Chinese composition no longer has the same old me

The 2013 high school entrance examination has ended, this year's Sichuan Chengdu high school entrance examination language composition topic is "no more", the following is the 2013 Sichuan Chengdu high school entrance examination full score essay 3, next year to take the high school entrance examination students can come together to appreciate and learn it. The specific requirements for the 2013 Sichuan Chengdu High School Entrance Examination essay questions are as follows:"When my mother asked me to go back for dinner, there was a big bowl of cooked monk beans on the table, which my father-in-law had given to my mother and me.

I heard that he also praised my mother very much, saying, "I have knowledge at a young age, and I will definitely win the top prize in the future." Auntie, your blessing is that you can write a package ticket. "But I ate the beans, and they weren't as good as the beans I had last night.

Really, until now, I really haven't eaten the beans like that night,—— I don't see the good show like that night anymore. Combined with the above materials, please write an essay titled "Never Again". (60 points) Requirements:

1) Have a sense of truth; (2) self-determined and self-selected genres (except poetry); (3) no less than 600 words; (4) No plagiarism or copying; (5) There shall be no real names of people, schools and places. 【Analysis】 This year's essay questions are still the same as last year's materials and propositions. From the point of view of the materials, the propositioners tend to return to the textbook, requiring students to grasp the central ideas of the text, and then write their own true feelings in combination with the topic.

When there is a material, it is necessary to check the meaning of the material. That is, the thoughts and feelings expressed by the author in the text. In fact, the scene that night made people "yawn" and "muttered and scolded", and the beans that night tasted really normal the next day.

The so-called "good beans like that night" and "good drama like that night" represent the author's beautiful memories of his innocent, free, and interesting childhood, and are full of a romantic ideal color, expressing his desire and pursuit of the ideal realm of life. The title of the essay "Never Again" seems to be a propositional essay, but in fact it is a semi-proposition. There is nothing that needs to be made clear in the essay, that is, the center.

Combined with the material, the time frame of the composition is what happened in the past, and "never" emphasizes the irreproducibility and uniqueness of these past events or experiences. The idea is broad, and according to the proposition, you can write about some phenomena and characters that have passed away, mainly to remember the past. You can write about childhood, childhood anecdotes, childhood friends and stories; You can write about friendships, unforgettable times when you were once a good friend; I can write about the days when my deceased relatives cared about me; I can write about my teacher, and I don't have a unique memory of a teacher in the past.

From the perspective of environmental protection, the blue sky and white clouds, green willows, fish playing in Qingxi, are now no longer there, and so on.

On the way to growth, we have gained too much and lost too much. Some things will never appear again, the old time will not return, and we will never have a chance to do it again.

I like to look at the sky, look at the sky, feel good, and have a lot of reverie. The crimson sunset rendered the clouds on the horizon, the clouds outlined Phnom Penh, and the roofs of buildings in the distance became dreamlike. The clear blue sky was cloudless, like a big lid covering the earth, simple and unpretentious.

The pure white clouds are mischievous children, constantly changing shapes, allowing the wind to blow them apart and gather together.

I always want to remember every day of the sky, and it's always a blue patch in my camera. "Isn't it still that day? "That's what people ask me all the time.

But did they look closely? The winged clouds in the sky today may disappear tomorrow. There is no more sky like that day.

What I watched today, after it was over, there was no more.

I always keep a diary, even for dozens of minutes, just to jot down a trivial mood or an exam that makes me complain about it. If you take it out and look at it, you will yawn again and again, but it is just some unliterary notes. However, a few years later, when all this is forgotten, and you look back at what you thought back then, you have an unusual feeling, because you no longer have the feeling you had at that time.

If the same thing happens twice in a row in a week, the first time I will be surprised, and the second time I will be calm, and the old thoughts will never come up again. What I thought about today, if I don't write it down, it will never be again.

I have a nice digital watch, and the time changes from moment to moment. When I woke up, I found that June 13 had been shown to be June 14. Even if I try to adjust it and modify it, I still can't correct the facts.

Maybe yesterday and today I went to school as usual, but today is a day older than yesterday, and the so-called people cannot step into the same river with conjunctions. Day by day, month by month, tired is the time I can't go back.

No more naivety and naivety, no more youthful frivolity, no more worrying about exams, no more running for life, no more ......Am I growing up like this and growing old?

I think that the old women no longer have the face and heart of a girl, and they no longer have the spirit of adventure and hard work, but they have a contented and optimistic heart. I prefer to cherish every moment, cherish it before "never again", and only understand the value of what I have when I lose it.

There is no more childhood, no more naivety, no more yesterday, no more different sky ......I have deeply remembered the good things of the past ...... in my heart

This one is very good, please !!

I've never been depressed.

I was promoted to the fifth grade, and I was about to take the direct entrance exam, and my parents couldn't help but say that the Taishan of "being admitted to the direct promotion class" pressed on my head, and I couldn't breathe. Just what happened three days ago, now that I think about it, my heart is still panicked.

That day, I came home breathless, threw the boulder-like bag into the study, and then wanted to lie down on the sofa and rest for a while. But as soon as I touched the sofa, I heard my mother's "Hedong lion roar": "What are you doing?!"

I jumped up from the couch in fright. Mother began to read her "scripture" unhurriedly again: "When you get home, hurry up and do your homework, don't delay time, and then make one of each of the three kinds of papers after you finish it, and you will be beaten if you make a mistake!"

Despite how reluctant I was, I still had to drag my tired body into the study - there was no way, how could I "resist and disobey the decree" after receiving the "holy decree"? Moreover, my mother also made an unwritten rule that all homework must be completed by 7 o'clock. my god！

It's even harder than climbing to the sky!! I have tried to overturn this rule no less than 20 times, but I have been afraid of my mother's "iron sand palm" and have retreated. Ay!

There will never be a day!

After a quick meal, I finally closed the book at 6:59. Mom came up to me and said, "Are you done?"

Of course. "Show me! "Good!

I handed over my homework and suddenly found that there was still an application problem that I hadn't done, but my mother had already snatched the homework book, and I was so nervous that my palms were sweating, and I spent a few minutes in the white terror. Sure enough, my mother's face "turned from sunny to cloudy", followed by a "storm": "What's the matter?"

Won't you do it? Go write the check! "I had to write again.

Why are adults so domineering? I didn't seem to see them read the book, but they forced us to do our homework. Why? Why? I'm so depressed!!

Joy like never before.

I once heard a man say, "The greatest treasure in a happy and happy life!" If you have happiness, you will taste the taste of happiness. Indeed, happiness and joy will come into your life. Even if he is an unlucky person, he will meet his joy and happiness.

Spring, willow green flowers and red flowers, warblers singing and swallow dance, is a good start in life, but also a good time to find happiness. Sitting in the car, with a new good mood and good memory, our whole family went to Gaobang Mountain in Huizhou together.

At the foot of the mountain, we were fully prepared and happily walked towards the top of the mountain.

After only ten minutes of walking, the breath of nature is getting stronger and stronger, and we embark on a secluded path, and we walk through the mysterious and beautiful mountains. "Beautiful scenery always gives a comfortable mood", which is good. And lo and behold!

On the stone staircase to the top of the mountain, there will be three or four small red flowers from time to time, which appear on both sides of your feet inadvertently, as if to welcome our arrival, but it is the arrival of the spring girl! Yes! What a naughty little life.

You listen! There were bursts of crisp bird calls and insect chirpings from the mountains, and they seemed to be playing a famous piano piece in unison, you come to "play the piano", I come to "sing" like a group. Yes!

What a cute little creature! "Well, it smells so good! "I unconsciously lost myself in this enchanting floral scent.

Indeed, this floral fragrance seems to have a familiar taste, probably the taste of our Mother Nature! This kind of taste should be in full bloom. It's really refreshing!

The aroma, as if it does not need to go through any processing, can also be fragrant for ten miles.

Ah, sister, come on, we're at the top of the mountain! "My brother's name can call me out of this beautiful fairyland. When I looked at it, oh, the road to the top of the mountain was right in front of me.

Before we knew it, while enjoying the various scenery in the mountains, the top of the mountain also greeted us. Although it takes an hour or two to climb to the top of this mountain, I seem to be riding a beautiful cloud, shuttling, in the arms of Mother Nature, and then floating up and ......At the moment I reached the top of the mountain, my life seemed to be frozen in that moment, beautiful, quiet and peaceful. In that moment, I flowed to the best memories and felt incomparable joy and happiness.

I've never been so happy.

Opening the photo album that has been in my drawer for a long time, the frolicking scenes, the innocent smiling faces, and the land where the back of my grandfather growing vegetables is left will evoke too many memories of my childhood.

Those ** are all true portrayals of my life in my grandmother's house in the countryside when I was a child.

Grandma's house is in a village that is not too remote, crowded but not crowded, quiet but lively. Every spring and summer, there will always be the back of the farmer's uncle in the field. When I gazed at them sweating like rain, the young man didn't know the taste of sorrow, and he didn't feel the hard work of "sweat dripping into the soil", but he thought it was really interesting.

There was a small river near my grandmother's house, which was crystal clear. In the scorching summer sun, my grandmother washed her clothes and talked to others, and my brother and I enjoyed catching fish in the water, which was only the size of a little finger, or making ourselves into soup chickens in water fights. I always think that being "said" by my grandmother is nothing compared to this hard-to-find happiness?

When I got home, the fragrant fried rice cakes, the crucian carp caught by my grandfather, and the loaches caught in the pond were all delicious!

Happy times are fleeting. Every time I close the album of memories, it is as if I have suddenly fallen from heaven to hell. Right now, my mind is full of mathematical formulas, chemical equations, English grammar, ......It was as if there was an inexplicable force that bound me, and I couldn't get out of prison.

I never saw a farmer plowing the field again, because I was in the city; I never caught a small fish in the river again, or even had a water fight, because all the time was spent studying; I never ate my grandmother's fried rice cakes again, and I never saw my grandfather's fish because my childhood was gone.

Lost forever everything I once was, and I don't know why......My grandmother said that I could go to the countryside whenever I wanted, because everything was there before. But I'm puzzled, are they really still here? I lost the joy of my childhood, but I had the bitterness of growing up.

But I think I'll keep these old joys alive, and the memories of "never again" won't drift away.

Is it true that the older you get, the less happiness you have? I don't know. But the past is gone, and I hope that in the future, I can take every step of my life without regrets.