Ask for a junior high school essay entitled Opening the Door of Hope .

I really wanted to secretly open the door to the mountain house in my bedroom - it was as if I had never opened it before.

With my new house built, I have a room of my own. I was very young at the time, and if I didn't open the door, I would never have dared to sleep timidly. I still remember one summer day, in the middle of the night, there was a sudden thunderstorm, and after I was awakened, I opened my eyes and found that the door had been closed at some point, and the lightning suddenly lit up in the black hole, which scared me to cry.

That night, my mother coaxed me to sleep next to me.

When I entered middle school, I felt like I had grown up, and it didn't seem to matter anymore whether I closed the door at night or not. Sometimes, I think it's better to close the door because I can read my favorite book until midnight without my parents noticing.

Entering the second year of junior high school, the study tasks are heavy. It's said that second is key, so I don't spend as much time (in fact, I don't have that much time) reading my favorite books.

My parents always kept the door closed tightly so as not to disturb me. On the other side of the door is a soft light accompanied by parents watching TV; On this side of the door was a lonely lamp, accompanied by which I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the large pile of exercises, overwhelmed. As a result, I rarely went to the other side of the door to talk to my parents, and they didn't want me to stay there longer, because they thought it would be a waste of time.

And that door was like a thick barrier, narrowing the distance between me and my parents. Occasionally, I can't help but go to the other side of the door to enjoy the warm atmosphere with my parents, only to find that they no longer have that warm smile on their faces. I see, all I can "enjoy" is the tall workbook and the cold lamp.

I closed the door gently. I sat quietly at my desk, and the tall pile of exercises seemed to turn into a hideous face, smiling at me. Suddenly, a sour feeling came over me, and I remembered the door that had been open in the past, and I really wanted to open it.

This kind of essay is basically based on the idea that after trying hard to try a hobby or specialty (such as singing or dancing) but not achieving the desired results, I am guided by my elders and teachers to change my goal (such as playing the piano or guitar) and succeed.

The general idea is this.

For example, if you encounter difficulties on the way forward, but you cannot give up, because when God closes one door, he will open another window for you, which means that the road of life must be uneven and bumpy, and when one road cannot go on, you can take another path, and don't push yourself into a dead end.

Scare? I only know that one year when I took the high school entrance examination, the essay question in Guangdong was "The door is actually open".

There was a young man who went to apply. At that time, he was admitted, and the manager told him that the first room on the third floor was not accessible. Ken Nian was curious:

Why can't you go in? The next day, he couldn't suppress his curiosity, came to the outside of the house, found that the door was empty, and when he entered, he found that the room was empty, but there was a letter on the table: Go to the marketing department and report!

He was appointed Marketing Manager. Before him, many people came, and they knew that the door was actually open.

Hope, blowing the wind of dreams; Hope, raising the banner of wishes; Hope opens the door to hope.

Hope, what a sunny word; Hope, what a wonderful word; Hope, what a magic word; It is a wise man who has given us a key to open the door of our hope!

Everyone has their own aspirations and aspirations to make it happen. But when we ordinary people approach the door of our respective wishes, we often see that the door is deeply locked, and heavy iron chains are threatening you. As a result, some people avoided it, unwilling to face it, believing that the door was closed.

The door is actually open!

Remember Beethoven? Remember Helen Keller? Remember Stephen Hawking?

Beethoven is a family, and what does a family need most? Yes, sound hearing, but he lost it. At that time, he must have been grief-stricken, but he raised his strong hands and pushed open the door of his ** hall, because he had hope, he wanted to let him step into the door, and he hoped to make him muster up the courage to push open the door that was actually open!

What about Helen Keller? A blind, deaf, and dumb person, she is miserable enough, sympathetic enough, but she never thinks of herself as a miserable person, on the contrary, she loves life, lives actively, although there is silence in her ears, and there is darkness in front of her, but she groped, still found her door of hope, and with a gentle push, the door slowly opened. Ho, the door is actually open!

As for Stephen Hawking, he is a vegetative person who has all other organs motionless except for his head, and he also relies on hope to achieve his ideals? Didn't he open the door of his own hope? The door is actually open!

Dear friends, there should be no more miserable among us than Beethoven, Helen Keller, and Stephen Hawking, because we live in the sun, bathed in rain and dew, and grow up happily, are we not as good as them? Believe that we can do it. As long as we are brave enough to open the door of our hope and step into our door of hope, there will definitely be a second Beethoven, Helen Keller, and Hawking among us, believe in yourself, I can do it!

Friends, let me tell you a little secret: the door of hope is actually open!