Please write an article of no less than 600 words with the topic of' growth and pursuit' combined with your own topic, angle and style. To write the true feelings in the process of growing up, you can get 1-5 points for creative content and expression.
Life is an endless pursuit.
Life is like the wind.
What an old metaphor. You may sigh that it comes and goes in a hurry without a trace. And I have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, looking for Jinsha in history and looking for its true meaning:
In the sunny spring, I pursue the peach blossom burning with its brilliance;
In hot summer, I pursue lotus flowers with infinite green leaves and different red colors;
In the fruitful autumn, I pursue Jin Ju, which is still in Ao Shuang;
In the cold winter, I pursue the notice that is proud of frost and snow and still has a faint fragrance.
Perhaps, life is a pursuit, and the footprints of growth are soaked in the sweat of pursuit.
When I was a child, my parents worked in the fields, and my grandmother and I lived alone. I've always wanted to sit in the yard with my whole family at night, "fanning the fireflies" and "sitting and watching the cowherd and the weaver girl" together.
Gradually entering the school, I am no longer limited to the satisfaction of nature, but quietly entered the hearts of literati. I pursue Du Fu's ambition of "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". ; I long for the free and easy leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; I am looking for the sincere friendship that "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun".
Now that June has arrived, the pace of chasing is getting faster and faster, and the voice of chasing is stronger. I was frustrated once, but I never gave up trying. Now I am sitting on this long-lost "battlefield", my thoughts are galloping, my heart is surging, and the door of high school seems to be open.
Growth and pursuit are the fruits of a tree, and no one can do without anyone. If we are separated, we will only lose both sides.
We pursue a clove and come up with a cardamom; We pursue a clear spring to moisten the greenery of Tianjie; We pursue all love, and then extract the red apricot from it and put it in our hearts to realize life.
Growth is an hourglass, with priorities, and pursuit and growth are equally divided.
On the growing stone tablet, we are engraved with:
Remember to chase!
[Appreciation] This article is a perfect composition for Jining senior high school entrance examination. Life without pursuit is sad. First of all, the growth process of the little author we read between the lines is a process of continuous progress and constant pursuit. The pursuit at all levels shows the author's lofty interest and love for life; The process of pursuing shows the author's self-confidence, the goal he pursues and the author's lofty ambition. In just 600 words, the relationship between growth and pursuit is almost perfect, which is also highlighted in the title and end of the article. Secondly, the writing is fluent and the language is concise and beautiful. Metaphor and parallelism make the article literary and artistic, and the combination of extended meanings is natural and ingenious. The little author is rich in connotation and profound in thought. It is rare to write such a good work in such a short time!
Be my face nurse (Henan examinee)
I will use physical formulas to calculate the voltage and current, but I won't install a simple light bulb because my father told me it was dangerous. I can skillfully write the chemical formula and function of phosphorus and potassium fertilizer, but I can't grow a cactus well, because my mother told me that's not what I should do; I want to climb the mountain with my classmates, but my parents are very nervous: "What if I take the wrong bus?" What should I do if I meet the bad guys? What if I get hurt? "
Facing all this, I can only say that my parents love me very, very much …
At the gate of every primary school in China, we can see such a grand occasion: the parents stood silently on both sides of the school gate, the children skipped out of the door, and almost instantly the schoolbags on their backs were transferred to their parents. Grandparents with gray hair stuffed the chocolate and candied haws that had already been prepared into their babies' hands and walked behind them like servants.
This is incomparable happiness and intoxication for childlike innocence who has not yet reached the other side of youth. It's like a beautiful umbrella and a comfortable rocking chair.
However, when we embark on the road of youth, this concern will hang over our heads like a rain cloud and linger. This comfortable rocking chair can't move a step!
When the words fragile, puppy love and running away from home are put in front of you, you will open your confused eyes and say, "Mom, what should I do?"
Of course, parents will try their best to help you, but one day you go out into the society and then you say, "Mom, what should I do?" You will be eliminated by the new century.
I want to get rid of care, and I don't want to grow up in the shadow of care. In the storm, a person's will will will be baptized and tested, which will make me stronger and brave to face setbacks and tests.
I want to get rid of my worries, rush forward against the wind and rain, fall down and get up. I believe my future is infinitely bright, and tomorrow's world will be more exciting!
[Appreciation] In the face of parents' care, the young author is not intoxicated, but clearly realizes that excessive care can only bring about low energy in life. In the face of practical problems and growing troubles in life, he is at a loss and is eventually eliminated by the times. So the author shouted loudly, I want to get rid of my worries and stand the baptism and test of life. It shows the author's determination to grow in the beating of life and his courage to face setbacks and tests. This composition expresses the aspirations of contemporary middle school students, and also puts forward a question worthy of consideration by everyone, especially parents, that is, how to understand the cultivation of middle school students' ability; How to improve the quality of middle school students? This makes this article ambitious. The little author starts with himself, and then writes that the excessive care of parents is a social phenomenon, and it is easy and natural to change levels from point to surface; The writing is fluent, the language is skillful and sophisticated, and the combination of discussion and lyricism makes the article thought-provoking, sincere and moving. (Yue Jianzhi)
Family happiness (Zhejiang examinee)
On Sunday, I suddenly had an impulse to help my mother wash her feet. My mother looked at me with strange eyes and said that washing feet after the senior high school entrance examination was a waste of time, but after my repeated requests, my mother agreed.
I moved the chair to the middle of the yard and put a basin of water in front of the chair, and the moon was reflected in the water.
Mother sat down in the chair. I carefully took off my socks for my mother, and I touched her rough and hard soles. My heart is shaking. This was left by my mother when she was a child, and it hasn't faded for so many years.
Mother obediently put her foot into the water, and gently, several ripples appeared in the water.
I looked down and saw that the moon in the water was crushed by my mother's feet, just like a golden elf jumping on the water.
I carefully washed my mother's feet. My mother is a little fat and thick-footed, just like her mother, kind and not cunning.
"When you were young, you were very naughty. You always get your feet dirty when you come home at night. I sit in the yard and wash your feet every night. " Mother suddenly spoke.
I looked up, my mother seemed to be immersed in memories, and my memories went back to the past.
I sat on a small bamboo chair and creaked uneasily. While washing my feet, my mother told me stories: Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace, WU GANG who cut down trees, and Houyi who shot the sun ... I always looked up at the moon, and the quiet moonlight sprinkled on my little face, on my mother's short black hair and on the basin of water. ...
"What's the matter with you?" In front of me is my mother who has been eroded by years. I looked down and continued to wash her feet. Suddenly I feel that the moonlight of my childhood seems to shine on me and my mother, on my mother's face and on my mother's feet. What a beautiful artistic conception this is! I smiled, and so did my mother.
I feel very happy. I have forgotten this kind of family happiness for a long time, and I picked it up unintentionally, but it didn't change its flavor. On the contrary, it became stronger with the passage of time.
Ah! Family happiness.
"Who is in love, his words are not lacking." Looking at the full text, there are three highlights: first, the description of the scenery, although light with a pen, but the effect is extraordinary. The description of the moon in this paper not only points out the time of the event, but also sets off a quiet and happy atmosphere. Coupled with the activities of the characters, it constructs a beautiful artistic conception and expresses the theme. Second, the details describe nature, truth, vividness and image. "Mom obediently put her foot into the water, and the movement was so light that several ripples appeared on the water", "The moon in the water was crushed by her foot, just like a golden elf jumping on the water", "Mom was a little fat, and her feet were thick" ... all of which truly reproduced the picture at that time! Third, be careful before and after writing and be expressionless. At the beginning of the article, I shouted: "I suddenly had a whim and wanted to help my mother wash her feet." The ending should be like this: "I forgot this family happiness for a long time, but I accidentally picked it up ..." (Mi Liu Jianguo Guo Jun)
I want to sing a song (full score in 2005 Shanghai senior high school entrance examination)
The hall was brightly lit, friends and relatives gathered together, and laughter was endless. There is a big cake with 50 candles on the table, but it won't be blown out, because today's protagonist, my father, has gone out ... Not because I'm unhappy, not because I'm uncomfortable, just because my father is a policeman! ?
Although my father was not here to celebrate, I picked up the receiver and sang karaoke. Because I know that no matter where my father is, I can hear my blessing: Dad, I wish you peace! ?
With the lyrics moving slowly on the screen, I sang. Although I sang a little out of tune, I was singing with my heart-at this moment, I remembered some past events of my father, and unconsciously, a stream of heat came to my heart ...?
My father has been a busy man since I was sensible. Don't spend more than three days at home in a week. I remember one time, the school held a parent-teacher meeting, and the teacher had not spoken for ten minutes when his annoying mobile phone rang. The next thing is self-evident. I have to record what the teacher said by myself, so that I am in a hurry and can't even see what I wrote down clearly. ?
Another time, it was the night of the Spring Festival. The whole family happily sat in front of the TV, waiting for Dad to come back for dinner.
You can wait and wait, 1 1 before you come back. I was anxious and sad, and frantically called my father's mobile phone. But a voice came from the other party: "Sorry, the number you dialed is power off ..."?
It was already midnight, and grandma said angrily, "Let this bastard go! Let's eat and ignore him! " Alas! This is the real New Year's Eve! ?
At two o'clock in the morning, when I was half asleep and half awake, I heard a knock at the door. I rushed out nervously and opened the door. The sight in front of me makes me
Stunned: Dad's legs are in plaster and his head is wrapped in gauze. Dad said, "The mobile phone seems to be broken, so I didn't receive your call." It turns out that dad was injured on business. Well, dad, what can I say about you? ?
Although my father seldom cares about me, I have never resented him, because in my heart, my father is an open people's policeman. Dad often teaches me: "Be upright, especially for boys!" ?
Dad, I have never forgotten your teachings for a moment. But, dad, do you know my heart? I'm really afraid that you will get hurt. I just hope you can go to work happily and go home safely. You can go home often, go home and control me ... Thought of here, I choked into the microphone, and I shed tears. Although I can't sing "I wish you peace" anymore, my heart is still praying and blessing: I wish you peace!
Comments:
At first glance, I thought the examinee wanted to sing the song "I wish you peace". But after reading the full text, I know that the full text is an expression of the author's praise to his father, the people's police, and a hymn to the people's police. This paper chooses three things: "birthday party", "parent-teacher meeting" and "eating New Year's Eve" to show the father's public and selfless quality, which is quite typical. The language is unpretentious, and the lines are full of true feelings. The weakness of this paper is that several sentences are not fluent. (edited by Tang)
Looking for a transparent heart (a candidate in Henan)
When I was two years old, I got polio after a high fever and my legs were disabled. From then on, my parents' sighs replaced the laughter of the past, and I lost my colorful childhood.
Disability determines my pain. Other girls are spoiled and praised, but I can only get pity and discrimination. When I went to middle school, the pain increased day by day. In the second day of junior high school, I even felt that my existence was a wet blanket in this world, and the more I lived in this world, the more painful I became.
In the extremely painful days, Li Yan, the head teacher who has been concerned about me, was suddenly hospitalized due to illness. That day, I came to Miss Li's ward. Pale, she lay quietly in the hospital bed, and when she saw me coming, a kind smile appeared on her face, indicating that I was sitting by her bed, struggling to take out a paper bag wrapped exquisitely and firmly from the pillow, patting my head lovingly and saying, if you have time, flipping through this book may be of great benefit to you!
At home, just as I was opening the autobiography of Helen Keller given to me by my teacher, the letter that let me find the courage to survive slipped out, which was written by Miss Li herself:
"Hello, Wen Wen! I feel that you have been extremely depressed recently, and you must be worried about your broken leg again. But you don't know, you are the envy of the teacher now! I have bone cancer, which is already advanced. I can never stand up, let alone go back to my beloved platform. If I can be as young and energetic as you, I will have a long-term future! Yesterday morning, I saw birds chirping happily in the bright sunshine. No matter you are a person or a bird, you can sing your favorite songs and do your favorite things in the sun. How happy it is to have a transparent heart. I hope you cherish life and cherish the feeling of life. "
Reading the words surging with the heat flow of life, looking at the crimson window with tears, the sunset burns so beautifully! Indeed, not every life can shine like a flame and burn brilliantly, but those of us who live in caring sunshine can't cast a shadow on our hearts and lose the confidence we deserve in life.
I will always miss my dear teacher Li, and my heart will always be engraved with the advice that this kind teacher gave me when my life was about to die: there is a transparent heart in the sun.
[Comment] The author uses "serial stories" to organize materials and express the theme in twists and turns: first tell his own story, write the tricks played by the god of fate, highlight the painful mood caused by disability, and then write the story of teacher Li Yan, which leads to Li Yan's profound understanding of the meaning of life and helps "me" find the courage to live. Finally, take care of the title. " [Recommended by Jiao Wenlin]
After the tears dried up (a candidate in Henan)
I sat by the window alone, staring into the distance. Eyes, already crying red and swollen; Tears are still flowing. I didn't wipe it, let the tears flow to my mouth, and it was astringent. Let the tears wet the test paper with poor scores just handed out.
I don't know how long I've been sitting in front of the window, but I know that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I don't have time to think about it, but I'm still thinking about this exam. When the teacher read the score, my heart beat so hard that the more I was afraid, the more inevitable it was. I dare not face up to the teacher's bloodshot eyes, dare not look at the pathetic score, can't believe that this is my hard work for many days, but I have to believe that the poor score is right in front of my eyes and I failed.
The moonlight is bleak, like running water, pouring quietly on the table, making my face pale. I think of my parents, and I may still be working hard at this time; I think of my parents who get up early and work in the dark, so thin; I think of my parents' faces tanned by the sun, wrinkles carved on their foreheads by ruthless years, and chapped hands; Every time before leaving, I think of my parents' words of concern and my legs of expectation; Thinking of everyone who cares about her. Now ... I am ashamed of their concern.
Outside the window, the moon has risen so high; In the window, it's the same. Painful memories make me feel too tired. I looked up and tried to stretch my brain. Suddenly, a tall and straight image came into my eyes. I looked intently again, and it turned out to be the poplar tree outside the window, which had blown the wind again and again.
After the snowstorm, the poplars survived tenaciously. It is taller and straighter than before. I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison and General Wellington ... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I had a cold war, and my mind was much clearer: no, I must not shrink back, I want to take back the first place that once belonged to me. Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, and everything in the past can only be wiped out. I want to start over, face failure with a new attitude and meet the next challenge.
Tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my whole body. I turned on the light and the dormitory was much warmer. I looked at the test paper soaked with tears, dried my tears, held the pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for the failure ... I want this failure to be my motivation.
Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured thousands of miles. I don't know when the stars came out. I blinked my naughty eyes and showed a bright smile on my face.
[Opinion] The topic is full of emotion and also plays a suspense role. The full text takes a failed exam of "I" as the core event, takes my own mental journey as the clue, and describes the process of regaining confidence and courage in failure with vivid language, delicate pen and ink and sincere feelings. Candidates also describe the moon three times in the article, which not only implies the passage of time, but also exaggerates subjective feelings and increases the aesthetic feeling of the article. [Recommended by Jiao Wenlin]
I am Ziziphus jujuba (Henan examinee)
I am a seed, a very humble jujube seed. After being bought by my master, I thought I would live a carefree life in the future, bathe in sunshine and rain, and grow up healthily under the careful care of my master ... but I didn't expect that I became an unfortunate person. Due to the negligence of the owner, my car tripped over a stone and I was thrown out.
This is a very humble place-a crack, desolate and hard. I didn't expect that one day my master would suddenly remember that I was missing, so I began to have a belief: "alive!" " "I want to live, this is my only hope. At this time, I think I can suck some sweet water under me. Thank God for giving me a glimmer of hope. I keep smoking every day and my body expands day by day.
One morning, I suddenly felt the warmth of the wind. "Ah, I have sprouted ..." At this time, my heart was surging, and I finally survived. The new life will definitely attract attention! I think. "Hey, sister, come and see, there is a small bud in the gap!" A little girl cried. "That's a weed!" My sister smiled absently. God, I want to shout, "Why? Why does no one respect me? " So, I strengthened a belief: "live, live wonderfully!" " "
I started a new struggle.
When new challenges come, raindrops hit me, floods flooded me, and I struggled, swayed and persevered. The hot sun scorched me and dark clouds wrapped me. I endured, peaceful and stubborn. The wind came, and I bit the ground tightly; After the beast trampled on the food, I grew back from the living roots, and my body grew stronger every day.
A few years later, I really grew into a tree. Although the height is not enough, the leaves are sparse and the branches are sparse, there are also many fruits. There is the fragrance of vegetation in the air, the comfort of sunshine between branches and leaves, and birds jumping around the branches. Life finally has its own world. At this time, two women came, "hey, sister, isn't that what you said about weeds?" Why ... "Sister suddenly blushed:" This, this ... has grown into a tree? " "Sister, look at the dew on the leaves, so crystal clear!"
Looking at the distance, my sister frowned and said in shame, "I think that's its tears."
Don't! Tears are decorations for pessimists and medals awarded by God to persistent people.
I can't live up to God's gift. I will stick to a belief that I will grow into a jujube tree with the tallest head and the most fruits. ...
[Comment] Candidates chose a brand-new perspective to tell stories and deduce topics, and skillfully personified a Ziziphus jujuba seed to make it lively, indicating the author's personalized pursuit in artistic expression. Through my firm belief in "living" and "living brilliantly", the article reveals the important significance of "belief" to career success and quality of life, which is ingenious and profound. [Recommended by Jiao Wenlin]
As long as the faith is unbreakable (Henan examinee)
On that rainy morning, after graduating from college for several months, he couldn't find a satisfactory unit, and he was very depressed. He walked alone on the country road.
Unconsciously, he stood in front of a kiln far away from the village and suddenly looked up. The behavior of the old man who just started learning to burn a jar recently made him shine. I saw the old man strode to the front of the kiln without frowning, so he swung an iron bar and smashed all the crocks of different shapes and sizes that had just come out of the kiln.
He walked up to the old man in confusion and asked him why he had broken them all.
The old man said unhurriedly, "There is something wrong with the fire."
He sighed, "but you have spent a lot of effort!" "
The old man sighed and said, "But I believe the next furnace will burn better." The old man's firm tone was full of confidence.
The old man sat in the drizzling rain again, and started from scratch, making mud blanks carefully bit by bit. He was deeply moved by this composure of resolutely breaking and starting again and succeeding-yes, even if all the crocks are broken, it doesn't matter. As long as the persistent belief in his heart is not broken, the old man won't worry about making a more satisfactory crock.
Silently, he bowed deeply to the old man, turned and ran home, packed his simple bags and resolutely joined the team working in the south. After waiting anxiously again and again and being disappointed again and again, he finally got a very hard job-working as a coolie on a construction site.
A few years later, he owned a big company.
In life, there will always be failures. However, at this time, who can bite the bullet and tell himself that I still have one of the most precious things-the belief that I will not bend. If I hold on to it, I will definitely add courage and a fearless force to my suffering, and I will feel that my feet are still on the ground, my blood is still hot, and the road has not been completely cut off. If I continue to struggle, I will succeed in my career.
[Comment] In the article, candidates skillfully arranged the stories of college students and the old kiln-burning people. These two stories are twisted together, forming a relationship of contrast and contrast, which is of great educational significance. The discussion at the end can be described as the finishing touch, which condenses the connotation of the two stories and reveals the philosophy of life: as long as the faith lasts, you can achieve your career. [Recommended by Jiao Wenlin]