Junior High School Essay on the Topic of Cohesion 5

You can make it up yourself!

Countless small droplets of water condensed and cheered as they flowed east into the sea; Hundreds of millions of stars condensed to support a bright star dome in the night. And my relatives and friends have used their care to unite the power of love for me.

A flash of early morning sunlight rushed onto the bright red June 24 on the walls, and I stuffed my pencil case with my sleepy eyes open. The heart is stuck in the throat, and the anxious cicada chirping outside the window combined with the chaotic heartbeat has become the soundtrack of this "war and chaos" picture. The first hurdle in my life, I longed to be able to pass it smoothly.

Mom pushed the breakfast she had prepared last night in front of me. "I don't eat it. I shook my head blankly, my mind blank.

Eat, be sure to ensure that the blood supply to the brain is normal in the examination room. Mom looked at me with a smile and added, "Besides, there's a lucky pot I put in here." If you eat it, you can do well in the exam.

The sound is light. I didn't say no more. The warm milk slowly flowed down the throat, extending to the bottom of the heart to melt into a faint warmth.

Grandma came out at some point, stood at the table and watched me eat, put away the utensils, and didn't speak for a long time. From the beginning to the end, my grandmother said, "Don't forget to bring your things and take the test."

There was a slight hoarseness in her voice, and I remember that when I came out late last night, the lights were still on in my grandmother's room......A trace of unknown emotion slowly poured out. I heard a lot of encouragement and confidence in my grandmother's voice. I nodded, feeling a little more strength in my cold palms.

Where's my dad? I packed my bag and asked. "Your dad went to the parking lot to drive, and he's going to park the car downstairs later.

Grandma replied. The dining room was silent, the sun was shining on the table, and my mother and grandmother were silently standing behind me and watching me. There were no words for each other, only the strength and encouragement that gathered slowly brewed in the air, gradually eliminating the ice-like tension and uneasiness in their hearts. Standing in the doorway, I looked behind me, and they smiled quietly at me, a little encouraging, a little composure.

Will I send you with me? Mom asked softly. "No, my dad.

I said with a smile. Then there was a constant of firmness and silence in the cafeteria, and I knew that they were gathering the strength of love and the confidence to walk into the exam room for me in this quiet but powerful way.

Dad had parked the car downstairs. The moment my fingers touched the doorknob, I heard my mother's warm voice behind me: "You're okay, take the test well, and wait to hear your good news."

At that moment, I couldn't help but turn my head, smile at my mother and grandmother, and walk out the door, while imprinting the picture of love in the restaurant into my heart, the sun was gentle and bright.

Teachers and students:

There is a promise that surpasses everything called faith, and there is a state of mind that encompasses the world called gratitude.

Thanksgiving is like a pyramid, gathering the sand scattered in the world in the heart, refracting infinite light; Thanksgiving is like a mountain, filling the ocean of soil all over the world into the blue sky; Thanksgiving can also be a small electric charge that directs the electric current shuttling around the world to the electric field of the heart, bursting out infinite electricity. The world is limited, but the heart is infinite, and a person full of gratitude is fearless and sacred. Now, let me show you the bits and pieces of gratitude that are fixed in my heart.

When I came home on New Year's Day last year, I was in a place where I used to play with a few classmates in my childhood, and found an old man sweeping the floor in the pit"Uncle, let me help you! "He raised his head and cracked the corners of his mouth, and my heart was shocked, and the gray hair recorded the passing years; wrinkles, engraved with pictures of life; Smile condenses the joy of ideals; Eyes, flashing with sparks of wisdom.

Suddenly, a stream of heat burst out of the eyes. "Teacher! "I lost my voice and called out, he was my teacher, Mr. Zhou in the first grade of primary school.

I slammed him up from the mud puddle. He stood, a hint of surprise. But it made me feel a kind of intimacy.

He leaned down and picked up the dentures that had fallen to the ground. This scene is so similar to what I saw when I was a child. "Thank you, kid!

He said kindly. Tears welled up in my eyes, both because of excitement and because of happiness. I can't forget the first certificate he sent me, and I can't forget the smile of relief.

Looking at his distant and blurred back, my heart ...... faintly painful

The years have carved his staggering steps, and they have also penetrated our hearts like paper.

Suppose we float from the sky and receive the raindrops from the clouds; We seep out of the white clouds and receive droplets of water from the air; We passed through the forest and received the ...... of dew from the green leavesWe accept what nature has given us that is so pure and beautiful. What about society? Society has given us more precious materials.

Once, the American humorist Chaplin was about to perform on stage, and an enthusiastic audience member suddenly reminded him:"Master, you forgot to button your shirt. "Chaplin was stunned, hurriedly thanked him, and quickly buttoned his shirt. When he goes.

The fact that you can ask this question shows that the teacher's nine years of hard work in you have been in vain.