Ask for the composition of "Today is Sunday again", about 600 words.

Author: Chen Source: Langya Middle School Class 907 Release Time: 2010-6-1810: 44: 22

Looking back, there is bitterness and pain. However, real life lies in mastering the future. -inscription

Today is Sunday again. Seven days ago, I saw a green divorce certificate. Mom and dad divorced because of a long-term relationship. In the next few days, pain and helplessness filled my mind, and I was once on the verge of decadence. However, the footsteps of time knocked on the door of rationality, and I chose to enjoy the sky of a father and a mother.

Dad's house, I am the hostess.

On Sunday, when I was still immersed in a beautiful sleep, the alarm clock rang "Ding". At the thought of being the hostess of my father's house and washing and cooking for my father, a sense of responsibility drove me to get out of bed and walk into the kitchen quickly. Thanks to my mother who used to teach me how to cook, my cooking is excellent. Three times five divided by two, golden scrambled eggs are out of the pot. Pour another glass of milk for dad, will you? Just when I was filled with joy, my father woke up and saw the breakfast I prepared for him. My father's eyes were wet. He patted me on the head and said affectionately, "Thank you, dear daughter!" " "After my father left, I ate some rice in a hurry, found out my father's dirty clothes and washed them carefully. ...

I can be the hostess of dad's house!

Mom's house, I am the pillar.

At noon, I went to my mother's house. As soon as I came in, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa with a sad face. "Mom, is something wrong?" I asked eagerly. "Yes, the economic crisis, company layoffs, I lost my job." Mom said with a sigh. "It doesn't matter, mom, now is not to promote self-employment? The boutique cabin in our school has a good business. Why don't you open one too? If you don't invest much, you may make a lot of money! " I began to persuade my mother. "Yes, that's a good idea. I'll think about it first. Thank you, baby! " Mother's sad face disappeared and she gave me a deep kiss on the forehead.

As the pillar of mom's family, I can!

Life will not always be smooth sailing. Ups and downs, ravines and ridges, constitute a colorful life melody. Today is Sunday again, and I have more responsibilities and maturity. Looking up at the sky, I found that the sky today is so beautiful! (Instructor: Ding Xuejun)

Today is Sunday again, alas, it is Sunday again! Why are there so many Sundays in a year? I hate Sunday most in my life, because I have to deal with all kinds of cram schools and piles of homework on this day. It's only 7 o'clock in the morning (attention, everyone, it's Sunday morning! I just heard a series of "get up" impulses. According to past experience, at this time, no matter how sleepy and unwilling I am, I can't linger in the warm bed, and the English tutoring class is already waving to me. Strolling into the English cram school, I haven't left my dream. I listen to the teacher with one ear and speak with the other. I woke up when the teacher told me to get up and read words, or when my deskmate took off my skirt. I stood up and asked a "what", which made the whole class burst into laughter. The teacher scolded me on the spot. Although my face is burning, I still muddled through English class. After the English class, I entered the composition class. Out of the composition class, I entered the Olympic math class again. In the afternoon, according to the usual practice, I have the right to speak at home only after finishing the homework assigned by the teacher. So I wrote it quickly. My mother sat on the small bench next to me, knitting a sweater and casting suspicious eyes at me from time to time like a supervisor. After hard work, I finally got the lecture at 4 o'clock. 10. I asked, "Mom, can I go out and play for a while?" When my mother heard this, she stared and said with a straight face, "No, finish the math synchronization leaflet quickly, or you won't want to go out to play!" " "Oh, I fainted! ! ! In desperation, I had to pick up the pen and continue to write. It was already half past five when I finished writing the loose leaf. My mother would rather put off dinner than watch me finish writing loose-leaf pages. Dad came back and gave me a mysterious smile: "I brought you a good thing!" """what? Are they dolls or snacks? ""No, it's Huanggang Secret Volume! " Ah! Looks like I'm going to stay up all night again tonight. Hey! This Sunday is really hard! ! !

Today is Sunday again (2007-08-05 16:42:00) Reprinted Label: Essay/Feeling Liu Diyong Sunday Xu Xiaoping Song Zude Spam SMS Classification: Life

Today is Sunday again. Get up at 8: 30, turn on the computer, there is no one on MSN or QQ. Scrambled an egg, made an egg soup and soaked the leftovers from last night. Grabbed two bowls of rice casually, and then talked with familiar and strange friends on QQ and MSN. It's over. If you have nothing to say, watch Sina podcast, watch Song Zude, watch him curse, and then I will curse him in front of the computer. ...

I don't want to cook at noon, but I will eat leftovers in the morning. Then I saw that I was sleepy and went to bed. Get up and turn on the computer to listen to music. ...

The mobile phone has been left for a day, and there is not even a spam message. At this time, I suddenly feel that spam messages are cute, at least the world has not completely forgotten me. This is the end of my Sunday. ...

Hi, my girl, I just want to say "hello" to you. By the way, have you been thinking about me? Ok, I'll wait for you here. No one can make me cry, laugh, laugh, or drive me crazy, except you! I want to say "I love you, my girl!" "

Sunday-Xu Xiaoping

Today is Sunday again, Sunday.

A deserted campus is a campus.

All the students in Beijing go home for reunion. Huer, cough!

Leave me alone as a foreigner.

No teachers, no counselors,

I don't want to read books or do experiments.

I made a bag of instant noodles, and the more I eat, the hungrier I get. Hu er coughed.

The more you smoke, the more annoying you are.

Today is Sunday again, Sunday.

It is the campus that is noisy, not the campus.

There are people falling in love everywhere, kissing and shouting cough.

Contaminate the spirit of an innocent teenager

I don't want to go shopping, nor do I want to go shopping.

Without friendship, there is no love.

Who wrote a misty poem for? Huerhe.

Plug in the electric stove to keep warm.

Today is Sunday again, Sunday.

What is vigorous is the campus, not the campus.

The principal's secretary came to the dormitory and asked after the cold.

Tell me to establish a proletarian outlook on life.

My parents are looking forward to me in my hometown.

My brother and sister envy me at home,

I don't know the truth and abacus, and I shout and cough.

I'm just afraid of this Sunday, Sunday.

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Many people know that Xu Xiaoping, one of the shoulder dams of New Oriental, is very famous. Now he no longer teaches classes and gives students "life counseling". However, few people know that Xu Xiaoping was born a musician. After graduating from the Central Conservatory of Music, he worked in the Art Teaching and Research Section of Peking University for a period of time, and served as an instructor in the Peking University Art Troupe. I'm afraid no one knows that Xu Xiaoping was once a literary youth who loved writing songs and singing. His "Sunday" was once covered by Jinggangshan and included in the campus music album "Campus without Walls" released by 1993. This song was sung by Xu and became popular for a while.

Today is Sunday again.

It's sunny on Sunday

How time flies! Another week has passed.

Today is Sunday, the weather is sunny and sunny, without a trace of coolness in late autumn!

Climate often affects people's mood. I am in a good mood today! Take advantage of such fine weather to refresh yourself and your family!

My son's toothache has gradually improved, and his swollen face has returned to a lovely appearance. When I got home, there was an old hilarious sound.

Parents are busier. . . . . .

My father went to No.8 Bridge early in the morning to buy vegetables and bought a pig tellurium bladder. It is said that the food he bought from six to eight in the morning is the freshest and cheapest. Anyway, my father won't miss this time. The food market in No.8 Bridge is two stops away from home. He rides that old bike every day, back and forth, day after day, year after year.

Mother is a typical housewife, working hard and complaining. Getting up at five o'clock every day has become a fixed clock at home. This is because she will be 60 years old and has an early job-helping to cook in the kitchen of a middle school. How many times I advised her to quit that job, she was always unwilling to be idle. The housework at home is completely out of my mother's eyes. My mother is a farmer and grew up in an ocean of suffering. She feels that doing such a job is both decent and can supplement her family. She is even more difficult to give up! That era made people like that! Today is Sunday, which is her rest day. She's not idle either. She has been scrubbing, washing, sweeping and reasoning since morning. There is no Saturday and Sunday in her mind. She just did more for us. Children and grandchildren are all she has, and she has never seen herself.

They seem to be a never-ending clockwork alarm clock.

It's after one o'clock in the afternoon, and Sunday will become Monday in eleven hours.

Today is Sunday again.

I slept like a log. When I first woke up, my brain was not fully opened. I vaguely thought, "What time is it? Is it time to go to work? " At this time, the brain reflected, "What class are you going to take? Today is Sunday. " A feeling of joy welled up in my heart, another day of freedom. I sleep whenever I want, surf the Internet whenever I want, read books whenever I want, no one takes part in the work, I don't have to worry about being late, I don't have to work tasks, I don't have to analyze financial statements all day, I don't have colleagues around me, I don't have to control myself to get involved in the whirlpool of intrigue, and I'm really tired of all this. I like weekends.

There is a colleague in the company who retired voluntarily at the age of 37. He retired so early because he wanted to go out and earn money. He is a certified public accountant, certified appraiser and worked outside in his early years. He didn't take part in the job competition last time. Maybe he felt that there was limited room for development in the company, so he retired early, which is also a good way to realize himself. I also want to retire. I'm going to retire and never go out to earn money again. I don't have high demands on life. I just need to eat and wear warm clothes, and the rest are not deliberately pursued. I want to retire because every day is a weekend and I can live in seclusion freely every day. Retirement salary can maintain a basic life, and you don't need to rush about for survival, so you can spend the rest of your life leisurely. This is really a pleasant thing. I especially envy seeing others retire.

Nietzsche retired as a professor of linguistics in university of basel at the age of 36. He was really too ill to work before he retired. Nietzsche was a genius subconsciously. If he doesn't get sick, if he doesn't retire, he will face heavy teaching tasks every day, so he will never write so many brilliant works in the future. Retirement gave him 65,438+00 years of free creative time. Retirement is an important reason for Nietzsche's later success. Free from work, disappear from the crowd, avoid the debate between right and wrong in literature, roam the mountain beaches in western Europe, and capture the inspiration of thinking. Retirement is a dividing line. Before his retirement, Nietzsche lived a secular life and suffered from contradictions. After retirement, he lived in a paradise of freedom and enjoyed loneliness.

I hope every day is Sunday. It was the idea of the parasite. I hate being a parasite, so although I had this idea, I still didn't implement it. Do it for a few more years. If I continue to be busy with trifles all day, I will really choose to retire. I won't be a parasite after retirement. I will devote myself to reading, studying and writing articles, and live a hermit life completely.

Today is Sunday again.

Today is Sunday again. The sunshine is so scary that it hurts my eyes. I carry a stone-like schoolbag to the cram school arranged by my mother. Sunshine is equal to darkness in my eyes. A new Sunday is equivalent to the beginning of another painful day.

When I came home with heavy legs, I was still depressed, staring at a math problem in a daze, and it was dead outside. Since I entered junior high school, my mother always turned down the volume of the TV, and the originally happy home became lifeless. Although I am given the most nutritious food, the most comfortable and expensive clothes and a spacious and bright room every day, I always have an unspeakable depression, just like dense aquatic plants competing with me for rare oxygen.

Before you know it, the night is already deep.

The wind gently blows the gauze curtain. I lay quietly on the big bed, soft and comfortable, but afraid to close my eyes. I am afraid that when I wake up, it will be dazzling sunshine again. ...

I like quiet nights, and the moonlight shines on the earth, which is quiet and comfortable.

The wind blew over my cheek again, and the moonlight somehow got in and sprinkled on the fish. The scales on fish are green, like ghosts.

I sat up and saw the fish swimming in the moonlight. I gently stirred the water with a glass rod. The fish dodged the impact of the glass rod and tilted his head to talk to me: "although you gave me the best, I don't know what I really need." I lost my freedom under the barrier of this glass. Looking at the busy life of mankind, I will miss the past. Even if there are winds, waves and dangers, I still like it. You humans have changed me. " Hearing this, I smiled coldly: "Then you have no right to choose." It swam around, swam back to its original place, stared at me with bright eyes and said, "Yes, I really don't have the right to choose, but aren't you humans the same?" It is also a imprisoned fish. Is there a right to choose? "It's like a thorn in my heart.

Quietly, my tears rolled down my cheeks and suddenly I saw those old scenes. "But ... but we humans will adapt, constantly change in adaptation, and work hard, and we will never be like you. Fish like you can only be weak among humans. " "That's good, you must not be weak ..."

The fish said with a strange smile. The moonlight darkened and the color of the fish disappeared.

Suddenly, the door opened. "What are you doing? Still not sleeping? " "Look at this fish." As soon as I turned around, I bumped into my mother's frightened expression. "This fish died early this evening. Seeing that you were studying, I didn't go in to deal with it. I want to throw it away tomorrow ... "

Lying in bed again, the night is still as quiet as nothing happened. Recalling the scenes just now, a confident smile climbed up the corner of my mouth again. Yes, strong, adaptable and hard. ...

Another Sunday, the sunshine became warm and sprinkled in my heart ... Kuang Zhe, Class 3, Grade 8, Qiuzhen Middle School, Qingdao.

Comments: From helplessness and frustration to strength, adaptation and hard work, from night to sunshine, the tortuous psychological course witnessed growth; Take the fish in the fish tank as an analogy, and the hierarchy is clear.