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Ask for an essay for the third year of junior high school, the content is not limited, and the narrative essay is about 600 words.
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Be realistic, be genuine, preferably original, or something few people know about.
Thank you, I'll give points.
Question addendum: I just handed in my homework to the teacher, and I didn't mean anything.
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Try again.
If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, no one can succeed casually, can they?
I have been a good student since I was a child, and I have always been proud of my name as the first one on the "three good students" bulletin board every year. But when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, my name was not seen on the red list, and I fell off the list because my sports grades did not meet the standard. So, I turned my frustration into motivation and made up my mind to make sure that my sports were up to standard.
My good friend learned from my teacher that I was mainly failing the solid ball and did not meet the physical education standard, so she lent me her newly bought solid ball and asked me to exercise more when I had free time at home.
Since then, my mother has accompanied me to the open space in front of the door every evening to practice throwing solid balls. As soon as I practiced, I kept throwing the ball, and my mother kept picking up the ball and passing it to me, I was sweating profusely, and my mother was even more exhausted. It was the height of summer, and the temperature was so high that I couldn't tell the truth.
I practiced day after day, but my solid ball still didn't reach the target line, and I barely made any progress. I started to get discouraged and was about to give up. It was the seventh evening, and my mother and I were in the clearing, but I no longer had the same excitement as before
Mom came here every day for me to suffer, but my grades didn't improve a bit, it seems that my sports grades are destined not to meet the standard, forget it, or tell my mother, I don't practice! At this moment, my mother seemed to see through my thoughts, put the ball on the ground, patted me on the head and said, "Do you know how many experiments Edison did to find suitable materials for making filaments?
More than 1000 times. More than 1000 times. That's a big number!
But the lovely Dickon persevered, imagining that if he had given up on the 1,000th time, would he still have found tungsten? No, definitely not, so it's this belief that he keeps "trying again" that makes him brilliant, you know? ”
Yes, I only practiced for a few days and wanted to give up, how could I succeed? No, anyway, I'll have to try again.
Finally, I persevered with the determination to "try again", and on the eleventh evening, my solid ball finally broke through the 5 6 meters mark, and my sports score was finally up to the mark. When I was in fifth grade, when I saw my name reappear at the top of the red list, I finally understood that "try again" is the secret to success!
No matter what the outcome is, we should not give up easily, maybe you are only one step away from success, but if at this point, you choose to give up, you will be past success forever. Trust me, try again, success beckons you just around the corner.
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1, I want to catch you, time, but will the old man of time allow it? I don't think so, the same time has been wasted on me, I, I'm not doing anything, just sitting at the computer desk all the time. I want to cry, but tears don't flick.
The helplessness in my heart crept up in my heart, and I only lowered my head and thought deeply.
You, time, are so sad and weeping, and you are happy and sorrowful. The white-haired pale recalls the past, only to realize that the young man wasted his time, regretted it when he was old, and hated not at the beginning. Therefore, as long as I work hard in the coming days, and use time to prove everything and prove my ability, I will finally achieve something and not bear the infamy.
I don't know if sweeping the tomb is a waste of time, but I know that the helpless melancholy in my heart has begun, dangling in the mountains, feeling happy, and time is flying by. Didn't you say it clearly in the rush article? When washing your face, the days go through the basin.
I can't understand the joys and sorrows of this world. I also know that I don't have this ability.
The wind keeps blowing my face, moistening my heart, washing my soul, cleaning my body, I can pursue my ideals, but time is still flying, flying, flying, my heart, mourning.
You, I, only recall the days when we got along, I will cherish you, time, you, but I wasted it!! Well, come on! In the future, I will go to the next level in my reading career, so that my heart will be faster!
2 This year, the winter is very cold, and the snowflakes are flying. The heart is cold, like a snowflake, painful, cold as frost.
La Niña happens frequently, and the south, isn't it the same as the north? Ice and snow, northern scenery. And my heart is so lonely.
Painful questioning, what are you pursuing in life? And I, what am I after? Scores, is that the goal?
No, no, I'm not looking for scores, I'm looking for the process.
Although the score was lost, although there was no first place, my dream remained the same, and the belief in my heart remained the same. I will persevere, I will work hard, I will persevere. Under the sun, chase the sun; Through thick and thin, overcoming obstacles.
Even if it really comes to that day, I believe that dreams will guide me to the road of happiness in life, and I hope that I will be my sail and be willing to sail to the other side of success.
This year, the wind and rain, the snow and the dew, and the snow, are adopted in the new year.
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In the past, I was curious about this question. When I was seven years old, one day, when I was playing on the grass in the suburbs, I noticed a large group of small ants walking in a long line towards a small hole, and each of them had something like little sand on its body, and I thought to myself: What are these little sand grains?
My mind was full of question marks, and I went to my father out of curiosity and asked, "Dad, why do the little ants walk in a long line to the entrance of the small hole?" Every little ant has something like a grain of sand on its body?
Later, my father told me: "That's because every time the little ants encounter a stuffy situation, they will tell the "ant colony", and when the ant colony learns about this situation, they will move immediately, and the weather is hot and humid, and it will rain heavily the next day, and the little ants will find a small hole to shelter from the wind and rain, and they will move because their previous house will be damp, so they have to move." The little grains of sand on the little ants are the food of the little ants.
Oh! That's when I realized! I have one more small question, and that is:
Why can ants rain until the next day? Dad said, "Ants are the same as us humans, they also feel stuffy, so when ants feel stuffy, it will rain the next day."
I learned another truth. I also heard my dad say, "If people see ants moving, it will rain heavily tomorrow."
This also confirms the proverb, that is: ants move snake aisles, and there will be heavy rain tomorrow! "I know it's going to rain heavily tomorrow, so I wonder why it's so magical.
I remembered another sentence: I don't know what absolute truth is, but I am humble about my ignorance. I didn't know that little ants could help people so much, and I believed in another saying, and that is:
When they awakened, they said to me, "You and the world you live in are nothing but a grain of sand on the boundless shore of the boundless ocean. "In a dream I said to them:
I am the boundless ocean, and the world is but a grain of sand on my sandy shore. I also want to tell the ants, "You are not the youngest.
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