Help students build dreams and cast people's narratives in 900 words 1 We can't choose our origins, but we can choose to strive for a better future through struggle. We can't choose the situation, but we can choose to face the challenge of fate optimistically.
On the cock-shaped map of China, my hometown is located in the head of a cock. The lush Changbai Mountain is rich in forests and mineral resources, and the flowing Yalu River irrigates fertile black land. However, what impressed me the most was the flying snow and ice and the biting cold wind in my hometown in winter.
The winter climate in the north is not suitable for outdoor work. My father's company will have a holiday for nearly two months in winter. In order to subsidize the family, my father had to ride a motorcycle to work in a small factory about 500 kilometers away from home. On the road, the cold north wind roared into his collar, and the thin ice under the snow always hides danger. Father Sun is always lazy in winter, and it is already dark outside the window at six o'clock. I sat by the fire, looked at the door and waited anxiously for my father to come home. When I heard the sound of a motorcycle, I ran out quickly. My father saw me and hugged me affectionately. I gently brushed the snow off his shoulder with my hand.
In 20xx, my mother's factory closed down because of poor efficiency, and she became one of hundreds of laid-off women workers. The factory to which they once devoted all their youth is now thriving. Those hands that are rough by working day and night can't get back the hard-earned money.
Since then, the only meager income in the family is my father's monthly salary of about 1000 yuan. Father is the backbone of the family. The burden of life makes him 1.73 meters tall. When you are not confused, your body is bent and your hair is gray. As a result of long-term manual labor, my father was tortured by various diseases all the year round. He looks much older than his peers. Every time I hear someone call him "Lao Zhangman", my heart aches. My father traded my youth for my growth day by day. I hope time can slow down, and I hope the traces of time will not leave deep wrinkles on his forehead.
My father was a worker all his life, and I was his only pride. After the results of the college entrance examination came out, he didn't scold me, but simply said, "Girl, it's all the same where you study well." It matters not what someone is born but what they grow to be. "It suddenly occurred to me that when I was in junior high school, I got the first place in my class and begged my father to take me to see the ocean show. I stood at the entrance of Ocean Theatre and saw my father asking at the ticket office for a long time. He turns to look at me from time to time. When my father came back, he had only one ticket in his hand and said to me, "I'll wait for you here." Go in and watch the ocean show. " I reached for the ticket and looked back at him as I walked in. When I was a child, I was always ignorant and couldn't understand the heat that my father was waiting in the scorching sun. I lingered in it for four hours before I came out. Seeing my father sitting on the stone steps at the entrance of the theater from a distance, I began to feel sad. I secretly said to myself that I must take my father to see a sea show in the future. Small heart may want to be strong from now on.
The high tuition fees of universities make poor families even more stretched, and poverty is like a huge spider web entrenched in every corner of the family. I learned about the national student loan from the Student Financial Assistance Management Center. With the help of leaders and teachers, I successfully applied for a student loan, which fulfilled a poor student's college dream. In September, I finally set foot on the train to the south, surrounded by crowds and noisy voices. I secretly looked at my father who saw me off from the window. His eyes were covered with red blood and his gray hair was messed up by the wind. I turned my head and heard my father's words before he left, "Eat well and study hard."
The towns in the south are always mild and pleasant, with wet droplets in the air and tall camphor trees on both sides of the street. I started a new growth journey in the beautiful university campus. In my spare time in college, I read all kinds of books. From red chamber poetry to classical music appreciation, from marketing strategy to legal finance ... they are my windows to a colorful world. Through extensive dabbling, I also began to emerge in major composition competitions. From the department-level reading essay competition to the school-level writer competition to the national college student essay competition, I have achieved excellent results. I am also an interview editor in the school magazine Discovery, and my articles have been published on it many times. Whenever I tell my parents these good news, they always cheer me up and tell me to keep working hard. So I went on my way with my parents' expectations.
Freshman participated in the student union and the "Speech and Eloquence" club, and exercised his ability. On the one hand, it helps teachers to deal with things at work, on the other hand, it helps students to solve difficult problems in their study and life. Whenever the task is heavy, I always stay up late at night, but I still feel that everything I have done now is worthwhile. I also actively plan and participate in various activities of the class. Enthusiastic dance aerobics competition, magnificent poetry recitation, sweaty sports meeting ..... These wonderful pictures are all treasured by me in my youth album.
Help students to build dreams and cast character narratives with 900 words. Dad sent a short message to Metropolis, ending with "Study hard and make progress every day". He doesn't talk much, but this sentence has been said by my father since I can remember. These eight words are worth a thousand words between us.
My name is Li Ling, an ordinary fresh graduate. Like countless college students, I submit my resume hopefully every day, attend lectures, squeeze the bus and transfer to the subway to attend interviews.
Senior three is an unforgettable node, which means that I will end my campus life on 16, leave my teachers, my peers and the classroom, which means that I will bid farewell to everything on campus and start a new unknown journey.
From receiving the college admission notice to now, the scene is so clear, think about it, and go back to three years ago.
In June of 20xx, the college entrance examination ended. Summer in the countryside is lively, which happens to be the slack season. Walking in the street, you will always see people in twos and threes sitting around a round table in Xiao Mu playing poker. There are more than half of the cut watermelons and finished peels on the ground. A few flies fly around the watermelons, and they can't tell which one is the best.
Several children joined in the fun. The older children sat quietly watching the adults play cards. The young ones ran around the table, took two cards from the table and ran away noisily. The adults threw down their cards and shouted "Little Rabbit" while chasing them. The child was reprimanded. After a while, he began to be naughty again.
That day, I happened to be sitting outside chatting with adults and saw a postman pushing a car to our door. My brain is blank. I don't know how I got to the postman, how I received the admission notice and signed it. I didn't hear my neighbor call me when I was playing cards. My whole world is quiet, only my heartbeat. I ran to the house and opened it carefully and put it in front of my parents. They are calmer than I expected, without tears, tight hugs and warm cheers. It's just that my little brother hugged my leg and said, "My sister is great", but I can feel their love and pride, because at this moment they believe that they will definitely come out of kindergarten, and they have rehearsed it too many times in their hearts. They have always believed that as long as their daughter is willing to do one thing, they will succeed.
According to the custom in the village, college students come out from home to entertain their neighbors, relatives and friends. Although my family is not very rich, my father held a lively banquet for me. He said that the family hadn't had a happy event for a long time, so we should take good care of it. I have never seen my father so happy. He always has a hunchback, and he is very energetic today. I poured wine with my father and thanked the people who came to congratulate me. Looking at smiling faces and listening to everyone say congratulations to my father, I feel happy and proud. I was admitted to the university not so much by myself as by my father's dream.
Because my family is poor and my father is the eldest son, I only went to primary school for a few years to help my family with farm work. 10 years old, my father went to the northeast with his fellow villagers and sold some small department stores. Until I was in junior high school, my parents were in the northeast.
What I remember most is that my parents and I went to the county town to make a batch of goods. My mother put a small stone in her shoe. At the moment my mother took off her shoes, I saw her socks with holes. My heart suddenly choked and my throat seemed to be stuck. I deliberately walked behind them and secretly wiped my tears. I told myself that I must buy the most beautiful clothes for my mother when I grow up. I know they don't ask me for anything in return. Their greatest wish is that I can go to school well and be happy when I grow up. This is the common wish of parents all over the world for their children.
Life is not always smooth sailing, even a small wave can make our fledgling family tremble for a long time.
As the day of paying tuition approached, my father's business suddenly ran into difficulties. I didn't receive a penny of the newly invested money and lost a lot. Although mom and dad acted as if nothing had happened in front of us, I obviously felt their anxiety. I need a lot of money to go to college. My father borrowed a lot of money from relatives, and the bank is paying back the loan. My classmates told me that college students with financial difficulties can apply for national student loans now. When dad heard the news, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. With the national student loan, I successfully entered the university.