Full score composition of college entrance examination over the years

i want to hold your hand

A candidate in Shanghai

The truth is nothing more than shaking hands!

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The door left unlocked creaked a crack, and dad leaned into half his head to look in. It's just dawn, and my roommate may be asleep. I just woke up, huddled up and covered my face with a quilt. Yes, it's dad!

Red, a big bunch of carnations, I was shocked. That day, dad was still wearing his white overalls and his hair was messy. Maybe it was windy outside. The fog in the early morning wet the ends of his hair, and there seemed to be traces of wind on his face, which looked much more vicissitudes than before. However, I still can't help laughing. Dad looks clumsy and funny. His whole dress doesn't match the big bunch of carnations on his chest. I have always thought that flowers should have some romance and sentiment. Dad came up to me, and I grinned and hid in the corner of the quilt. "Oh, I woke up." Dad's surprised expression let me know how much I like sleeping in. "Yeah, but Dad, are these flowers for me?" I'm still a little skeptical. Dad was a little nervous about this question. His hands kept changing flowers, his face flushed and he nodded in confusion. "Yesterday, your mother and I discussed what to buy. Later, your mother said that you like carnations. Early in the morning, I went to the flower shop to pick some flowers, but the owner packed them too brightly ... "Dad stopped. He may really not be used to this occasion of sending flowers.

Dad rummaged through the drawers and finally found a vase for arranging flowers, which was very dirty. Before I could speak, my father had put down the flowers and trotted out. I looked at that big bunch of red carnations, but somehow I was moved. I remembered the day of the accident, my mother's panic and my father's calmness. I broke my leg because I was careless when riding a bike. At that time, I only remembered a sharp pain, and my legs could not be lifted any more. The emergency room of the hospital is on the fourth floor, and the elevator is crowded with people. I know my parents decided to go to the emergency room because they were worried about my serious illness. Dad hurried upstairs behind my back without stopping. Lying on my father's shoulder, I clearly saw the sweat on his face. Dad's body is very thin, but I obviously felt his strength when he carried me. On the fourth floor, I don't know how many steps there are in that long corridor, and I didn't see my dad panting after taking me to the emergency room. This is by no means an easy road ... Dad came in with a vase and a simple and honest smile on his face. At that moment, I wanted to cry. People say that simple love is the greatest. I suddenly realized that my father had never given me great love. My story with him is not as vigorous as that in the movie. In my childhood, his love gave a kite flying high in March, a small crucian carp with black eyes … I grew up little by little surrounded by warmth.

I don't know when my father has planted carnations, and a person is stupidly arranging the order of each flower. Left, right, up, down. I stared at him quietly, feeling the blessing of the morning in the room. On the petals, a drop of dew slipped. In subtle emotions, carnations also know how to shed tears for me.

..... I gradually fell asleep, and in a daze, a pair of little hands gently held my hand. I didn't open my eyes, but tears finally ran down my face.

2. The symbol of Beijing

-Lao She and Beijing

A candidate in Beijing

I saw Xiangzi fiddling with Xianyang in his hand, thinking about buying a car, chanting his own career, and the dark body of the old Beijing rickshaw and the shiny tile beside him were shining; I saw Wang Shunfa busy cleaning the table, holding a tea bowl to greet the guests, holding a big teapot in old Beijing in his hand, and the spout slowly sprayed water mist; I saw that the pomegranate beside the Bishuiling in the first room of Qijia was red, and the male prostitute in old Beijing held his head high on the table of the Eight Immortals in the yard, and the old man smiled and nodded. I saw Sha Zilong staring straight at the disciples and saying nothing, and I said to myself, "Stop it! Don't cross! " In front of the main hall, the spear of the old Beijing Escort Agency stood quietly in the corner, echoing its owner from a distance. ...

Reading Mr. Lao She's book seems to be led by the characters in the book. Stroll around the streets of Beijing, breathe the breath of Beijing, appreciate the colors, listen to the rhythm and feel the mood of Beijing ... Mr. Lao She's works are symbols of old Beijing!

That's old Beijing, bit by bit. Like Jinghu string, it stirs sonorous and has a long aftertaste; Like a pot of jasmine tea, it is rich and fragrant with endless aftertaste.

I can't forget the taste of Mr. Lao She's Beijing cuisine-"The fat chestnuts in Liangxiang are fried with sugar in the pot, and even the tea and cigarettes under the pot are fragrant" "The sorghum red river crabs are packed in bamboo baskets and sold loudly along the street; Those who will enjoy it will gently crack the hairy crab feet with a Xiao Mu hammer in the restaurant "-only old Beijing will have such an attractive flavor; Only Mr. Lao She can understand it so vividly!

Although Mr. Lao She is from Shandong, he was born and raised in Beijing, and he loves Beijing even more. He loves everything in old Beijing, just like the New Year pictures posted in previous years: festive and childlike, without losing the breath of kings; Delicate and exquisite, conveying the breath of culture. Mr. Lao She used his pen, his heart and his great love for Beijing to describe a real and ideal Beijing, a realistic and poetic Beijing. As a result, Mr. Lao She's words, his name, became a symbol of Beijing, a symbol of Beijing.

Mr. Lao She has been abroad and stayed abroad. He naturally understands that the times will eventually push "old Beijing" to "new Beijing", which is a mixed feeling. This kind of emotion is often revealed in his works. -Rui Xuan, the hero of four generations living under one roof, likes to visit octagonal troughs, dashilan and Liulichang, but he also laments that "these shops will disappear in the near future". Because of this, Mr. Lao She is striving to create the language, image and symbol of new Beijing on the stage of new era Beijing.

Therefore, Mr. Lao She, as the discoverer, lover and creator of Beijing symbols, has become an eternal monument to Beijing's history and reality in the eyes and hearts of Beijingers.

3. Read by historical celebrities.

Heilongjiang examinee

Through the history of celebrity reading, my thoughts travel through the vast sea of books. ...

Han Ju-Only books have real happiness.

Korean drama, a famous poet in Song Dynasty. He regards reading as a kind of enjoyment. He once said in a poem: "If you want to entertain ordinary people, it will go bad in an instant. Only books have real joy, and the meaning is still a long time. " Although the statement in the poem is somewhat arbitrary, the author's pleasure in reading is beyond words, and the sharp contrast shows that the only real happiness is reading. Read more, think more, and slowly realize the true joy of "unfinished business".

Song Lian-borrowing and copying books

Song Lian was a famous scholar in Ming Dynasty. When I was a child, my family was poor and I had no money to buy books. He likes reading so much that he borrows books from others everywhere. After coming back, he often copied books on paper, and he insisted on doing so no matter whether it was windy or rainy, hot or cold. It is said that even though the water in the inkstone has frozen and his fingers are frozen, he still does not forget to write. This kind of hard work and persistent spirit is worth learning.

Lu Xun-Reading and Sublation

After returning from studying in Japan, Lu Xun was deeply depressed for a long time, so he used reading to get rid of: retro, copying ancient monuments, proofreading ancient books and reading Buddhist scriptures, gradually enriching his knowledge and becoming a "leader of the new culture movement."

Guess the flowers.

Hua is a famous mathematician in China. He has a habit of reading: when he gets a book, he doesn't read it from beginning to end immediately, but thinks for a while, then closes his eyes and meditates, and stops reading when the meaning in the book is consistent with his guess. Reading in this way not only saves valuable time, but also cultivates the ability of independent thinking and imagination.

Lenin-Annotation Reading

Lenin, proletarian revolutionary and politician. He loves reading. When reading, he often writes down rich comments, notes and experiences in the margins of the pages. Sometimes the most noteworthy ideas or materials will be marked on the cover of the book. That's what "no pen and ink, no reading" means.

Engels-Attach Importance to Original Works

Engels thought that reading should read the original works, so as to understand the process of the emergence, development and perfection of a theory, comprehensively and systematically grasp its basic principles, and then understand the whole picture of this theory. Reading the original is one of the most basic ways to explore the theory.

There seems to be a natural connection between celebrities and reading, and between reading and celebrities. Celebrity reading methods or reading speeches are good examples for us to learn. Reading more books and appreciating the reading experience or wisdom of celebrities will naturally enhance our personality taste. Let's go into history and cross the celebrity culture built with books, which is our inexhaustible source of nutrients!

4. Reading is a kind of loneliness.

Jilin examinee

I once read an article by Bi Shumin, a famous female writer, Reading is a Loneliness. Today, when I saw this composition topic, I first thought of this article. "Reading is a kind of loneliness" is also my view on reading. Say it briefly.

Reading is a kind of environmental loneliness. When we read a book and wander between the lines, we talk to the text, the characters in the book and the author. At this time, we need a quiet environment. Although the noisy environment can be read in, it is difficult to come out. Reading needs a quiet and warm atmosphere, an undisturbed "Xanadu". Do you ever remember that in the dead of night, on a rainy night, we sat in a chair, sipping a cup of fragrant tea, hugging each other with books, our thoughts wandering between words, and our emotions fluctuating between words? What a pleasant evening! Do you still remember the thought process of reading Confucius and Mencius' words, understanding Du Li's poems, appreciating Liu Yong's essays, appreciating metaphysical chapters, accumulating the wisdom of Sha Jian's Wenta, and realizing the pure beauty of literature and the true meaning of life in a lonely night?

Reading is a psychological loneliness. "Quiet and far-reaching" is a great realm. Reading also needs a realm, that is psychological loneliness. The so-called psychological loneliness does not mean psychological loneliness, but a state that needs to be achieved when reading. Getting rid of distractions and purifying the spiritual space is a realm of reading needs. Whether browsing or intensive reading, there must be a state of psychological loneliness. Only in this way can we really chew the charm of words and really enter the ideological space constructed by the author.

Reading is a kind of spiritual loneliness. At all times and in all countries, those who have achieved great things are all energetic and strong. Reading is a channel to acquire knowledge and a good way to accumulate and enrich life. Books are mankind's best spiritual friends and supreme friends. In the world, many things are mixed. When you get some of them, it also means losing some. The same is true of reading. When you are enjoying the pleasure of reading, you also lose the moment of making friends and pushing a cup for a change. However, as real scholars, they are not sorry for losing such an opportunity, but even more glad for losing such an opportunity, because they know that reading is a kind of spiritual loneliness, and without it, it is not real reading. Only comprehensive reading in the spiritual field is the real meaning of reading.

Reading is an environmental, psychological and spiritual loneliness. This kind of loneliness is the loneliness of great wisdom. I like this loneliness!

Reading is loneliness! But when I was lonely, I learned to read!

5, three times around the tree, what can I rely on?

Examinees of Henan Province

"The moon star is rare, the black magpie flies south and circles the tree three times. What can I rely on? " This is a line from Cao Mengde's poem "Short Song".

Why don't we ask ourselves, "What can we rely on?" Ask yourself what is right for you, find your own position, and find your own belonging.

Fierce and strong, the eagle flies fast and swoops down from Jiu Feng to catch its prey. This is its viability and its attached branches. It is also predictable that the cowardly crows blindly imitate the eagle, get twice the result with half the effort and finally fall into the hands of shepherds. It is true that its spirit is commendable, but it forgets to consider its own advantages and disadvantages.

That's the way it is, and so are people.

Only by finding one's own position and finding the branches suitable for one's attachment can life reach the extreme.

Confucius, the forerunner of a generation, after traveling around the world, initially aimed at establishing a perfect society governing the country with "benevolence". He did not succeed in the end, but he was a very good teacher. Confucius' disciples spread all over the world, and he eventually became a great thinker and educator in China. It can be seen that only by finding your own branch can you realize the meaning of life.

Chaplin, a generation of comedy master, always became the laughing stock of others because of his poor looks when he was young. However, this has just become an advantage in his comedy career, and all the silent comedy films he starred in have reached the realm of silence over sound. I have to say that his "poor" appearance contributed to his "good" performance.

Bill Gates, the richest man in the world, was originally a student of a famous foreign university. However, when he felt that the content taught in the university was not suitable for him, he resolutely left the school and engaged in his favorite computer design work, and finally accumulated a huge wealth that was unparalleled in the world.

Society is developing, but the truth has not changed. Only by finding your own position and finding the right branch can life shine.

The crow's spirit of daring to struggle and being willing to learn is commendable, but it can't recognize its own strength, can't do what it can, and is doomed to failure.

"Three turns around the tree, what branches can you rely on?" Go around the tree three times, not the branches!

People not only need the spirit of courage to struggle, but also should recognize themselves. You can only succeed if you have both.

With self-knowledge and hard work, the light is just around the corner. After hard work, you will find that "this branch is reliable after three turns around the tree"!

6. Two letters

Examinees of Henan Province

The first letter

The sea a loud laugh:

Hello, I feel very uncomfortable, so I started to chat with you. The gloomy sky outside the window is as gloomy as my mood, which is irrelevant.

Why do I always fail?

I am diligent, as everyone knows. The lights are brighter in the middle of the night, and the days when I bow my head and stab my legs accompany me through the flower season. I love painting too much. A piece of white paper is colored and changed under my hand. Every work contains my heart, blood and sweat. However, comments such as "mediocre, dim, pale and dull" have stung my heart again and again. Should my life really not have gorgeous colors?

I am persistent, as everyone knows. Apricot blossoms in February and red in August, and the years when the stars are holding the moon have accompanied me through my youth. I love music so much that notes fly out of my voice, and every time I sing, my emotions and ideals are soaked. However, the evaluation of "thin, stuffy, dull and chaotic" once again made me despair. Am I destined not to have a graceful voice in my life?

Is there something wrong with my pursuit? Is my effort wrong? Is there anything wrong with my efforts?

A hundred shouts in the blue sky

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② The second letter

Blue sky call way:

Hello, after receiving your letter, my mood has been greatly depressed because of you. A thin piece of paper was silent on my desk for many days, but my mind was troubled for a long time. Today, on such a sunny day, I write to you. May my Hong Fei dispel the haze hanging over your heart.

Dear friend, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with your pursuit! There is nothing wrong with your efforts! There is nothing wrong with your efforts! Your fault is that you have not found your own position, grasped your own strength and recognized your own advantages and disadvantages.

Dear friends, not all birds can sing, not all flowers can bear fruit, not all seedlings can become towering trees, not all soil is suitable for crop growth, and not all roles are suitable for you to play. Painters are desirable and musicians are enviable, but, my friend, maybe this is not your career. I know that you have a strong physique, tenacious perseverance, keen eyes and calm mind, which all determine that you should probably become a soldier, a scientist and an entrepreneur. That's your position.

My dear friend, please don't complain about the injustice of life. You see, that crow no longer blindly wants to be a soaring eagle. It knows that its intelligence should be applied to how to get the spring water at the bottom of the bottle. Look, it succeeded in doing this. This is a clever crow!

Hope to see a brand-new you!

The sea smiled.

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7. When he died.

Shaanxi examinee

The wind is rustling and cold, and Jing Ke is standing on the top of the mountain, staring blankly into the distance. The horses are chirping, and everyone's expression is awe-inspiring. The melody of music came to an abrupt end, and Gao Jianli's tragic voice stopped. Everyone stood up to say goodbye to me. When he left, he suddenly bowed deeply with tears in his eyes.

Walking on the way to the State of Qin, Jing Ke's thoughts were extremely upset. The past is vivid. He couldn't help sighing, and his thoughts suddenly flew back to the past days. ...

The Qin army marched eastward and wiped out South Korea, Zhao and Wei in one fell swoop. At that time, the soldiers of Qin were directed at Yan, a weak country in the northwest, and the soldiers were weak and the people were poor. It's hard to resist Qin Jun, the teacher of Tiger and Wolf. After the first world war, the prince led his troops to flee hastily, and Taizi Dan vowed to save the country with all his blood. He came to his door with heavy money and burst into tears. He threw a lot of money and gave him a good gift.

From that moment on, in order to repay the prince's kindness to meet him and save the people from the disaster of war, I made up my mind to practice fencing hard, and practice it behind closed doors until midnight every day, smelling chickens and dancing. Although my skills have been greatly improved, I went to a dangerous place, with great disparity in strength and good and bad luck. Mr. Tian Guang once discouraged me from throwing eggs at stones. Besides, the king of Qin has a strong martial arts and is in danger. If things can't be done, it will make people laugh! But for Yan people, I have to take a risk. I hope God bless Yan!

Thought of here, Jing Ke quickened his pace and hurried on.

Qin was famous for his cruelty among princes. He was proud of the strong inheritance of his ancestors and annexed the six countries. However, he has high martial arts skills and has no respect for heroes all over the world. He heard that the envoy of the State of Yan had brought books and watches from the State of Yan, so he took a long sword and sat proudly in court, waiting for the arrival of Jing Ke.

Jing Ke stepped forward, calmly turned the map and turned it back bit by bit.

Perhaps the weak will never get rid of the fate of being teased by fate.

Seeing the poor dagger, Jing Ke rushed forward to snatch the sword and thrust it at the king of Qin, and a life-and-death struggle between the two sides began. The roar of the warriors of the State of Qin in the temple didn't make Jing Ke flinch, and the Minister of Qin obstructed him in every way, which failed to distract him. However, the King of Qin finally defeated Jing Ke with a long sword. Before he died, Jing Ke, scarred, tried his best to throw a dagger at a powerful enemy. The hero sighed and died with hatred.

Later generations often have different opinions about the trip to Jing Ke, but a man named Sima Qian listed Jing Ke's deeds in Historical Records for the simple reason that Jing Ke's courage to challenge the strong is admirable: he is the embodiment of an era, and he is still brilliant after the defeat.

8. Wish the scene

-Eternal hope, Eternal goal

A candidate in Tianjin

I don't know what my destiny is in this life. The quarter distance I have just traveled is really incalculable. But the illusion tells me that fate is not arranged by heaven, but only in our own hands. If you want to be happy and glorious, you must practice, cast, control yourself and be the master of your destiny!

I don't know how many setbacks there are on the way forward. Although I am young, the experience of getting stuck in the mud and being hit by the wind and rain has made me understand the changes in the world. But the vision tells me that the ups and downs of fate are God's favourites. Only by leaving footprints on this rocky beach can I enjoy the colorful colors of the bright moon and proudly declare that my life is not boring!

I fell down and I don't know if I can stand up. My tender shoulders are often touched by my parents' affection. But if I face up to my vision, the fire of passion will go out and the road to struggle will be interrupted. As long as the light of faith flashes, there is no reason to be a coward of life and a prisoner of fate. The god of success cares for the fearless warrior and handed down the secret of taking over the olive branch: break the frozen glacier in your heart!

I don't know if I have gained anything from farming, but my dream of success has been stuck in my pillow. But this vision inspired me: a person's life is like four seasons, spring sowing, Xia Geng, autumn harvest and winter storage. Sowing is hope, sowing is vitality. Hope to make life rich and colorful, and drive away the weeds in your heart with vitality. I always think that the warmth of the world comes from the sun, but the seeds in my heart will emit magical energy!

I don't know if I will be intoxicated by the flowers and applause thrown at me. The joys and sorrows of honor and disgrace have taught me the mystery of human nature. I hope the scenic spot will transform me: honor and fame are like opium. If you take a moderate amount as a good medicine, you will lose your soul if you indulge in it. It's just a temporary nap, a breathing space for repair and debugging. People are on the journey, not returning home, just a smug passerby!

I wonder if sincerity will win friendship. The vulgar charm of the market has defiled the Millennium civilization. But the vision taught me that the value of honesty is like full-color gold, which will never depreciate. With it, what you pay is solid self-confidence and what you get is pure warmth. The definition of a bosom friend is joy in openness and happiness in understanding. Any utilitarian response can only leave you with a dull regret.

I don't know if I will win my heart with my heart. The lofty ice heart of the jade pot once drove me to a lonely and cold place. But the vision blesses me: when the opportunity favors me, I will attack quickly, and the motto of showing charm is "courage+try" Decisiveness makes you not regret, persistence makes you lucky, and dare to love and hate to achieve a true and complete life.

Vision dispelled the fog in my heart, and vision painted a blue sky for me.

This is my eternal hope and goal. ...