Yangzhou "Middle School Students and Society" Composition Competition

Class 6, Grade 3, Pingzhou No.3 Middle School, Nanhai District, Foshan City, Guangdong Province

"Does the home have a shape?" While creating everything, nature endows them with unique shapes. Then, the home should also have a shape. Home can be round, square or some unknown unique shape.

Round; circular

In the third grade of primary school, in a changeable summer. A gust of wind scared away the sunny morning, and dark clouds came from all directions like a market, sealing the sky tightly. I didn't take an umbrella when I went out in the morning. Watching my classmates go home one by one, I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. I don't know what to do. Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure appeared in the rain-"Mom! Mom! " I hurried to hug my mother, only to find that her clothes had been completely wet by the rain. I looked at my mother with distress, and my mother said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, my mother is late." Say that finish, he took me to the direction of home. Suddenly I found that the raindrops that wet my mother's shoulders just now stopped, but the rain around me kept falling! I looked up and saw a big umbrella on my mother's small umbrella-it turned out to be my father. "Come on, hurry home, don't freeze!" Dad said with concern. In this way, I got home safely under the protection of two umbrellas. My parents who walked outside were soaked, but I didn't touch a drop of rain!

I found that my father, mother and I formed a warm home. From the moment I was born, my parents gave me selfless care like a treasure. My home is like a circle. I am the center of this circle. My parents hold my hand and try to protect me and give me warmth and happiness. They use their bodies to keep all the ups and downs out of the circle-just to give me a quiet space and let me grow up healthily.

triangle

In the third grade, I started a new life-staying in school. I began to learn to stand on my own feet, to face the pain and joy of life alone, and to spread from the center of the circle to the periphery. My parents are no longer with me, so I can only face setbacks alone. Dad works in other places and seldom has time to go home. Mom is also busy with her own career. I can't spoil them like before, we are all facing our own problems. Every month, my parents write to me, asking for help and encouraging me. I will often send some greeting cards to my parents, hoping to convey my concern. I found that my home has become like a triangle-I, my father and my mother are three vertices. Although there is a distance between the two, there is also a line pulling, supporting and encouraging each other. Although our family spends less time together, our home has not become strange because of this, but has become closer and stronger because of this spiritual support.

square

The pond is the home of fish, the forest is the home of birds, and the earth is the home of human beings ... For a middle school student, a class is also a home.

In this family, dozens of our classmates are in the same family, but they compete with each other. Before a competition, my opponent and I were studying hard. Suddenly I met a problem I didn't understand. I looked at her not far away and felt a contradiction in my heart: should I ask her? Time is so tight, will she teach me? ..... "Is there anything I don't understand, can you teach me?" Her voice suddenly sounded, and I couldn't help feeling ashamed, but then I explained it to her enthusiastically. Then, I exchanged my learning experience with her, which benefited me a lot and solved our problems. The results came out. She and I both won the first prize.

I found that the shape of my home is square, just like a spacious and bright classroom. Dozens of people help and promote each other, making our home more and more United and indestructible. It is like a garden: our teacher is the most diligent gardener, and we are budding flowers, assiduously absorbing the nutrients of knowledge. What a harmonious scenery in the sun!

"Our home is beautiful and lovely, bless you, our home ..." The song echoed in my ears, and I finally understood that the home is round-full of warmth; Home is triangular-take care of each other; The family is flat and helps each other.

(Instructor: Wu Zhihai)

Comments: At first glance, the title of this article is novel; Looking closely, the three metaphors about the shape of home in the article are even more ingenious; After the narration, several discussions about "discovery" and "discovery" revealed the profound connotations of the three metaphors of "circle", "triangle" and "square", which are appropriate and refreshing, and I believe readers who have read this article will be amazed.

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Happy new home

Li Shouyan, Class 7, Grade 1, New World School, Guangzhou City, Guangdong Province [Korea]

When I first left Korea and came to China, I was full of curiosity about this ancient civilization with a splendid culture of 5,000 years. In my mind, I am looking for antique ancient buildings, small bridges and flowing water, birds and flowers ... However, when we got off the plane, the sight in front of me confused me. Where is China in my dream?

Look! Mercedes-Benz, Audi and Buick are speeding on the wide road ... Oh, my God! It's incredible. Did the plane land in the wrong place? This is not a dream China, a backward home, but a modern metropolis! There are many tall buildings, and overpasses are all forced into your eyes. There are colorful flowers and plants in the middle of the wide road. On both sides of the road are all kinds of tall trees and busy cars, driving happily on the road, and the bus keeps reporting strange place names ... I was shocked by everything in front of me!

When the taxi stops at Baiyun Golf Community, neat buildings are located between flowers and green trees. The green outside the building gives people a warm feeling. People here dress like Koreans, and I feel at home inexplicably. When we got off the taxi, the driver said, "Thank you!" When he seeks change. Not knowing Chinese at that time made me tremble. They are so polite! When we buy things and talk to the landlord, what I see from their eyes is kindness, kindness and friendliness! I'm so touched-this is really a true fairy tale!

For this "fairy tale" in front of me, I have always wanted to pursue the mystery hidden behind her. What magic is at work? In recent years, I have been watching the changes around me every day: the roads are widening, overpasses are getting higher and higher, subways are getting deeper and deeper, and trains are getting faster and faster! Finally, one day I found the answer. ...

One day, I went to Zeng Weiqi's house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I saw her grandfather looking through the photo album, and his face was full of joy. Zeng Weiqi and I are running around. Her grandfather smiled and pointed to the black and white photos on the album and said, "Too fast! Too fast! " Her grandfather looked at us blankly and said seriously, "Look, children, this photo was taken by Wei Qi's father when he was 6 years old. Take a closer look. Behind him is Guangzhou Street more than 30 years ago. At that time, two floors were rare and the roads were narrow. Many people live in low-rise tile houses, which are dark and damp. It's even more unlucky if it rains! Hey, thanks to his old Deng Man Xiaoping, he designed a grand blueprint for China. Reform and opening up have made Guangzhou rich, and we have this happy home today! " Grandpa is busy showing us colorful family photos this year, only to see their family laughing happily in the spacious and bright hall. ...

At this time, there was news on TV. Only the host said, "In 20 10, Guangzhou will host the Asian Games, and the government will invest 2 billion RMB to renovate the venues and surrounding living environment. For Guangzhou, this is a small expense, and the Asian Games will bring us a better tomorrow! " Grandpa listened and said happily, "Yes, Guangzhou's tomorrow will be better and our days will be better!" " "Our hearts exulted. Let's drink to a happy home tomorrow!

This is my happy new home in China.

(Instructor: Ye Huiqing)

Comments: It's touching that a teenager from other places regards Guangzhou as his "home". The scenes such as "Mercedes-Benz is flying" and "flowers and green trees" in the article seem to be handy, showing the face of this "happy new home". And fluent language may make us think that this article was written by a Korean teenager.

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Zhao Shen, Class 0/0, Grade 2, Guangzhou No.2 Middle School, Guangdong Province

The sky is the home of the eagle, the forest is the home of the tiger and the ocean is the home of the fish. So, where is my home?

-inscription

(1) search

"Home" is a very strange and familiar word. "What is home? Where is home? " I'm only 14 years old, and I'm thinking about this for the first time.

My home, is it home after school every day? Don't! Just a stopover. Although I am familiar with it, although I have spent a lot of time decorating it, it is still not enough to call it my home. Home gives me a feeling that I shouldn't just be familiar with it.

My home is Guangzhou, where I was born and raised? Don't! Whenever I see the brightly lit Guangzhou City and the endless stream of Guangzhou City, I always feel beautiful and brilliant ... illusory and far away. Home should not be kind, how can it be illusory and distant?

My home, where is it?

(2) Confusion

I always hear my parents say, "Our hometown is Guilin, which is a beautiful city. There, there are our roots. " My heart trembled: Is my home Guilin?

I remember 10 years old, my parents set foot on the land of Guilin. Looking at the warm black soil under your feet, it seems deja vu. Is this the smell of home?

"Hey, come and help." It was my mother who called me there. After a short walk, I felt very scared: some big German shepherds, when they saw strangers, would pounce angrily, bark loudly and vaguely see yellow fangs. A huge German shepherd surrounded me, and I was too scared to move. My aunt found my predicament and came to drive away some German shepherds. She smiled and comforted me and said, "These dogs are all like this. They are very fierce. Rush up when you see a stranger. " "Stranger?" I'm a little shocked. Indeed, no matter how much I like the warm black soil here, how much I like the beautiful landscape here, and how much I like the simple customs here, I am just a passer-by and a stranger to this land.

Guilin is the root of my parents. Here are all the wonderful memories of their childhood. But for me, Guilin is just a beautiful landscape painting, just the words behind the native place in the household registration book.

Back in Guilin, mom and dad found their roots. So, where is my root? Where can I find my home?

(3) Epiphany

"Look at you, you are dressed so thin again. The weather is getting colder. You should put on more clothes, or you will catch a cold. "

"I see. It's annoying to say this every day! " A dialogue that is repeated as usual every day. I think my mother is always nagging.

"I'm going to Nanjing on business tomorrow for a week, and your father will go to Shanghai in a couple of days. We are not at home, you should take care of yourself, and don't catch a cold when we come back. I went to the supermarket to buy some noodles. When I was hungry, I went to the kitchen by myself. It's getting cold these days. Don't kick the quilt when sleeping at night. Remember to put on more clothes. And ... "I cheered liberation in my mind, but my mother didn't listen.

The long-awaited "Liberation Day" has finally arrived! However, things didn't go as smoothly as I thought.

After finishing my homework, I went to the kitchen to cook noodles. The gas stove hit three or four times before it hit. After putting the noodles in the pot, I went to the living room to watch TV. I was careless, and the water overflowed the pot. I have to clean it with a rag and then "enjoy" my bowl of delicious noodles. Alas! I went to bed after a terrible dinner. The next morning, as my mother expected, I caught a bad cold. Confused by the cold, I had to call my mother for help.

My mother was anxious when she heard it on the phone, saying that she wanted to book a plane ticket and would be right back.

I lay groggy in bed, waiting for my mother to come back. In the dark, I felt a hand on my forehead, which was cold and comfortable ... "I told you not to kick the quilt when sleeping, and put on more clothes at ordinary times, but you just wouldn't listen." Look, you have a cold! " Lying in my mother's arms and listening to her nagging, I think it is a kind of enjoyment. ...

I opened my eyes and found myself in the hospital ward. The ward is filled with the unpleasant smell of Suzhou water. I don't know why, but I feel very warm and familiar. What is wrong with me? Looking down, I saw my mother holding my hand tightly, delicate and gentle. At this time, a familiar warm current welled up in my heart. I was shocked, and suddenly it dawned on me that it was not the ward that made me feel warm and familiar, but my mother's hand. Mother's hand, soft and warm, soothed my illness and calmed my anxiety. ...

(4) the answer

I am familiar with the furnishings at home; I am familiar with the bustling Guangzhou; I am familiar with the warm and thick black soil in Guilin; I am familiar with it. ...

I have too many familiar things. Is familiarity the feeling of home?

Don't! I firmly believe that a real home can give me spiritual comfort. Home is where I can heal when I fall; It is a place where I can rely when I want to rest; It is the first place I want to share after my success, and it is my root. ...

I finally found the answer to the question, my home: not the home I go back to every day, not the city where I grew up, nor the beautiful Guilin, but my parents and their arms.

Mom and dad's arms, so ordinary, are just a small world built by a pair of ordinary parents for their children; Mom and dad's arms are so wide that they can hold the whole world.

Mom and dad's arms, my home, my roots …

(5) Postscript

Home is a harbor, docked with a boat;

Home is a ship carrying dreams;

Home is a dream, helping to weave wings;

Home is a flying wing.

Fly, fly, fly, fly to the real home, fly to mom and dad's arms.

In the arms of my parents, I will get a pair of new wings and continue to fly. ...

(Instructor: Dong Suixing)

Comments: From search and confusion to epiphany and solution, the author did not simply fix "home" on the city and residence, but built "mom and dad's arms" into a deeper spiritual home.

The article also uses a short poem as a postscript to express the author's poetic feelings about his native land.

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Zhong Er Zhaolvxiu Memorial Middle School Zhu Zuying

I asked: Do you want candy?

The child replied: No.

I asked again: Do you want new clothes?

The child replied: No.

I asked confidently: Do you want 1 million?

The child still answered without hesitation: no, no!

I asked the child what he really wanted.

The child replied: I want a home. A home that gives me warmth and can protect me.

I asked: Are you afraid of the dark?

The child replied: Not afraid.

I ask again: Are you afraid of monsters?

The child replied: I am not afraid.

I persistently asked: Are you so afraid of death?

The child answered without fear: no!

I asked the child what he was afraid of, and the child replied: Not at all, because I have a home, a home that loves me forever and embraces me.

Children are running under the clear sky; In the cloudless sky of Wan Li, home flies at will;

Let's play hide-and-seek to see who can catch his home the fastest.

(Instructor: Zheng Yanfang)

Comments: The little poet sang his love and attachment to home in simple language. The poem is not long, but the image is full and the theme is concentrated. The little poet also noticed the use of rhyme and rhythm, which is really rare.

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Happy family

Zhao Xudong, Class 3, Grade 1, No.16 Middle School, Guangzhou City, Guangdong Province

Although there are only three people in my family, there are two schools, my father and my mother alone. Every day, the two factions are "fighting", which is always fierce at the beginning and happy at the end. Last summer vacation, it was a "bonfire party".

The first battle: the battle of air conditioning. A few years ago, I installed an air conditioner at home, and only turned on the air conditioner a few times the summer before last, and my mother didn't complain. But last year, the heat wave hit people, and the "situation" was extremely urgent. Turn on the air conditioner for half a day every day. My father and I stayed in the air-conditioned room all day without saying a word. At this time, my mother, who has always believed that "life lies in sports", got angry and shouted, "Stay in the air-conditioned room all day, don't read or watch TV, and don't move. How can this go on? When there was no air conditioning, people like you died? Turn on the air conditioner! There is also electricity, you pay this month! " At first, my father and I always argued with her. Then we closed the door and let my mother quarrel outside. My dad said, "I'll pay the electricity bill this month." Don't come in if you are not afraid of the heat! " I don't know how many days later, my mother stopped arguing. Under the siege of the heat wave, she also entered the air-conditioned room, which was out of control. I was washed to the floor, but I slept in my own cot.

World War II: Football World Cup. My father and I are fanatical fans. How can you not watch the "World Cup" football match every four years? Every night, we get up on time to enjoy it. But the good times didn't last long, and my mother had another opinion: "How can I sleep when the TV is so noisy?" I'll turn down the volume soon. "You also is really of, don't sleep at night, sleep during the day, this football have what good-looking of? Can't you watch the replay tomorrow? " "Mom, look outside, watching TV everywhere, there are still many people waiting! Besides, we will know the result tomorrow, and it will be tasteless if we look at it again! " Mom also wants to say that I quickly kicked her out. However, the "first movement in the world" has "magic" after all. Under the vigorous promotion of advertising media and the "encouragement" of my father and me, my mother actually got up at five o'clock one day to watch the second-half game and overtime, but unfortunately she didn't score a goal. Mom was not satisfied and watched enough World Cup videos in the next few days. In her own words: "There are two and a half fans in our family!"

This scene of "Hi" drama is a true portrayal of my family's daily life.

Just as I was writing this composition, I couldn't help laughing when I wrote something interesting. My mother put her head in and said, "Silly boy, what are you laughing at yourself?" I laughed even harder.

I love my family, and I like the fun it brings me.

(Instructor: Huang Hui)

Comments: This paper selects two small things in family life as the material, and takes "firefight" as the metaphor, which reflects the process from conflict to happy solution, highlights the harmony and fun of family life, writes with life flavor, and the language is simple but vivid.

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On that green field.

Yu Guangdong Chaoping Normal Experimental Middle School Class 6, Grade 2

Time runs normally in its orbit, and economists are constantly changing its concept. Everything in the past will always pass, and it will always be taken lightly. But the green field in my heart is always so sacred and will always be remembered in my heart. She is the most beautiful home. ...

Blue sky, green land and clear water; Sunset, rice waves, wooden bridges; It's clear and simple, but charming, like a painting.

Childhood is given by this vast world. There are no dolls and no playgrounds. Only the blue sky and green land wash my mind, enlighten my thoughts and infect my soul.

In the dull days, I realized the dull happiness. My grandparents accompanied me through my childhood. My kind grandfather will tell me stories about stars. The starry sky on a summer night is always full of fantasy and yearning. In the small courtyard, grandpa sat in a chair polished by years, slapping his woven fan leisurely, which was very rough. With the fragrance of tea, I looked at the night sky and fell asleep gradually. In my dream, I danced with the stars ...

Every morning, the rooster crows, "giggle-",and the crisp crow resounds through this quiet land. When I woke up from my dream, my mouth was still smiling. It turned out to be just a dream, a beautiful dream. The sky is hazy and bright, and the east is a fish-belly white. Grandma also got up and started her busy day. I always follow her, laughing and laughing. Grandma said I looked like a crazy girl.

Walking in the morning fog, we went to fetch water, and countless footprints were left on the winding path, which was long and endless.

I like herding cattle very much. My grandmother led the cow, and I rode on its back, singing all the way. Here we are. There are other children on the grass. Grandma tied the cow to a tree and went to work for her, so I became active. I rolled on the grass with other children, went to the ravine to have a water fight and picked flowers to make garlands. Loud laughter rippled. Passers-by always look back at these happy birds. When you are thirsty, drink the spring water in the mountains; Hungry, pick litchi from the tree; Tired, I lay on the grass, resting my arms, looking at the blue sky and listening to the gurgling spring, and my heart was full of reverie.

This is my childhood home, my childhood life, this vast field may be ordinary, but it is pure, and that faint taste may be the real happiness.

But now it's like a dream. I woke up and left the world that once belonged to me. In reality, I also get a lot of love and live a happy life, but I will never feel that way again. Life is so fast that there is no time to look at the stars anymore; Life is no longer simple, and you can no longer laugh and cry calmly. Many times you need to hide, even if you are injured, you can only "laugh". There is a new term in life-"competition". Competition means that you chase after me, which means that the carefree days are gone forever.

Every time I am sad, I will think of that home, and then I will hear the laughter rippling on the grass.

Every time I fail, I will think of that home, and then I will see that beautiful world.

Every time, when I am lonely, I will think of that home, and then I will see the happy birds on the grass.

Suddenly one day, I was very tired and fell asleep unconsciously. In my dream, my grandmother called me a crazy girl. On the grass, children are playing, and the afterglow of the sunset is all over the earth. Stepping on the sunset, leading the cattle, stepping on the soft grass and walking through the endless rice fields. At night, listening to the story of the stars, accompanied by the fragrance of tea, I fell asleep ...

(Instructor: Yu Mude)

Comments: This article vividly and delicately describes the pastoral scenery of my childhood hometown, and also emotionally tells the family memories of my childhood. The author seems to have realized the truth of "ordinary-innocence-happiness" through review, which may make many people feel the same way.

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Blog, the harbor of my soul.

Cai Tingting, Class Two, Grade Two, No.16 Middle School, Guangzhou City, Guangdong Province

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. In the new era, new human beings, blogs have come into our lives.

Blog, my favorite home, a spiritual home and a spiritual harbor, I will think of it when I am tired. ...

My family was founded on August 8, 2006. I came across a classmate's blog and thought it was fresh and fun, so I opened one myself. I didn't expect a temporary "impulse" to create such a beautiful home.

If a blog is abandoned, leaving only a blank page, then opening it is boring. I spent a lot of time decorating my home. The layout of the blog involves a lot of computer knowledge, and my computer level is very poor, so I can only look for help myself, step by step, and change a beautiful template first. The variety of templates makes me dizzy. I still chose a simple style, clear and natural, and I won't feel burdensome. Creation needs inspiration, and inspiration needs a good environment. The background style of a blog almost determines the feelings contained in your article. I prefer ordinary and simple style when writing articles. Only true feelings can arouse people's voices, and greatness can be nurtured in the ordinary. You don't need flowery words, just delicate writing.

During the holiday, the initial construction of the blog took me almost half a month, just sitting in front of the computer and shaking the mouse every day. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. I learned how to add time monitor, weather forecast and calendar. My blog home page is brand-new, from the original bland to full of vitality and spring. I also found unprecedented pleasure from it. This home is really great!

It is not enough to have a glamorous appearance, but the substantial content is the most important. So, I published the diary that my teacher asked me to write every day during the holiday. It's like building a house, repairing a bridge and a shop in your home, and finally you have something substantial.

I classified the blog posts. "Flowers bloom and flowers fall" to write news; "The past is like sand", which is used to recall the past; "Little Guang Lin" is used to collect paragraphs on the Internet; "Mind mapping" is generally sentiment, essays and the like; "I have to read" and reprint some good-looking articles; "playing all over the world" refers to many online games that play people; Recently, I also created a novel column, and I am going to write my own short story.

Teenagers don't know what it's like to worry. They fall in love with blogs and blogs, saying they are worried about new works.

I also spend the rest of my life keeping a diary and publishing articles on my blog. Not only has my computer level improved, but my typing speed has also improved. I really can't live without it in this family.

It was in that day when the keyboard followed my heart that I really discovered the meaning of life.

The past holidays were spent in games, which was too empty. With a blog, we record what happens every day, only to find that there are so many beautiful things in life worth doing and seeing. People should go higher and fly farther, see more beautiful things, experience love and care in life, listen to nature and feel beautiful scenery. I also feel that my life has become more fulfilling. Every time I finish my blog, if I find that I wasted my time today, I will regret it, and then I will make up my mind not to waste my time.

Blogging has changed my character. I used to be a careless person, neither quiet nor smart. Blog makes me calm down and taste life. Looking forward to the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, not for trampling, but for feeling "endless gathering and dispersion." This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? "The announcement of my blog quoted Cao Xueqin's" A Unique Topic ":"The paper is full of absurd words and a bitter tear. Dou Yun's author is stupid, who knows the taste? "

I recorded all the happy and unhappy things in my blog, and what impressed me most was my travel notes during my holiday. This makes me feel that this is the most wonderful trip. After coming back from Huangshan, I didn't see the garden or go downstairs for two days in a row. I desperately write travel notes. Describe in detail every detail, every feeling and every picture in the five-day journey. Unlike the previous trip, I came back with nothing recorded and my mind was blank. Only when you put all your feelings into the blog home can you have a meaningful time. Now, from time to time, I can always present a beautiful picture of the past by looking over the travel notes with a total of more than 5 thousand words.

My home is not always sunny, there are sunny days, and of course there are cloudy days. I usually review my unsatisfactory exam results. In that frustrated and melancholy day, my blog home was the habitat of my soul. It taught me not to complain about others, but to be optimistic about the temper of life. If I cross this wonderful scenery, I will have a different flavor.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I gave up the candlelight night tour and chose to sit in front of the computer and linger at the blogger's home, singing Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon", "Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking sadly at the north".

Now my blog hit rate has also broken 2500, and there is a music player on the page, and all my favorite songs are put in; Add an album and send your own photos; This home is full of colorful birds and flowers. Every weekend, I like to go to my blog house and forget the disputes in the world. Here, I have been cultivated, studied, honed and enjoyed, my thoughts have been released as never before, my literary talent has been displayed, and flowing water has poured out like a spring. Where else can I find that carefree feeling besides the blog house?

Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. I wanted to say that I was still resting, but I said "What a wonderful blog"!

My blog address: /u/ 12486 16720, welcome to visit!

(Instructor: Chen Qionghuan)