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Give me a short essay-it reminds me of your composition of 600 to 800 words.

(1) I am proud to think of that incident. When a Jinhua examinee passed by the canteen in front of the school and saw all kinds of food, when I first entered school, I successfully blocked the temptation of snacks and clearly emerged in front of me. I remember it was my second week of school. Every time after school, you can see many students around the canteen to buy snacks. I envy them and want to eat them. When I got home, I told my mother what I thought. I thought my mother, who has always loved me, would agree, but I didn't expect her to say sternly, "No snacks. The food in that canteen is so dirty that it will cause diarrhea." I know my mother's temper, so I dare not say more. I went back to my room angrily. I lay in bed sulking: they can eat, why can't I eat? Others will not get sick if they eat it. Will I get sick if I eat it? After a while, my mood gradually calmed down and I felt that my mother was right. It's just a canteen, and the quality of things cannot be guaranteed. Besides, eating too many snacks is not good for our growth. I repeatedly said to myself, "Don't think about eating snacks, don't think about eating snacks …" After school at noon the next day, almost every student gathered around the canteen to buy this and that. The attractive food packaging and the smell of food floating in my nose made me a little shaken. Just then, "Don't think about eating snacks, it will affect your health ..." This sentence has been echoing in my ears. I quickly covered my nose, turned my face and walked quickly forward. But in my throat, I couldn't help swallowing it several times. When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and was filled with joy: success! Stop the temptation. I decided to do this every day so that I wouldn't always think about snacks. This lasted for two days. On the third day, I walked forward as usual. Suddenly, a classmate took my hand and said, "Old classmate, this Cheetos is really delicious. Don't you want to try? " "oh! I ... I ... "My heart is tight and I don't know what to say. Say I have no money, in case he says I am poor, that's not good. Said I had money, but I couldn't take it out. I rolled my eyes and said cleverly; "I don't like Cheetos." "oh! Goodbye then! " I waved to him and walked on. Just got home, I'm going to put my schoolbag on the sofa. When I put my schoolbag away, I found a one-dollar coin on the sofa. I had a brainwave. This must have fallen out of the bag when mom took the clothes. Why don't I use this money to buy snacks, which can satisfy my desire and show off myself? Kill two birds with one stone. When I was about to collect money, my mother often taught me that "stealing needles when I was young and stealing gold when I was old" sounded in my ears, and I resolutely put down the money. I also warned myself: Never do such a thing. A week has passed and two weeks have passed. Through my efforts, I finally stopped the temptation of snacks. Seeing the money my mother left on the sofa, I will consciously return it to my mother; No matter how many people buy snacks, I will not be tempted. Later, when I passed the canteen, I didn't even look at it, and I didn't deliberately speed up the pace of going home. I'm proud to think about it now. Comments: Psychological activities are described in detail in the article. The author expresses his pride by describing that he has blocked the temptation of snacks many times, which is true and credible. The language of the article seems ordinary, but in fact it is fresh, simple, true, concise and thought-provoking. (2) I remembered my father's old face. One night in Yongkang, it was so quiet that the soft moonlight spilled all over the floor. Night, so deep, my father's snoring echoed all night like a moving moonlight song. Looking at the face of my sleeping father, my thoughts floated to the sacred night sky ... When I was a child, I was always proud of having such a father, because he could tell many beautiful stories and pinch many beautiful animals. Every day after school, I ride on my father's shoulder and shake my head like a triumphant little general. The envious eyes of my classmates made me fall in love with my father deeply. But with the passage of time and the growth of age, this feeling gradually fades, replaced by vague inferiority and sadness. The idea originated from filling out file forms in middle school. When other students are writing in the column of "father"-factory director, manager and engineer, I can only write "farming" timidly. When I handed in my watch, I held it tightly in my hand for fear that others would see me smile. Ah, father, why don't you be a factory director, manager and engineer ... When the weather turns cold, my father says with concern, "It's cold, so put on more clothes." "Oh, I see." I answered casually. Suddenly looked up, my father's old face and concerned eyes came into my eyes. My heart trembled slightly ... the night was still so deep and silent; The moon is still so round and bright. I can't forget the figure that stood in the cold wind for a long time ... I only remember that it was so cold that night, and the humid air seemed to be mixed with rain. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was frozen stiff. It was dark outside, and several deciduous old trees were shivering in the cold wind. Oh, the figure standing in the cold wind: like a pine tree, like a cypress tree ... he tried his best to find it in the crowd and let the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trousers. It turned out that my father knew that I was afraid of the dark and came to pick me up like a child ... Oh, the wind blew and the moon rose. In the moonlight, I clearly saw my father's face: high cheekbones, sunken eyes and wrinkled skin ... suddenly, I realized what an unfilial daughter I was. Father, over the years, you have obviously become old and thin. Can you forgive your daughter's unfilial behavior? The moon rose higher, and my father's old face became clearer against the moonlight. Oh, love is deep in my heart ... Comments: This is a rare masterpiece in the examination room. The value lies in three aspects: first, sincerity and touching. Simple and honest father, in the cold wind, quietly waiting for the "I" who is afraid of the dark and cold in the boundless night, seeing the truth in the plain, respectable and amiable! Second, the description is exquisite and the language is beautiful. Quiet night, soft moonlight, imaginative "I", pleasant snoring, the figure of pine and cypress, deep eyes, all left a deep impression on people; The ingenious combination of various rhetorical devices adds a lot of color to the article. Third, the structure is rigorous and the head and tail are round. The full text takes the emotional change of "I" as a clue, with pride, sadness, blame and shock, and deep remorse. It is clear, coherent, natural and echoing. After reading this article, it suddenly occurred to me that "it is best to have a father in the world", isn't it? (3) I want to break the cocoon into a butterfly. When the wings of spring quietly hold up the green hope, everything germinates and grows, wild flowers bloom with beautiful smiles against the grass, and when groups of "hundred flowers fairies" dance in the sea of flowers, my thoughts can't help flying back to the scene of breaking cocoons into butterflies-a shocking scene. It was a beautiful spring morning. I was dragged out of bed by my mother and asked me to go running in the park with her. Sleepy, my mother and I ran twice and then sat on the stone bench and watched others run. Suddenly, a pupa not far away caught my eye. Out of curiosity, I slowly walked towards the "monster". Look carefully, this is a cocoon-the place where butterflies are born again. More intense curiosity made me decide to stay there and continue to observe. After about 3 minutes, I saw a butterfly's tentacles emerge from the cocoon, and gradually the second one ... In this way, its two tentacles, one wing and half of its body came out of the cocoon. I am very happy. This is the first time I have seen a cocoon break into a butterfly. However, I seem to be happy too early. I found that half of its body and the other wing seemed difficult to break out of the cocoon. I saw it struggling to stab the cocoon, but it still didn't show the rest of it at all. I can't help worrying about its little life. The idea of whether to help it or not flashed through my mind many times, but I refused it many times. Finally, I decided to give up the rescue. Just as I was about to turn around and leave, a miracle appeared: through its unremitting efforts, its wings came out of the cocoon, and then slowly, a large part of its body was exposed. But at this time, a small part of its body seems to be stuck by something and cannot be exposed. It hit the cocoon with its beautiful wings, and the colorful scales fell off and covered it with a thick layer. Life is more precious to it than beauty. I don't know how many times it was repeated, but it finally broke out. It stayed on the cocoon for a while, then waved its broken wings and flew away contentedly to live a new life. Looking at the distant figure of the butterfly and the thick scales on the ground, my heart was shocked and shocked by its unyielding belief in survival. Whenever I see a butterfly flying, I think of breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, sighing for the hardships behind its beauty and paying infinite respect for its immortal faith. Comments: Eight-part essay is boring, but the three-part essay of "leopard head", "tiger belly" and "phoenix tail" has the beauty of complete structure. At the beginning of this paper, the modifiers "hold up hope" and "smile" in "when ……" are interlocking, full of waves; At the end, "I was shocked by its unyielding belief in survival" and "I have infinite respect for its immortal belief", which deepened the theme and made people memorable; "For it, life is more precious than beauty", which has the charm of making the finishing point. (4) Think of yourself as a teacher's problem student, parents' heart disease, and classmates' terrible boss. Make trouble in class, contradict the teacher, and play pranks after class. But that awakening completely changed me. "XXX, if you don't attend class, don't affect other students. If you want to talk outside, no one will stop you. "The math teacher yelled at me again, only to see the veins stood out on his face. The neck is red. With a bang, I dropped my pen on the table and shouted, "Who do you think you are?"? You don't want to go to class. You feel great and incompetent. " Then I strode to the door. At this time, his face turned from red to white, from white to green, and finally to purple, shaking with anger. When the door is closed. I rushed to the door. I strolled home slowly, knowing that the family had prepared a grand "baptism" for me. Because every time I contradict my teacher, there will always be a phone call to inform my parents. But now I've practiced the kungfu that a dead mouse can't touch the cold. No matter how they beat and scold, I won't shed a tear. When I got home, to my surprise, no one was at home. So I went back to my room and closed the door to read, which was the only thing I would do when I was in a bad mood. Suddenly a paragraph caught my eye: "the mature ears of wheat hang their heads, which is educating us to be modest;" "Swarms of ants move bones, which is educating us to unite; Gentle drops of water wear away the stone, teaching us tenacity ... "I seem to understand something. After careful study, I finally understand that a little ear of wheat, a little ant and a little water can educate us so much, let alone be a teacher. Even if his level is lower, he will not be lower than the students. Learning depends on yourself, but also on the guidance of teachers ... Oh! I see, it's not the teacher's low level, it's my own problem. It's all my fault for contradicting the teacher, making trouble in class and playing practical jokes. But I am strong, because I never cry. Later, I became fond of learning, no longer contradicting the teacher, no longer giving my parents a headache, and no longer making my classmates afraid. Many teachers lamented that "the prodigal son returns, and the straight one can be taught." Now the results are good. I also read the poem I never understood before, "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, burn to ashes and tears begin to dry"! Comments: The high score of this article mainly depends on two characteristics of the language: ① There are many humorous points, such as "The dead mouse has practiced kung fu that doesn't feel cold" and "His face turned from red to white, from white to green, and finally to purple". (2) The quotations are just right, such as "mature ears of wheat droop their heads ..." "The prodigal son returns, and Confucianism can teach". Secondly, it depends on wonderful descriptions, such as the description of the language and way in the second paragraph and the psychological description in the sixth and seventh paragraphs. The shortcomings of this paper are ① improper use of quantifiers, such as "being a position in a terrible boss"; (2) The phrase "catch my eye" makes "I seem to understand something" and leads to "terrible boss, prodigal son returns", which is a bit simplistic; (3) There are too many typos, such as "sparse but fierce", "Confucianism can teach" and "fire burns to ashes".