hot bricks. When I heard my son's first loud cry, I had just returned from an army exercise. Excited heart, will be a steady stream of blood, shooting at the highly excited brain, commanding trembling hands, using mobile phones that can not be sent in groups, sent more than 100 text messages to announce the birth of his son Yang Zongheng.
From a boy to a man, from a son to a father, I suddenly felt that my shoulders were tough. A man without a father is equivalent to a soldier without fighting.
For a time, as a young father, the father's love in my heart was like a mountain, but I didn't know how to pour it out. I look upright, my eyes are straight and my hands are hard, just like a recruit who needs to be beaten. Many people say that it is "hate iron and not produce steel" for children, but is steel hated? No, steel is made. No one is born a good father. This requires exploration, communication, learning and improvement. Now, my face is still straight, but more kind; Eyes are still straight, but more is appreciation; The means are still hard and flexible. I am afraid that one day I will regret not being a young father when my children are young.
I know, maybe I'm getting farther and farther away from the life I want. I know that passion and spirit are getting old day by day. But when I think of a kind woman with a warm smile and a naive, brave and determined child, my heart will suddenly be full of ambition and fighting spirit, which makes me feel that life is beautiful and expensive.
There is a person in this world who hides all his humbleness and humiliation in his heart and then stands in front of us in the image of a mountain. This man is the father. This is my understanding of the meaning of father.
To love a child, we must accumulate three kinds of wealth for him: to make his body great; Let his personality become more and more perfect; Let him enrich himself more and more.
My son, my father has nothing. All my father can give you is health, courage and love for life.
Task composition 9 "Bang Bang" A pair of old, dark and wrinkled hands are knocking on a nail. The nail was gradually inserted into a board, and the board trembled with the spikes, but the hammer and the nail still collided.
The nail went into the board. All it knows is to poke inside. Nothing can stop it from going deep into and through this board. Its profound learning spirit is the excellent quality that contemporary youth should have. Facing the obstacles that will appear in front of us or in the future, we should study like iron and make unremitting efforts. Only by adhering to the quality of contemporary youth can we build a better life and make our country more harmonious, prosperous and democratic.
The nail has buried his body in the board, leaving only half of his body exposed. There is no power to pull it out. It clung to the plank that realized its dream. We all stuck to our dreams, didn't we? In daily life, for the dream I look forward to. Vision is the feeling farthest from understanding. We know each other's dreams, so we have to fight for our dreams, big or small. If you realize it earlier, you will have new dreams. We should stick to our dreams like iron on that board, and we will succeed forever.
The nail penetrated the stubborn board, pierced it and showed the world its own stitch. Will be connected with other blocks to make wooden tools. Success is within reach. Our success is also within reach, easier than nails. Our success seems so simple, a pass, a full attendance, a breakthrough in life. Persistence is the characteristic of iron, which can withstand the passage of time and the external wind and frost. No matter how long it lasts, the success of Iron is the result of persistence. This is exactly what we should do as the pillar of future "construction" and stick to that unique and beautiful goal.
The wooden furniture is finished, and so is the mission of iron. It's deep in the block of wood. No one knows what it has done, but it has its own success.
Composition of the delegation 10 Our delegation
"I am a small poplar tree by the roadside. My purpose is to absorb harmful substances and release oxygen. This is the mission of our poplar family, the mission of our tree family, and the mission of our plant family. "
I have been fulfilling this mission every day since I was born. I asked my mother, "Mom, when will this task be completed?" Mother said, "From birth to death." I'm a little depressed. Said, "Then I can't do anything else in my life?" Mother said, "Our whole plant family is like this." Before I came to talk to my mother, a loud noise startled me. I know another tree has fallen. I said to my mother, "mom, look how miserable our tree family is." We gave oxygen to animals and people, but in the end animals kept eating our leaves and people cut us down! " Mom said; "Generally speaking, the purpose of our trees is dedication. Leaves are for animals that eat plants, branches make nests for birds, and trunks make furniture for people. " "We are really unlucky!" I said. Mother said, "They will give us something in return." "What reward?" I said. Mom said, "Look at the bird droppings on the ground. That's the cream that the birds gave us. " I nodded, and my mother said, "Look at the shit of that animal. It's chocolate beans given to us by the animal. Look at the dead man. It's Peking Roast Man given to us by someone. I ate "Beijing roast leg" and said, "Let's build a good mission." Mom said, "You should finish your mission well. When you reach your age, your mission will be completed. " With that, my mother fell down. I said, "Our task is to die!" Mother nodded her head.
The mission of a tree is to give life.
A few years later, I grew up as big as my mother, and that's how I taught my children. However, I don't understand a question, why should we tree people give our lives?