Once upon a time, I heard someone say: taking an exam is a teacher's magic weapon; points are the lifeblood of students. My mother never exerted any pressure on me. Even if my grades were not good, it was just the reason for my mistakes. At that time, I always thought I was very happy. But today, for the first time, I feel helpless here.
This year is my last year in primary school. I just finished the exam two days ago. After the test, I felt very good and I was very happy when I went home. Today, the teacher asked us to go back to school to get our grades. After I got my grades back, I stayed there. God, my grades were really bad. I said that in my heart. However, I did not feel very painful, because I was wishful thinking that my mother would not blame me and comfort me as before. So, I went home. But a phone call from my mother knocked me to pieces. What do I hear? My mother asked me to reflect? What did I do wrong? Why let me reflect? What's more, there are several questions that the teacher gave me wrong in a hurry. I explained to my mother, but she interrupted me coldly: 'you don't have to show me the wrong one. 'when I heard this, I almost sat down on the ground with tears running on my face. Mother, do you not trust me like this? Oh, I felt helpless for the first time.
Oh, maybe next time I will play better, maybe, I will play better than before. However, I will always remember today's all mother's words, my helplessness, my tears, I will always remember.
Six essays 350 words can not forget the scene when you and I leave Spring, the weather is very good, warm sunshine on people is particularly comfortable, in such a season, you want to leave, I did not detain, just said take care of you, you light look at me, promised me, I raised my head to look at your eyes how beautiful, but no glory, I read your mood from your eyes, when you have to say something, time has come, but you have to Only I know how much determination and courage are needed to take that step. You stop and just want to turn back, but you just turn your head back. The hairpin you left me is still in my hand. The hairpin reflects our time in the sun. But there is a kind of unspeakable and unspeakable feeling in my heart when I look at your far away back I like summer, but I don't like midsummer. If it's hot, I like to hide in the air-conditioned room.
Holding a volume of my favorite book, trapped in the sofa, scattered sentences I like, so comfortable! Just did not expect, a burst of cicadas suddenly floated over. I don't know which naughty cicada is so untimely. I put down my book and looked out of the window. The scorching summer sun was pressing on the camphor tree outside the window. The color was green, black and shiny, and it was withered in the sun. I have forgiven the cicada in my heart - maybe I can't stand the blazing and wailing just like me!
Suddenly, the cicada chirp, like the beginning, suddenly disappeared, around the return to calm, like my mood. Maybe it was the cicada that disturbed the clear dream of the Yellow Finch and was pecked! I secretly smile, but then began to sympathize with the cicada, just because of an untimely song and lost his life, I think the cicada must be very helpless. Some cicadas have been under the ground for many years before they have the chance to come out and sing for a few weeks, but they die on the way. What indignation will they have: Why have our efforts failed? Why can't our efforts bear fruit!
So, I understand the cicada's lament, it is not so cruel to blame the scorching sun, but to the cruel fate of unyielding, they sing their own Ode to the sky, with the song in the sky to wave their own pen.
Another burst of cicadas, but no one will feel abrupt, because it is a strong song.
The first day of junior high school: Wang Dong's essay notes 1100 words in the evening, the sun poured on the leaves, dyeing the leaves with a bit of youth bright color. The sky is nearly transparent blue, as clear as if about to drop out. White, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white.
Some people hope to be better when they have it. When they lose it, they know that what they have is the best, but they have lost it. No matter when, what happens, you will always be behind me, do my strongest backing, give me endless strength and hope.
Fate leads the wrong line, only love can resolve all the mistakes.
Love is the sweetest poison in the world, but I drink it without hesitation.
Play tired, crazy enough, it's time to go home, family is still waiting for you, here is always your most warm shelter.
After crying, you still have to face everything.
Life is hard to avoid, but you still have to continue.
Life is wonderful because of you.
Build success with difficulties and embellish life with friendship.
In fact, the distance between me and you is only one step.
Why do you love me? Because it's you, so love.
All my life, I'm waiting to meet you.
If can accompany, who is willing to be alone?
If you miss it, you can't go back.
Sometimes, love, there are mistakes in right and right in wrong.
No longer confused & middot;, you are my hope. Summer essay 1100 words out do not want to believe, the summer vacation so passed a third, time like a pony, running like flying.
In these 12 days, the sun has been shooting for a long time, but I like it differently. The hot and sweaty sunlight hit us mercilessly, and the summer afternoon we expected to eat ice cream and drink ice has become our object of complaint; the clouds have turned into summer, floating leisurely under the blue sky, and occasionally I look up at the white clouds, hoping to sleep on the soft clouds one day; Chan has been underground for seven years, waiting for a summer. As long as you listen attentively, you can hear their joyful song near the tree. They are preparing a unique concert for this summer. Even if they will die after only one summer, they are willing to. But all these things, are not announcing the arrival of summer?
In the spacious room, the fan is constantly rotating overhead, the cold air emitted by the air conditioner is not cool enough, and I can't help becoming irritable with the hot summer weather. The girl was dressed in waist length black black hair, wearing a loose white T-shirt, black baggy trousers, sitting cross legged in front of the desk, biting a black pen, looking at a pile of summer homework on the table in front of her, she could not help but help her forehead, sitting in a daze, and then lying on the table helplessly and bored. Thought: God! How to spend this hot summer!!
Suddenly, 'like you, that pair of eyes moving, laughter more charming. "A burst of cell phone ringing, white hands fumble to get the phone," Hello, who is it?.. 'the girl made a lazy voice. 'Hey, what are you doing at home! 'a pure male voice came from my ear. 'Hey, man, you let me out in such a hot summer. You want me to tan, don't you! "The girl's lazy voice reveals a joke, and her mood is much brighter because of the phone call from her little friend. "How dare sister a Yao come out to eat ice? In the old place. And Yang is here. "Along with the boy's long laughter came this sentence. 'I didn't say it earlier, meet! It's your treat! Ten minutes later! 'after the girl's clear voice passed, she simply hung up the phone and set off. The boy over there listened to the voice of "Du --" and laughed helplessly with the phone.
Ten minutes later, reach the typhoon shelter. There are already two boys sitting inside waiting. One is wearing a camouflage jacket and a pair of black casual shorts. The whole person looks much drier, which is Yu; the other is a blue striped jacket, plus white casual shorts, with a bright smile, which is Yang. 'Hi, here it is! "Yu waved to the girl. The girl walked over and sat down directly. She said and fanned with her hand:" hoo, it's hot. I want to eat ice! "Yang looks at her and smiles and slowly passes the ice sheet." I want a milkshake, two ice cream and a shaved ice! 'the girl ordered these without any politeness. This is to eat their rhythm!!! After listening, they were not much surprised. After all, they were used to her food. They just laughed helplessly: "if you eat again, you will be fat! Then they ordered a glass of watermelon ice. If you pass there, you will surely see a girl eating ice in spite of her image, and the other two boys are tasting it gracefully. This is a sharp contrast! They are chatting while eating. Occasionally they will make a hearty laugh. Don't worry, it must be something that pokes their smile.
Maybe you will say that the girl's carelessness is harmful to the girl's image, or you will envy the friendship between them. They are good friends from the third grade of 11 years old to the second grade of 16-year-old junior high school. Six years is enough to test their friendship. Along the way, there are many frustrations, such as quarrels, quarrels, madness, sharing advantages and difficulties. This also strengthens their friendship. They have a certain position in each other's hearts, not just talk about it. They know that there is still a long way to go in the future, and they have agreed to go together in the future.
Remember that in primary school, someone was punished to copy homework together; sweep the floor together; walk together after school; go home together on weekends. Wherever they are, there is laughter. Every time these beautiful memories emerge, the corners of your mouth will rise up and bring up a smile.
I just want to say, in fact, there is a beautiful and pure friendship between the opposite sex, and that friendship is invincible. Essays 1400 words sitting alone in front of the window, watching the rain mercilessly hit on the stone steps this afternoon, as you go that afternoon.
Dark, wet.
You don't look back
It's just my back
I didn't cry, I just looked at your back
Rain, down my face
Wet the clothes
Can't take my eyes off you
It's like time has stopped
Unable to move forward
You can't go back
Red and green streets
I'm the only one
The abandoned
What can't be forgotten is
Happiness and innocence together
When the wind blows, the plants outside the window will swing gently. It can't resist, just as I have to grow up and have to leave when I graduate.
Want to say, what makes me regret is not that I have grown up, nor that I have to be separated from my classmates, but that no one understands me, even a little bit. In other words, this is what I should be most happy about. At least, I can cover everything carefully.
I have been through more than ten years, a little bit sad, a little happy, a little angry. But most of all, it's boring. I light looking at all living things boastful, thinking in my mind, maybe one day, time will let us release.
I hate to let myself live in a world woven with lies. I cheat myself what I should do and what I shouldn't do, and cheat myself that some things will eventually be forgotten. Maybe one day, I am no longer me, but a hypocrite, a real villain; maybe one day, I will not care about anything or one