The composition of the senior high school entrance examination is 600 words
600 words 1 Didi Didi Didi ... Time flies. I looked at the computer screen, my mind was blank, and I couldn't type a word with my fingers ... There were familiar footsteps in the corridor, and my mother came back!
Open the door! Close the door! Turn on the light! Turn off the lights! Mom always seems to be too busy to know how to rest!
My mother put on casual clothes and came in. Seeing that I was still in deep thought, she said, "What are you thinking, Lai Min Min? Go down and play for a while! Let mom type the report! Seeing that the cup of jasmine on the table was replaced by a cup of strong Longjing, I knew that my mother's report would be done very late!
I left the computer desk and stood aside. I don't know when there were a lot of silver wires in my mother's black hair, and I don't know when the traces of years were engraved on my face, but my mother's figure has always been good! I don't know why, but I think my mother smells like Sister Lin written by Mr. Cao Xueqin! It's just that mom is much stronger than her!
"Hair stay? Still not going to play? My mother asked me, "Oh, oh! Let's go. After answering, I quietly took the door out and left my mother alone. After going downstairs, I subconsciously looked up.
Mom just looked up and saw me smile. "Come back!" Oh, "followed by a busy figure!
I know, that's enough! With this smile, this "come back early". This busy number ... I know that they are enough to support my life!
Because behind them is: love! Yes; Love! Yes; Warm!
Maybe it's unpleasant and not beautiful, but it looks so fragile in front of them! So small!
Mom, my daughter wants to make a promise to you, the most sincere promise!
Daughter's oath, daughter's wish, is not a pale promise! It can't witness it! Witness that this is love! It is love! It's 4748 days of care! And thousands or even thousands of days in the future!
Mom, if there is an afterlife! In the afterlife, I am still your daughter!
My unit allocated me a house five years ago. This bungalow is located in the city center and has a good location. Unfortunately, there is no water. It turned out that when installing water pipes, the original residents had conflicts with their neighbors and refused to let the water pipes pass through their homes. Neighbors on both sides bypassed the bungalow and laid pipes. As a result, for more than ten years, the original residents had to beg for water everywhere because of the increasingly tense relationship with their neighbors. Now this age-old problem is finally in front of me.
Before I took the key, someone told me that the neighbors on both sides were "prickly" and difficult to get along with ... but I think: distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and neighbors in trouble should get along well with others. In addition, to solve the water problem, we must realize "dialogue" with our neighbors.
My neighbor in the west is an old lady who is nearly eighty years old. When she heard that she wanted to be my neighbor, she gave a cautious welcome. As soon as I mentioned collecting water, the old lady ignored him. In the old man's evasive conversation, I found the crux: the small house built by the original residents was too high, which greatly affected the lighting of the old man. The two families quarreled over this, and the knot became more and more dead, and the problem was not dealt with. So, I told the old man at that time that after I moved here, I would tear down the small house to achieve "peace."
After listening to my promise, the old man agreed to the water supply problem, but put forward the condition that he must pay the construction cost of that year 120 yuan. I also readily agreed.
The water pipe was finally connected, and my neighbor's aunt asked me with some difficulty if she could connect a faucet in the yard. I readily agreed and quickly connected the faucet. Old people have to pay 10 for materials. I said nothing. The old man was moved and said, "You are so kind to your aunt, how can I ask for your money again?" As a result, the original 120 yuan was also exempted by my aunt.
In the second year of moving into a new house, I fulfilled my promise to tear down the small house and prepare to build it lower. At this time, it happened that the neighbor in the east also wanted to build a small house, but because his yard was too small, he negotiated whether he could occupy a wall in my house. At that time, including the master who built the house, opposed my concession: why should I give it to him in this prime location? But I gave in.
In this way, in a short period of one year, I got along well with my neighbors next door, just like a family.
Three main points of 600-word composition for senior high school entrance examination:
1. Success or failure is the result of long-term factors;
2. Success or failure is a precious wealth in life;
3. Success or failure is not eternal, but can be transformed;
4. You can't talk about heroes by success or failure;
Motto aphorism:
1. Every time I watch a sports meeting, I often think that the winner is respectable, and the backward competitors who still have to run to the finish line, and the audience who are stunned by such competitors, are the backbone of China in the future.
-Lu Xun
2. Difficulties and setbacks may be beneficial. This is a kind of exercise. This is my motivation to move on.
-Xian Xinghai
Failure is what I need, and it is as valuable to me as success. Only when I know all the bad methods can I know what the good methods are.
-(America) Edison
Those who can't learn from failure have a long way to success.
-(France) Napoleon
Related idioms:
1. Success or failure theorists: evaluate according to success or failure. This is something we don't advocate. )
2. Failure is the mother of success: failure is the foundation of success. Learning from failure can turn failure into success.
3. Lost in the east corner, harvesting mulberries: lost at this time, compensated at another time.
Historical facts:
/kloc-In the 4th century, the English army invaded Scotland, and King Bruce led the people to rise up and resist, but he organized six counter-attacks in succession and failed one after another. The Scottish army was beaten out of the water, and the king fled into a cave in frustration and noticed a spider weaving a web in the cave. Although the first six times were unsuccessful, the spider did not give up, but started the seventh attempt and finally succeeded. Encouraged, Bruce was determined to unite and lead the people to fight back against the invaders again. Under his leadership, Scotland finally defeated the invading enemy after many tenacious battles.
I don't know why, Xiao Fang and I became inseparable friends.
Xiao Fang is one year older than me. He is not as tall or as heavy as me. Even the Young Pioneers have fewer armbands than me. She loves to wear that blue and white school uniform and is responsible for raising the team flag on the way after school. She looks as cool as a beautiful female warrior.
I have known her since the first grade, and soon we became the "three combinations" envied by our classmates. Because, I am the squadron leader, she is the monitor, and the armbands add up to three; In every exam, I scored first and she scored second, adding up to 3; On the school bus, our seat numbers are 16 and 17, which add up to 33. Haha, are there too many coincidences?
Is it because she is brave? Near where we waited for the school bus, there lived an aunt. She has a big temper and is often angry about a little thing. Everyone is afraid of her. Once, my aunt picked up a brick and tried to hit us because our classmates were too noisy. Everyone was scared to hide from each other, and some ran to the road. How dangerous! Xiao Fang walked slowly over and said, "Wow, this thing is red. It looks delicious. To respect the elders, it is better to let the aunt taste the taste of bricks first. " Aunt paused, stormed off, and never came out to scare us again.
Is it because she cares about people? I caught a cold last winter. On the bus, she looked at me with a runny nose and shed tears. She offered me a tissue, and I used up a whole packet of tissue. On the way back from school, Zhu Xiao gave me a big piece of paper. I wonder why I should pass it on if I can't say it myself. Open it, wow! There are many notes on the note, such as "drink more boiled water", "don't eat too spicy food", "go to bed early at night" and so on, and also write a small remedy for colds. God, how much time and energy did it take? I was moved to tears.
Or is it because she is a versatile girl? She can play the piano, draw well and play badminton. But these are all things that I gradually learned after we became good friends.
Why on earth did we become good friends? There seems to be no reason for us to bloom friendship.
In my childhood memories, my grandmother's love and care filled my childhood with happy notes, and I gradually developed my own small temper. However, because of this incident, I missed seeing my grandmother for the last time and listening to her last words. I remember when I was a child, I always ran happily in the yard of my grandmother's house in the countryside, playing with insects and singing the songs of birds. My grandmother always shouted behind me, "Slow down, son, don't fall down!" " "At this time, I will grin back and make a face for my grandmother and go to play again. My grandmother patted me lovingly and said, "You child. "
But because my younger brother joined later, my grandmother took less care of me. I think my grandmother doesn't love me anymore, because that time: my brother came to play in the yard, and I was eating the candy my grandmother gave me. I was so happy! But grandma saw my brother coming, so she took some from me and gave it to him. I growled discontentedly, "why do you take my candy?" Grandma always gives my things to my brother. You don't love me anymore! " "I said, and flew out of the yard, tears welled up in my eyes. I ran in the street, my heart ached, and I began to hate my grandmother. Since then, I haven't been back to my grandmother's house for a long time until the day when my grandmother died. That day, my mother told me with tears on her face: grandma died. I looked at her calmly and said, "So what? "
Mom said, "You are a child, and the child that your grandmother missed most before her death was you!" " "I was shocked and my voice began to tremble:" She obviously cares about her brother! " "Silly child, that's grandma told you to care more about others. She is telling you to avoid detours and hope your life will be smooth sailing. She kept calling your name until she closed her eyes and wanted to see you again and touch you again. You child, how can you not understand grandma's love for you! "I froze, and my heart was in severe pain, like a handful of salt sprinkled on the wound. It hurts! I missed it, I missed the last chance to see grandma; I missed, missed the last sentence grandma said to me, missed, missed grandma's love for me! Finally, I couldn't help crying. I learned a lot through this miss. I want to learn to understand other people's concerns. I see, and I'm beginning to care about others. Miss, it really taught me a lot about being a man.
Life ends with the disappearance of the body, so missing becomes a way of mourning. Among countless pieces, I picked up some pieces and pieced them together into a person.
My father has been in poor health, and I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child. When I was 7 years old, because of my mother's work, I returned home-a complete stranger's home. My father has a bad temper, and my mother is patient everywhere, but I have never seen a smile on his face, as if becoming a veteran of the family is worthy of the name.
He stipulates that dinner must be served before six o'clock every night. Once, my mother cooked fish and ate dinner very late. My father sat in the plush chair without saying a word. The slightly fat body drive is like a rusty kettle. Once heated, it can boil. I dare not go near it for fear that it will explode. It seems that once the gate is opened, angry words will flood in.
Therefore, every day I obey the rules and dare not break the rules. One day, because the bus was late for work, it was already half past six when I got home. I am hesitant, and I have been afraid to enter the door and wander around the house. Father dragged his sick body to open the door and found me at the door. I turned and ran away. Before I could, I felt my shoulder loose and my schoolbag had been taken off. Does he want to hit me? I didn't dare to think much. My father just patted me on the head and took me in. "Are you hungry?" Seeing me nod, I kept putting food into the bowl.
With the aggravation of my studies, I came home later and later, and that rule gradually became a dead letter. Except for my father, I would still sit in the plush chair and shake my kettle-like body back and forth, waiting for my mother and I to come back for dinner.
Day after day, year after year, finally one day the figure in the plush chair disappeared ... Only my mother would have dinner before six o'clock and then wait for me to go home.
Whenever night falls, I seem to hear him growling in my ear and see a grumpy and stubborn father smiling. I know that there is a saying that he has been deeply buried in his heart and has never been able to say it from his closed mouth: "I love you, son!" " "