Full score composition narrative in college entrance examination

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Chapter 1: I know this trip is difficult and dangerous, but I really can't let go of the children there. I think I might come back. You should take good care of yourselves here and don't worry about me. -Leave this message and start your journey.

I clung the heavy luggage to my body. Searching for empty seats carefully, the carriage is full of old musty smell, which I really thought was abandoned a few years ago. The air is also mixed with the smell of children's urine and inferior cigarettes smoked by middle-aged men. Everything is very similar to the trip to Tibet last month. It took about twenty minutes to find a quiet place in the corner. The man opposite was so tired that his head fell on the table. Then, I open the window to let fresh air in. At this time, I saw the familiar and unfamiliar scenery outside. I know. It's almost there. I took the train from Zigong, Sichuan to the border dam, but it was only five hours. However, my disappearance for a month is about a year in the eyes of children.

Some children who can't climb mountains because of Kaschin-Beck disease are still very young, and some are in their twenties. Last month, as a teacher, I came to this poor and backward special school full of smiles because of my one-month teaching action.

Have they grown taller? Should Nora be fatter? I thought in the usual way and found that I was wrong. Children suffering from severe Kaschin-Beck disease due to vitamin deficiency will never grow tall or fat, and only when they are sick will they form a height difference. Thinking of this, I felt something in my throat, and I began to choke up, only to find that the dam had arrived.

The children were sunbathing when they found a figure coming. They stared at it uniformly. Who could it be? They never thought it was me, which can be seen from their surprised smiles when I walked up to them. "Teacher, you shouldn't have come back." The boy who was precocious because of the disaster spoke to me in blunt Chinese. I remember his name was Asi, and his mother abandoned him because of illness. He whispered to me that they never expected a teacher, because they always came for a month and left and never came back. At that time, I told him, "No, at least I won't."

Yes, how can I leave? I like the blue sky, white clouds, indigo mountains and swift rivers of the dam. More importantly, there are a group of optimistic and strong children who are suffering from difficulties. I distributed the stationery I brought to the children, and then I planned to contact Brother Zaragu and ask him to deliver rice to the children. At this time, a little girl named Zhuo Ma leaned against the corner and said, "Teacher, go to a crowded city?" I stroked her hair. "hmm." No, this is the result of learning Tibetan for a month, and I don't regret it.

I leaned against the door and looked at the flags flying on the mountains in the distance. Isn't it also silently on the hill, bringing people good luck and good luck? Peace of mind is at the side dam. This place of peace of mind is my hometown. Think of this place as the place where I will die.

Chapter 2: Walking through the wind and rain, life is long, and I will go up and down for it. This means that there is still a long way to go in the pursuit of truth, but I am indomitable and have no regrets and spare no effort to pursue and explore. The road to life is bumpy, the road to success is bumpy and stormy, how many people are eroded by years in the wind and rain, and how many people are struggling in the wind and rain. However, there are often some people. When the beautiful dreams and wishes in your heart collide with the cruelty of reality, your body and mind will become so fragile, so fragile, so vulnerable. When unscrupulous slander falls on you, why can't you accept it calmly, and then there will be pessimism, depression, and complaints. In short, the dreams and beliefs I once had have disappeared without a trace.

In life, setbacks are inevitable. I sigh that the world is changeable and ask the vastness of heaven and earth. I once gave up on myself and felt very confused and helpless. In the face of the passage of time, the diversity of the world, the decline of achievements, the difficulty of returning ambitions, and the myriad thoughts. I have no passion for life. Later, I lost my faith and direction in the days that have passed away and will pass away. Not far from getting lost. If you fail, don't be discouraged. If you fall, you can stand up strongly. If you succeed, don't be arrogant. You must have the determination to meet the new fetters brought by the storm. Don't be afraid of the storm, stop here. Hold up an umbrella and walk around. After the storm, there will be sunshine and you will have hope.

It's not a problem that people are tired when they are alive. It's a problem that people are passive and world-weary, and wandering in tasteless days. How bumpy the road to life is, how tortuous the road to success is, and temporary depression is nothing. As long as you still have dreams, as long as you still have an indestructible heart, and as long as you still have passion for life, fireworks full of sunshine, hope and faith will bloom in your heart, inspiring us to advance on the difficult road, overcome setbacks, overcome difficulties, succeed, never give up, seize the faith of dreams and create a life without regrets.

Don't believe in fate. As long as you work hard and are not afraid of hardships, your fate depends on you. How can I make my wings fly comfortably under the call of the blue sky? With the call from afar, how to make your faith in search depressed in depression? Under the call of success, how can we stop the pursuit of faith? The road to success is bumpy and tortuous. The indomitable figure is a strong arrow that pierces the sky.

Chapter 3: Who pays for our loneliness This winter, I brought my brother from the countryside to spend the New Year with us. At the age of five, he was curious about everything at home. Touch this, touch that. However, children's curiosity often can't last. Soon, he lost interest in our "new weapon" and turned and ran to the door. His behavior caught my attention and followed me to the door. I feel very sad to hear such a conversation.

"Hello, uncle, I'm sister Xi's little cousin. Can I ask your children to go downstairs and set off fireworks? "

"What is Asi? I don't know her. Where's the wild child? Get out. "

Then I heard a loud slam of the door, and the one opposite the door slammed the door hard. A heavy iron gate ruthlessly isolated my thin brother. Looking at his lonely back, my heart seemed to be pricked by a needle. After the pain, I looked at his back and lost in thought.

Today, we live in an era of high-speed operation. We are busy running, chasing, looking for, for career, for life, for everything that is beneficial to us. In such a high-speed rush, we are also losing some things that are extremely precious to us: friendship, family … we don't even have time to watch a small flower bloom. So in this cycle of running around, we began to alienate each other and become strangers to each other. In the end, we became loners who faced everything alone.

In this busy world, we no longer have a collective. A person's life, a person's busyness, a person's sadness, a person's laughter ... We began to miss the past, the life at school, and the bits and pieces with our classmates. Yes, we need a friend to share everything with us. However, we are very busy, and we have no extra time to care about our friendship. When we think of this friendship, we find that it has already rotted, giving off a disgusting stench. In this era of rapid decay of friendship, we have no reason to ask the other party to be responsible for friendship, because no one living in this period can really have a clear conscience about friendship. In fact, no one is lofty, we are all vulgar, and everything we do is inevitably tacky. When asking others, have we ever looked at ourselves, and am I the same? Therefore, I can't be responsible for friendship, so I don't ask what others will pay for my friendship.

We are a poor and lonely species. What we long for is what is abandoned by the high-speed era, but what we pursue is the material needs that we hate. We wander between longing and hope, between matter and spirit. We are people living in the cracks, so we close ourselves up and hope to find a way out, so we are more indifferent, lonely and heartless. ...

Chapter four: I pieced together fragmentary memories in the age of innocence, and went back to that summer that seemed far away from me, back to that age of innocence.

That year, he was ten years old and I was nine years old.

He met me when he went to the menstrual home during the summer vacation. His name is Shen Yi, and he is a lively and cheerful boy. His face is always full of happiness. His happiness and sunshine have been infecting me. My quiet, my shyness, with his arrival, dissipated in the charming summer days.

I have no other friends except him. He is my only playmate in a foreign land. I clearly remember the first time I sat in the back seat of his bike, I was scared, but his driving skills were so good that I admired him. Under his guidance, I learned to ride a bike, but after practicing for a long time, my driving skills are less than one fifth of his. On the road with tall buttonwood trees on both sides, I don't know how much sweat and laughter flowed.

The most interesting thing is that he took me to catch fish. I stood on the ridge, helped him hold the fish basket, and watched him carefully touch the fish in the field. Those clever fish can't escape from his palm. Every time I take a fish from him, I always jump and jump for joy. I accidentally fell into the ground and was covered in mud. I don't mind getting up and holding the fish basket high, for fear that the fish will run out. He looked at me stupidly and smiled.

Every day is "going out early and coming back late", either covered in mud or cutting my clothes or hands, which deeply aroused my aunt's dissatisfaction. She locked me in my room and forbade me to go out to play. After my aunt went to work, I heard Shen Yi calling me. He waved to me outside the window and told me to go out. I shook my head at him helplessly and told him that I couldn't get out. I thought he would get angry and walk away, but I didn't expect him to let me find a rope to climb out. I was very timid at that time, and I didn't know where I got the courage. When I climbed out of the hut, I couldn't believe the feat.

We ran all the way to the hillside in the north, which is our favorite place at ordinary times. Every inch of land has left our footprints and shed our laughter. Everything here confirms our pure friendship. We sat panting on the grass, looked at each other and laughed. On this day, the sun is so bright, the wild flowers are so beautiful, and all the beautiful things seem to gather on this day. We are chasing, slapping, chasing butterflies, catching dragonflies, cicadas, crickets, and the laughter on the hillside, all of which form a pure song. Innocent melody, we write it together. On the hillside, we built a hut with branches, thatch, etc. We decorated the hut with many garlands and used long wicker as curtains. We planted many small trees around the hut and carved our names on each tree. On that happy day, we forgot hunger, fatigue and time, and we didn't realize it was time to go home until night covered the hillside.

When I came back to my aunt's house, I saw gloomy faces. The rope on the ground gave me a bad feeling. My sister said nothing. She picked up the packed luggage and dragged me out. I thought she would scold me or even hit me, but I didn't expect her to send me home.

Just like a dream, that short day became our last moment together. In just a few hours, we were separated by several cities. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him. In the next few days, I recalled every minute we were together. I can't imagine his expression that he couldn't find my pain. I wonder if the hut we built is still there? Have those small trees grown tall? Is the name engraved on the tree vague?

……

Eight years, long and short. For eight years, we haven't contacted or met. Those memories that are deposited in the bottom of my heart are often awakened by something called missing. Those innocent memories, in the eight-year circulation, gradually blurred and dissipated bit by bit.

Later, I wrote him a letter, the content was very simple, I just wanted to continue the friendship eight years ago. But I waited all summer and didn't receive his reply. Perhaps, he has forgotten me, perhaps, we are no longer in the age of innocence.

Memory can't stand the flow of time, and everything stays in that innocent summer.

Chapter 5: Lifeline of Love The first time I saw my father's hand, it was 1995. When my parents got married in the winter, I came across a photo while rummaging through the house. The father in the photo is in high spirits and has long hair that was popular at that time. The hand that reaches out to give someone a cigarette is clean and natural. The back of the hand is a little bronzed, but it is thick and practical, giving people a feeling of strength and spirit.

I looked at the photos for a long time and showed them to my mother excitedly. My mother was a little surprised and asked me where I found it. Before I could speak, she sighed, "Look how young your father was then, and now he is old." I pointed to my father's hand in the photo and said to my mother, "Look, at that time, my father's hands were beautiful, his palms were big and his fingers were long." Mom looked at it for a long time and murmured, "I didn't have a job at that time." Of course my hands are beautiful. Look at his hands now. " I wanted to see what my father's hands are like now, but I forgot because of the delay.

I saw my father's hand again in junior high school. At that time, my classmates didn't know where they learned palm reading. I'm quite convinced that the fairies are pointing their fingers at each other one by one. When I got home, I took my mother's hand and solemnly explained to her: "This is the lifeline, this is the love line, this is the career line …" My father sat next to me and looked at me. I froze when I reached out to hold my father's hand and touched his skin. That kind of feeling reminds me of the trunk of Populus euphratica on the Gobi Desert, which is a gully folded by lifeless dead bark and covered with stinging roughness. I felt a feeling of love in my heart, and I gently moved my father's hand to my eyes to study it. What kind of hand is this? Dark complexion does not reflect a trace of life. Because of dealing with metal engine oil all the year round, nails are covered with black oil stains, large and small scratches all over the back of the hand, and even the scars on the back of the hand are black. This oil stain has deeply soaked his hand with his years of labor and eroded his hand like rusty iron. This hand is in my heart. My eyes are moist, and my heartache turns into sadness. My dear father's hand has changed from smooth and young to old and terrible, but he has never mentioned it to me after so many years of work.

In the misty eyes, I vaguely saw my father working in the hot sun. He squatted on the ground, his hands covered with oil, facing the hot engine, screwing tiny screws, sweating into the smoke of exhaust gas, and the black wound on the back of his hand was covered with red. In the severe winter, he can't stop and sit by the fire to keep warm. Father said that every business is income, and every income can't be given up. For the sake of this family, he also gritted his teeth in the severe winter. Holding an iron tool in his hand, he was bitterly cold and his hand was cracked with cold, like a haggard and dying old man. My father supported this family with his hands.

I scoffed, and I wanted to say to him, "Your lifeline is very long, and I am willing to accompany you to death."

Chapter 6: We are classmates. I will never forget those days when I was a sophomore.

In late spring, the school sports meeting. 100 meter sprint championship final: the competition for the first and second place is between my classmate and xx! Although xx and I are usually good friends, this time it's different. I'm determined to win the championship!

"Take your positions.-Get ready.-Bang!" With a gunshot, I took the lead in an instant, crossed the starting line and rushed forward. Xx followed me closely, chasing after me, and the speed was not worse than mine. The more I run, the more anxious I am. I saw the finish line ahead, and the figure of xx passed by me. I quickly took a big step and wanted to rush forward. But unfortunately, this span fell on xx's foot, and I fell to the ground as a result, and xx was even worse: my knees landed and I fainted. ...

When I was diagnosed, I just scraped my skin, and xx had a slight fracture, so I had to be hospitalized. After consultation between parents of both parties, my dad offered that the expenses other than the insurance premium should be borne by both families. Because of my good grades, I was responsible for making up lessons during xx's hospitalization.

When I got home and heard my father's decision, I was very unhappy and slammed the door. Where does dad understand the seriousness of the problem? I don't care about the financial cost, but I make up lessons for xx and run between home, school and hospital every day. Do I still want my study? The head teacher has listed me as the focus of the whole class, hoping that I can win glory for the class in the whole grade unified examination. This hope will not be dashed now, will it? Xx's grades were not very good, and he didn't fall off work, which didn't have much influence on him. The more I think about it, the more unhappy I am.

Dad opened the door, sat on my bed, looked at my face with the word "resentment" written on it, was silent for a long time, and then said, "Son, the teacher told us all about you, and we know what you are thinking. However, this is a question of morality and conscience. You are not young, think for yourself. "

Think for yourself? I buried my head in my arms and lay down on my desk, thinking aimlessly. Strangely, I suddenly remembered a little thing. The driver accidentally hung up on the old woman. He apologetically asked the passengers to get off the bus and carefully helped the old woman to the hospital. Yes, it's a question of morality and conscience. Lu Xun saw the height of the driver from it.

I looked up and suddenly felt a heroic sadness and a determination of self-sacrifice: I threw caution to the wind for my classmates and friends!

After that, I shuttle back and forth at three o'clock every day. Sometimes I don't even bother to go home for dinner, and I go straight to the hospital after school.

After several months, xx's foot recovered. I took the unified exam with xx. I was among the best, and xx didn't even pull the whole class back.

Xx and his parents came to my house to thank me and gave me a stack of money, saying that I had worked hard.

Where can I receive it? Smiled and declined: "We are classmates."

Chapter 7: More importantly, since childhood, my parents and relatives have been very concerned about my study and achievements. When I got a small gift from my parents for being among the best, and when I was praised by my teachers and classmates for my good grades, I used to think that learning was the most important thing in the world.

However, it was not until six months ago that I found out. ...

I was depressed that night, and my mind was full of papers that had been crossed out. Bright red denied my efforts and made me fall from the enviable heaven to the bottom of the abyss.

When I got home, my mother was serving food in the living room, and my father touched my head with a smile and told me to sit down and eat quickly. I silently took out this report card and handed it to them, waiting for scolding in fear. I still remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, I especially liked watching cartoons without doing my homework. When the final grade came out, my mother picked up the feather pole and greeted me, which made me cry. Since then, I have tried to avoid this pain. I didn't expect it to happen again this time.

"What are you staring at in front of you? Eat! " Mother's voice came. My hands are a little weak, and the fear of pain makes me weak.

"What's the matter? His father, hurry ... "

When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed, and the unique smell of hospital disinfectant got into my nostrils. I can't help sneezing.

"You finally woke up. You scared your mother to death.-Come on, have a drink. You must be thirsty. " My mother took care of me gently with a cup of warm water, and my father took time to cook my favorite braised pork ribs. This kind of warm life is always far away from my world in my opinion-shouldn't my mother scold me for my poor grades this time? Shouldn't dad be on mom's side, silently not helping me?

"Tell mom, what happened? The doctor said you were stimulated. " Facing my mother's serious expression, I finally couldn't help crying.

"The performance decline, didn't test well ..."

"Just for this?" Dad frowned after hearing this.

"... won't hit me? "I asked the truth guiltily.

"Chengdu is an adult, how can we hit you?" Mother looked at me puzzled.

"But, when I was a child, you played hard. At that time, you scolded me as soon as your grades dropped, and gave me something if you got good grades. There are also classmates. When I got good grades, I said I was smart, but this time I got good grades and ignored me ... "I broke the jar and decided to speak out my grievances.

"Cheng, what makes you think so? You see, Mr. Hu's eyes are red when he hears your words. We ignore you because we are afraid that you are sensitive and think we are laughing at you. Don't be angry. " I was surprised to see the arrival of my deskmate. Behind him is Mr. Hu, the head teacher.

"Chengcheng, when I was a child, I beat you for fear that you would be bad. Now that you have grown up, we are always proud of you. Learning is important, but what we value more is whether you are happy or not ... "

Feeling their concern, my tears fell again: in fact, I know that in my subconscious, others' love and concern for me is more important than learning.

Chapter 8: Growing up is not just a responsibility. Gradually, I grew up.

From the first cry of birth to a sensible child; From young and crazy yesterday to rational today. However, parents get old before they know it. They worked hard and lived a simple life, in exchange for my exuberant vitality. Their vicissitudes and gray sideburns are all traces left by ruthless years.

Growth is a responsibility. Growing up means that I have to face and bear everything around me alone, whether it is sour, sweet, bitter or spicy, I have to experience it! Because I am sensible, I am no longer the naughty little girl who once spoiled in my parents' arms. When I was a child, if I met a sad thing, I could cry happily in front of my parents, and then turn around and forget it gently, leaving no trace. Now when you have something on your mind, you can only bury it in your heart, try to smile, and don't show any clues, because you are afraid that they will be more anxious than me, or worry more about me. When I was a child, in order to attract the envious eyes of the children around me, I always cried and pestered my parents to buy this and that to satisfy my little desires and vanity. Nowadays, every time I have no money, I can't talk. I don't know how to ask my family for money. There is always a sense of guilt about spending money recklessly. Have you ever thought that what we have in our hands can only be exchanged through the hard work of our parents with their backs to the loess? When I was a child, I never knew how young I was and whether I cared. I always talk too much about my parents. I can't stand it. I never listen to a word of advice and go my own way. Now, I find that nagging is a kind of care and love. They always silently drive away all the countercurrent around me.

When I was a child, I always complained, which bound me too much freedom. I always try to spread my wings, try to break through my cage and fly to a free and wonderful world outside. Now, I finally understand that home is the only harbor where my mind is anchored. There is only endless affection and love, born and constantly giving up.

Since childhood, I have borne too much love and sweat from my parents and concentrated countless worries and tears. Now, I have the responsibility and ability to face all the setbacks and difficulties alone, and I can't let him share my worries and worry about me.

Because they are getting old in the footsteps of time and can't stand more wind and rain!

And I must complete my future journey!