An essay at the first level of junior high school is about 50 words

Learn to be strong. The flowers of our generation of the motherland have grown up in greenhouses and under the care of their parents. We are delicate, we can't withstand the wind and rain, and we can't stand the ups and downs of life. Our generation does not even understand what "strong" is.

I am one of the ten million greenhouse flowers. In the past, I didn't know what it meant to be strong, and when I was in trouble, I didn't know how to be strong, so I would only ask my parents for help. But in this incident, I learned what it means to be strong, and I gradually learned to be strong.

At 14:28 on May 12, the world's attention to the eighth-level ** ruthlessly plundered the beautiful homeland of Sichuan compatriots. These greenhouse flowers, like me, instantly lost the warmth of the greenhouse, and even lost the parents who cared for the flowers. How cruel is this!

If I was raised in a greenhouse and encountered such a natural disaster, I would definitely feel that the light in the world was gone, and everything in the world would change from the original colorful to gray. I think my life will be negative and unfaithful. I would even like to go to another beautiful country to find my parents who took care of me.

I'm sure my compatriots in Sichuan have the same thoughts as me. But I was wrong, they performed very well, they were more aware of the preciousness of life in this natural disaster, which made them cherish their current life even more, and cherish life even more. They stood strong in the face of this merciless natural disaster.

Online. Their strength is recorded in the newspapers:

Kang Jie, an 11-year-old girl from Yingxiu Primary School in Yingxiu Town, was crushed under the collapsed school building when she was **, and crawled out of the rubble after several hardships. The little girl had a broken right foot and an 8-centimeter-long wound cut by the rubble, how terrible it was, how much pain she must have had at that time, but this strong little girl did not shed a single tear.

A little girl in Shifang, Sichuan, had her legs crushed off and her hands were smashed when she was crushed in the rubble and dug out of the rubble. How cruel this is for a little girl. However, she did not cry from being rescued to the chair of the aid station.

He only bit his lip when the paramedics moved her, and even smiled beautifully at the volunteers who cared for her. I was amazed by her strength.

There are many such stories, and after reading them, I told myself to learn to be strong. I can't retreat when I encounter difficulties, I want to give in to fate, I want to challenge the difficulties of life, and I want to face them strongly. In the time since, whenever I encounter difficulties, the first thing that comes to my mind is no longer my parents, but myself.

I told myself to be strong and then I got over it myself.

Be strong and make life better; Be strong, make life more meaningful, our generation of greenhouse flowers must learn to be strong.

1. Hope. One seafarer said that his favorite most anchor stirred.

The white spray ......

One seafarer said that what pleased him the most was the anchor that sent it.

The clamor of chains ......

A hope departs.

A hope arrives.

2. Hope. Dream friends.

Sister of fantasy.

It was his own shadow.

but he always walks ahead of you.

Invisible as light.

Like the wind, a bridge shirt is uneasy and insensitive.

between her and you.

There is always a distance.

Like a bird flying outside the window.

Like a flowing cloud in the sky.

Like butterflies by the river.

Both cunning and beautiful.

You go up, and she flies.

You ignore her, she chases you.

She will always be with you.

Until you stop breathing.

3. I love this land.

If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

November 17, 1938.

4. Ponds and marshes in winter.

To give. The pond in winter is as lonely as an old man's heart

The bitter heart that has experienced the world;

The pond and marsh that collapsed in winter were as dry as an old man's eyes

The eyes of brilliance have been worn away by labor;

The pond and marsh in winter are as barren as an old man's hair

Thin, gray hair like frost grass.

The pond in winter, gloomy as a sad old man-

An old man rickety under a gloomy canopy.

5. Fish fossils.

How lively the action, how energetic, jumping in the waves, rising and sinking in the sea;

Unfortunately encountered a volcanic eruption.

It could also be that you lost your freedom and were dusted;

How many billions of years have passed, and the geological exploration team members found you in the rock formations, and they are still vivid.

But thou art silent, not even a sigh, and thy scales and fins are whole, but thou shalt not move;

You are absolutely still, unresponsive to the outside world, unable to see the sky or water, unable to hear the sound of the waves.

Gazing at a piece of fossils, fools also learn a lesson:

Without movement, there is no life.

To live is to struggle, to move forward in the struggle, even if you die, the energy must be brought into play.

She, the broken steps that moved, the sad tone filled the sky.

She frowned tightly, adjusted her breath lightly, sometimes flicked her sleeves lightly, and sighed sadly; From time to time, he tightened his sleeves to hide his face and whispered a little ......

The deepest memory in her mind is of a woman with a shackled and sad face.

She is Su San.

She is pitiful, a resentful woman! Grievances! Insulted!

-Having no excuse. A woman is so insignificant. Burdened with great grievances, trumped-up charges, the injustice and darkness of the world, Zhaoxue's probability is almost zero, and so much sorrow is like a flying stone, thrown at this desperate woman's ......Tears and sorrows, grievances and sadness, grievances and grievances ......All of them are vividly embodied, moving, and trembling!

However, life is a play!

The art of drama is nothing more than this—it is sad to feel its sorrow, to feel its sorrow, to feel its grievances, to feel its sorrows, to feel its sorrows, and to move people's emotions with its qualitative turns.

Su San's "difficult to meet a husband", if there is no misery of "falling into trouble", how can there be a rare "husband"? ! The play is written like this, but what about life? first bitter and then sweet, first sad and then happy, only then did there be a natural "happy ending". Therefore, Su San is a lucky person again.

Su San's Peking Opera performance is over, and when I chew it carefully, it has an endless aftertaste.

I think the reason why Peking Opera has become the quintessence of the country is that it can depict and shape a colorful and emotional ideal society in such an era and on such a stage, and the people in the society interpret the world with ever-changing "faces".

Today, the weather forecast says there will be rain. I was glad that in July and August, the hottest months of the year, there would be a rain that would wash away the heat and the fire in my heart. What a wonderful thing it must be!

I'm looking forward to the rain. But the rain is like a naughty child, until noon, the rain is still playing in the sky, refusing to come to the world. In the afternoon, when the weather was at its hottest, a sudden gust of wind rushed in my face and crashed into my arms, and my mother said:

It's going to rain, hurry up and close the doors and windows. "I walked to the window and looked up at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky were scattered, and it seemed that it was indeed going to rain, and after a while, it began to rain lightly and densely in the sky, and after a while, the thunderous shout sounded in the sky, "Boom-boom-" But the rain did not respond to the thunder's movements, it was still so small, so dense that it seemed to slowly blow away the fire in people's hearts.

I put my hand out of the window, and the rain fell to my fingertips and then to my palms, feeling a little wet and numb. I looked at the palm of my hand, the rain was crystal clear, and I saw the lines of the palm through it. I flipped my hand, and the rain sang a wordless ballad back into the arms of Mother Earth.

The rain stopped after a while, and it was neither humid nor hot outside. The sky is as clean and bright as if it has been painted with blue paint, there are still water droplets on the leaves, the air seems to have been cleaned, and the night in the community is calm, but today, there is less tranquility and more liveliness.

The rain is beautiful, but the rain in summer is even more beautiful.

My mom and I were the closest people we were. I remember that before I was literate, I always liked to snuggle in my mother's arms and listen to the fairy tales of Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen and fall asleep. My mother is a very loving and affectionate person, not only because she is helpful, brave to donate blood (my mother is most afraid of needles), filial piety to elders, etc., but also one thing that I will never forget in my life, which really made me feel the difficulty of family affection, and made me understand that to be good to a person, I must take advantage of him while he is still alive.

It was a summer vacation day in the first grade, and my mother smiled and said to me, "Today my mother is playing a game with you, and this game is what my mother watched on TV." "When I hear about playing games, I'm really excited.

My mother asked me to bring me paper and pens, and I was puzzled......My mother asked me to write down the names of the ten closest people on a piece of paper, and without thinking, I wrote down the names of my father, mother, sister, grandfather, grandmother, and some cousins and classmates who were usually good. Next, my mother asked me to cross out the names of three more people, and told me that crossing one out meant that this person had disappeared from this world. Without hesitation, I crossed out the names of those classmates.

My mother asked me to cross out the names of the two people, and I crossed out my grandfather and grandmother, because I had never lived with my grandparents, and although I was close, my feelings were not so deep. Mom crossed out the names of the two men again. I began to hesitate, and as I thought about it, the pen in my hand began to tremble slightly......Scratch off my cousin?

I grew up on my cousin's back, and he was so nice to me. Just said I wanted to go to Hong Kong to play, he played with me for a week without saying a word, and even gave me his favorite Digital Tyrannosaurus machine. Scratch off my sister?

She's my pistachio! We went to school together, played games together, and I were inseparable day and night. Sometimes when she's not around me, I feel like something is missing.

Scratch off Daddy? No way! My dad was my mentor and friend.

My dad taught me how to play chess, how to play ball, how to swim, and how many ...... I toIt's like a light guiding me. Scratch off Mom? More unlikely!

The mother who gave birth to me and raised me, in this world, there is nothing like the greatness of mother's love. In order for me to go to school with peace of mind, my mother resolutely gave up the job she loved and became a full-time mother, separated from my father. My mother always cared for me in every way in life and study, making me grow up, making me rational and healthy.

It's hard! I put down the pen in my hand, tears streaming down my eyes, I couldn't choose. Mom hugged my ......