With the topic of choice , write an essay of about 300 words, thank you, dear, decided.

Churchill faced a dilemma.

At about 3 p.m. on November 14, 1940, Churchill received an urgent telegram. It turned out that British intelligence had intercepted a German secret telegram, and the contents of the decipherment surprised the big man: the Germans were going to bomb Coventry, an important city in central England, that night.

Coventry has a long history, with a large number of ancient buildings that the British are proud of, and it was also the first production center of the United Kingdom at that time. If you act now, you can minimize your losses. However, Churchill did not act immediately.

He understood that if he acted, he would undoubtedly tell the Germans that Britain had mastered the German ciphers. The Germans may have suspected that something was wrong with their password, so they used this operation to confirm it. Is it to retain the information advantage, or to keep Coventry?

After painful reflection, Churchill suppressed the secret message and did not take any precautions against Coventry. That night, Coventry was devastated by German planes, bleeding and leaving Coventry in ruins. At this time, Churchill locked himself in his room and smoked a cigar all night.

Perhaps we will blame Churchill for his disregard for people's lives, sacrificing tens of thousands of lives for the sake of the code. But history proved that his choice was correct, and at the critical moment, the Allies relied on the intelligence deciphered by the British to carry out accurate strikes on the German army. Churchill sacrificed some of the people for the safety of the majority of the people.

Wouldn't the people of Coventry be too innocent, some might say? The question is, who doesn't want to be perfect? When fate forces you to choose, which one do you choose? Or rather, which one would you give up?

In fact, most choices and abandonment are precisely between the dilemma, both of which are cherished by oneself, and one is reluctant to give up. But smart people know how to give up, because they know that what they want will get, and in the end they will not get anything. （

When my parents asked me, I decisively said "no", which allowed me to catch up with the most glorious class of our primary school and successfully admitted to the first middle school.

When I filled in the application for the high school entrance examination, I decisively chose to fight side by side with my friends, Kaotaksheng Campus. It turns out that many parents are not comfortable with their children losing their degrees.

When I was admitted to the English competition class with a high score, in the face of the English competition and the information competition, my parents and teachers took turns to persuade me, but I still chose the unpopular information competition, because I knew that my choice must be what I liked.

Even though the members of the information contest class quit one by one, I will never give up and win the first prize of the competition. Now the information is about to race, and there is a class at 6:00 every day, and there is a race against time to eat and shower.

My parents asked me: Are you tired? I said tired.

They asked me, do you want to give up? I replied, "I won't give up!"

I gave up some things for my choice, put in some sweat, and gained some joy, of course, it is better to have some grades, get some rewards, learn some knowledge, and add some luster to my growth.

Because I know, I like him, so I choose it.

I want to have a big life, I want to be who I want to be, I want to choose what I like, even if many people don't. I hope that my youth can take responsibility, take my choices, bear the risks, the toil, the failures, the tears, because I believe that it will eventually bring me harvest and happiness.

Because I like him, I go and choose it, and because I choose it, I will love it.

Choose to be strong. The day is gradually getting warmer, the apricot blossoms are blooming, and the pear blossoms are also blooming on the branches. Walking out of the house in the afternoon, the tall aspen is neatly lined up on both sides of the road, and the straight body seems to be a stubborn character.

The grass at the foot of the tree also poked its head out from under the stones, following the stubbornness of the tree.

As I walked to the leisure plaza, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a small red ant. It was wounded, one leg was lame for some reason, and it was desperately trying to do something, but it couldn't. I gently held the little ant in the palm of my hand, and the criss-crossing palm prints disoriented it.

The warm sunlight shrouded the earth, and the warm air currents led me to transform into the little ant.

When the stinging meter of sunlight shone on the earth, the little red ant felt the warmth, stretched its waist, moved its muscles and bones to relax all winter, and then kicked open the stones at the hole with its front feet.

Spring is back to the earth! The little red ant is destined to be a worker ant from birth, so it has never skimped on its strength. Fragrant grains of rice, dry branches and leaves, dead insects, etc., it was once carried home alone.

Now it will not enjoy the soothing of the sun alone, it and its partners have shown their industrious nature, and they have worked in groups.

The little red ant walked forward by the scent left behind by its companions, a rule that was all too familiar to it. For no reason, it was unprepared, but when it crossed the small rock, it changed its direction and inadvertently changed the trajectory of its life.

When it realizes that it is lost, the fear makes it fluster, and it feels the cold autumn even though it is spring. It suddenly missed every ordinary and ordinary day in the past. It looked into the distance with a slight abruptness.

Its heart is like a kite with a broken string, and it has been in a daze for a long time. At its most frustrated, it was relentlessly attacked by black ants and inflicted limb damage.

The bits and pieces of the past seeped into his mind little by little, and the little ant remembered those friends who had traveled with him but left. The days of faltering, fortunately with him, no longer afraid of the field without road signs; On melancholy days, there are always flowers on his desk, so I believe that the sunshine is always after the wind and rain.

The past is like the wind, the world is green, I gently put the little ant on the ground, although it is already scarred, but it will not give up looking for its own world. Little ant, little ant, do you see, the poplar tree is still standing straight, and the little grass can also find space for development from the skull. Please don't give up this strength, choose to be strong and choose life, and choose to be strong to choose life.

The right to choose is very important in everyone's heart, and with the right, you can choose what you like. You must know that it is impossible for you to choose everything in the world, and if you choose one of them, you have to give up the other. So the choice is actually a pain.

When I was a child, I had the right to choose, and the things I chose were nothing more than happiness and trouble, and I chose to be happy like everyone else, leaving my worries behind. A person's life cannot only have happy things, but also troubles. If you want to run away from it, you will never be able to escape it, because troubles are all around you.

The only way is to choose the troubles, and then use your wisdom to solve the problems, and the first second after solving the troubles is the beginning of the road to happiness.

Now I am also a follower of choice, but the choice is not as simple as childhood. If you want to learn to choose, you should first learn to give up. If I accidentally choose the wrong one, I will not hurt myself, but also my friends.

So, I don't like the choice when I grow up, and if I have to choose, then I'd rather let the choice choose me, and then use my will to fight with the choice.

Choosing or being chosenWhich do you choose?

My choice If I could pick up a handful of moonshine, I would choose the softest; If I can pick the red leaves of Xiangshan, I choose the most showy; If I could pluck the stars, I would choose the brightest. You may say that my choice is not the best, but my choice, I believe.

Between Yu Boya and Jay Chou, I chose "Mountains and Flowing Water", because the melody is better than all impetuous fashion; Between Li Bai and F4, I chose "Shu Dao Difficult", the bold imagination and romantic colors are enough to resist all boring vulgarity. You may say that my choice is too old-fashioned, but my choice, I believe.

I like to surf the web, but refuse to communicate online because only face-to-face can hearts meet; The speech was successful, and I chose a confident smile over a hypocritical calm; When the game failed, I chose to cry to the fullest instead of pretending not to care, "failure is the mother of success". You may say that my choices are not subtle enough, but I like to be straightforward, and sincerity is in my nature.

When I meet someone in distress in the mountains, I will definitely choose to lend a helping hand; When I meet a thirsty man in the desert, I will definitely choose to give up the last drop of water; In the face of money, fame and national interests, I told myself: always Chinese; Between justice and life, I tell myself that morality and integrity are the soul of life. You may say that my choice was not wise, but my choice, for no reason, was a choice made by my heart, and I could not betray my heart.

Between the moon before the flower and the hard study, I chose the journey of seeking knowledge, which was full of hardships and ups and downs; Between going out to play and boating on the sea, I chose to move towards the "ivory tower" in my heart. I always tell myself: it can be an eagle or a snail that can climb the "ivory tower".

If God condemns me not to be an eagle, I will also be a little snail and move towards my goal.