An 800-word composition for the senior high school entrance examination.
Looking back suddenly, I found that the process of growth is like a stream, flowing through a calm lake and a torrent blocked by sand. But have you found that you have gained a lot of enlightenment from this stream?
With the growth of age, thinking is gradually liberalized, and the understanding of things is getting wider and wider. With my own thoughts and feelings, I can't help but have little troubles that I haven't had before.
Once upon a time, I was a naive child with a lovely smile that never faded and no worries. From time to time, I have a candy in my mouth and play hide-and-seek with my neighbor's children. Now, I am frowning at my homework and thinking about the future. I am often worried and afraid because I dare not do something. Just like the school sports meeting held every semester after junior high school.
Do you know that?/You know what? I used to like sports very much, but since junior high school, sports meeting has become my biggest headache. The reason is very simple, because I am afraid, ridiculous, what am I afraid of holding a sports meeting? What I am afraid of is who will become an athlete in the sports meeting. Because I had the experience of being an athlete in primary school, I was always chosen when I chose athletes in my class. I'm afraid this will happen, so I always push from pillar to post. It's not that I don't like sports, but that I don't exercise often because I've gained weight. I'm afraid my classmates and teachers don't understand. However, this idea no longer exists because I didn't get good grades in this sports meeting. I thought I would be laughed at by my classmates, but I got warm applause from my classmates. The original bound mind was opened, and I was no longer afraid of the sports meeting, because even if I didn't get good results in the competition, I wouldn't be blamed for my efforts.
In the process of growing up, we will encounter many things that we dare not try, but we will never know the result until we try. Let go of your bound thoughts! Try bravely. Even if the answer is not satisfactory, participation will be rewarding!
The composition of the second senior high school entrance examination has a perfect score of 800 words.
Life is like tea, only when it is soaked in boiling water can it show its true colors; Life is like an eagle. Only after countless falls can we train our tough wings to fight against the blue sky ... yes, life is indispensable for the erosion of heavy rain, the destruction of frost and the attack of strong winds. However, there is no desperate situation in the world, only desperate thinking. After every storm, I always have to face the variables in my life. The contract of life always gives me strength invisibly.
I often hear people around me sigh: "Life is so tired and stressful". Yes, it's really tiring in real life, but it's not life if you're not tired. Only by truly "experiencing life can we feel the fullness of life", but from the current society, most people don't understand this truth. When they do something wrong, they will say, "If I have another chance, I will never make a wrong decision. If everything is all right, I will try. If I could go back in time, I would learn to live a correct life ... "Unfortunately, however, there are not so many" ifs "in the world.
Mr. Lu Xun once said: "There is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road." I want to say, "although there is a road in the world, there are few people walking, so there is no way to go." Yes, few people set foot in deserts and barren valleys, so the road gets narrower and narrower.
On the road of life, today and tomorrow are our own choices. Curves and straight lines need to come out by themselves, and walking on other people's roads will lead to a lifetime. This kind of life is disgraceful and bleak. Go your own way with your own feet, pursue the perfection you yearn for in your life, understand the meaning of life, and make the life contract more poetic at present.
Life is a long road, and every step requires us to take a solid step. Young and frivolous, how to choose our life, the hesitation at the crossroads, it is better to think hard. The interweaving of roads, the collision of souls, the intersection of buildings and interdependence have created a rich and colorful society.
I once read a sentence: "You may often feel knife-like pain, but these pains are necessary, and it will make you a better pencil." This is the manufacturer's advice to pencils.
Nowadays, after experiencing ups and downs, the road of life is no longer confused. Make a life contract for yourself and choose your dreams. Run to your dream, open the door of your dream, and along the time corridor full of flowers, I will tell you with a smile: "I can do it."
Senior high school entrance examination composition 800 words.
I don't understand why I am a Gemini. The legendary dual personality, acting school, can't find any trace on me.
But that was once.
In junior high school, the terrible side of my dual personality gradually emerged.
That's carelessness and heartlessness, which indicates my later sensitivity and paranoia, blx.
Years have covered the desert of the soul, but they can't cover up the bloody ruins. I'm hurt and still in pain.
A cold-blooded knight wearing a helmet changed all this. Although he was covered in blood and knelt down for mercy, the dagger pierced his heart.
I can't feel the pain in an instant. why ...
Because I hate you.
Later, I learned that the cold-blooded knight's name was the world.
Isn't the man in the world next door just a sunny smile?
That world, just gone?
Does wild rose grow there? Why do I think it's Lysimachia christinae, or the flowers on the other side?
One side is full of sunshine, and the other side is dark.
Gemini disappeared into the air, disappeared.
Suddenly thought of a word, fireworks are easy to cool.
It turns out that fireworks are really cold.
The composition of the senior high school entrance examination has a perfect score of 800 words.
Crossing the overpass, the blind man playing erhu is playing a sad old song. Autumn wind is a little bit, my eyes are like rain in the forest at dusk, and the shadow is hazy with a layer of water mist. I seem to have lost myself. I lost my soul somewhere.
I am still an independent and lonely person. What a coincidence, I saw those eyes on the screen of my mobile phone again. I gritted my teeth and shook my head, and decided to tell myself that my rabbit would never lose!
Those eyes suddenly faded my fatigue and made my hands full of strength again. Even if the road ahead is beyond redemption, I will feel your side. I have no time to participate in your past, but you must have me in your future. There is no night in Jiangcheng, with traffic and neon flashing. I silently wish under the overpass that my rabbit will one day become the most dazzling one in your eyes. I am willing to exchange ten years of suffering for tomorrow's glory.
I can't explain why I did it. I don't have to do this for an irrelevant person at all. But I know that I will, I will reach the finish line and become a winner. Why not? This is intuition. My intuition can never be wrong.
I will compare those girls one by one.
Today, you can't see my hard work, but one day, you will, I believe.
The cool autumn wind rolled up the dead leaves scattered all over the floor, then let go, let them become broken dishes, and then fell in despair. The withered leaves with trembling branches were finally tempted by the wind, broke free from their mother's hands and threw themselves into the embrace of the earth. Left, never going back. ...
A person was walking quietly on an already depressed path when he suddenly smelled a bunch of laughter coming from his ear, turned his head and looked at the frolicking figure chasing by the pond. The afterglow of the setting sun painted them with a warm orange, just like a photo that had already yellowed ... Once upon a time, we also ran and laughed so wantonly. You said you would take me to climb every mountain and explore caves one by one; You said you would take me to catch fish by the stream and take me boating. You said you wanted to watch the sunrise and sunset with me. You said ... I remember everything you said, but you won't appear again, hold my hand and smile at me gently. ...
I still remember that day, the little light shed by the sun could not drive away a chill. You came to my house early, took my hand and said mysteriously, "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere." Curiosity was aroused, but I didn't find that your cold hands were no longer warm. You dragged me to run and laugh on the field path, and the wind shuttled between your flying hair.
The gurgling sound of running water, the grotesque pebbles under the clear stream, the fish leisurely shuttling between the stones, the rattan falling from the mountainside like a green waterfall, and occasionally one or two clear birds singing in the valley. You smiled and said to me, "What's up? Isn't it beautiful? " In the sun, with a warm smile on your face, the wind will raise your hair and your skirt, which will give me the illusion that you will go with the wind the next moment. My heart suddenly tightened.
We stayed in that valley for a long time that day. You hold my hand tightly and shuttle through the valley. We climbed the tree to see the newborn birds, ran to the stream to catch small fish, and looked for crickets in the grass ... When the sun slowly set and only half of our faces were exposed, you suddenly said excitedly, "Look, what a beautiful sunset! Shall we come here to watch the sunset tomorrow? " I nodded happily and said yes, you didn't let me find your pale face in the afterglow.
That night, I overheard my mother say that you were ill. The matter is very serious. You must leave here at once. When I heard that, I ran out after you. On the road where you often drag me, all I see is the shadow of the car that left. ...
As agreed, I came, and the sunset was really beautiful, so beautiful that I wanted to cry, but I couldn't, because you said you didn't like me crying. The silent valley echoed with our laughter, as if it were only yesterday. Occasionally a bird or two flies in the blue sky. Are you smiling at me on the white clouds? The wind glided through my fingertips. Do you hold my hand?
How many sights did we miss when we went to Qiu Lai in spring? ...
Five-year senior high school entrance examination, 800 words full marks.
Your favorite three fresh stuffing, someone gave you a bag. The small schoolbag you use for school will be brought to you. Ah ~ this person is the mother ... "Inadvertently remembered the song" Mother ". My mother is a kindergarten teacher with chestnut curly hair and two big eyes. She walks into the classroom with a smile on her face every time she goes to work. But as soon as I got home, I became strict. My mother is very strict with me, but sometimes she is very kind to me.
When I was sick, that was my happiest time. My mother stayed in front of my bed and watched me fall asleep before leaving. Every few minutes, she comes in to check on my condition, gently asks me what's wrong and helps me check. My mother cooked me a lot of delicious food, but I have no appetite. She was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, racking her brains to coax me to eat a little. At that time, I thought she was the mother of the world. But as soon as she recovered from her illness, she resumed her usual strict attitude and sternly told me to study. After studying for a long time, I felt a little tired, so I had a rest. My mother saw this and said, "The most important thing now is to hurry up and study. You are not a child, you can't always think about playing. The main purpose now is to study. To make the materials I bought from you. "
So I have to continue to do my homework. With the growth of age, I have a serious generation gap with her, and I have great opinions about my mother. I remember that time, she peeked at my diary and knew that I had a boy I liked, so she asked me who he was. In this way, I quarreled with her and developed to the point of incompatibility. Later, I never dared to keep a diary or like others easily. Whenever my mother scolds me, I will not hesitate to refute it. If I win in the process of rebuttal, I will glance at her sarcastically. Looking at her dull eyes, I feel very happy, but I don't know how sad she is! If I can't refute her, I will cry and secretly scold her, thinking that there is no affection in this family.
Now in the third grade, I am often not at home, and I don't have much argument with my mother. How happy I am to leave her. It was eleven o'clock when I came home on Sunday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a lot of my favorite dishes on the table. They were delicious! Mother put a lot of vegetables in my bowl. Looking at the "hill" in front of me, my eyes seem to be covered with a layer of water mist. After dinner, my mother asked me about my school, and I simply responded with' hmm' and' oh'. Until I got back to school, my mother leaned against the door and asked in a nostalgic tone, "Are you leaving so soon? Will you go to school later?" I didn't answer and ran down the stairs quickly. It's sad to think about it now. I really want to say to her, "I'm sorry, mom, it was my fault before. I love you!" " "
I love my mother, she is the mother in the world!
The composition of the senior high school entrance examination has a perfect score of 800 words.
Hit the middle stream and hit the water, and the waves will stop the flying boat. -inscription
Youth is a bridge, a bridge from innocence to wisdom and strength. Just a classmate and teenager, in the prime of life, full of pursuit and struggle. Let's join hands with teachers and classmates to enter youth and feel this wonderful time.
Teachers and students strive for wisdom and truth.
The sunshine splashed on the window lattice, and the math teacher was dancing to give us a lecture. "The symmetry axis of a regular polygon is the median vertical line of each side, and the number of lines is the number of sides!" This loud voice is full of majesty and makes people feel as if it is an indisputable truth. However, a spark of thinking flashed in my mind: "The two diagonal lines of a square are also symmetrical axes! All even-numbered polygons have axes of symmetry that overlap diagonal lines. The teacher is obviously wrong! After class, I immediately caught up with him and told him what I thought. He hesitated for a moment and said, "If you don't draw, you will understand geometric drawing! "I have been teaching for decades, and I know it!" His tone is firm, confident and earnest. A classmate nearby said, "The teacher is a great mathematician. Don't argue with experts as students." The teacher smiled and got up to leave. I was unwilling, so I immediately showed him the sketch. The teacher raised his glasses and looked at the lines in the picture doubtfully-a square does have an axis of symmetry that coincides with the diagonal! He looked surprised, frowned, touched his chin and looked at it for a long time. Finally, he stretched his eyebrows and said to me, "Oh, the teacher really made a mistake ... the symmetry axis of even polygons coincides with the diagonal!" " "Everyone will smile knowingly.
Let's pursue knowledge and truth with teachers and join hands with youth!
A composition with a perfect score of 800 words in the senior high school entrance examination.
The rain fell on the playground, but the game continued. I stood at the starting line of the 800-meter runway with my opponent. The whistle sounded and an arrow rushed out. The sound of refueling is in my ear, and it keeps ringing, Song Like Tao! Like thunder! Facing the wind and braving the rain, I stepped forward quickly, and my opponents flashed by one by one, and there were fewer and fewer figures in front. I am the first for the time being! 400, 300 ... When the final sprint was 200 meters, anxious voices came from the refueling crowd: "Coming! Coming! On the right, come on! " Yu Guangzhong, there is a shadow on the right, and my opponent is similar to me. This is a crucial moment in the final. "come on Come on! ..... Come on! Come on! ..... The cheers of the students are getting louder and louder, like a hurried drum and a horn for charging. I force every cell of myself to combine with oxygen. Generate's extraordinary energy, with the encouragement of my classmates, made me forget myself, feel like death, make a determined effort, surpass my opponent and win the championship narrowly!
Let's fight for honor and victory with our classmates and join hands with youth!
Youth comes and goes in a hurry. Do you remember? Hit the middle stream and hit the water, and the waves will stop the flying boat. Let's walk into youth hand in hand forever, gain knowledge, gain growth and gain regretless youth.
A composition with a full score of eight points and 800 words in the senior high school entrance examination.
The beautiful fate of youth, the shining years of dreams and the pain of staying on the other side of time are all lamps that warm my shore. -inscription
That's in Class Two. The annual sports meeting seems to follow the rule that it will rain every time. It's raining in Mao Mao, but it's not "the weather is not beautiful", on the contrary, it adds coolness. This made me more confident when I signed up for the 800 meters.
Standing at the starting line, with the gunfire, I rushed out, ran very fast, easily left others behind, and the rain jumped on me naughtily, which was very comfortable. But when I finished the second lap, I began to lose my strength. At this time, the rain seems to be getting heavier, hitting me hard one by one, and my legs seem to be filled with lead. In the dense rain curtain, I struggled to catch the person who surpassed me and slowly lost confidence. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ear-"Come on, monitor!" " It's a few boys who have been very active in the class. When I was running on the inside of the track, they encouraged me ... Listening to their shouts, I rallied and stood up! I was exhausted after crossing the finish line. I sat on the ground, as if there were sweat dripping down my cheeks, and the rain washed my face unscrupulously, mixed with little tears. ...
It seems to be raining harder and harder, hitting me. Slowly moved to the bus station, separated by a gray rain curtain, I hesitated. "Come here! Don't water! " It's the teacher. "Teacher, I'm terrible!" I bowed my head. "No, you have exhausted your sweat and strength, too." "I am a loser." "No one can avoid failure. I believe that failure and victory are equally important to you. Let failure belong to the past and victory to the future. " The teacher's voice was soft and sure. Looking up, I looked at the teacher in surprise. Her eyes contain deep care and warmth. At this time, there were several boys behind the teacher, with their usual smiles on their faces. Everyone echoed: "Monitor, did you really run 800 meters?" It's amazing. ""yes, yes, if I can't run down. "... at this moment, I finally understood their good intentions, and a smile gradually emerged on my face. "Well, it is necessary! "Turned around, I secretly wiped her eyes. In the original chaotic thoughts, something seems to be gradually clear. ...
I think that only winners are respected in this world, and success is the symbol of winners; I thought there was nothing if it didn't work out. Now, I finally put it down. Without melody, it is a song. I have exhausted my sweat and strength, and I have no regrets!
The rain is still falling, and when I look around, my classmates' smiles are as clear as a ray of sunshine in the rain, overflowing with clear and faint warmth.
An 800-word composition, with full marks in nine senior high school entrance examinations.
Growth is a kind of practice, and I grew up in the forest.
Growth is a kind of training. I grew up in the desert.
Growth is a kind of learning. I grew up by the river.
Growth is an adventure. I grew up in the sea. -inscription
Forest-Harmonious Growth
The sun shines on this forest, and buying a green leaf looks radiant. I walked forward at a brisk pace with a small schoolbag on my back. Ears are sweet birds singing, crisp streams, rustling leaves in the wind. On the ground, there are grass and flowers everywhere, and the air is full of charming fragrance. Every now and then, a rabbit jumps at my feet and flies over a butterfly. All kinds of creatures in the forest live in harmony. They don't quarrel or fight, but help each other, not afraid of me as an outsider. Ha, I learned to be friendly and tolerant in the forest.
Desert-growing in the heat
Compared with the forest, the desert is really barren. My steps have also become unusually slow. The Tianshan sun shines on me, and I will soon be exhausted. I suddenly sat on the soft and hot beach. After a long time, I saw a stranger put a bottle of water beside me and walked away slowly. Looking at his staggering back, I was moved, moved by the stranger's persistence and strong will. I started over, and now I am a person who has learned dedication and strong will.
Rivers-growing in collections
Far away, I saw a river, like a thin and long rope, binding my heart. I haven't seen that river for days! After drinking, I started my journey along the river again. After a while, a stream joined the river, and the river widened. Another stream! In my half-day trip, this river has become twice as big as it! This is accumulation. So, I decided to learn the "accumulation" spirit of rivers.
The sea-growing in the waves
At the end of this river is the sea! The endless sea! And it is composed of thousands of rivers, and its broad mind accepts these rivers. I learned the broad mind of the sea again!
Under the guidance of forests, deserts, rivers and oceans, I was moved. I grew up and became a brave boy. I will develop better in the future!
This is the power of growth!
A composition of 800 words with a full score of 10 in the senior high school entrance examination.
Beauty is a pursuit of life, however, I often fall into such a strange circle: in the pursuit of beauty, I don't know where the real beauty is, but I turn a blind eye to the beauty that I should pay attention to.
I have been interested in painting since I was a child, and my artistic achievements have always been good. After I went to middle school, I painted every picture perfectly, but the teacher always seemed dissatisfied and gave me 5 points.
It's art class again. What I'm going to draw today is an ordinary vase without flower arrangement. It looks very old. The teacher only said, "When you paint this vase today, it depends on what you see and who painted it ..." I held a pencil in my hand and muttered, "Why not use the old vase and arrange flowers ... If the teacher is really a teacher, we won't change it for a new one, so that the painting can look good?" I can't help but frown and look around my classmates. They look sad, too, not much better than me I looked up again and looked more carefully.
Ah! I was suddenly surprised that there was a small gap in the mouth of the vase, and this gap had been winding to the middle of the bottle! I'm even more confused. Usually, the paintings are very new and beautiful, and the effect of the works is good, but this gap and crack is the lice on the monk's head-obviously. How do you write this? At this moment, the teacher came to me and I looked up at her. She seemed to see my doubts, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Draw what you see." She nodded deeply to me and then walked away. My heart moved and I quickly picked up the strokes.
After class, I stood up to collect our group's picture books (I am the group leader). They all draw beautifully.
"The results are out!" I don't know who shouted, so everyone ran to the lecture table to rummage through their works. "I heard that there is only one 5 points, I don't know who it is." I listened to everyone's discussion and suddenly found my signature. Then the art teacher came into the classroom and the students returned to their seats one after another. "Show everyone what you drew!" The teacher said to me. I took my work to the podium and presented it to everyone: a very old vase, without flower arrangement, with a gap in the mouth and a crack extending zigzag to the belly of the bottle. ...
French artist Rodin said: "Beauty is everywhere. For our eyes, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of discovery. " Yes, an old vase without flower arrangement is not beautiful on the surface, but it is true, which truly records the use value and aesthetic value it once brought to people.
Oh! It turns out that beauty is beside me. ...