Finally, I had a hunch that I was going to hand out the test paper, and the dark clouds overhead turned into a downpour.
That day, the paper crunched in the teacher's hand. The words in the teacher's mouth have become countless knives for me. Those countless knives have become shells in the cannon, breaking the wall of my patience and breaking the way I pretend not to care. In my wet eyes, I took a careful look at the teacher, only to see the teacher throw the paper on the ground angrily. In tears, I saw the test paper, which fell to the ground like a dead leaf, glowing red.
Those red lights, intertwined, entangled me like a big net. I am like a fish trapped in a net, struggling to escape, but I still can't breathe.
The words from the teacher's mouth floated to my ears clearly and loudly: come up, come to the podium. . .
My hands are shaking, supporting my trembling body, and pulling the stool, patting my chest to encourage myself and taking a step forward! I ordered myself in my mind, but my feet were like lead, which made me lose the strength to lift. Even I forced myself to move forward. Under the gaze of the whole class, there are more and more fears in my heart Every step forward, I am one more step away from the "hell" podium, and my fear is one more point.
Finally, when I came to the podium, the teacher seemed impatient, raised his arm and landed on my cheek like a meteor.
I stumbled forward involuntarily with fear.
The rain of tears on her face immediately turned into a flood that burst its banks. I cried, tears dripping into my mouth, astringent and salty. Then Teacher Lei Tian seemed unwilling to let go, and those words combined into a blunt knife, cutting my heart one by one.
Is this still my amiable teacher on weekdays? Recalling that no matter what mistakes I made on weekdays, I always taught my teacher patiently and then looked at the furious lion in front of me. No, no, this must be my imagination. ..
Since that exam, there seems to be a lingering dark cloud hanging over my head.
I know, I didn't do well in the exam. Finally, I had a hunch that I was going to hand out the test paper, and the dark clouds overhead turned into a downpour.
That day, the paper crunched in the teacher's hand. The words in the teacher's mouth have become countless knives for me.
Those countless knives have become shells in the cannon, breaking the wall of my patience and breaking the way I pretend not to care. In my wet eyes, I took a careful look at the teacher, only to see the teacher throw the paper on the ground angrily.
In tears, I saw the test paper, which fell to the ground like a dead leaf, glowing red. Those red lights, intertwined, entangled me like a big net. I am like a fish trapped in a net, struggling to escape, but I still can't breathe.
The words from the teacher's mouth floated to my ears clearly and loudly: come up, come to the podium.
My hands are shaking, supporting my trembling body, pulling up the stool, patting my chest to encourage myself, and taking a step forward! I ordered myself in my mind, but my feet were like lead, which made me lose the strength to lift. Even I forced myself to move forward.
Under the gaze of the whole class, there are more and more fears in my heart Every step forward, I am one more step away from the "hell" podium, and my fear is one more point.
Finally, when I came to the podium, the teacher seemed impatient, raised his arm and landed on my cheek like a meteor. I stumbled forward involuntarily with fear.
The rain of tears on her face immediately turned into a flood that burst its banks. I cried, tears dripping into my mouth, astringent and salty.
Then Teacher Lei Tian seemed unwilling to let go, and those words combined into a blunt knife, cutting my heart one by one. Is this still my amiable teacher on weekdays? Recalling that no matter what mistakes I made on weekdays, I always taught my teacher patiently and then looked at the furious lion in front of me. No, no, this must be my imagination.
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3. At the beginning and end of the composition about love (there must be metaphors and comparisons), you are from Chengde Normal Middle School-= I also have this assignment and there are three more.
Father's love begins: father, a mountain-like man; I am Dashan's daughter. Father's mind is as broad as a mountain; Father's character is as deep as a mountain.
End: In my life, with my father, I have a vast world; With my father, my life is brilliant; With my father, I am more stable and energetic on the road of life.
Maternal love begins: maternal love is like a towering tree, providing me with shade from the cold; Motherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love is like a boat, which takes me to the other side of success.
End: Motherly love is like an umbrella, woven with dense warp and weft, which is a mother's meticulous care for her children. Motherly love is an ancient umbrella handle, which holds up a warmth and allows children to take a nap under the umbrella. The eight prominent corners of the umbrella represent that wherever you go, your mother will exude her deep love.
Comprehensive: Father's love is like chrysanthemum, light and long. Only with the passage of time can we taste the profound charm contained in that fatherly love. Motherly love is speechless. On the long road of life, when the storm comes, raise a warm umbrella above your head.
Friendship begins with: "Let it sing and ask for its friendly voice. This diary in The Book of Songs describes the sincere friendship between friends. Although I don't know what friends represent, I know that life without friends is a lonely life. Friends should be intimate, friends should be sincere, and friends should ~ ~
End: Friends are sometimes like a mirror, daring to point out your mistakes fairly; Friends are sometimes like a crutch, supporting and inspiring you when you are difficult to move forward; A friend is sometimes like an umbrella, sheltering you from the wind and rain and helping you through thick and thin ~ ~
Note "~ ~" should be replaced by ellipsis, and The Book of Songs Journal should be titled.
4. Write a comparative sentence on the topic of love. About 100 words, love is the sunshine shining in winter, which makes the poor and sick people feel the warmth of the world;
Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again;
Love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people.
Love is a sweet spring, which makes unfortunate people forget the bitterness of life;
Love is a beautiful ballad, which makes people with boring life feel the joy of life;
Love is a flowing spring, which makes thirsty pedestrians feel the sweetness of life journey;
Love is a beautiful ballad, which makes people who walk alone feel the beauty of life;
Love is a clear spring flowing in the heart, which makes people immersed in pain feel the sweetness of the world;
Love is a ballad that reverberates in the ear, making lonely people feel the warmth of the world;
Love is a spring that breaks the ice door and shakes the heart of stone;
Love is a beacon that shines in the dark, allowing lost ships to find a harbor;
Love is a drizzle in spring, which makes lonely people enjoy the nourishment of their hearts;
Love is a tear flowing in a clear spring on a summer night, which makes people who are hot and sleepless appreciate the poetic peace;
Love is a small umbrella held up on a rainy night, which allows people wandering in a foreign land to get the shade of family;
Love is a rainbow flying from the horizon, so that people full of sadness can see the beauty of the world;
Love is a glass of ice water sprinkled on the top of your head, which makes people feel dizzy and dizzy with high fever.
Love is a piece of milk candy in the mouth, which makes people who drink coptis chinensis for a long time taste the sweetness of life.
5. The composition about maternal love (800 words, the figurative sentences at the beginning and the end require to form a parallelism sentence, just write a topic and do it yourself.
Mother is an umbrella in spring, cotton-padded clothes in winter, ice cream in summer and fallen leaves in autumn.
Motherly love is the best gift from heaven when we are born to adulthood. My mother worked hard to conceive the baby and endured the pain of caesarean section in October to give birth to us. She wants nothing but blood is thicker than water.
My family is not very rich, especially in the past, but my mother didn't complain.
What impressed me was a conversation.
That day, my father's company lost another large sum of money. When he got home, he was in a bad mood and ignored everyone. I was a little dissatisfied with what he did, because my father said something to me at dinner and had a big fight with him. I haven't said a word to him all night.
Before going to bed, I lay in bed and my mother came in from outside. Lie down, too
I knew she was going to tell me about my quarrel with my father before, and I didn't say anything. I sigh that my father is busy at work every day and I have to be considerate of him. I turned around and didn't look at her again.
Mom talked, your dad. . .. your father is in a bad mood recently, you know.
I was just about to say something. Mom interrupted me. I know you may be upset when I say this. But I still want to say that our price can hold up because of your father, who works hard outside every day to support our family and so many people.
I think so, mom continued. When we first came out of the countryside, your father had nothing. He is lonely and full of textbooks. He goes out for a job every day and comes back with his head down almost every day. During that time, he often got up in the middle of the night and smoked and drank alone in the living room. Since then, your father has had a serious stomach trouble. Your grandmother complained about me more than once. Why did she insist on coming to this city at that time? And that's what happened to your dad. I told your grandmother I don't regret it. Coming to the city is a certain choice. If I don't come now, I will come sooner or later. Her father won't wronged himself in such a small mountain village. We go out to rent a house and eat cold rice and cold dishes. I can't say a few words every day, nor can I help your father. Sometimes your father is angry with me when he is in a bad mood, and I feel bad. I know he is in a bad mood, and I don't blame him. I just hope he doesn't push himself too hard. You were young at that time and didn't need any money. I told your father that everything can take its time.
When I heard that, my nose turned sour. Sometimes my mother is not at home, and I often see my father wandering around the living room. It was a little painful.
When your father started the company, there was no money at home. Employees' wages are all in arrears. It was the accountant of your father's unit who used her family's savings to help pay the employees' salaries. How can you not know how much money the company has left? He knows this very well, and he sympathizes with the accountant. Since then, your father has gone out early and come back late every day, and his hair on his head has decreased a little, but the company has really grown a little. Gradually, my mother's voice brought some tears.
I'm starting to regret it. Why was I so bad to my father at dinner just now? My father has put his life in danger for me and my family. Who am I to quarrel with him and find fault with him everywhere?
From that day on, I no longer alienated my father, no longer indifferent to my father, and no longer confused about my father. On the contrary, I began to approach him, warm him, care about him and try to understand him.
It was also that conversation that made me feel that my mother's love is not only for her children, but also for all the people she cares about, and they will treat them with their passionate love. Sometimes, I even think that my mother regards my father as her own son. Indeed, after working outside for a day, my father came home and wanted to enjoy the warmth of home and everyone's concern.
My mother's education is the same as my father's, and she is also unyielding and competitive. She could have explored a world by herself, but she didn't. He chose his father, me, to support his father and accompany me.
My mother treats everyone she knows sincerely. Sometimes I really don't understand her practice, because she is soft-hearted, cheated a lot and cheated by many friends. She just seems to have a bad memory. She always thinks that people in this world are kind and good, so she still treats everyone with her heart.
In this world, only my mother is single-minded to herself and asks for nothing in return. Only my mother will believe that people in the world are good people and would rather be cheated by herself. Only mother will put all the pressure and unhappiness on herself and leave happiness and enjoyment to others.
Mom wants to leave the best for her children and the people she cares about. As a result, mother spider contributed her body and became the children's first meal. Mother penguin gave her time, gave up hatching eggs and met her baby for the first time. A mother can not only contribute her own life, but also her own time, just to let her children have a better future and a healthier life.
6. Write a composition with maternal love as the topic and using figurative rhetoric. The first word of a composition is about 30 words. Motherly love is a selfless force. It falls on our hearts like spring rain. Although it is silent, it nourishes the seedling growth of life.
A person's life, all the glory and pride in the world, comes from maternal love, which is sacred. In our most difficult times, it sometimes gives us strength. From the moment we were born, people used sincere blood to dissolve into every blood vessel of their mothers, happily threw themselves into the embrace of maternal love, and a feeling of being masters of their own affairs echoed in their chests. When maternal love takes off, it gives a loving heart.
Motherly love is a cradle and a folk song, which sings unity and spreads civilization. Motherly love is a monument that engraves the past and enlightens the future. ...
Ah! Motherly love, if you are a building, I am your brick and tile. With my little body, I will build your sublimity. If you are a flag, I am a silk thread belonging to you, embroidering a shining star for you with my youth; If you are a garden, I am a flower, a grass and a leaf belonging to you. I am willing to silently exhaust my efforts and spit out plumes of powder.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "We can only repay our mother's kindness with love and filial piety. Filial piety is the duty of being a man. Finally, I bid farewell to the great maternal love with the phrase "sing a love song for my mother in October", but I finally said loudly: "I love you, and I love your broad mind even more.
7. I hope the figurative sentence "I love books" at the beginning of the composition can help you and be adopted! ! ! !
Books, what simple and ordinary eyes! However, it occupies a very high position in my heart. In the long river of memory, there is always a "book story" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. Whenever I hold a book with a cover, I can't help thinking of the past. ...
How important books are to me! If I believe that life comes first, then books must be second only to life-second. I have cried for books, and I have been sad for books. Maybe this is my attachment to books.
Every time I read a book "Retirement", I feel extremely sad, just like digging half my flesh. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. I can't bear to dig up my own flesh and blood.
not only
So, I sold my life for the book? It's hard to believe, but this is definitely not a lie, but the truth from the heart. In the second grade of primary school, my brother learned a book for me, and I like it very much.
But because my knowledge is not deep enough, it seems difficult-I have to look it up in the dictionary. One day, I was sitting on the shore of a shallow pond. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but I have no interest in enjoying it. I still look at the book with my hands.
But just as I was paying attention to the dictionary, the precious book "slipped away" and accidentally fell into the pool with a bang. For an instant, I was like an animal that lost its soul and plunged my head into it.
In the pool, I want to save the textbooks in the water. The book was moved, but that regrettable thing happened again. It's unfair for me to swim! I'm not tall enough to step on the ground. I struggled in the pool with my book in my arms. Maybe it is.
It was God's will, and then my eldest brother appeared, and I was saved. However, when I got home, I was beaten and scolded. I cried, my eyes filled with infinite pain and sadness, but not because of the beating, but because of the book.
Feel sad about the unfortunate experience. All the books were soaked. When I opened them, I saw the muddy one ... and I cried again. Maybe you will make fun of my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, I'm afraid you can't help it.
Prohibit.
Books, my lifelong dream is to have books all over the world. I even dreamed of it, but maybe it's an unattainable wish. However, I don't feel desperate, because in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, books have cultivated my sentiment and accompanied me in my growth and life. Therefore, I am extremely gratified. But a word of caution: they are all healthy and meaningful books!
Article 2:
Reading is a kind of enjoyment, in which we can gain experience;
Reading is an experience, and we can have fun in enjoying it;
Reading is a kind of enjoyment, and we can gain knowledge in enjoyment; I read, I am happy!
Books are the ladder of human progress, which can guide us to make great progress and further progress. Reading more good books will free us from vulgarity and ignorance. No matter where we go, it seems that there is a book with us, and the book is overflowing. People with cultural background will give people a fresh feeling and a noble temperament. Book, it teaches us to be down-to-earth and to succeed with a clear conscience.
Books are friends of mankind, and reading is a close friend of mankind. In the process of reading, we can cultivate cultural literacy; If we often study, read and think, we can find new knowledge from the central government to local governments.
Point, the so-called "review the past and learn the new", you can also remember all the knowledge points firmly, just like engraving them in your mind. "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book." Only by reading more healthy and beneficial books and studying hard,
In order to lay a good foundation for your happy future.
Reading a literary classic, poetry and painting immediately appear in front of us: the northern dynasty folk song "Chile Song" depicts "the sky is grey, the wild is boundless, the wind blows the grass low, and the cattle and sheep are low"
The vast northern prairie, rich pasture and charming scenery of cattle and sheep; "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" in He Zhangzhi's "Willow Ode" eulogizes the infinite creation of spring by praising the willow first and then the spring.
Force; Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" and "Now I remember that night, that wind and rain, I don't know how many flowers have been folded" show the full spring and vitality of nature; Wang Wei's Chai Lu and Sunlight from Moss into the Woods and Shining on Me depict the empty mountains and depths near Chai Lu.
The quiet scenery of the forest in the evening ... Poetry can cultivate people's sentiments and benefit people's hearts.
Reading a history book, we can vividly remember touching scenes: "The King of Qin swept Liuhe", Chen Sheng, Guangwu Uprising, the dispute between Chu and Han, and the unification of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty ... It unlocked the lock of history, opened the dusty chronicle and witnessed the prosperity of the past, which was thought-provoking.
Reading a classical novel, the scene of combining artistry and ideology rises in my mind: Luo Guanzhong's Romance of the Three Kingdoms describes the complex political and military struggle in the late Eastern Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period; Shi Naian's Water Margin
Biography eulogizes the struggle spirit of farmers; The Journey to the West of Wu Cheng'en praised the people's spirit of contempt for feudal rule and courage to resist; Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions reveals the historical trend of the inevitable collapse of feudal society, which is intriguing.
Taste.
Reading a meaningful book can deepen our understanding and make our souls feel contradictory. "Reading a hundred times, its meaning is self-evident". Every time I read a book, I can be very interesting and get valuable knowledge from it.
I read, I am happy!