An 800-word composition of an emergency

The senior one football league is about to begin. All classes are seizing the last training time to prepare for a fight on the field.

Our class is very strong, especially on the defensive line, and winning the championship is popular. Unexpectedly, the team 12 people, the only "substitute" title actually fell on my head. So I kept putting in a good word for the captain, hoping to play the main force. I don't know that my "substitute" position has been consolidated. If I want to play the main force, I still need to work hard I began to complain that there are few boles in this world, and even a swift horse stumbles one day. That's all. I know in my heart: I am not "resistance", but "motivation".

In the first game against Class Six, the captain said to let me play the second half. I am very excited. I got ready on the sidelines at the beginning of the game so that I could play better in the second half. But at half-time, just as I was going all out to prepare for the debut, the captain said that the whole team performed well in the first half and it was difficult to change anyone for a while. Let me wait for a chance to play later. I had to put on my coat and sit down and watch.

At the end of the game, the captain finally replaced me because a striker had a severe cramp and couldn't stand up. I didn't achieve much after playing. Fortunately, I have several wonderful performances. I want to show my level to the captain and his team members and consider my main problems. However, someone comforted me after the game and said, "Don't lose heart, take your time, there will always be times when things go wrong." I think this person is afraid that he can't understand football, or he hasn't seen it at all-a real "layman". So I went directly to the captain and wanted to hear what the "authoritative" people said about me-a really professional and simple sentence: too much dribbling delayed the fighter.

I will sit on the bench in future games. Even if the bench reaches the highest temperature in a day, no one cares. The only signal I sent was that someone was injured.

Actually, I don't care much about playing as a substitute. What really surprised me was that when I played less and less in each game, our team's performance soared. No wonder some students advised me to be a cheerleader. Maybe this will make a greater contribution to the class. However, I don't want my football career to end in such a tragic way. I'm waiting for my first day, so I can't live without the "cold bench".

Our class will enter the finals. Just five minutes before the final, the captain called me: "XX, play the main avant-garde today." I didn't expect the captain who looks like a melon to open his head one day. No matter how much, I quickly put on my No.8 jersey and rushed into the stadium.

The game has already started. I cherish this opportunity to play ball very much. I don't hesitate to fight hard physically and learn from previous games. After I got the ball, I kicked it out quickly and occasionally caught one or two good balls. Finally, the opportunity came: near the middle circle, the captain put his foot in, and I inserted it into the empty space, forming a single-knife trend. I quickly brought the ball to the near door. Just before the goalkeeper fell to the ground, I stabbed him and the ball flew through the goalkeeper to the goal. Just when I thought I had finally made meritorious service, the ball actually hit the post and was ejected out of bounds. This is my only bright spot and ends in failure. I was replaced in the second half. Finally, our class won the championship through penalty shootout.

I'm still a substitute. I didn't have my name when I praised the players in the honor list at the back of the classroom, and my performance was 2 points less than others. However, while I believe that the bench in the next game still belongs to me, I also believe that I am gold and gold should shine. (End)

An unforgettable thing for me.

In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joy and excitement ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.

On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a roadside food stall to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.

Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! "

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.

It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.

Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life!

When I first went to kindergarten, my mother always took care of me in every way. But after I entered the third grade of primary school, my mother didn't love me as much as before. I let myself fold the quilt and cook. I have never understood this problem.

On this day, I rubbed my eyes, put on my clothes, went to cook, and came back when I was done. When I went upstairs, I suddenly fell down and spilled all the rice. Hot soup ran into my hand and I cried. The crying alarmed Grandma Wang who lived downstairs. She came up and looked, "Oh, no!" He hurried downstairs to get the medicine, wiped my scalded hand and said, "It's a good thing I wore thick clothes today, otherwise I would get a big scar!" " "Hearing this, I cried again. My mother saw it and said, "Nothing, it's just a scratch." Xiao Gu is a brave boy. Hurry and get dressed before making breakfast. "Why doesn't my mother love me?

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by pain. I saw my mother was not at home, so I sneaked out of bed. Suddenly, the mother's voice came from Grandma Wang's house: "This child can't get used to it. He must face all the tests alone. Although it is cruel, it is for the sake of children! " "After that, there was a long talk. Suddenly there was footsteps outside, and I knew my mother had come in. I immediately lie on the bed and pretend to sleep. My mother pushed open the door and smiled when she saw me sleeping. She tucked me in, touched my head and walked away. I opened my eyes, ah, my mother still loves me, but she doesn't love me anymore. Thinking about it, a tear of happiness rolled down my cheeks.

Mom, you are great!

I remember it was a summer afternoon, and it rained heavily, which seemed to indicate that a storm was coming. In the morning, Dashe has informed me that at 6: 30 in the evening, another colleague and I will go to Dashe for a mock exam on foreign exchange business. In the afternoon, the business volume of the branch was as varied as usual, and because the host accountant went to the meeting, there were only two tellers left, and everyone was busy around. It gets dark around five o'clock, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the garbage on the road is flying all over the sky-a storm is coming. After a while, the rain began to "bang ……", like breaking glass, it began to rain heavily; The wind blew harder and harder, bending the trees on the roadside. It's stormy outside, and the branch is "very busy" ...

It's almost 5: 30 now, the rain has weakened, and many customers have left in a hurry after finishing their business. At 5: 35, the escort car arrived (because our branch was the first stop to pay the money), and it rained heavily again, and the water on the road outside began to rise. After the bus left, we continued to do some follow-up work. Suddenly, with a bang, all the lights in the whole branch went out, only the host kept ringing "B-B-". We were both cheated at once! "The power went out?