Six ninth grade compositions

There is a kind of affection in the world called persuasion. I can't tell you what it feels like.

"Son, remember to bring a pen during the exam, don't panic …" In fact, I have heard this kind of exhortation from my mother many times before the exam. How can a middle school student not know these details after taking the exam for more than ten years? It's just that I understand that this is my mother's love for me. She told me over and over again that I couldn't bother, let alone interrupt.

Mom came two days before the exam. She said she wanted to cook for me. The food in the canteen is not good. Dad was supposed to come, but as a teacher, he was also going to invigilate. They are so worried that they can't wait to fly in with their wings. I want to refuse my mother to visit me. After all, this exam is not a college entrance examination. But a father loves a mountain, and a mother loves a ditch.

The day before the exam, my mother said that I belonged to gold, and the fortune teller said that if I entered the examination room with people belonging to water, I would pass the exam smoothly. I must have laughed at her superstition before, but now I can't laugh, but I feel very heavy in my heart. My father's phone, which used to be so dense, disappeared the day before the exam. I know that my father suppressed his concern for me and didn't call me. He is afraid to disturb my rest.

China's parents, from ancient times to the present, have paid too much and cared too much for their children. As a poem says, "But how much love has an inch-long grass and won three rays of spring?" What we do as children can never repay the kindness that our parents always care about.

At this moment, I think of my parents' exhortations over and over again these days, and they all converge into a belief at this moment, which makes me more confident in the future. I see, the reward for parents is to let them worry less. I believe that my efforts will not let them down.

What about you, my friend? How will you repay your parents' care and advice?

The second part of Yangguang Road

In the evening, in the corner of the sky, the clouds were dyed golden, and the penetrating golden light enveloped the whole town. The house is like golden gauze, quiet streets, familiar corners ... The semi-suspended golden wheel makes all these scenes so warm and nostalgic. ...

My hometown, the ancient town and water town, is full of indelible memories, but the fragments of dreams, no matter how pieced together, are still incomplete. ...

I stepped into grandma's study again. Everything is as simple and generous as before. The fragrance on the table is rising, and the air is filled with sadness. The warm smile in my mind has already been posted on the bedside and turned yellow. I held back the pain, opened grandma's drawer, slipped a thin piece of paper, and slowly spun it down. I bowed my head and picked it up. That's your exquisite handwriting: grandma is old. I'm not in good health now, and I may come to an end. My lovely granddaughter, if you can read this letter, I will feel at ease. Promise me that if you encounter any setbacks after grandma left, just look at the sun in the sky and walk in the direction of the sun forever. ...

I froze for a long time until I spilled the afterglow into my study. When I found grandma's drawer full of letters for me, my tears fell involuntarily. At that time, I didn't attend my grandmother's funeral. I think this is her lifelong regret ... I look at this pile of letters and feel very heavy. ...

"The sky is too big to see clearly, so lonely." Trying to look up at the sky, the sunset is like blood, devouring half the sky, and everything is dyed red with blood. Bare trees are dancing in the distance, and birds are singing in the ears. All this is dazzling red, and tears are falling. Behind the teenager, sadness extended into a shadow, only to hear her muttering in the wind: "Grandma, I am on the sunny road, can you see?"

That changed my third paper.

A crescent moon, like a boat, paddled on the calm lake in the middle of the night, with the pointed bow facing upward, which brought me a memory.

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Silver moonlight, sprinkled on the ground. The bright red petals are covered with a layer of silvery white, which seems to be true. The straight stem supports my light and petite disc. It is particularly unique among the ruins that have been beaten by the wind and rain around. That's me, a red rose. After the baptism of wind and rain, I learned to be independent

In the afternoon, the bright sunshine shone in the past, and I stuck to the low fence, looking carefree. At that time, I was like a flower in a greenhouse. I didn't want to grow upright by myself, but leaned against the fence and wrapped it with vines.

The weather is like a child's face. You change when you say it. The sunshine that was still bright in the afternoon has now disappeared. There are only dark clouds in the sky, raindrops falling in the distance and scary lightning.

"It doesn't matter, lightning is so far away from me that nothing will happen." I'm so self-deceiving.

Raindrops as big as beans hit me, and it hurt. Before long, my plate came down, and the stalk attached to the deletion column became weaker and weaker. Just then, a flash of lightning, like a dragon, roared and hit the already crumbling delete bar.

The next day, the morning sun shone on me. I looked around and saw only that the deleted column had turned into a pile of rubbish, and my stalk was lying on the ground. Looking at the ashes, I realized that I was the only life-saving straw at the critical moment.

I began to learn to be independent. Day after day, I finally propped up the flowerpot with my own green stems. I held up the flower tray and saw the silver moonlight, stars and distant mountains.

The stars in the distance are twinkling, as if smiling at me.

Na Yue in the night sky is also laughing.

The Three Traps of Life Chapter IV

A farmer went into town to sell donkeys and goats. A small bell is tied around the goat's neck. Three thieves saw it, and one thief said, "I'm going to steal the sheep, so the farmer can't find it." Another thief said, "I want to steal the donkey from the farmer." The third thief said, "It's not difficult. I can steal all the clothes from the farmer. "

The first thief quietly approached the goat, untied the bell, tied it to the donkey's tail and took the goat away. The farmer looked around and found that the goat was gone, so he began to look for it.

Then the second thief went up to the farmer and asked him what he was looking for. The farmer said that he had lost a goat. The thief said, "I saw your goat." Just now, a man came to this forest with a goat. Now I can catch him. " The farmer begged the thief to help him lead the donkey and chase the goat himself. The second thief took the opportunity to take the donkey away.

When the farmer came back from the forest, he saw that the donkey was gone and cried on the road. Walking, he saw a man sitting by the pond, also crying. The farmer asked him what happened.

The man said, "I'm so tired, let me send a bag of gold to the city." I sat by the pond to rest and fell asleep. I pushed the bag into the water in my sleep. " The farmer asked him why he didn't go down and take out his pockets. The man said, "I'm afraid of water because I can't swim." Who wants to catch this bag of gold? " I'll send him twenty ingots of gold. "

The farmer was overjoyed and thought, "God gave me happiness because others stole my goats and donkeys." So he took off his clothes and jumped into the water, but he couldn't find the bag of gold anyway. When he climbed up from the water, he found his clothes missing. It turned out that the third thief stole his clothes.

These are the three traps of life: carelessness, credulity and greed.

The Back of a Mountain Chapter 5

Father's back is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

I didn't seem to like haircuts before, but I didn't know until I was a little older. After cutting my hair, it turned from a jungle to a plain. It looked ugly and unnatural, so I didn't like haircuts.

The person who cares most about my hair is my father. He seems to occupy the land above me. Every time he cried, he dragged him into the barber shop.

The barber's scissors flashed quickly, and my father pulled up a chair behind me and sat down silently and waited. I saw him looking at me patiently and silently in the mirror.

In fact, my father himself has a bright black hair, sprayed with hair gel. His thin cheeks and strong nose bridge make his father's determined face angular, and that black hair is a chic ornament.

When the barber's scissors fell, my father looked at me and said:

"Yes, very energetic."

Later, I really grew up, liked to take a refreshing route, and went to the barber shop more often. But there is no father's gaze behind him.

Go to have a haircut with my father once in a while. I looked at my father in the mirror. His thick black hair has withered and his handsome face has become black and dry. The bridge of the nose is not as strong as before, but the eyes staring at me are still so firm.

My father, who once carried me to the barber shop, has long been ruthlessly washed away by years.

I stood up as my black hair slipped from my shawl.

"Quite ..." Before the first word was finished, my father coughed violently-although he hadn't smoked for a long time.

"Very energetic, very energetic ..." I knew my father was going to say this sentence, so I silently read it in my mouth. My father's feet had already stepped out of the barber shop.

My father's back is mediocre and small in the downtown area, but I suddenly feel that it is as high as a mountain.

Holiday summary chapter 6

In a blink of an eye, a short one-month winter vacation passed, and I had a substantial winter vacation. Before the new semester comes, I think it is necessary for me to make a small summary of this winter vacation.

Junior high school life is coming to an end, and there are still more than four months to face the senior high school entrance examination. In order to have ideal grades, to be admitted to an ideal high school, and to make me not regret in the future, I must work hard!

This holiday can be said to be not idle. I study English in the morning and physical chemistry in the afternoon. The subjects are full. In order to learn and review more knowledge in a limited time, I must squeeze time! Get up in the morning and recite English words. After breakfast, it only takes 20 minutes to do math problems. After all, your mind is clearer in the morning. After you come back from learning English, do the English homework assigned by the teacher, then have lunch, and then go to the physics and chemistry remedial class. Day after day, every time I don't want to do my homework, I think of the senior high school entrance examination, and gradually I understand how important time is.

Physical exercise is an essential item in holidays. In order not to get extra points for physical education in the senior high school entrance examination and to have a healthy body, I insist on exercising every day.

Seeing that the new semester is coming, of course, we should tailor a study plan for ourselves in the new semester! First of all, I will change my previous learning attitude. A good attitude is the key to success. Only with a good attitude can you get good grades. Secondly, I will definitely overcome my laziness in study. I believe that if I overcome it, my grades will advance by leaps and bounds. Finally, I will arrange my time more scientifically. After all, I have no time to waste, so I will seize every precious minute.

A good beginning is half the battle. I will redouble my efforts in the new semester and never let my dreams be just dreams and dreams!