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I just saw, it's too late.
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The beauty of life.
Jinan candidates. The beauty of life is the process of experience.
Inscription. Life is ordinary because we both have it. However, does the owner feel that this is a gift from heaven? Nature creates the product of life, and nature is fair, and she will not let anyone who has the luxury of expecting it to be given in vain, and her gifted life needs to be experienced.
One crisp summer morning, I was walking along a forest path when I suddenly noticed a cicada lying on a tree that had not yet molted its skin, chirping loudly on the straight trunk. I couldn't help but get closer and clearly see a new layer of shell beneath its old shell, which was the form of its metamorphosis of life. Gradually, its cry became louder, louder, and brighter, and the whole secluded path was enveloped in the breath of life by the song of this cicada.
I slowly approached it, and I could clearly see that there was a thin slit in the old shell on the back of the cicada, like a silky slit, which grew larger and larger as time went on second by second, 1 mm, 2 mm, 5 mm Suddenly, the cicada stopped chirping, and the path fell silent. The breeze blows lightly, accompanied by a coolness that has not been seen for a long time, and the cicadas squirm from side to side, trying to get rid of their old shells. Then, the crack was still too small, and the cicadas seemed to be overwhelmed.
I wanted to help it through the difficult and inescapable trials of life, but when my fingertips touched its tired body, it quickly retracted. No! I can't share what it should have done on its own, it's the experience of life, and I can't help it cheat on this exam!
So, for a long time, the cicada stood still in the tree, motionless. I think it gives up, gives up the answer, gives up the new life, gives up the beauty after the metamorphosis. However, just as this thought germinated in my mind, the cicada's renewed efforts completely rejected my idea.
I saw that it was vibrating its wings again and making sounds. The sound was louder than the previous ones, as if it had caused ripples in the calm puddles on the ground. I saw that it was trembling all over its body, and it was all red from the exertion.
It twitched all over, and its back had a new shell exposed. Then there was another silence ......A few minutes later, I was awakened by a slight "click" of falling. It worked!
It worked! It finally gave a satisfactory answer to the god of life.
The morning light swayed a piece of pure brilliance to the earth, and the transformed cicadas bathed in the sunlight and walked into another beautiful cycle of life.
Comments: The cicada metamorphosis means breaking with the past and bidding farewell to the old self; It means to shed the old shell of the soul and to attain nirvana in suffering. The topic of life is relatively grand and abstract, and it is especially easy to be superficial and pale for middle school students who are not yet familiar with the world.
This article can grasp it cleverly and accurately. The author not only has in-depth thinking about life, but also has a keen grasp of life, through a meticulous scanning of the process of cicada moulting, the bits and pieces of thinking are integrated into concrete and perceptible things, making the article vivid and substantial. "Big fuss and small work" is a basic technique for dealing with "big topics", and it is also the fundamental feature of this article.
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:.It is often necessary to solve the problems of life, cross the height of learning, meet opportunities and challenges, build a spiritual bridge, create a unique and innovative way, and appreciate the scenery of life"One step, one more step"unremitting efforts. One less step may fall short; One more step, and it may be a bright future.
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How much love can be restarted.
The evening breeze blows lightly in Penghu Bay, and the waves chase the beach ......On the beach in the middle of the night, there are two and a half ...... of footprints”
Today, three years later, I am looking at the entrance of the examination room with the peach that my mother stuffed into me when I was leaving, but I have never been able to find the familiar figure waiting for me.
I suddenly remembered that my grandmother had been gone for a long, long time.
I vaguely remember that my grandmother would play tricks and always pull out what I wanted from her arms, like sesame candy, broad beans, jelly, and most of all, peaches.
I love peaches, but I've never said thank you to my grandmother!
My mother said: "Qingqing, grandma has never been reluctant to eat peaches, she has left them for you to eat, and you will take good care of grandma in the future." At this time, I ran to my grandmother and said, "Grandma, you are old, I will support you!" Grandma smiled, her eyes filled with tears.
Later, when I went to junior high school, I faced a heavier academic load, and I went to my grandmother's house less and less, at most my grandmother came to my house a few times a few times. But as soon as I saw that I was doing my homework, I couldn't bear to disturb me, put down the peach and left.
When my grandmother was seriously ill, I was busy with the final exam, and when I rushed home with the certificate of "first place in the final exam", so many people surrounded my grandmother. The certificate in my hand suddenly fell to the ground. Mom picked up the certificate, took my hand and said
Grandma has been waiting for you! I knelt down in front of my grandmother's bed and called out to her softly. Grandma slowly pulled something out of her bosom, and it was - a bright red peach!
My grandmother laughed, but I cried, crying to tears. Grandma took my hand and slowly let go, letting my cries echo in the room, but never looked at the Qingqing she was reluctant to give up!
Today, I sat in the examination room with my mother's entrustment, my father's expectations, my teacher's blessing, and my grandmother's waiting. I'm sure I won't let them down.
Some things, missed are forever; Some people, once they turn around, it is a lifetime. Don't ignore any love, even if it's just a small peach, because after all, how much love can start over?
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Learn to swim in the sea.
In the full moonlight, I only take the clearest one; In the afterglow, I only have the warmest touch; Scorching red leaves, I only pick up the most beautiful one; In the long life, I only pick up the most important - perception.
In the full moonlight, I only take the clearest one; In the afterglow, I only have the warmest touch; Scorching red leaves, I only pick up the most beautiful one; In the long life, I only pick up the most important - perception.
The pleasant mood under the faint sky, there is a sweetness in my heart, I know, it is given to me by literature, I am looking for it behind Li Bai Dufu, "An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, making me unhappy." I pondered on the sandals of Su Shi and Yue Fei, "Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad." "I am accustomed to reveling in the pen and ink of the literati, as if that is the self.
I vaguely heard that the poet fairy Li Bai was singing with wine in the sky, and I couldn't help but feel sad for the woman who was looking at the window alone, just because she was thinner than Huanghua. Those words, those words, the flowers, grasses and trees in heaven and earth, or magnificent, or quiet and quiet; or the shape is smart, or the ...... is wonderfulSuddenly realized: what a colorful world it is, let me taste its rhyme, see its color, and understand its true meaning.
Swimming in the sea of learning, I was hungry and thirsty.
Li Zongsheng sang: "I come and go, hurry, busy for my own ideals." "I can always hear us arguing with our teachers over a topic in the quiet corridor of the schoolyard; I can always hear the huge campus and the sound of books.
In the early morning, we are greeted by the first rays of sunshine; In the evening, we are accompanied by the clear light of the bright moon. In the ocean of knowledge, I am a boat of suffering. Suddenly realized:
On the way to grow up, swimming in the sea of learning, I let my dreams fly.
On stage, a play is being staged. Suddenly, I found that I was no longer fascinated by the graceful figure of a dramatist, and I was no longer satisfied with the long and sonorous singing. The mind, in thought.
I pondered the words and deeds of the characters in the play; Thinking about the loyalty behind the lyrics, blood and tears are bitter. The black-faced Bao Gong angrily beheaded Chen Shimei and played a song of righteousness; The old Tang Xuanzong couldn't sleep alone, and sang a song "Wutong Rain" ......I followed the sadness and joy of the people in the play, and I thought about the warmth and coldness of people; I sighed melancholy along with the play and thought about the prosperity of the world. Suddenly realized:
That's a world, too. Drama is like life, there is no rehearsal in life, every day is live. Swimming in the sea of learning, I feel life.
The Tao is bright and clear, looking at the clouds and clouds, a feeling, written into the clouds.
The road is the sun and the moon, the flowers bloom and fall, a feeling, and the sea of flowers in life.
Looking out the window, the sky was clear.
Expert Comments: This article is characterized by beautiful sentences, and a set of comparisons at the beginning brings the reader into a quiet and warm realm, which is the most suitable for the theme of "perception". The author describes his situation of swimming in the sea of learning from the three aspects of hunger, flying dreams and understanding life, with a neat structure and smooth writing.
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Love and mechanics.
There is a scientist who has conducted in-depth research on mechanics and has achieved great success. Once, he completed an experiment and told his students the results of the experiment: "A 1 cubic centimeter glass ball, falling from a height of 10,000 meters, can penetrate a 1-meter-thick steel plate."
His students were incredible.
One day, the scientist was taking a nap at home. Suddenly, his wife woke him up in a hurry and said to him, "Oh no, something happened to our daughter."
Quick, quick, go to the roof! He jumped out of bed in a hurry, and without even putting on his shoes, he ran up to the roof. He saw their 6-year-old mentally handicapped daughter jumping happily on the edge of the roof, her hands still waving and her mouth screaming
I want to learn to fly, I want to learn to fly! I'll fly, I'll fly! He hurried over to pull his daughter.
Unexpectedly, his daughter said to him: "Don't come, you will affect me if you come!" I need a big open space to jump!
So, he hurried downstairs again, and stood downstairs, looking anxiously at his daughter. When his daughter saw her parents waiting downstairs, she happily jumped from the top of the 30-meter-high building. He immediately reached out to pick it up, but both of his legs were broken and he was unconscious.
Thankfully, his daughter survived.
Three days later, he woke up in the hospital, and his bed was full of his relatives, students, and people and journalists from all walks of life. After people expressed sympathy and comfort for him, the reporter asked: "What did you think of your heart the moment your daughter jumped off the building?"
You are an expert in mechanics, don't you know what the consequences are for catching someone who jumps from a height of 30 meters? He smiled at the reporter and replied, "When it comes to saving your daughter's life, there is only love, not mechanics." ”
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"Childhood".
If teenagers are ignorant, youth is unrestrained, and middle-aged is mature, then childhood is happy and carefree.
The time of childhood is so splendid, so innocent. Childhood memories are crying because of a popsicle, being coquettish to my mother because of a string of sugar gourds, the joy of playing with children, and the sadness of losing a beloved toy.
When I was a child, I was always so happy, sometimes I was happy because of my mother's comfort, I was happy because of a teacher's words of praise, I was happy because of my children's envy of me, and I was happy because I did my favorite games. The childhood self is so easy to satisfy, and now I know a sentence of childhood.
A word I don't know: contentment and happiness. Now that I think about it, it may have originated from the psychology of children.
When I was a child, I always liked to play, but the way to play was always very simple, throwing handkerchiefs, finding friends, cat and mouse, eagles catching chickens, ......These games, which are very boring in the eyes of adults, are endless fun in our eyes, and we will never get bored of doing them over and over again.
The naivety of childhood inevitably fools us, but after being deceived, we can sum up the lesson, and each time we are deceived we mature little by little, so we grow up. When I see children in childhood, but when I see them make the same mistakes as myself, when I see the games they play, I can always recall my own memory, so I want to laugh, and the corners of my mouth provoke a helpless smile for growing up.
I miss my childhood, I miss the carefree childhood, and I miss the bits and pieces of my childhood. I know that I won't go back to my childhood, but as long as I keep that heart that is easy to be happy, I won't lose my childhood, will I?
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