There are five 800-word compositions in the senior high school entrance examination, the theme of which is "I have my wonderful".

1. I have a wonderful composition of 800 words for the senior high school entrance examination.

It's another rainy day. What I hate most is rainy days. People's hearts seem to sing with the falling rain.

In the crowd, I went upstream with a colorful umbrella. People seem to show their nature. You squeeze me, I squeeze you. The face is cold and there is no smile. You know, I won't come out in this weather without a special reason. If my mother hadn't sent me an umbrella in a hurry, I might have stayed at home to avoid the nasty rain.

Wow, I don't know which pool I stepped on, and I'm too lazy to do it. I just took a big step and kept going. After breaking through many "anti-lock lines", we finally reached a road with few people. What is rare is that this usually deserted path is surrounded by a group of people. People are so crowded that they can't see anything.

After trying to jump up many times to see what happened, I couldn't help thinking: Who said concentration is the essence? So, I changed a set of policies: seeing the needle. Finally, with my unremitting efforts, I squeezed into the encirclement. I don't know if I didn't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it. Sitting on the ground is an old lady of about 60 years old. She seems to have slipped, but she can't get up sitting on the ground.

Why didn't anyone help her? I can't help wondering. I heard the people next to me whisper, "This must be touching porcelain, so I won't be fooled!" " "Say that finish, also looked at my grandmother with disdain. This seems to have caused a buzz in the crowd, and people nodded in agreement. At this time, a primary school student wanted to go up and help the old woman, but before walking a few steps, he was dragged back by his mother and said, "Don't help her, you don't know, he will depend on us." The pupil hesitated for a while, and finally turned around and followed his mother.

Hearing this, the grandmother on the ground struggled to get up, but in vain. I looked at her, and grandma's face gradually overlapped with mine. What if the person who fell here is my grandmother and there are a group of people watching? No, I walked up to my grandmother and hugged her in surprise. People around you are talking about it: "This little girl is stupid and asked for it."

I have my wonderful, how can those indifferent people understand? The old lady gave me a grateful look and said, "Thank you." I responded with a smile. Fortunately, grandma's house is not far away. After seeing her home, I hurried to my mother's office alone.

On the way, I thought, what if the old lady really touched porcelain? Then I'm not afraid. Nowadays, people in the society are too indifferent, and they often completely deny it because of some cases. Indifferent people will not understand my wonderful, but I want to tell people with my wonderful, helpful is also wonderful.

In the rain, I jumped forward and announced my wonderful to the world.

I have my 800-word excellent composition for the senior high school entrance examination.

Everyone has their own wonderful things. The wonder of bamboo lies in persistence, persistence in ups and downs. And my wonderful thing is that I don't admit defeat.

That time I sat in the music classroom, seemingly calm, but uneasy, because the next is my exam.

"Next", the three words in the music teacher's mouth made my mood fall to the bottom.

Reluctantly, I stood up trembling, and then there was a silence. "Sing!" The teacher motioned for me to start quietly, but my voice was terrible and out of tune. How should I sing? People like me who can't sing in public in front of classmates won't make a fool of me! But I still have to take music lessons. Well, what should I do?

"Hurry up, or I will fail you." The teacher ignored my timidity and said mercilessly, "Just sing."

I don't want to face the failing column on my report card, so I have to bite the bullet and start singing! But the thought that my classmates would laugh at me made me panic.

"..." I tried to open my mouth and finally sang it, but it was as small as a mosquito. I heard the voices of my classmates. My heart is pounding, which seems to drown out my singing. I listened to my classmates' comments and taunts, and my heart was full of dissatisfaction.

This unyielding attitude makes me brave. I sang loudly, and my song was full of unyielding. Slowly, I have some confidence in my heart. I sang louder and louder until the whole classroom was full. I must admit that my songs are not pleasant to listen to, but my unyielding attitude has given me invisible strength, which allows me to sweep away all difficulties and break through myself.

Gradually, the buzz in the classroom disappeared. I know it is my indomitable spirit that keeps them from laughing at me. At that time, my heart was no longer timid, but full of perseverance. When I looked at the teacher again, the teacher's expression was no longer heartless, but silent encouragement and relief. I finished singing this song loudly again.

I think singing lies not in your level, but in your confidence, not in the result, but in the process, not in others, but in yourself. Don't look down on yourself because of others, but have an indomitable spirit and fight bravely with your own spirit.

I have a wonderful composition of 800 words for the senior high school entrance examination.

I have my wonderful, I am a different me, and a sweet and loud song came from the depths of my memory. After years of dust, this song still shines in the depths of my memory, reminding me that gold will always shine.

Yes, as long as it is gold, it will shine. Looking back on Grade Three, I will always be lonely. In class, I will always sit in the corner of the classroom with my head down, never dare to raise my hand to speak, never dare to raise my head confidently and answer questions loudly. At that time, I will always be a small sand in the dust. No, I want to refute: I have my own wonderful.

_ Grade I have changed. I actively raise my hand and speak loudly in class. Responding to my thunderous applause, I played happily with my classmates after class, and I laughed heartily on the playground. On June 1 June, my name appeared in the award ceremony of Children's Day, which made me very happy, and it was still in grade _ _. I didn't know I had many wonderful things until I went to junior high school.

The Chinese teacher asked us to appreciate ancient poems that day, which was different from our primary school. We stood on the podium and enjoyed it. Who will appreciate this ancient poem? The Chinese teacher asked patiently. Going or not? Just as I hesitated, a voice sounded from my heart: "Seize the opportunity and go!" " "me!" I held my hand high and the teacher said, "You are so brave. "After listening to the teacher, my heart jumped, but I was still very nervous.

The ancient poem we appreciate today is Du Fu's Spring Hope. At first, I was a little nervous when I spoke. My hands are sweaty and my legs are shaking. A noise sounded, and I immediately ate a reassurance. I'm not so nervous anymore. Du Fu was a realistic poet in Tang Dynasty. The poet used his appearance to highlight his feelings of worrying about the country and the people. ...

As I spoke, I briskly drew on the blackboard. I can't help falling into it, as if I were Du Fu who was worried about the country and people. "Finally, let's praise this great poet!" Thank you, I bowed deeply to everyone, and there was a storm of applause from the audience.

At that moment in junior high school, I felt that my classmates were like scattered warm sunshine, encouraging me and letting me interpret my wonderful things with my own abilities and actions.

In the youth of hula dancing, in my dull memory, there are still dazzling flowers, which used to be beautiful to me. In the future, I will have more wonderful flowers to decorate my dull memory.

I have a wonderful composition of 800 words for the senior high school entrance examination.

Meteors across the sky, showing the tenacity and brilliance of meteors; Silkworm cocoon emerges from the cocoon, showing the brilliance of silkworm. Everyone will have their own wonderful. Also because of erhu, I showed my own wonderful.

I want to learn erhu because I often see a blind man on my way to school. There is a bowl at his feet, and under the sunglasses are the traces of time and the vicissitudes of time. A few strands of silver hair are floating in the wind, and my eyes are half narrowed. The tune is sometimes deep, sometimes bright, sometimes crisp, and sometimes vigorous. The tune seems to have become a cloud fluttering with veils and ribbons, and suddenly it falls into the pool like a clear spring from a mountain ... The old man seems to be sitting by the pool, playing the erhu with ecstasy.

A bow, two strings, and the mournful erhu sound strike a chord. Whenever I make small achievements, the sound of the piano can calm people down, but when I fail, it seems to ring around me and soothe my heart.

My erhu teacher surnamed Wang is very strict with me. Pull the bow, push the bow, press your fingers and adjust the string. If there is any problem, she will definitely point it out loudly and then come back. Because of this, I am much more careful. I was scolded until I burst into tears, and I insisted on not crying. At first, I was full of enthusiasm and always practiced tirelessly, so I made rapid progress. It wasn't long before I passed Band 6. Gradually, when I passed erhu level 6, it became more and more difficult to go up. Numerous etudes are complicated and easy work. After practicing several times every night, I can't break a melody, and my temper is getting more and more irritable and impatient.

Until the teacher wants to teach me "two springs reflecting the moon"

As a representative work of erhu, "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" is much simpler than other complicated tracks. However, there is nothing I can do about it. I only have its shape without its god. But the teacher is not as strict with me as before, and even kind to me. In order to let me play well in the next competition. The teacher told me a short story about A Bing, a blind man. He lost his mother when he was young. At the age of 34, he didn't make many friends, so he was blind ... For such a tragic life experience, he never wavered in his love for erhu. Hearing this, what reason do I have not to study hard and practice erhu well? I have been practicing hard before the game, and I was recognized by the judges during the game. Because of A Bing, a blind man, and the blind man who picked up the erhu on the way after school, I persisted and showed my brilliance in the erhu.

The eagle challenges the sky and the grass will cover the earth next spring. In my heart, erhu is a beautiful thing that I can never give up!

I have a wonderful composition of 800 words for the senior high school entrance examination.

Because the sky is vast, people look to it. The earth is respected by people because of its massiness. And I, a little me, have my own wonderful because of my hard work. When I was a child, I could only play football with children, and I always cast my envious eyes on the basketball court. Because of my young age and short stature, my desire for basketball can only be hidden in my heart and expressed in my eyes. Therefore, there is an inferiority complex. Occasionally watching an NBA game, I saw a "grass"-nate robinson, who is generally more than 2 meters tall, found his own stage. He is so flexible and confident. I think I can also find my own stage. Since then, I have been practicing hard every day, covering every subtle movement, every standard posture and every dexterous step. I have been practicing repeatedly in my heart, hoping to show my brilliance on the court one day. As long as you put your heart into it, everything will be solved. In the third grade, the height increased dramatically, and with familiar movements, he was successfully selected for the school team.

I'm on the stage, and it's time to show myself. Under the guidance and hard training of teachers, my skills have become famous. At this time, I want to participate in the competition and show my talents.

Not long after, I watched another NBA game, and Webber, nicknamed "Little Potato", actually topped the giant Yao Ming, which surprised me. Then I was impressed and determined to learn how to block shots.

But after telling the coach this determination, he laughed it off. I thought I would get approval, but I was left out, and my anger burned slowly. I have strengthened my study of shot blocking and practiced jumping 30 times a day. If physical education class has one-on-one, I will try to cover him five times. Sure enough, my jumping ability has been greatly improved.

Training for a thousand days, fighting for a while. I am the main force in the primary school basketball game, and I want to show my brilliance. First of all, my height is dominant, so I want to jump the ball. The opponent is a short man, but he has long heard his name and his jumping ability is surprisingly good. The referee whistled and I jumped up at the same time. I touched the ball, but he almost touched it. I used my quick wits to smash the ball backhand immediately. After rebounding, I picked up the ball and prepared for layup. The opponent came to a chopping block and was blocked by me. At first glance, there is an empty seat. The man immediately noticed him running to the basket. I threw the chopping block off with a feint and passed the ball. 2:0。 My efforts in blocking shots can't be useless! When the opponent makes a fast break, I will hold the basket, yo! If you want to make a layup, you have to pass me first. As soon as I cut my hand, I rushed over and jumped with all my strength. At the same time, I reached out and made a "big hot pot". Haha, enjoy it. Finally, I succeeded.

Entering junior high school, I joined the school basketball team again. On this stage, I shine infinitely. On this stage, I will continue to be wonderful.