Grab XX and don t let go essay at least 700 words

Is this the composition of the Ziyuan Cup? I'm also participating.

I've never been so sad.

Whether it is life or study, there are many things that have saddened me. But I didn't expect that time: it grieved me so much, and I never felt such grief.

The second semester of the sixth grade is the most critical moment, and the quality of study during this period will determine the graduation exams in the near future. Although the transition from primary school to junior high school is not as important as the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, it can be regarded as a small turning point in our study, which will determine what kind of middle school we will be admitted to, and also explain what we have learned and how well we have learned in the past six years of study. During this upcoming exam period, the class has to have to do two or three test papers every day, and the pressure is also a bit high.

At this time, my mother, who cared about me, paid special attention to my small exams, and I also failed in a small exam at this time! The stress of the past few days has made me breathless, hey! I have to take the Chinese test tomorrow, I'm so tired!

At this time, I should have reviewed seriously, but my heart overcame my study, and when I came home from school that day, my mother was not there, so I threw away my books and played to my heart's content, thinking that tomorrow would be a small exam anyway, nothing! The next day, as soon as I arrived at school, I started the test, because I hadn't reviewed before, and I didn't know where to start with many questions, so I didn't want to know that my exam was quite poor! After the test paper came down that day, I looked at it, ** score, this score surprised me, oh my God!

I've never done this badly! So, I decided not to show it to my parents, but the paper couldn't hold the fire, and my mother knew. He gave me a big lecture, and the teacher also gave me a lecture, and then I felt regretful, regretting that I was greedy and didn't take the quiz to heart.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world, and if there is, I will definitely buy a lot of it! On that day, I constantly reflected on myself, and I was very sad, partly because of myself, partly because I was reprimanded by my teacher and mother. I'm sure :

It can't be like this again! I have never been so sad, the reason is also because of myself, you can't lie about learning, otherwise you will suffer from yourself!

When the grass showed its vigorous vitality after being burned by wildfires in the spring breeze, we were ready to set off, rolling the memories of this journey into luggage and carrying them on our shoulders; When someone whispered the immortal sentence "Wildfire can't burn out, the spring breeze blows and grows" over and over again, with the helplessness of failing the college entrance examination and the sympathy of relatives and friends, we are on the road, and the suffering and sadness show a hideous face, "Who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. "Being strong is our last line of defense, the line of defense that will never fall......

Spring always arrives as scheduled, and the grass breaks through the soil under the first rays of spring light. We came to the edge of a great river, washed away the tiredness of the river with the clear water in our hands, and stood up, and suddenly found that the greenery spread from the river to the foot of the mountain, and stretched beyond the high mountains to the ...... farther awayLooking back, I realized that we had passed through the cold and long winter through the bitter north wind. Because there is love burning in our hearts, we are not numb in the bitter cold.

This love is a strong interpretation of life, we follow it to spring, and regain vitality with the grass!

I don't know how long we walked, we came to a high mountain, the scorching sun burned our skin, summer arrived! In this difficult season, we looked out and saw the grass in the wilderness. These spirits of life seem to be more tenacious after passing through the spring, desperately blooming the color of life, from emerald green to dark green, in the hot sun, with the wind blowing and shining ......It turns out that Xiaocao loves life as much as we do, and we are pursuing the ultimate in life.

What are the scars cut by thorns, with the love of life we have overcome the obstacles and continue to ...... forward

The crooked branches of old trees and the falling leaves in the sky remind us: autumn has arrived! We saw the withered yellow face of the grass in the field, and after a wildfire not far away, it left a charred black earth, and suddenly shocked:

It turns out that Xiaocao has been dormant for a cold winter under such a blackened and cracked earth, and only then will it start a new journey in the spring of the following year! We are relieved, this is the feelings of Xiaocao, this is the essence of life, and it is also the true meaning of our love!

I finally understood that life needs support, love, and being strong is the line of defense that will not fall. Xiaocao took this line of defense to nurture new life in the cold land, and our hearts were also heavy, this time, we walked towards winter without hesitation.

Beautiful beauty.

This trick: people are called beautiful, but they are not beautiful, but their hearts are beautiful, and they are connected to those who are silent but do beautiful things in the society, and make up eight by themselves!

The most beautiful teacher.

Some people say that the teacher is the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, pointing us in the way forward; Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, watering us little saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, with his powerful body and the flowers and bones that protect us in the future. Teacher, I worship you, I can't say why I have this kind of admiration, looking at the neat and beautiful handwriting you left on the blackboard, but I can't measure how much mystery and hard sweat is hidden in it, I only know that this is your selfless dedication to the cause of social education. Listen to every word you say on the podium, what kind of sound is that?

Is it nature's clear birdsong? Is it the harmonious melodic sound of a classical instrument?

No, it's not, it's a kind of sound from outside the world, containing the beautiful tones of the world, and it sounds deep to us, because that sound is not an ordinary sound, but a signal sound of knowledge, and when you hear this sound, you know that there is a lot of knowledge that is going to come from afar and enter the station of your wisdom brain. Teacher, you are the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, and I am a black duck who is lost in the red dust, whenever I lose my way, as long as I see your dazzling light, I can find my way home.

I still remember when you first picked me up, when you changed me from a child full of innocence to a primary school student with ideals and achievements, how much you paid for us, we are enjoying our own success and enjoying our own happiness, but we can't forget the teacher, you are the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, you use your erudition to let us understand this vast and boundless world, let us see the world is big, you are like our telescope, let us see farther, see more clearly, just like mountain spring water, Clear enough to let you see underneath. Teacher, you taught us to have the courage to fight against difficulties, not to be overwhelmed by difficulties, I still remember what you often said, "If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, no one succeeds casually." "Yes, success and difficulties are relative, and if there are no difficulties, how can success be.

Teacher, you are a lush leaf, you use your strong body and protect our future flowers. You are never very stubborn for you, you always silently dedicate your body, for your students, for your mission, you are willing to be a green leaf rather than a red flower, you want to use your own ability to polish the dawn of this world, so that the dreams of students fly higher and farther. Teacher, you have used your life to teach us why we should have pursuits, why we should have ideals, and why we should surpass ourselves.

Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world, you are the most beautiful myth in our hearts.

Beautiful cleaner.

We have a new neighbor downstairs, Aunt Wang. She is in her thirties, with a slender figure, ** white as ice and snow; smiled slightly, a pair of small dimples appeared on his face, and with the well-fitting dress, he walked flutteringly, really like a pearl girl in a fairy tale.

After a few days, I learned that Aunt Wang was a cleaner, and I thought: how beautiful people go to be cleaners, really bury a pearl in the soil.

One afternoon in the middle of summer, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone a scorching **. The leaves hung listlessly on the trees, and only the cicadas kept calling from the trees: "Hot hot hot hot!!

My mom and I were on our way to the street to buy groceries, and we were sweeping the road. A broom is next to a broom, as if a schoolboy is writing carefully next to this pen. The beads of sweat on his face glistened like pearls in the sunlight.

Strings of sweat fell down and soaked her white coat. Coincidentally, Sister-in-law Wu downstairs also followed from behind us, and immediately chatted with her mother: "This girl, although she is young, is no worse than us in her work."

Yes, last time Aunt Li was sick and asked for leave, she took care of the work of two people by herself. "Everyone said she was serious, sweeping the floor and ...... clean"It's a rare thing that such a beautiful girl is not ambiguous at all when she does the cleaning work, and she seems to have a good time. ”…Listening to the two of them chatting about Aunt Wang one by one.

A picture was frozen in front of my eyes: Aunt Wang was holding a broom, next to each other, and the hem of her white coat fluttered back and forth with the swing of her body, really like a pearl girl dancing. "Sha-Sha-Sha" constitutes a beautiful musical ......I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for this beautiful cleaner.

Aunt Wang, the cleaner, she is an ordinary laborer in our city, but there is no distinction between high and low labor, she enjoys her work happily. In my opinion, she is indeed a beautiful pearl girl.