The composition "I can't help it..." is in the second grade of junior high school, urgent! ! ! ! ! !

I can’t help being grateful

-Zhao Hu (Class 6 (3), Hanjiang District Experimental School)

As a song says, "You and I are both mortal, living in this world." In life, there are always some sweet and sour seasonings. Some people will complain and be sad because of this, but some people are happy and joyful because of it. Among them, one person who can't help but be grateful is me. I am always happy because of the gratitude in my heart.

That day of heavy rain may have doomed me to failure and I would "walk away in tears". Because of my mistake - the mistake of arrangement, the original "English Festival Exhibition Competition" championship missed our class. When I learned the news, I was shocked. It turned out to be a wrong decision on my part - extending the lead singer's performance time, ruining our championship! I couldn't believe this result. When I thought of the hard work that Teacher Song had put in for this activity... I covered my eyes and rushed to the toilet, letting my tears flow quietly in the toilet...

At this time , the "click" sound of the door opening penetrated my ears, and I quickly washed my face, not wanting anyone to know my vulnerability. It turned out that in front of me was the janitor aunt who came to clean the toilet as usual. She seemed to notice my red eyes and said to me with a smile: "Kid, everything will pass! There will be a next time." Huh? She seemed to know what I was thinking! Suddenly, a warm current flowed in my heart, making me feel more comfortable.

Beside the door, the aunt mopped the floor and chatted with me softly. I told her the whole story, and the complaints in my heart couldn't help but surge up, and I couldn't help crying.

"Actually, wouldn't it be better if you think about this matter from another angle?" Her gentle voice was like the breeze in March, like the flowing water of the creek, nourishing my heart, "Look The whole class believes in you, which means they all hope you can win. However, your failure is also a test and an opportunity for progress. I believe your classmates will forgive you. Believe in yourself. There are failures, successes, joys, and distresses, but they are all complementary to each other. There are joys and joys. This failure is the foundation for the next success. Do you understand?" After saying this, Auntie became like a mother to me. Smiling made me feel grateful and kept nodding my head.

Beside the pool, the aunt picked up the rag skillfully and scrubbed the pool quickly: "When I was young, I also had a big failure and cried non-stop. In the end, my father also said what he just said Those words, to this day, I still firmly believe: Failure is a kind of training in life!" After saying that, she picked up the mop, trudged out, and said "goodbye" to me. At this time, I couldn't help but feel grateful in my heart, and bowed, "Thank you!" Auntie was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're welcome!" and left. I stood there for a long, long time...

A fragrance filled my heart and spleen, faint and so fragrant! At first glance, it turned out to be the fragrance that my aunt put on the windowsill...

Yes, failure is a kind of temper in life!

That day of heavy rain! That familiar figure!

The brief review materials come from life and have real emotions. Inconsistency, the context is not connected, and the order needs to be adjusted. The meaning is unclear in some places, and the beginning and end of the text are not closely linked to the theme.

Rating 41 points

College student version

I can’t help but touch your wrinkles

-Wang Qingqing (member of Municipal Writers Association, Yang University President of Feitian Literary Society)

I often think of the first time I celebrated Children’s Day when I was a child. At that time, there was a game called "Find Mom", which was my favorite. The mothers swapped clothes and stood in a row, and a large group of children had to accurately identify their mothers to win prizes. This is not difficult for me at all, because my mother has a baby-like fat face, white and tender, which is very dazzling in the sun. No matter what clothes she wears, I can stand out among the crowd. He was recognized at first glance and was the first to jump into his mother's arms.

Nowadays, my mother always says: "In the blink of an eye, you have become so old!" Whenever this happens, I always feel sad. In the blink of an eye, my mother has begun to look older. The baby's fat face seemed to have shrunk and became soft. While my mother was sleeping, I counted the wrinkles on her face. Some were deep or shallow, some were long or short, some were clear and some were disordered. But halfway through the count, I couldn’t bear to count anymore...

I can’t bear to count them. He couldn't help but stroke the deepest wrinkle at the corner of his mother's eyes. I think this must be the mark left by the heavy rain on the corners of my mother's eyes. That day, my mother picked me up from school. We ran half the way amidst the thunder, but we still couldn't escape the heavy rain. The rain came down all over us, and instantly weaved into a dense network, as if it was going to swallow us up. My mother wrapped me up in her coat, picked me up and waded through the water step by step. From the gap between the collars, I saw big raindrops hitting my mother's forehead, eyes, and bridge of her nose fiercely... My mother's eyes squeezed out a crack, and the rainwater flowed down the "gully" at the corner of her eye to her cheek. That was the first time I saw "gullies" on my mother's smooth face. Today, the many "gullies" in the corners of my mother's eyes must have been dug out by the wind and rain when she shielded me from the wind and rain time and time again.

I couldn’t help but stroke the three wrinkles between my mother’s eyebrows that looked like sharp knives. I wanted to smooth them out because they made Mom's face look so sad.

Yes, how can mom not be worried? My growth bit by bit affected every nerve of hers. My heart rate is lower than that of ordinary people. I always feel dizzy and nauseous after running and jumping with my friend, which keeps her awake all night. I often vaguely see three deep "scratches" between her eyebrows in the dim light of midnight. My mother must have endured more pain than I did. Those three "scratches" were getting deeper and deeper.

My mother’s wrinkles are not the carvings of time or the deposition of years, but the recording of my growth. Mom, I can't help but want to touch your wrinkles. Have you ever felt the full love and gratitude flowing from my heart to my fingertips?

The description in the brief review is delicate, vivid, touching, and the emotions are sincere. However, the failure to specify the emotional changes in that specific state makes "Can't Help It" seem a bit empty. The order needs to be adjusted in a few places.

Rated 46 points

Police version

Can't help but be "moved"

-Zhu Zhengmao (Municipal Public Security Bureau Traffic Patrol Detachment)

As a female traffic policeman, standing in the middle of the road every day, I can always see the various aspects of life and the warmth and coldness of the world from a specific perspective. Without any verbal communication, ordinary but touching scenes will always appear on the road.

I couldn’t help but be moved. Every morning in Wenchanggang, I would always see one or two old couples, either holding hands or shoulder to shoulder, walking tremblingly across the zebra crossing in front of me. Whenever I see this scene, I can't help but want to run over and give them a hand. But seeing that although they were faltering, they were always supporting each other and very coordinated. I couldn't bear to step forward and break their harmonious rhythm. I just followed the old man's slow progress with my eyes. Because the green light time was short, I kept sweating in my heart. I didn't let out a sigh of relief until they safely completed the seemingly long zebra crossing. Every time I see them, I am very moved. It is a kind of happiness that helps each other.

Can't help but be pleasantly surprised. Every day I stand in the middle of the road, as if I were sending a loved one off for a long journey, smiling and watching every car coming and going. When I first started standing on the road, everyone was curious about the female traffic police and turned to look at me. I smiled at them. Every time I see them smiling back at me, I feel so happy. These are the surprises I received. There is recognition for me, support for my work, and even more encouragement for me. After that, drivers of escort vehicles, buses, and taxis often took the initiative to say hello to me. Either turn on the headlights, or nod, or wave. Although we are strangers to each other, that friendly smile always makes my heart happy.

Can’t help but be happy. Standing in the center of Wenchang Pavilion, I can always see many wedding cars passing me slowly. Every time I see this scene, I always sigh, another pair of lovers finally get married. Standing in the middle of the road, I can often come into close contact with these large and small wedding car groups, so I always like to look at the brides in the car, not to see whether they are beautiful or not, but to see their faces. of happiness. I will sincerely wish the newlyweds in my heart that no matter how rich or poor they are, they will be happy until they grow old.

Brief review: The reproduction of real life is believable; two-thirds of it was derailed, which is a pity. Fluent language.

Rating 39 points

Military version

Can’t help but look back

-Wang Jinyun (Second Reserve Division)

Only the earth-shattering or unforgettable things that have happened in the past will make us unable to help but look back again and again...

Li Xiquan, the 17-year-old man who was selected as one of the most touching Chinese figures in 2008, was the 17-year-old when the Anti-Japanese War broke out. He resolutely joined the army to join the war against Japan. In 1943, his unit was incorporated into the 54th Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, crossed the China-Myanmar border, and launched a campaign to recapture Tengchong.

Perhaps at that moment, when 24-year-old Li Xiquan looked back, his face was full of excitement that could not be concealed. This was the first time that the Chinese army went abroad to fight since the Sino-Japanese War of 1898-1894, and what was left to him would be a rich legacy. .

However, when he set foot on his hometown again and saw with his own eyes the mountains and rivers of his hometown of Taoyuan County, Hunan, he had already silently concealed his past.

Li Xiquan’s memory of his hometown comes from an atlas of China 30 years ago. The colorful square lines on the map are the motherland and hometown for this old man. The old man's descendants no longer feel the earth-shattering event, which seems very far away.

“Gunshots ring out every day, people die every day.” The old man’s memories even more affect his longing for his hometown. But when kind-hearted people helped him find his former residence and prepared to arrange for him to return to China to visit his relatives, the old man was not excited. He remained silent and sobbed softly.

After so many years, my heart has died, but my home has been found. This emotion is difficult for ordinary people to understand. However, when the "5.12" earthquake occurred, the old man was worried about the safety of his compatriots on the mainland. At the same time, he couldn't help but ask the person who helped him contact the country: "There is an earthquake in the motherland. Can I still go home?" "

"Definitely!" This is the affirmation of well-intentioned people and the obligation of the motherland.

Through the joint efforts of Chinese agencies in Myanmar and other non-governmental organizations, Mr. Li Xiquan finally took the train into Changsha Station. When the old man walked out of the station, unarranged people sang "March of the Volunteers" in a low voice, which slowly turned into a stirring chorus. An active-duty officer couldn't help but salute the old man with a standard military salute. .

"Clearly tell your officers and soldiers that the country has never and will never forget and abandon you." This was once a dialogue in a movie, but it is now becoming our country's cross-border tribute to veterans who have made sacrifices for the country. their commitment. In 2005, the commemorative medal jointly issued by the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the State Council, and the Central Military Commission to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the victory of the Chinese People's War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression was awarded to these veterans.

Facing history reflects the courage and strength of the country. I can't help but look back at history, and hope that the future will be peaceful and war will never come back.

The brief comments are based on people and things that I am familiar with, and they are filled with treasures. "Looking back" seems empty, so it would be better to change it to "moved".

Rated 48 points

Writer's Edition

I couldn't help but shed tears

-Qian Yibing (member of Jiangsu Writers Association)

It is said that men do not shed tears easily. However, when I faced a picture, I couldn't help but shed tears.

This is a snap photo titled "How are the children and teachers doing?" 》. The photo shows the ruins of Yushu after the earthquake. A middle-aged man lying on a stretcher raised his head with difficulty, his mouth slightly opened, and a pair of tired eyes radiating anxiety and longing. Obviously, the title of the photo is the sound made by this man.

After reading the description of the photo, I knew that this was an ordinary and ordinary Chinese man, a truck driver who walked from Hong Kong to the land of Xiqiang at an altitude of 4,000 meters. He was affectionately called " A Fu" volunteer. This man who regards charity as his life does not have an iron-clad body, but he has a spirit that can be carved into stone. In order to help those in need, he saved his own life-saving money regardless of his terminal illness. In order to rescue three trapped children, he risked his life and returned to the ruins, but unfortunately he died. Before he died, he kept asking how the children and teachers were doing.

Judging from Afu’s experience, he is not a person who aspires to greatness; his image is so ordinary that it is difficult to recognize him in a crowd, but he is a person who is willing to contribute to public welfare. A loving person in life. A person who does not seek greatness is noble, and a person who cares about the trapped children and teachers regardless of personal safety before his death is worthy of respect.

Because of this photo, I searched for reports about "Afu" on Baidu. Of course, these reports cannot bring "Afu" back to life. "Afu" left, I believe he left with relief, because the teachers and children he rescued survived, and he could go home with peace of mind.

I picked up the photo and pasted it on my face again and again, feeling a warmth surge through my body.

Raised his head, staring into "Afu's" anxious and longing eyes, tears couldn't help but fill his eyes...

The beginning and end of the brief review echo the topic very closely, and the causes and consequences are clearly layered. . The material selection is outdated.

Rating 49 points

Doctor’s version

Can’t help it

-Zhang Xicheng (Vascular Surgery Department, North Jiangsu Hospital)

< p>I remember when I first came to Yangzhou 3 years ago, I would often take my 7-year-old daughter for a walk in the city in my free time to get familiar with this beautiful city. My daughter has a very good habit. When she holds something like waste paper in her hand, she can't help but look around and only throws the waste in when she finds the trash can.

Since my home is not far from Wenchang Pavilion, I often take her to play in Times Square. The ground near the square is not very clean because there are many stalls selling snacks, especially in the evening and morning. Waste paper, plastic Bags and stuff were strewn all over the floor. But in such a big square, it is not easy to find the trash can. Sometimes my daughter can only find it by holding the waste paper around for a long time. I had no choice but to say to my daughter, well, it’s my daughter’s turn to be hygienic. You see, there are many children who really don’t care about hygiene.

Slowly, I found that my daughter was becoming less "stubborn". I consciously observed that the waste paper in her hand was thrown away casually several times. I would say, "Children are not allowed to litter," and she would say, "There is no trash can, so I couldn't help but throw it away."

One Sunday morning, I woke my daughter up early and said, "I'll take you to eat Fuchun steamed buns." "Okay." Unlike before, my daughter went to the restaurant very quickly when she heard about it. When we arrived near Times Square, I pointed to the sanitation workers who were picking up garbage with their heads down and said to my daughter: "Look, these uncles and aunts get up early. It's so hard!" My daughter said seriously: "The teacher said However, we want to create a civilized city and everyone must care for the environment!” “Yes, we can’t be unhygienic children.”

After returning home, my daughter and I made a small cloth bag and hung it next to the schoolbag. From now on, ask her to put waste paper in it every time and take it to the trash can in the community. What makes me happiest is that their class teacher told me not long ago that my daughter was launching the "Everyone Comes to Sanitation" campaign in her class. They were also planning to write a letter to the mayor, suggesting that more trash cans be added to public places. Let everyone develop a good habit of not throwing things away.

The brief selection of materials is small and has a strong sense of the times; the causes and consequences are clear at a glance; the description is specific and full of flesh and blood. It would be great if you could add "proud" to the question and pay attention to the questions.

Rating 48 points