In 2009, all provinces got full marks in the senior high school entrance examination.
Life is not over.
Actually, my uncle is not related. He and my mother share the same surname and are contemporaries. He is the third in the family, so my mother asked me to call him uncle.
When he first came to work in Beijing, his home became his foothold. The first time I saw him was on holiday, and I was particularly impressed. Although he is in his fifties and tall, he is peaceful, bright-eyed and well-dressed, which is out of tune. However, the smell of sweat, mud or train carriages from his dark and yellow skin really discouraged me. Because of face, and listening to my mother say that he took care of my grandfather when he was in his hometown, I went to the living room to say hello and hurried back to the bedroom. I didn't call him uncle, I just smiled.
In the bedroom, I can still hear him talking loudly with his father. Actually, it's nothing. It is nothing more than the mechanization of farmland cultivation. I can't help but want to find something to do in the city. You can do anything by yourself and report yourself as a bear. Because my voice is very loud, my voice reverberates throughout the house, so I have to speak loudly to describe it.
When we had lunch together, he was still talking about how beautiful the countryside is now, and he sincerely invited my parents and me to have time to play in the countryside. I thought to myself: Why did the countryside come to the city? At dinner, I heard him call mom and dad "brother-in-law" and "sister" respectively. I was puzzled and asked my mother in a low voice before I realized that he was less than forty years old. A little unexpected.
But also from his words, he has a daughter about my age, who is also studying in her hometown, and her grades are very good. His joy can also be seen in the conversation. Say hello to other girls in front of me. Naturally, I was not in the mood to listen, so I didn't say a few words. After eating, I hurried back to my dormitory.
When he went out in the afternoon, he found a job in a construction site. Father advised him to think more. He lives in my house first, and he is not in a hurry to go to work. He refused, saying that the job was ok, and he could do it, and it was 1000 yuan a month! In the evening, he took his bedclothes to the construction site, and his mother told him to stay at home. He smiled a simple and honest smile and said that he was dirty and had a better life on the construction site. My mother thinks he is a stranger, but after listening to it, I think he is very frank and honest.
It's settled like this. I really haven't seen him for a month.
Look at him again. He just brought a lot of gifts, dressed in fresh clothes, his hair and beard had just been cut, and he seemed to have just been soaked in soap, and he still smelled of soap. One of my gifts was an mp3 player, which surprised me a little. He explained it and showed me an identical one, saying that the daughter in the country would definitely like it. Now the children in the city are popular, so he bought two, one for me and one for home. I don't know what to say. Although I already have one, it is a gift from someone else. Of course I accepted it happily, and he was very happy. My parents have to say thank you to him again and again for me. However, I didn't expect that he worked twelve hours a day and earned one thousand yuan a month. This was thought of later, but it was too late.
Because as soon as school started, I forgot him. Although I listened to mp3, I only remembered the melody inside, but I didn't realize the blood, sweat and sincerity of my uncle in his melody!
We all went to his construction site yesterday, but we said goodbye to him, but we never saw him for the last time, because his-my uncle's face was blurred beyond recognition. My third uncle who worked overtime fell from the tower crane on the construction site, which made my heart ache abnormally, and so did my unknown cousin's heart, because the mp3 player he gave me has been hanging in my heart.
I am afraid that he will never hear my uncle's voice again, but I believe he will live in my heart completely, and his "life is not over"!
In 2009, the full mark composition topic of Beijing senior high school entrance examination: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is not over.
Missing is not over.
The more I feel its preciousness, the more I often miss it, just like my life in an alley.
In the past, my family lived in a small alley. There are many homes in the alley, and each one is very close. At that time, I even felt a little disgusted with the crowded and noisy life, but now it is what I miss the most.
In the morning, whenever I am still dating the daughter of Duke Zhou, I will be woken up by the early risers in the back row. Brother, go out so early! ""well, yes, you get up early, too. What are you doing? " "I have nothing to do here, get out! "In this way, you can hear it dozens of times in the morning.
I wanted to take a nap at noon to make up for the loss in the morning, but just lying down, the people in the back row had another tea party and had a good chat. From Zhang Si to the president, nothing was impossible for them to talk about.
At night, even if you are already asleep, you can suddenly be woken up loudly. Maybe it's just because I don't know whose clothes I forgot to take. Kind people are always annoying.
Half a year ago, we moved to a completely strange environment, and no one knew us. Without those annoying noises, we naturally don't have to say hello. Two weeks later, we felt very beautiful.
However, my heart suddenly felt empty, and I suddenly recalled some things before. Seriously, some sounds are even more precious once they are missing.
For example, if someone's electricity meter is running out of money, it will knock on the window more than once to remind you that it is running out of money and urge you to buy electricity quickly. This kind of sound is so precious to me who suddenly has no time to save documents because of power failure.
Every time a family cooks food, the whole yard smells of incense. Of course, it is inevitable that there will be one chopstick in the east and one chopstick in the west. What's more, your family will generously teach you how to cook until they are sure that you can also have this unique cooking skill. This kind of nagging is so precious to an insatiable family like me.
That day, walking on the road, suddenly, I met an old neighbor and exchanged a few pleasantries, which made me miss my old place and life there more.
In fact, nostalgia is also a yearning. Really, no matter where we go, we should create this harmonious life of love!
In 2009, the full mark composition topic of Beijing senior high school entrance examination: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is not over.
The exam is not over yet.
This is a six-star kindergarten, and the position of director has been coveted by many people for a long time. This open recruitment has nearly 100 applicants. After four rounds of examination and elimination, only Xiaoying and Xiaobai are left.
The final exam is an impromptu speech entitled "If I were the principal". This is exactly what Xiaoying wants. Xiaoying, who is beautiful, often hosted cultural programs and gave speeches on stage in college. Isn't that a tiger eating bean sprouts-a piece of cake? Small white people are quiet and don't like publicity, but since they won this point, it is estimated that they will not give up easily. Everyone is waiting to see this wonderful PK battle.
It's time for the show.
According to the order of drawing lots, Xiaoying took the stage first. Really extraordinary! The lively speech conquered all the audience at the scene, and everyone responded with a flood of applause. It's Xiao Bai's turn to play. Although her voice was not as clear as Xiaoying's, her content was clear and her attitude was tepid, and she also received warm applause. The five judges on the stage began to whisper and looked a little embarrassed.
Finally, the score was announced, Xiaoying won by one point, and thunderous applause rang out again at the scene.
Two contestants walked out of the examination room before and after, huh? Whose child is crying in the corridor? Xiaoying forgot to stay and hurried around. She must tell her boyfriend the news of victory at once. Damn it, aren't you here to cheer for yourself today? I said I had a bad heart and I was afraid I couldn't stand the stimulation at the scene. Xiaobai squatted down and asked patiently while taking out a paper towel to wipe the child's nose.
Xiaoying walked to the door of the hall and was turned back by the staff at the door. Xiaoying is thinking, is there any procedure to go through? She was greeted by the oldest judge teacher with a kind smile: "Girl, the exam is not over yet." The teacher pointed to the child who stopped crying in Xiaobai's arms. "The last question is there. It's a pity that you failed this question. " The teacher paused and then said, "A person who lacks love can't be a kindergarten director. This kind of love is not an external rhetoric, but a natural outpouring from the heart. I regret to tell you that today's winner is Xiao Bai. "
"What? The exam is not over yet! " Xiaoying grew up in surprise. Then, I took out a small paper towel and began to wipe my tears.
In 2009, the full mark composition topic of Beijing senior high school entrance examination: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is not over.
Life is not over.
The evergreen tree of thought
19361October 19 at 5: 25 in the morning, a great soul stopped thinking in the apartment of Shanghai mainland new village and closed his eyes forever. However-more than 70 years later, his voice and smile still appear in front of people, who are bathed in the brilliance of his thoughts all the time and will never feel his existence.
He fought all his life, using a pen as a gun and tirelessly challenging the old forces; He is willing to be a willing ox and always cares for young people selflessly. When people read his works, they are often horrified, because they can often find their own shadows in the characters in his works. It questions people's conscience like a whip, "as if to squeeze out the little things hidden under the fur robe", which makes people feel ashamed and urges them to turn over a new leaf.
The poet praised him for "someone died and he is still alive"; In the hearts of the broad masses of the people, he represents soul of china!
He is Lu Xun.
A meteor of science
He is a billionaire and an outstanding inventor. He devoted his whole life to the cause of human science, and only obtained 255 kinds of patents, and left a will behind him, dedicating all his property to the cause of science in return for future generations.
Therefore, every year in 65438+February 10, a simple and grand award ceremony will be held in Stockholm, Sweden, to reward those who have made great contributions to human physics, chemistry, medicine, literature and peace in the world in the past year, and the bonus amount is very rich.
He is a Nobel Prize.
Unknown donor
He is an ordinary little boy, and people have long forgotten his name.
At the age of twelve, he was unfortunately terminally ill and died soon. However, on his deathbed, he offered to donate his cornea to patients in need. "So I can see you all the time, Mom," he persuaded Mom.
Mother agreed to his request with tears in her eyes.
The little boy left peacefully, but a lucky man saw the light again.
There is no distinction between high and low in life. They interpret immortal legends in their own different ways.
Comments:
The author selects three representative figures and their touching stories-writers and scientists; There are China and foreign countries; Famous and ordinary-from which I summed up my own point of view: "There is no distinction between high and low in life, but they have interpreted immortal legends in their own different ways", and at the same time, they have taken care of the topic. What is commendable is not only the author's proper choice of materials, but also his mastery of materials, such as exact time and quotation of figures, which shows that the author has made solid efforts in his usual accumulation.
In 2009, the full mark composition topic of Beijing senior high school entrance examination: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is not over.
The practice is not over yet.
After eighty-one difficulties, the Tang Priest and his disciples finally got back the true scripture and made it a positive result. After returning to Chang 'an, the emperor gave them a welcome and a reward. Unexpectedly, there was an argument at the celebration dinner, because everyone wanted to get ahead.
The Monkey King's face is redder than his ass. He took a golden hoop from his ears and eyes, shook it for three feet, and poked it into the ground. He said anxiously, "I just want to ask, who has made great contributions to the evil spirits along the way!" " A gesture of giving up on yourself.
Pig Bajie quickly chewed a few mouthfuls, swallowed the delicious food in his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "My old pig ventured to explore the road, didn't he work hard without credit?" Besides, which one of you hasn't eaten my vegetarian dishes? Do things without conscience! "
The sand monk never likes to talk much. He went to the middle, silently took off his coat, revealing the thick calluses on his shoulders-actions speak louder than words.
The three men looked at the Tang Priest in unison: "Master, be fair!"
With his eyes closed, Tang Priest didn't seem to hear all the noise just now. He just kept twisting his rosary. After a long time, he said slowly, "Disciples, don't argue. The success of learning from the classics is the credit of my leadership! "
Hearing this, the Monkey King jumped up from his seat and shook the chandelier on his head.
Hearing this, Pig vomited the delicious food he had just eaten into his mouth to the ground: "Bah! There is a fly ... "
Hearing this, the sand monk was livid, slowly put on his coat and sat there without saying a word.
The hall became silent for a while, and the four people looked at me and I looked at you, all of them turned into black-eyed chickens. Only Bai, who was tied in front of the door, kept snoring and scratched the ground with his hoof. The banquet seems to have turned into a memorial service.
The emperor drank a glass of wine alone, but another filled it, then laughed and turned himself into the original appearance, but the result was the incarnation of Buddha.
"Just a test for you, it is already the eighty-second difficult. When you face difficulties, you can stand together like an enemy and go forward bravely. Why fight for such a small honor? It seems that the practice is not over, and it will never end. You still need to work hard! " Go ahead, fly away.
The four of them stayed there at once, all ashamed.
In 2009, Tianjin senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition, with the subtitle "A letter to a sweet classmate".
Examination demonstration
In contemporary society, people's mental stress has generally increased. According to a recent survey conducted by Sina.com and People's Forum.com, 70.8% of the respondents think that "their work and life are very tight", and primary and secondary school students are no exception. A newspaper recently received a letter of help from "Sweet" classmates. The main contents of this letter are as follows:
I am a girl, with good grades in primary school, lively and cheerful, and like painting. After entering junior high school, the study pressure increases and the grades drop sharply. I can't concentrate at the beginning of class, either thinking or dozing off, and rarely hand in my homework. I know it's not good, but I can't help myself. Later, when I thought of coming to school, I was nervous and depressed. I have a headache as soon as I see a book. I don't think I can learn, so I hate learning and everything at school. I want to give up my studies, but I'm afraid my parents will be sad. Very contradictory!
Sweets felt helpless and miserable. Do you or your classmates have similar experiences and feelings during your study? What do you think of stress and frustration? Please write a composition to convince Tian Tian according to the following requirements.
Requirements: ① Self-made topic, subtitled "A Letter to Sweet Students". Please communicate with her sincerely, not in vain, but in connection with real life and your own experience. No less than 600 words. (4) Pay attention to the format of the letter, use "a classmate who cares about you" as the signature, and don't appear the names of people, schools and places related to you.
Full score composition 1:
I want to wander.
-a letter to sweet classmate.
Sweet classmate:
Hello! When I read your letter, my first feeling was "I found a partner, a partner who dared to let me speak my mind"! These words can't be said to mom and dad, because they don't understand, of course you can understand. ...
I want to wander, not to escape, but to expect; I want to wander, not fantasy, but pursuit.
Wearing shabby jeans, riding a thin horse and holding an old guitar. No direction, no goal, yes.
It's just a feeling of a prodigal son, a different personality and a faint rebellion.
In the jungle of reinforced concrete, there is a lonely new human living in a developed society. Competition, challenges and elites are endlessly echoing in your ears. Only look at scores, not friendship, only look at rankings, not sincerity ... I want to wander and let the unpleasant past go with the wind. In the dialogue with nature, I will be myself.
Who said that "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow"? Have you noticed that a few days before the exam, no matter how much I used to laugh and look down on everything, I was studying hard and grinding the unpleasant shiny "old gun". The ranking after the exam divides people into three, six and nine grades. This sadness can't be expressed in words. I want to wander, not worry about success or failure, and find a rare happiness.
I want to go to the Sahara desert. Let the long yellow sand isolate the hustle and bustle of the city, look at the ancient civilization far away from the modern city, climb the mysterious pyramid, and guard this boundless emptiness. Listen to an old legend and let the tide surge again.
I want to go to Amazon. Let the rain forest cover up troubles and sorrows, enjoy the primitive tranquility and see the beautiful and terrible piranha. Everything you once dreamed of can be realized now.
I want to climb Mount Everest. Breathe the air at an altitude of 8848 meters and touch the snow that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
In the tramp's dictionary, there is no loneliness, no loneliness. I can think of everything, but I can't think of anything. You can lie on the sand table and watch the rising sun and the setting sun, and you can run wildly in the dark wilderness. There is no need to suppress your feelings. I can't express my joy at venting everything in the sky. Nature will always be your most loyal friend.
In the eyes of vagrants, the sky is always blue, the sea is always green and the grass is always green.
I want to wander, there are not many reasons, just a mood.
Sweet classmate, can you go with me? I look forward to hearing from you.
A classmate who cares about you
June 2009 15
In 2009, Tianjin senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition, with the subtitle "A letter to a sweet classmate".
Full score composition 2:
Pain is also a fortune.
-a letter to sweet classmate.
Sweet classmate:
Hello! As a peer, I understand your mood and situation, but as a challenger of life, I must give you a piece of advice: cherish your pain, he is your wealth tomorrow.
Seeds sprout in pain, babies give birth in pain, and eagles spread their wings in pain. Without pain, the sunset is like blood, how can there be a beautiful morning glow in generate? Without painful training, athletes will not be happy to get on the podium; Without a painful trek, climbers will not feel the joy of planting red flags on Mount Everest!
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Only through painful tempering can the spark of life shine. Sweet classmate, pain is really a fortune in life! It depends on whether you have a goal or not.
When Beethoven was deaf in both ears, who could imagine that he composed the Symphony of Joy and stood on the stage to conduct the band himself? But Beethoven did it, because he didn't lose confidence in life. He regards pain as a fortune and uses it to compose the music of life. Who can believe that a blind man who can't see the light wrote "Three Days of Light" that moved the discerning person? But what about Helen? Keller did it because she didn't lose her passion for life. She regarded pain as wealth, and felt the light with her hands and body with her heart, before she wrote the world-famous "If you give me three days of light".
Joy is not the best relief in life, and pain is not the biggest loss in life. There will always be pain and unhappiness in life. In fact, losers dare to be defeated by their own frustration, numbness and helplessness. This is not a physical failure, but a spiritual failure. Adjust your mentality, take the score lightly, and contribute the highlights of your painting to the blackboard newspaper in the class, so that everyone likes your cheerfulness and liveliness. In an intimate atmosphere, you will feel that the school is like a home, and no one can live without anyone. There are many ways to become a talent, so that parents' expectations can be reversed slowly with your value display, so that you can finish your studies happily and reap the fruits of growth.
Think of pain as a fortune and store it in your inner bank, and you are a rich man in spirit.
Wish you happiness and worry-free!
A classmate who cares about you
June 2009 15
In 2009, Tianjin senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition, with the subtitle "A letter to a sweet classmate".
Full score composition 3:
Thank your opponent.
-a letter to sweet classmate.
Sweet classmate:
Hello! Your letter is about me, and I expressed my struggle more violently than you. But when I rearranged that mood, I found myself biased and frustrated because I didn't understand the value of my opponents around me.
From small to large, we are all running to catch up with our opponents, unwilling to lag behind; In life, we care about ranking and value evaluation in order not to let our opponents say that you are an armchair strategist. Such a chasing and stormy life has become the reason for our joys and sorrows-the pressure of competition.
It is precisely because of the opponent that our life will not be as dull as boiled water, but will become colorful. Because of the opponent, we will not be as weak and thin as cultivated flowers, but will become stronger and stronger. It is precisely because of our opponents that we can enjoy real happiness and recognize our true selves; It is precisely because of the opponent that the picture of life will be colorful and the strings of life will play a cheerful movement.
Dear sweet classmate, I want to tell you:
Because there are winners and losers in the competition, and there are ups and downs. If you treat your opponent as a friend, your heart will open. You dare to chase, and if you fail, chase; And if you succeed, you will work hard for the next time. With your opponent, you dare to go on, even if there are many thorns. Failure has cultivated your endurance, and difficulties have honed your willpower. Opponents will let you learn to ride the wind and waves without fear. Opponents will force you to accept the baptism of the storm more and more bravely. "Let the storm come more violently" will be your voice, because you have to temper yourself.
Don't run away from your opponent and don't blame your opponent. Open your broad mind and say kindly: Thank you, my opponent!
If you avoid your opponent, you will lose a chance to try. Without the courage to take risks, you will never have a brilliant life. If you blame your opponent, you will be narrow-minded Without an inclusive mind, there will never be brilliant success. Life will become braver and braver only when you face all your opponents with a smile.
On the journey of growing up, opponents are peers, challengers and motivators.
Sweet classmate, thank your opponent. Without an opponent, you will lose a lot of wonderful life.
A classmate who cares about you
June 2009 15
In 2009, Tianjin senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition, with the subtitle "A letter to a sweet classmate".
Full score composition 4:
Be a happy discoverer
-a letter to sweet classmate.
Sweet classmate:
Hello! Have you heard such a story:
A painter, determined to draw the most beautiful picture in the world, has been running around for many years and traveled to countless places, but he has never found the material he is satisfied with. Finally, one day, he felt tired and thought of home and his elderly mother. He immediately packed his bags and hurried home. Just as he climbed the familiar hillside, he was shocked by the sight before him: his mother leaned under the buttonwood tree at the entrance of the village and looked into the distance. The afterglow of the sunset filled his whole body, like a sculpture, and the firebird in the tree accompanied her. The painter finally found that beauty is around him.
The same is true of growth. Youth, wisdom and even life are endless sighs for life, but you need to look for fun with your heart. Otherwise, I always feel that the sun is not shining on me.
Newton who was hit by an apple; Paul who intends to end himself with a gun; Zhang Haidi who swallowed a lot of sleeping pills-they are both survivors of suffering and discoverers of happiness: Newton discovered the gravity of the earth; Paul found the value of existence before pulling the trigger, and created his masterpiece How Steel was Tempered. After discovering the dawn of life, Zhang Haidi breathed again and taught himself six languages and medicine.
The years of junior high school are a bit boring, and the days of study will sacrifice many pursuits. When you find the wrinkles around your parents' eyes; Grass sprouts by the river, and the lighthouse shines in the sea; Although it is not earth-shattering, it is warm and lovely. At this moment, happiness will ripple in your heart.
Happiness is everywhere, the key is whether you can find it or not. The happiness of the rich lies in business negotiations, rising stocks and land appreciation. The happiness of the poor lies in the safety of their families, the health of their children and the happiness of their lives. The happiness of the old man lies in playing chess skillfully, having fun at the theatre and being filial to his children. Children's happiness lies in teachers' praise, funny cartoons and going to KFC for dinner.
Oh, tell you a secret, remember this brand-"Pepsi-Cola", and you will be a happy discoverer.
A classmate who cares about you
June 2009 15
Mark simple approval
"Be a happy discoverer", the author believes that this "sweet" state is due to the failure to find one's own happiness and lack of discovery. So the author faces the problem of "sweetness" in a guiding way. Everyone likes to listen to stories, especially stories with profound charm can inspire people and make them feel stories and reality. This is how the author guided him. The expression outlined in the story is full, so how can he be unconvinced? The example of the main part is more powerful, and there is no room for doubt and negation. This pre-emptive brushwork is worthy of appreciation and reference by candidates.
In 2009, Tianjin senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition, with the subtitle "A letter to a sweet classmate".
Full score composition 5:
When you wake up, welcome the morning sun.
-a letter to sweet classmate.
Sweet classmate:
Hello! I am a poor student, and I am not qualified to talk about my experience. I just want to talk to you about my distress here. Do you mind?
I don't know why, entering the third grade is like being alone in a dream. The whole third grade is like a runway, with the opposite end. Everyone else is striding and can't move anything. I can only watch others run farther and farther, so unpredictable.
Suddenly I found myself very empty: computers and martial arts novels filled my heart like opium, and I couldn't extricate myself. They waste my precious time, and I find that homework problems are getting harder and harder to do: English is as difficult as a book, mathematics seems to be in a maze, and the school gate of physics … High school is slowly closing to me. In my dream, the door that exudes a kind of knowledge is tightly closed and my heart is broken.
I want to wake up from this dream and get rid of this emptiness, like Pangu holding a giant axe to split the turbid water in two. But I found that I have no strength: I can't do my homework if I want to break my head, and novels and computers haunt me like poisonous snakes. There is no way to get rid of them, only to watch the time flow, from the fingers playing computer, from the nose reading novels.
Dad often tells me that the third grade is a hard year, and it will be easy to get into a good high school this year. And I often use the phrase "I became famous after ten years of cold window" to motivate me. But I was entangled in games and chivalrous men, unable to move, and my brain was eroded by them. I have to live like a walking corpse.
This is my third day-a nightmare. I can only hope that I can wake up early in my dream, get rid of the empty life and find my true self.
Maybe we haven't enjoyed life yet, so we shouldn't escape the struggle so early; Maybe there are too many temptations outside the classroom, and our will is too weak to grasp the key to growth; Perhaps parents are too eager to see their children become successful and their daughters become successful, so we are not allowed to have the slightest deviation. ...
I want to convince myself that I want to wake up from my dream and watch the rising sun with my classmates, because we are all newborn suns.
Sweet classmate, thank you for giving me this opportunity.
A classmate who cares about you
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