I seem to have fallen into the abyss. I feel that my efforts and my great ambitions have vanished with this ruthless score. I look up at the sky. Why doesn't God take care of me?
Inadvertently, I saw him, and my outlook on life changed.
I locked him up and let him wave his eight legs. There is nothing he can do. Noble blood runs through his young body. He must be very angry when he suddenly came to this insecure place just now. So the weak guy began to try to leave this terrible place. He climbed slowly to the mouth of the box step by step, and fell off as soon as he climbed to the edge, but he didn't lose heart. Once, twice, three times ... I can't help secretly laughing at this guy's pedantry. Suddenly, he jumped into the air. "Oh my god, he almost climbed up. With the sound of his fingers tapping on the mouth of the box, he fell down again. I thought he would give up, but he stood up again! I suddenly realized that my prisoner was going to escape from prison.
His persistence angered me. I can't believe I can't catch spiders! So, I put the lid on and shut him up for a day. When I opened the lid again, I was confident that he must have given up, so I looked down at him with a firm attitude. Sure enough, he didn't want to escape again. Obviously, he is physically and mentally exhausted, and my heart is inexplicably filled with regret.
So I didn't close the lid again. On the third morning, I came to "visit" my prisoner. I was shocked-the box was empty. He managed to escape from prison and I lost.
The road of life is full of thorns, which hinder our progress, but if we face setbacks directly and persevere, we will certainly overcome them and reap a bright future!
I don't want to describe the noble quality of this spider in words. I just hope that this noble prisoner can forgive me for taking away his freedom for three days.
Spiders are still like this, what should I do? Experience is beautiful, I am grateful for this experience, let me understand the true meaning of life!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
Through the detailed description of the spider breaking away from the box, the author of this paper feels its perseverance in the face of setbacks, and the author is deeply moved, thus realizing the true meaning of life. The description of spiders in the article is delicate and vivid, which is very infectious.
Spanking reminds me of being spanked by my mother yesterday, which is still fresh in my memory.
Yesterday, my mother asked me to do a math test paper to see if I had forgotten last semester's knowledge. My mother said, "You have to get 90% or my mother will be angry!" " My mother has always been strict with me, but I still don't know how my mother will punish me. When the test paper was finished, my mother also finished judging, and said to me, "Come here, I finished judging the test paper! Let me tell you something! " I went to have a look, and I was blindsided. I only got 67 points! My mother told me the questions first, and found that some of my questions should not be wrong, so she hit my palm with a ruler, which hurt! The paper is finished. Mom said, "You didn't do well in the exam this time! Say, what should I do? " "hit." "Where to fight?" I hesitated and said, "spank." Mom said, "OK, first take off your pants and underwear, lift up your clothes, and then lie on the piano stool with your ass up high!" " "
Soon, my mother came. I saw my mother holding a feather duster, and I was scared. Before, my mother hit me dozens of times at most. "You got 67 points today, 23 points short of 90 points, 2 times spanking, 46 times with * * *, just didn't listen to me carefully, you want to play 65 times! This is the rule of our family! " Mom didn't see my ass pouting, so she hit my ass with a feather duster first, and then went to get some pillows.
Mom started fighting. She hit me twenty times with her hand first. It doesn't hurt, but I know my ass must be red. My mother started hitting with a feather duster. "Fight, fight, fight ..." I cried and begged my mother for mercy. My mother said, "you did so badly in the exam, how can you not fight!" Don't move your ass! " Mom is really angry this time!
After 65 strokes, my mother said, "Don't lift your pants, stand in the corner as punishment!" " ! Move and spank five times! "I obediently went to, and then, I insist on not to live, moved, my mother hit my ass five times with the hand.
In the evening, my mother gave me an anesthetic and said to me, "I don't want you to break the stick with a bear after I hit you like this." Next time, I will continue to spank! " Do you hear me? "I promised my mother that it won't happen again.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This article writes "spanking" from a unique angle. The author starts with spanking and ends with spanking, which is not only considerate, but also well-meaning. The full text makes a profound excavation and reflection on spanking, which has strong practical significance.
Tonight, my father went to the office, my mother surfed the Internet in their room, and I watched Harry Potter by the oven alone.
My mother asked me to do my homework, but I still read there. After a while, my mother asked me to keep a diary. I said, "Bring my diary!" "Then he buried himself in his book." Come and get it yourself! "Mom said stiffly. I was still reading there, and soon my mother urged me, "Come and get my diary. "I didn't answer, but I was still reading there. My mother couldn't hold her breath and stormed over. As soon as I saw the battle, I thought: this is over. So I put the blanket in the oven as armor. My mother was so angry that she went to the kitchen and got an iron bar to dry clothes. I suddenly trembled. My mother tried to lift the blanket, but I caught her firmly. My mother had to spank me with a stick. I felt a sharp pain and rolled on the sofa. My hands are sweating. My mother still won't spare me and hit me with a stick. I quickly surrendered on the spot: "Give me a break, give me a break, I'll get the diary myself. "I put on my shoes and my mother put down the iron bar, but she still didn't spare me. She kicked me hard under the knee, and I felt a cold stab in the bone below the knee. I quickly said, "Give me a break, give me a break. I will never do this again. " My mother stood in front of me and said, "Do you keep a diary or should I?"? "? Don't write unless you write yourself! "Then I turned and went online. I tried to keep a diary, but my mother gave me a good beating. I thought to myself, if I don't write, I won't write. It's none of your business. Come to think of it, I am not good at writing in class, so I'd better practice writing. So I went to my mother's room and took my diary to the living room. My mother not only didn't praise me, but also insulted me: "Your mother told you to keep a diary, but you didn't want to take a notebook. Do you keep a diary or should I? "
I hurried to the living room with my diary. I thought, what should I write? About mom hitting me? Yes, I wrote this diary.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This narrative makes the little author realize the importance of doing homework through a "spanking" choice. The full-text narrative is coherent and vivid, which reproduces the nervous picture of spanking. The structure of the article is also quite special, echoing from beginning to end. Generally speaking, it's good exercise.
After the storm, a meteor pierced the night sky, which was the trace of my thriving in the storm.
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Isn't it a kind of happiness when flowers bloom with beautiful smiling faces and make smiles fly, when grass breaks through the ground with tenacious will, when wonderful notes play the symphony of the times, and when we are extremely sad?
Each of us has experienced sadness. Narrow-minded people will never fall into the abyss, while broad-minded people will regard it as the cornerstone, make a comeback and get happiness.
Sadness is the cold wind, and happiness is the majestic posture of pine trees standing proudly in the winter wind; Sorrow is a storm, but happiness is a rainbow after the storm; Sadness is the depth of the blue sky, while happiness is the realization of white clouds, and it is the swan song of "Other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". How can you see happiness without experiencing sadness?
Life is in a hurry, and youth is not a fleeting period. We are in the season of youth, how can we let sadness pass our youth quietly? If fate breaks the sail of hope, please don't despair, the other shore is still there; If fate withers the beautiful petals, please don't sink, spring is still there. Willow withered and green, flowers withered and blooming, and life is short. Why not make your life full of happiness in this short life? Sorrow is only the passport of the weak, and happiness is the epitaph of the brave. Friend, why should we be sad? Have we forgotten that "there is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village"?
A writer once said, "when I go out, the hut is the starting point of my happiness, and when I come back, the hut is the end point in my opinion." Wandering back and forth between happiness and happiness, where is the bad road? "Successful people often have this optimistic attitude because they have experienced countless sorrows.
Sunshine is always after the storm, but the storm is also beautiful. The same is true of life, and it will be infinitely wonderful after twists and turns. Pearls are produced when shells endure pain; Butterflies are formed by caterpillars that tolerate eclosion; Diamonds are carved from diamonds. All kinds are the beauty of wind and rain. Life is complete only after experiencing wind and rain.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is an argumentative essay. The theme of the full text is clear, with far-reaching ideas and distinct argumentation levels. Metaphor argument is the most used argument method in this paper, which makes reasoning more vivid, simple and infectious. It will be more convincing if some factual arguments can be properly adopted.
Spanking: I knew I was doomed this time, so I consciously said, "I should spank." Dad asked again: where to fight? I thought about it and answered: spanking. Dad agreed. He said, take off your pants, lie on the bed and hit you 40 times with a belt. Don't cry, don't hide and don't use your hands when you fight, or you will fight from the first time. Do you agree? I was so scared that I quickly agreed. I began to take off my pants, even my underwear to my knees, and then I lay naked in bed and waited quietly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad put out his cigarette, stood up and walked up to me, took out a belt from the closet and folded it in my hand. Before I could fight, my heart got cold.
Dad came to me and put his hand on my back. I knew the suffering had begun. Looking back now, my father's belt turned around and crunched on my ass. I still remember the feeling of fear, shame and pain at that time. Because I have never been beaten before, I almost cried out in pain when my father pulled a belt off. I don't want to experience the feeling of getting naked with a belt for the second time. I just feel my ass burning and it hurts like hell. Every time my father hits it, he stops for a few seconds. It was very painful during that time, and the pain of just hitting it was vividly played. My father also asked me if I would dare to do it next time. Do you know what to do in the future? I grit my teeth, my ears can. All I can feel is a pain in my ass.
But until then, I was still proud and only answered the words "I know I was wrong" and said nothing else. Dad still thinks that I am unrepentant and it hurts me even more. I can't stand more pain. I can feel my ass being beaten. I'm almost finished. After 30 calls, my mother came back. She came to open the bedroom door and heard the sound inside was wrong. This made dad even more angry, and the last few times were even more difficult. I almost fainted in pain, but no matter how painful it was, my father hasn't finished playing. The only thing I can do is to lie still in bed.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is a narrative-oriented exercise. The author pays attention to the details of "spanking" to express the characters, which is very vivid. In the narrative process, the little author's feelings of fear, shame and pain are fully reflected and can move people's hearts.
Feeding goldfish Every time I see a lively and lovely goldfish, I will see the scene of raising goldfish as a child in my mind. It is dressed in gold and has two big round eyes.
It was a cold winter and my mother bought me a small goldfish. After the little goldfish came home, I excitedly ran to the fish tank to see it, but it was afraid and stuck its head out of the water of the fish tank, so I had to keep a certain distance from it to see it. However, a few days later, I got acquainted with the little goldfish. The little goldfish wagged his tail when he saw me, as if he were greeting me, so I teased him with my hands. However, the problem comes again. Gradually, I don't know why, the little goldfish ignored me again, and it didn't want to feed it. I asked my mother, and her words were so profound that I couldn't understand them, so I had to hope that the little goldfish would return to its original appearance.
At night, the biting cold wind makes me tremble. At this time, I thought of my little goldfish, afraid that it would freeze. So I got up and walked to the fish cake, and found the little goldfish motionless, with no eyes, and straight open. When I saw it, I thought the little goldfish was frozen stiff, so I quickly changed the ice water into boiling water. At this time, the little goldfish is very lively, jumping around in the water. However, like a headless fly, I thought it was too excited, so I ignored it and proudly said, If I hadn't warmed up with the water, the little goldfish would have died now! Say that finish, I went back to bed and slept peacefully.
The next day, I got up early, and what I saw was a big shock? The little goldfish looked up and floated on the water, with no breath at all. I was in tears, and my mother was in a hurry to ask something. I told my mother what happened last night, and her mother smiled: little fool, little goldfish is hibernating, and goldfish can't live under hot water! After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly realized and blushed.
Although it has been a long time, through this incident, I understand that the living environment of animals cannot be changed at will, just like a small goldfish.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This paper begins with a topic, the middle part describes the process of "I" feeding goldfish, and finally concludes that "the living environment of animals cannot be changed at will, just like small goldfish" The full-text language is fluent, the narrative is natural and vivid, and the author's love for feeding fish is revealed between the lines.
The beauty of twists and turns, smooth sailing, was once the expectation of many people. However, the dull life has passed, but there is no trace of confrontation with fate. Is this smooth really worth looking forward to? Perhaps, only a life that has experienced setbacks, successes, sweat and tears can be considered beautiful.
Twists and turns often cultivate different temperament. I have a teacher who has suffered hardships since childhood and strives for happiness by her own perseverance when she grows up. She has a special beauty, a stable force, and has been quietly moved unconsciously. That kind of temperament is the wealth given by years and the best reward for fighting against fate. I have always longed for a rich life journey like her. If so, decades later, sitting by the fire with silver hair, I will be able to smile gently and be lost in thought when I recall this journey.
People who have not experienced twists and turns are fragile, and may be stumped by things that ordinary people think are not worth mentioning, or even go astray. How many college students choose to give up their lives because they can't stand the temporary failure, and let their youth turn into blood and tears, and how many people give up on themselves because of heavy work and blame others. Some parents want their children to be worry-free forever out of love for them, but how can they protect their children's lives?
A while ago, my roommate fell in love with an artist named Han Geng. As a teenager, he went to Korea for training alone. After countless sufferings and unfair treatment, he finally created a world. People not only like his songs, but also are moved by his struggle. Today, Han Geng has gained success and bid farewell to the original days. And I think, if there were no original twists and turns, he wouldn't have grown so fast. Only when we have tasted all the flavors in the world in twists and turns can we embrace a complete life.
If a sailor has not experienced a storm, he can't be said to be a qualified sailor; If a hunter has never met a real black bear, he can't be said to be a qualified hunter; If a person has never experienced a trough in his life, then his greatest disability in this life is perfection. After all, we are facing life.
Twists and turns are beautiful, although only a strong person can see this beauty.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This argumentative paper focuses on the beauty of twists and turns. The article begins with the title, deepens the theme at the end, and illustrates the beauty of twists and turns with examples in the middle. The language of the article is beautiful, convincing and infectious, which makes us realize what is the beauty of twists and turns, which is thought-provoking and good. Hope to continue to work hard!
After the third grade, it is also the kind of happy and urgent class bell that sings quickly under the footsteps of wind and fire; Teachers' heartfelt words and parents' earnest teachings are constantly echoing in my ears; The darkness of night and the gentle light stand quietly opposite each other; Hard exams and sleepy in the morning have become an essential routine. This is our third grade, which is painful and happy.
Early in the morning, under the "indiscriminate bombing" of the alarm clock, I had to open the black panda eye and rub it. I got up at once, dressed, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I wolfed down a few mouthfuls of millet porridge cooked by my mother, shouldered my schoolbag and hurried to school, taking a long breath at the door of the classroom. Fortunately, before the fierce face of the head teacher appeared, he took out his textbook and read the classical Chinese and boring English words he had learned. The first ray of sunshine in the morning poured down, and all my troubles and anxieties disappeared without a trace. I cheered up and started a new day.
The sultry weather at noon attracted sleepy people everywhere. Looking up, a large group of people were playing chess with Duke Zhou, and the teacher's violent cough interrupted the dream. Dozens of pairs of painful eyes tried to keep their eyelids from drooping and stared straight at the blackboard full of formulas. We sacrificed the happy time after class, but looked for the little comfort and happiness that survived in the sea of questions.
The afterglow of the sunset is faintly projected, reflecting the beautiful foothills in the distance. I want to ride the wind and fly to the vast seaside to see the beauty of the sea; I want to fly in the clouds, come to the vast grassland and enjoy the clouds on the horizon. I always fantasize like this in the pale light. Fantasize about the beauty of the future and what it will be like after the simple and beautiful dream is realized. The goal I am pursuing seems to be smiling and waving at me ahead. I will risk my life to get closer to my dream.
In the third grade, I experienced hardships, but there was no lack of happiness; In the third grade, I experienced loneliness, but there was no lack of friendship. In the third grade, I felt the pressure, but there was no lack of endless motivation from my dreams. Isn't this a kind of happiness?
It is also a kind of happiness to experience the third grade.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
In this paper, the author describes the life experience from early morning to sunset in the third grade, and expresses the author's feeling that "experiencing the third grade is also a kind of happiness". The article is vivid in narration, colloquial in language and full of life flavor.
Feed the goldfish on Sunday, the weather is fine! Wenwen invited me to play in the park, and I readily agreed.
When we came to the small pond in the park, wow! Many little goldfish! Red, yellow, red, white and black, swimming around, so cute! We've lost count! The pond is also used by many people who keep goldfish, including adults, more children and grandfathers who sell fish food. Wen Wen said for the first time, "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, look at a big fish over there!" " At this time, I just came to my senses and said, "Wenwen, look at those people who feed it to fish." I said, "I want to feed it! """Yes, let's go find someone else's fish food." Wen Wen said.
I thought of another good idea. Don't we have peanuts in our hands? Let's exchange! I found my first "goal", a little sister. I went up to her and said, "Little sister, I'll give you a peanut. Can you give me some fish food? " "All right!" My little sister generously gave me some fish food when she finished speaking.
As soon as I spilled fish food, the platinum fish was so greedy that it was taken away immediately. Platinum fish usually bully black goldfish like this. No, I have to think of something today.
It can't be like this anymore, or the snakehead will starve to death. I used my head and finally thought of a way. First, I sprinkled some fish food on the platinum fish, and then I sprinkled some on the black goldfish. Platinum fish, black goldfish finished eating. In this way, they are all full and swimming leisurely in the fish tank.
At five o'clock, my mother and Wenwen's mother came to see us together. Seeing me picking up fish food on the ground, I felt very sorry for me, so I bought a bag of fish food for both of us. At first, I was reluctant to feed a fish food alone. My mother asked me why, but I didn't want to say the real reason. My real reason is that I can't bear to part with it, so I said, I'm afraid of fish cards. This sentence made mom and aunt pony laugh and spent a happy afternoon in happy laughter.
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This is a story about the little author and his mother feeding golden fish together. It is not easy for a young author to observe the details of life carefully and write what I see in his own handwriting. It's amazing that a fifth-grade child can have such a writing level.
How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? The eagle soaring in the vast sky must have experienced the pain of countless times when the mother eagle fell off the cliff before tempering a pair of volley wings.
A bright pearl must have experienced numerous peristalsis of the clam body and polished by numerous storms before it can shine.
Similarly, a truly successful person must stand up again after countless falls, because "how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" No one can succeed casually. "
Shi Tiesheng fell and lost his legs, which was a heavy blow to anyone. But instead of losing confidence in life, he expressed his infinite love for life with his brain and hands.
Beethoven was blind and deaf, but he still wrote many musical works, such as Hero and Destiny. In the misfortune of life, he stubbornly grasped the "throat of fate."
These are all fallen people, but they all stood up strongly, fought against fate and misfortune, and finally achieved great success.
So for each of us, wrestling is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you have lost your confidence and courage in life.
Bing Xin said: "The successful flower, people are only surprised by its present brilliance! However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. "
Therefore, each of us can't collapse in the face of misfortune, because after we change our mentality, it is possible to hold any chain of life.
Because life is our own, our destiny is in our own hands, and our mentality and our choices determine the direction of life.
Frustration is the wealth of life and the medicine to promote your success. How can flowers that don't experience wind and rain be gorgeous? How can a life without suffering shine?
As Hong Zhanhui, a figure who moved China in 2005, said: Difficulties, we have the responsibility to face and solve. As a new generation of young people, we should understand that wrestling is not terrible, just as we have always had the courage to sing this song: how can we see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can succeed casually!
I want to say, how can people grow up without going through wrestling and falling again and again? Wrestling is also a kind of happiness, and wind and rain are the precursors of rainbows after rain!
Teacher zw.Liuxue86.com commented:
This argumentative paper has a clear point of view. At the beginning, a three-stage parallelism sentence is used to lead to the argument of the article: how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Then the author uses a series of examples to demonstrate this topic. The language is very literary and it is a good article.