I want to sing my work loudly.

In 2009, the full score of the composition for the senior high school entrance examination: long rhyme.

The flowing water is clear, rippling with the rhythm of sound and color, and flowing out the brilliance and brilliance of life.

The flowing water is soft, it spreads the tenderness of emotion and the spring dew of love.

Running water is bitter fleabane, which inspires the symphony of strength and beauty and shows the tenacity of the soul.

Ah! The clear and bright water, gushing from the ancient well covered with flowers and trees, is full of dreams and passions of life, and flows down gently and slowly with the reflection of red flowers and green trees, with flowers and dew. The gentle waves of gurgling water are mother's smiling faces, sweet and full of love. I can't help thinking of those gentle calls and sweet kisses when I was a child. Oh, the gentle waves of love are blowing! The glittering and translucent water droplets splashed gently are the tears of children's laughter, full of happy chords, looking back at the sunshine of childhood, and the sweetness of lollipops are indispensable. Oh, the ripples of emotion are spinning.

Running water, this gentle water.

Look! The muddy water of that river rushes from the horizon, sending out a strong and wild breath, rushing to the high dam, and gathering into a stubborn, turbulent and surging land with a sense of heroism. The passionate fighting spirit of running water is the courage of warriors, which is earth-shattering, and makes people miss Qu Yuan's call for wind and rain, Li Bai's lofty aspirations of "breaking the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" and Lu Xun's lofty aspirations of "facing the bleak life". Ah, the melody of pride is high! The waves splashed by fierce running water are the tenacity of fighters, which deeply shocked people and made people realize the tenacity and unyielding of Sandia's songs written by Hemingway. The courage and determination of Peking University mountaineering team to attack the top to the death; Sanmao gave up the city and yearned for the solidity of the desert. Oh! The waves are rough!

Running water, this masculine water.

Flowing water, flowing water, is delicate and gentle, but also magnificent and vigorous. Pentium, running water! Between heaven and earth forever. Sublimate, feel! Shine history with this long rhyme!

Oh, the water is hovering!

In 2009, I got a perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination: at that time, I understood the calm accumulation.

Inscription: Only through hellish tempering can we forge the power to create heaven. Only bloody fingers can play the swan song of the world.

Tagore

Since the third grade, I have little time to devote myself to my keen "reading pleasure". I can't get rid of the "sea of questions" I get up at 6 o'clock every day and go to bed at 22 o'clock. Seeing students talking about learning, it's not serious to digress a little. In spite of this, the results often fall instead of rising, and they still fail in many big exams. Tired and sad, I began to complain about the injustice of life: "Why didn't your efforts get a little reward?" Why is the effort fruitless? Why, why, why.

Once my thoughts go astray, it is difficult to see improvement. During that time, I complained and sighed and pulled a long face every day. Finally, one day, parents couldn't stand it-why did their lovely daughter become like this? Lose, complain, sigh.

Then, bad luck came to me-a pile of literary classics. Looking at the novels and poems that haven't been turned over for a long time, I thought: OK, read them, but I can't learn any more.

So I opened it and saw Su Shi coming.

Living in the imperial city, bringing wine to the wind, attracting yellow clearance and sighing heroes. It's hard to hide your shoes when you look at the scenery by the river. Success or failure is endless hatred. A misty rain lasts a lifetime, and snow flies.

Like me, Su Shi is full of lofty sentiments. However, despite his tortuous love and hard career, he always stuck to his beliefs. He calmly faced all the gains and losses and was demoted to Hangzhou, but he was complacent-green bamboo sticks and green grass shoes, and all he saw was autumn water and clear waves. Don't you complain? Are you willing to be demoted? Don't you want to achieve great things?

"No, I learned to be calm, not happy for things, not sad for myself." He answered with a smile.

I thought deeply-maybe I should get a peace in the face of these failures? Before I finished thinking, I saw the singer riding a donkey and waving to me in the yellow sand. At first glance, it's Li Bai.

Like me, Li Bai is full of hope for the future. However, the official road is not satisfactory. People expected him to praise the ruler and the king, but he didn't. He also wants to sing a heroic "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to a powerful person"! Accept all the gains and losses frankly, and go to Shudao to sing "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"! , spin one thousand silver, all back! ! "Wearing blue tulle, head fluttering, eyes open-minded. Don't you complain? Don't you want to achieve great things?

"No, I learned to be calm. Wine into the chest, divided into seven months, three into shock waves. Looking back at the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I stood in it! "

I finally understand that they are the same heroic passion, but they bravely face the failure and slander in front of them ... what about me?

Stop complaining. I said to myself, I'm only seventeen! I will also face the immediate setbacks calmly, and I will reap the leisurely beauty like them!

I closed the book and raised my head confidently.

2009 Xiamen senior high school entrance examination perfect score composition: listening to the singing of running water

The sky is crying, and the water drops on the ground gather happily, so there is me-running water. Close your eyes and listen quietly. Do you hear the sound of running water singing? ...

I sang all the way across the plain. I don't envy the towering mountains, nor the quiet lakes and mountains, because I have a flowing life. I don't look up at the powerful wings of the eagle, nor lament the speed of the cheetah, because I know I am small, but I am not small. Look! Peach blossoms on the shore comb themselves with a smile in the clear water; Liu Yang, nourished by me, rolled up his sleeves and flew; The fish in my body are playing happily. Life is red because of me. On the endless plain, I sang loudly, watching the rolling clouds in the sky and watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.

Faced with the obstacles of high mountains, I don't feel sad, nor do I complain about the injustice of fate. On the contrary, I smile and play a passionate movement, and there will always be ups and downs in life. Listen! It was Qu Yuan who sang loudly and wrote Li Sao, which is immortal. "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines on history." Wen Tianxiang sang his unyielding spirit beside the long river of history; Li Bai abandoned fame and fortune, and his ambition of "breaking the waves and making and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" was engraved in the long river of history. Those dangerous mountains can only block my way forward, but they can't stop my progress. I'm not discouraged or disappointed. I won towards the distant all the way. ...

"The fallen petal is intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless", and the fallen petal whispers in my ear. I said, "Please follow my path, and you will understand that running water is not heartless, but takes you to a wider world. The meteor that crossed in the night sky was only a moment, but it passed through the fiery atmosphere, burned its own life, and gave it selflessly to the earth, so it built eternity. " Don't believe it, I smiled happily and continued to flow forward.

In the distance, I heard the choppy call of the sea. I sang loudly and said to the fallen flower, "Look! I took you to heaven. " I packed my bags and threw myself bravely into the arms of the sea. Falling flowers can't help but sigh: "A flowing water that sings because of life has merged into an ocean of life!

In 2009, the senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition: a wonderful life.

In an instant, the water slipped through my fingers, with a little attachment and talk, so close, so real. ...

I am curious. I am full of reverie about this transparent elf. So, I followed its flow and started the pursuit of water.

one

I quietly opened the book, chanting and sighing. Running water, like that unspeakable pride, flows into my heart.

Yes, when I stepped into the story of the last moment of Qu Yuan's life, I was shocked, and a torrent surged before my eyes. The great man held his head high, calmly faced the swift river, integrated his superb ambition with the flowing water and ran eastward. He didn't disappear, but the running water embraced his enthusiasm; It was Liushui who accepted his suggestion.

From that moment on, I was full of admiration for flowing water, a kind of admiration for lofty sentiments in the long river of history.

Water is surging, flowing with the passion and vitality of life. ...

two

The beautiful image of the book is also printed in my heart, and the running water is stirring my pursuit of nature. So, I stepped into nature and sought the essence of integrating everything with running water.

I climbed the mountain and found it in the subtle place among the rocks-it was cheerful: the stream did not feel inferior for its smallness at all, and it marched bravely because it had an ideal ahead. "Springs hit stones, gurgling", I heard the vitality of life in the brisk sound of running water hitting stones.

When I walk with the running water, I always find those unknown wild flowers and weeds smiling in the wet water. And the running water will always flow affectionately and gently touch their heads.

All living things are close to life in the coordination of flowing water. ...

three

Running water accompanied me back to life, and living in the ripples of running water is more glorious.

I often smile and watch the running water selflessly drip into the bucket and start its mission. It washes away the filth and fatigue in the secular world without any regrets, washes away the noise and busyness, leaving only people's praise and sigh for the bright room. It flows quietly, very ordinary, and even always turns into steam when I pass away inadvertently.

In the search again and again, I realized that selfless and ordinary figure. I have a new understanding of what water has done. Perhaps, the original ordinary and selfless life is as kind as running water, and happiness and warmth flow out inadvertently.

Running water has flowed through my heart, which makes me relaxed and happy. I learned to give and understand life. ...

Every life is like running water, flowing for a long time. We want to let it flow out wonderfully and out of value.

Another stream of water flows through the depths where life needs to be nourished most.

In 2009, I want to rely on you most.

In my sleepy eyes, I saw your figure, your thin but vague figure. For two years, I have been thinking about you so much; Wake up in the middle of the night and cry for you; I want to rely on you most. ...

Do you remember? In the past, at school, there was not much trouble. As long as I stop at home and smell mouthwatering food, I forget everything. I always rush into the house, throw down my schoolbag and shout at you, "Grandma, I'm home!" " "I clearly remember that in the kitchen, under the" boom "range hood, you came back and saw me, walked over and pushed me out of the kitchen. The greasy touch still remains on my skin.

When I am in trouble, I want to rely on you most.

Soft dust flies in the dim light and falls on your silvery hair. You lean back on the old mahogany couch, and your favorite tin opera is on the radio on the Eight Immortals table. You hum along, turn over a yellow cookbook at hand, and mutter a few words from time to time: "My little daughter has grown up, I have to make it up for her." Inadvertently make a little noise and disturb you. You looked at me standing at the door and said, "Girl, how about having a virgin chicken today?"

When I grow up, I want to rely on you most.

Open your eyes, they are white, and your eyes are full of weakness. When you watch it, you will see that you rushed into the door in a hurry. As soon as you enter the door, you will shout to the parents sitting opposite you: "You can't even manage a child. How many times have you been hospitalized this month? " Turned around, looked at me morbidly, and said distressfully, "What happened? Is it better? Grandma brought your favorite bone soup, have some! " You gently lift my back, gently pick me up, sit up, look at my left hand full of pinholes and say with distress, "I'm holding it, you eat!" " "Looking at your gentle eyes, I see your tenderness and sadness.

When I am weak, I want to rely on you most.

"I ask you to be careful every time. Why do you only take this exam!" Whenever my mother's reproach sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door, you raise your eyebrows and urge your mother: "The children say she tried her best. What's more, she is so excellent and there is little room for improvement! " Grandma, you know, if I had an iron at this time, I really want to iron your wrinkled eyebrows!

When I am wronged, I want to rely on you most.

……

Wake up suddenly from a dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years since you left me. Your face has changed from familiar to fuzzy in my heart, but what I want to rely on most is you. In the kitchen, the food is not so fragrant; Under the light, there is no tin drama, no menu; When you are sick, you lack bone soup; When I am blamed, I lack your help, but what I want to rely on most is you.

In 2006, the senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition: farewell to narrow-mindedness.

One heel squeezes the violet, but it leaves the fragrance on that heel. This is tolerance.

Andrew Matheus

Since ancient times, narrowness has always been a proper term for young people, and it has always been a shame for people.

Pang Juan is narrow-minded. He didn't want Sun Bin to be better than him, and he was finally defeated and killed. Zhou Yu is narrow-minded. He refused to outdo Zhuge Liang and tried every means to plot against him. Finally Zhuge Liang vomited blood and died. Cixi played chess, others ate his horse, she killed the other's family, and was abused after her death ... all this was the result of narrow-mindedness. Say goodbye to the narrow mind, tolerate others with a tolerant attitude, win the trust of others, and achieve yourself.

On one occasion, Chu Zhuangwang invited ministers to drink * * *, and invited concubines to entertain him. When the wind blew out the candle, a military commander got drunk and pulled the princess's skirt rudely, but Chu Zhuangwang tolerated him with a broad mind and made a clever removal. The military commander is grateful to fight bravely in the next battle. This is the value of tolerance.

Liu Xiu defeated Wang Lang and invaded Handan. When consulting the official documents of the former dynasty, he found a large number of official documents that please Wang Lang, insult and even plot to assassinate Liu Xiu. However, Liu Xiu did not listen to the minister's dissuasion, and all the houses were set on fire. He said, "If we pursue it, it will definitely cause people's panic and even become our sworn enemies. If we tolerate them, we can turn our enemies into friends and strengthen our own team. " It was Liu Xiu's tolerance that finally made him an emperor and unified the whole country.

Since ancient times, no narrow-minded people can achieve great things. Tolerance is a rule that everyone should abide by.

Lincoln was famous for his tolerance for his political opponents, which caused dissatisfaction among a member of parliament. He said, "You shouldn't try to make friends with those people, you should destroy them." Lincoln smiled and replied, "When we turn them into our friends, don't we destroy our enemies?" This is the best interpretation of tolerance.

If the sky is intolerant and cannot tolerate the temporary raging of wind, rain and lightning, how can it have its vast beauty? If the sea is intolerant, it can't tolerate rough waves for a while, how can it have its profound beauty? If the forest is intolerant and cannot tolerate the law of the jungle, how can it have its original beauty? If the universe is intolerant and cannot tolerate the temporary replacement of constellation fission, how can it have its mysterious beauty? If time is intolerant, people of all colors can't tolerate a moment of wasted throwing, how can they continue to be beautiful ... it is tolerance that makes them.

Mount Tai can only be high if it does not hesitate to drink a cup of soil. Rivers can only become bigger if they don't choose small streams. It is tolerance that makes them.

Only by saying goodbye to the narrow mind can we enter a refreshing realm.

Let's bid farewell to narrowness, embrace everything with tolerance, and learn to be that fragrant violet.

In 2006, the senior high school entrance examination scored a perfect composition: "Farewell like a rainbow".

Rainbow, the organic combination of perfection and poetry. In the wonderful combination of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple, it embodies the connotation of beauty and interprets the eternal swan song-I say, farewell is like a rainbow.

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

Wang Bo said. This poem is full of deep friendship, even Qianshan can't stop it. Imagine: the earth wakes up first, and there are hazy stars and moons in the lavender sky. Friends in the farewell booth encouraged each other and smiled goodbye. What a touching scene this is! Ask the world what love makes people die. This is a purple dream-farewell is a kind of spiritual sustenance and emotional release.

"The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages."

Dongpoyan The river washes away, and the red cliff remains the same. From "the height of the temple" to "the distance between rivers and lakes", Su Shi rallied after being frustrated. On a yellow evening, the sea is calm. The poet stopped lamenting, then bid farewell to misfortune with great ambition and expressed his great ambition. This is a great man's golden dream-farewell is an awakening and rebirth.

"Look at a thousand fingers coldly and bow your head as a willing ox."

Lu Xun Dao. Perhaps he is not as sharp as Lu Xun's shock in the world literary world, nor his profound literary talent, but he, Niu Yuru, touched hundreds of millions of people in China with his awe-inspiring farewell. Carrying the happiness of the prairie people, he chose to bid farewell to his hometown, without grandstanding rhetoric, but "there is more to be told silently than with sound." On the vast grassland, this is a dream woven by green land and blue sky. -Farewell is a responsibility and an ideal.

"Pack your orange bags and fly away towards your dreams."

I am calm. Youth, a leaking container, can't take back time like water, leaving only green sweet dreams. Students of three years are about to say goodbye. Facing the farewell feelings of the sages, I am no longer sad. My efforts will definitely bring a touch of poetry to our farewell, and the blue wind chimes will definitely sail to the rising sun. Looking for the fiery red sun in the orange sky.

The falling of maple leaves is a sad necessity; The fall of buttonwood is the inevitable withering; The arrival of wind and rain is the sublimation of success and beauty, because after that, there will be a rainbow-I would like to say goodbye to it.

Excellent composition of Shantou senior high school entrance examination in 2008: the footsteps of love

The footsteps of spring are light and soft, listen! "sasha vujacic", spring has stepped on the leaves; The pace of summer is urgent and fast. Listen, "Hua La", summer touches the running water; The footsteps of autumn are heavy and solid. You listen to "Knock, Knock, Knock" and pick fruit in autumn. What about the footsteps in winter? The footsteps of winter spread silently like water waves. And my mother's footsteps are like spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In the silent night, when I was sleepy in bed, I heard a rustle of footsteps. I know my mother came to tuck me in. Her steps are light and soft, and I'm afraid to step on the ground like an ant. I enjoyed that kind of mood very much, because it was my mother's love, the footsteps that turned into love, and I slept soundly with her.

After school, when I was wandering anxiously at the school gate, there was a rush of footsteps in my ear. It's my mother, I'm sure, because it's my mother who comes to pick up my footsteps after school, which is urgent and fast. Whenever this time, I quickly threw myself into my mother's arms and listened to her gasps. I can feel deep love and accompany me home safely.

When I make a mistake, when I am uneasy and afraid, I will hear my mother coming, and the rhythm in my heart is like a thump. However, my mother's words always encourage me. She always forgives my naivety and ignorance. She always told me to take the right path, which made me gain a lot. My mother's heavy and solid steps accompanied me to grow up healthily.

Examination is a word that makes me anxious, like being possessed by a demon. Whenever there is a big exam, my mood becomes uneasy and restless. However, I really thank God for giving me a good mother. She knows me and how to appease me. Whenever she walks behind me, she is silent and silent, so that I don't notice. This is my mother who protects me with love and walks with me.

Today, I walked into the examination room. Unexpectedly, my heart is surprisingly calm. I walked side by side with my mother, listening to her footsteps. I said to her, "Mom, you are really something." Mom looked blank, but I didn't know, because we all knew this love!

Go to Qiu Lai in spring, and change seasons in winter and summer. I always hear my mother compose a beautiful music with her footsteps, accompany me to grow up and relieve my troubles. This is the footsteps of love, deeply imprinted in my heart.

Full score composition of Hangzhou senior high school entrance examination in 2008: life calendar

Tear them off one by one, and hope them one by one. -inscription

I don't know how long it has been since I visited her. Just vaguely traces of childhood. Her face has shiny silver and traces of years.

"Ding" woke me up from my sleep with a phone call this morning, and I froze when I hung up. I feel that the world will drown me in an instant-grandma had a car accident. When I arrived at the hospital, she was already lying in the intensive care unit. Tears poured out in an instant. I followed grandpa's advice and went back to my hometown to change clothes.

It's the same old house, full of childhood flavor and memories. Hesitated and walked to the attic. When you walk into the bedroom, the taste of memory comes out. This is her taste. At first glance, I saw several large calendars on the desk, which were torn to pieces. When I walked over, I saw that the front of the calendar was ordinary, an ordinary date, and the words on the back made me dumbfounded: "In February 2003, Nan Nan went home with her parents today." "In May 2003, Nan Nan called me today and asked me to put on more clothes." "In July, 2004, I took the entrance exam today." "In February, 2005, I saw Xiao Nan's photo today." "In March, 2005, Nan Nan didn't come back for three months." "In February, 2006, Nan Nan didn't call me for a long time." I flipped through all the torn calendars like crazy. The above is the detailed date and what happened between me and her. Time is up and time is up. I can't believe it, but it hurts me to think of her writing these little by little on the table with reading glasses in front of the dim light. How long has it been since I came back? How long has it been since I called? Is it because you are busy studying, or because you are alienated and indifferent when you grow up? And how can she pin her hopes on these calendars and expect me to be the charming little darling when I was a child again?

I packed these calendars, which were full of her hopes, and went back to the hospital. Looking at her head wrapped in white gauze before bed, tears welled up again. I held her hand tightly and silently prayed to God not to take her away from me.

The face on the bed is still the one that hurt me and loved me when I was a child, shining with silver, and there was silence between my eyebrows and eyes. I quietly put the last piece of calendar paper filled with my blessings into her hand and muttered, "Grandma, wake up, little darling is coming to see you, little darling won't let you count the calendars any more, wake up." ...