2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition 600 words 10

2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition 600 words (10)

The sound is everywhere, with wind and rain, birds singing and wild animals roaring in nature; There are songs, laughter and sadness in life. The following is a 600-word composition I shared for the 2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination. Welcome to reading.

2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition 600 words 1 seems to be a distant call, illuminating my heart again and again; It's like shouting again and again, resounding through the sky: it's like being special in plain, I remember it in my heart.

"Be brave to be yourself. Don't close your truest self in order to leave a good impression on others and do what you want to do. " I always remember this sentence. In this world, too many people go with the flow, too many people lose their true selves because of this world, too many people live for others, and how many people can be brave enough to be themselves? What are you? Follow your heart and be yourself.

Over the past few years, I have grown up, become sensible and learned to pretend. I always think that others are the best, but I always forget that "myself" is the most special. The voice in my heart also reminds me to do what I want. Being myself helped me find my way in the "lost way" and the most authentic "me"-crying and laughing. Only be nice to the person you "love", this is the truest me!

Every day, every month, every year, this period of time is slipping away quietly, and it also makes me find that being the truest self and facing up to my own advantages and disadvantages is the most comfortable way of life. Many people are very tired every day, wearing thick armor every day, and only when they get home will they unload all their "defenses". In the face of the person I love, I just want to say that there is nothing happier than being brave and serious.

When I was a child, I didn't understand what my parents set for me, so I tried to achieve or even change myself. Now I understand, give yourself a small goal, do what you want, and don't go against your inner wishes, just as Bai Luomei said in "All encounters in the world are reunited after a long separation": "Love the people you love, write the words you love." In this way, she lived a poetic life and relaxed every day. She believes in Buddhism and writes all the words related to enlightenment and Zen. She believes in the afterlife and writes about it. He loves tea, so he drinks it when he is free.

Follow your inner voice, believe in yourself, and the voice left in your heart will tell you the right choice. Remember, you are the best of yourself. The voice that stays in my heart will write the chapter of the rest of my life with you.

On the road of life, you can't avoid the frustration caused by failure, but it is these failures that create brilliant success in the future. Some success comes from the help of others. He can help you, become a paving stone for your success, and also inspire you to succeed. A casual word from others may attract your attention, make you pay attention to it, repeat it countless times in your mind, engrave it in your heart, and become a voice that stays in your heart.

At the end of the first monthly exam after school, I knew I didn't do well in the exam, and my classmates were discussing the answers. Some people are very excited about this answer, as if he did very well in the exam, while others are whining and muttering, and their expressions are very lost. A close friend ran up to me and stopped beside me. He sat in my classmate's seat and asked me how I did in the exam. This time, I customized him as a competitor. Maybe he did well in the exam, so he showed off confidently, so I had to raise my hand to show that I didn't want to say anything to avoid being laughed at. He also knew that he didn't ask anything, got up and wanted to go, and his mouth seemed a little disdainful and sarcastic. I thought to myself, "Oh, no, I vowed to pass him before the exam, and the score will be laughed at." Thinking of the bell, I also burn my bridges and prepare for the next class.

"The results are out!" With a shout from the most active boy in the class, the whole class suddenly exploded. Some people are excited to know the results to show off their grades, but more are the plaintive voices of boys with poor grades. Class representatives came to the classroom with papers to be handed out, and a large group of boys rushed to see the results first. I left the classroom as soon as I saw this scene, and it was humiliating to be seen by everyone when I failed the exam. Before I got up, my competitor came up to me from the door with two pieces of paper, threw one of them on my desk and said, "I'm not as tall this time, and it won't be possible in the future." The teacher called you over and I looked at my score. He also showed me the paper, indicating that they were much better than me. I got up at once and went to the office. Before he left, he didn't forget to sneer, "bon voyage. "I ignored him, just turned to sneer, and then began to think what the teacher would ask me, how can I explain it? Before I could think it over, I came to the office and saw the teacher looking at me coldly at my desk and beckoning me over. At that time, my mind was blank and I was at a loss, waiting for training with my head down. He said, "How did you do in this exam? Bring me the newspaper. "He took out a red envelope, put my paper flat on the table, told me to get closer and began to tell me the wrong questions one by one. Then he analyzed the cause of the mistake and said with some regret, "You should read more notes. You usually remember that you have to take the exam. "Then I turned the paper over." I expect a lot from you. Work hard. "I didn't pay attention to English before, thinking that the teacher didn't care, but after listening to the teacher, I think English is not irrelevant. Teachers have expectations and confidence in me, and I should pay attention to them myself. I quickly nodded firmly and replied, "I will try my best." "He seems to be used to listening to classmates say this sentence and didn't care. He picked up my paper and handed it to me, indicating that I could go. Before leaving, he asked me to wait so that I could get the grades he thought I could get in the next exam.

Until now, I am still encouraging myself. Whenever I feel depressed and want to give up, I will think of what my teacher said to me and what he expected of me, which urges me to continue my efforts. His powerful voice lingered in my heart for a long time, echoing repeatedly. Those cynicism about others also impressed me deeply, and the driving force to turn them into progress is my progress.

2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition 600 words 3 I never said, never said. That's the voice that stays in my heart, and it's my belief in hard work. I'm not fit to tell anyone.

From the day my grandmother died when I was a child, there was a voice in my heart. I will never mention it to others, let alone tell them clearly, because this voice is the belief of my hard work and the motivation left by my grandmother to live in this world.

Whenever I encounter setbacks, this voice in my heart will fill my ears like a gust of wind, wake me up and let me find the strength to stand up again; Whenever I encounter a misunderstanding, the voice that stays in my heart will gently ring in my ear, which is grandma's exhortation, so that I have never lost my trust in people because of some unwarranted misunderstandings; Whenever I meet with failure, this voice in my heart will ring in my mind again, telling me to be strong, just like when my grandmother was still alive.

The voice that stays in my heart is grandma's voice and what grandma said to me. Although I don't want to share what my grandmother said to me with others, I would like to tell anyone that the voice left in our hearts is our courage to face the world bravely. How many times, I thought I was going to fail, how many times, I thought I didn't know how to go on, how many times, I thought it was my last time, and finally the voice that stayed in my heart gave me courage and gave me the courage to laugh at everything.

If you have such a voice in your heart, cherish it! Don't tell others about it, don't tell others about your weakness, and don't tell others about your hard work. We just need to listen carefully to this inner voice, listen to the guidance of this voice, and move forward in the direction that life should go. The voice left in my heart is not suitable for sharing, but only for supporting, supporting each of us to live bravely and supporting us to work hard!

I only remember that it was a dreary summer, the cloud pressure was very low, the air was full of warm breath, and the cicadas in my ears were annoying. I am alone at home, doing nothing, and the sofa is very big. I was trapped in the sofa, and the ceiling fan made a loud noise, as if it were about to fall. I feel sleepy, so I want to sleep like this. But the weather is always unsatisfactory. Hot air and no wind really make people fidget. I just want to reduce those annoying things in my ears. So I got up, went to the switch and turned off the useless electric fan. Sure enough, the sound was much less immediately.

Just then, there was the sound of raindrops dripping from the roof. I looked out of the window and saw that it wasn't raining outside, but the sound of rain in the distance was getting louder and louder, and I couldn't help but feel strange. There is no rain on the ground, so where does the sound of raindrops come from? I can't help looking out of the window again. Suddenly, a water spot appeared on the roof of the opposite house, and then raindrops as big as chips fell in the sky. If the raindrops were not transparent, I really thought it was candy rain. When raindrops fall into the pond, ripples begin to ripple. Down to the leaves, the leaves turn green like a bath.

My eyes are a little rough, so I close my eyes to lighten some burdens. So I heard a voice that I will never forget in my life. Raindrops hit the roof, the sound of the ground and leaves was crisp, the sound of rain falling in the water was rich, and the chirping of cicadas was intertwined, which constituted a wonderful concert. Rain is the main theme, and nature is the command.

I immediately put on my rain boots, raincoat and umbrella and rushed into the rain armed to the teeth. I stepped into the pool, splashed a little water, made wonderful notes, and raindrops hit the umbrella, forming a movement of nature. I am the only audience in this concert. I am immersed in it. I reached out and let the raindrops dance and sing on it.

But the rain stopped soon. I looked at the rainbow in the distant sky and realized something. Because of the rain, the air is full of cool breath. It's the first time I found that the cicada's cry is so beautiful.

However, the rain washed away the hot air, and the concert washed away the impetuous heart. This voice will stay in my heart forever.

As soon as March arrives, the winter jasmine and magnolia in the yard are in full bloom, yellow and white, and the row of loquat trees that have been depressed for a winter has also pulled out new leaves. The light green leaves are covered on the dark green old leaves, with distinct layers and a vibrant spring scene. The daffodils raised in the room show twilight, and there are no flowers and bones on the top. At first glance, it looks like a pot of malnourished garlic seedlings. Narcissus is difficult to raise, and grandpa naturally took a lot of thought at that time.

On a long and warm spring day, although there are lively welcome flowers and magnolia downstairs, I will still think of the lonely empty flowerpot, and then imagine planting new species in the flowerpot and waiting for an imaginary flower. After grandpa left us, my mother would take out an extra bowl at dinner to express endless grief.

Spring came late and the flowers and trees were desolate.

Mother saved Narcissus and took good care of it, but it was still difficult to stop its decline. In the spring of March, the daffodils are dying, and the empty porcelain pot has been placed in the corner of the study, as if to prove its prosperity.

I sat on the cane chair where grandpa used to sit, and the trees in the yard were outside the window. A chair and a window, I saw the scenery that my grandfather had watched for many years. Grandpa once said that he had seen lotus flowers blooming in the bushes, but naturally we didn't believe him. Not long after, my grandfather was admitted to the hospital because of illness. The brain tumor oppressed the optic nerve and caused hallucinations. But grandpa insisted that he saw the lotus, "on the treetop outside the window", and the voice that stayed in his heart sounded at this time. I stared at the bush for a long time and found nothing but green leaves.

This year's spring seems to be particularly long. The flowering period of spring flowers is not over yet, and summer is here. I stayed at home and sorted my notes until dinner time. Twilight gradually dyed, a breeze blew in, affecting the curtains, and sweet and greasy flowers constantly announced the victory of spring. I put down my pen and sat down. Suddenly I saw a white shadow floating in the tree not far away. When I looked intently, there were white flowers hidden among the branches and leaves, which were big and fragrant and opened like lotus flowers. ...

Grandpa said that he likes lotus flowers because they conform to nature and flourish. At this point, the voice that stayed in my heart became clearer.

In my heart, there is a kind of voice, which is beautiful. Like clear spring water, Ding Dong Ding Dong flows in my heart; Like a crisp bird song, I sing the song of life in my heart; Just like the rain after spring, it left a happy note in my heart. The sound comes from a cicada.

It was a noon in early summer, and my father and I went to his office to do our homework. Because I am young and ignorant, I have been lazy in my studies. I did my homework for a while and felt bored. Suddenly, a hoarse voice broke my silence. I know it's a cicada. Then, cicadas sing like a rushing stream, excited and excited, and then cut through the sky. Guided by the song of this cicada, the other cicada responded immediately. They seem to be calling for friends, and they are singing in harmony.

That was the first time I became curious about cicadas. I turned my head and asked my father, "What is a cicada like?" Dad just smiled and said nothing. I have to keep listening to cicadas. After a while, dad said he went out for a smoke. I said casually, oh. It was about half an hour before my father came back. There seems to be something hiding behind him. Curious, I skipped behind my father to find out, but it turned out to be a paper box. But there seems to be a sound in that paper box.

The voice is weak and intermittent, like a baby crying. When I tried to distinguish carefully, the sound came to an abrupt end again. At this moment, I suddenly realized that the sound came from cicadas.

It is really a cicada! I opened the box excitedly. That was the first time I saw cicadas!

I dare not let my father take the cicada out, but why doesn't the cicada sing? Dad said it might not adapt, and it will sing soon. However, I have been fiddling with it, and it has been silent, just not letting go of its voice.

I don't know how long it took, but the carton still didn't make a sound. I was angry, so I put it in a paper box and hung it on the windowsill, and never looked at it again.

I went on doing my homework. When I remembered, I found that the paper box I had forgotten was empty. Then I listened to it again, feeling that there seemed to be another sound in the cicada singing outside the window. I closed my eyes and listened to the cicada's voice wholeheartedly, and immediately felt that it was the sound of nature, because cicada was free.

So you can catch cicadas, but you can't catch cicadas.

I can't help thinking of myself, am I also a cicada, bound by whom, without freedom, happiness and a happy song? I pushed away the homework on the desk and said to my father, "You arrested me!" " "

Dad looked up at me doubtfully and said, "What?" I said angrily, "I am the cicada you caught!" " "I heard that, dad's eyes stared, and then with a panic. Then I heard my father say, "You know what? Cicada has to go through three or four years of darkness underground before it can break through the ground. But once the cicada is born, it will endure the pain of cicada slough and sing loudly for the short summer life. You are a cicada, too. All your efforts now are to break through the ground! "

I didn't understand my father's teachings at that time. When I grow up, I gradually understand that cicadas will not complain because of the darkness of three or four years, because they will win a hundred days of light; Nor will it grieve for the short song, because it has the song of life.

Summer solstice and autumn death, cicadas sing loudly, just to show people the value of life and tell people the joy of life. I will also win my own summer, and I will sing my Song Like's Cicada: I will sing loudly for my short summer! This is my heart, and it is a declaration that I have left in my heart.

On the road of life, you can't avoid the frustration caused by failure, but it is these failures that create brilliant success in the future. Some success comes from the help of others. He can help you, become a paving stone for your success, and also inspire you to succeed. A casual sentence from others may attract your attention, make you pay attention to it, repeat it in your mind for countless times, engrave it in your heart, and become a voice that stays in your heart.

At the end of the first monthly exam after school, I knew I didn't do well in the exam, and my classmates were discussing the answers. Some people are very excited about this answer, as if he did very well in the exam, while others are whining and muttering, and their expressions are very lost. A close friend ran up to me and stopped beside me. He sat in my classmate's seat and asked me how I did in the exam. This time, I customized him as a competitor. Maybe he did well in the exam, so he showed off confidently, so I had to raise my hand to show that I didn't want to say anything to avoid being laughed at. He also knew that he didn't ask anything, got up and wanted to go, and his mouth seemed a little disdainful and sarcastic. I thought to myself, "Oh, no, I vowed to pass him before the exam, and the score will be laughed at." At the thought of the bell, I also burn my bridges and prepare for the next class.

"The results are out!" With a shout from the most active boy in the class, the whole class suddenly exploded. Some people are excited to know the results to show off their grades, but more are the plaintive voices of boys with poor grades. Class representatives came to the classroom with papers to be handed out, and a large group of boys rushed to see the results first. I left the classroom as soon as I saw this scene, and it was humiliating to be seen by everyone when I failed the exam. Before I got up, my competitor came up to me from the door with two pieces of paper, threw one of them on my desk and said, "I'm not as tall this time, and it won't be possible in the future." The teacher called you over and I looked at my score. He also showed me the paper, indicating that they were much better than me. I got up at once and went to the office. Before he left, he didn't forget to sneer, "bon voyage. "I ignored him, just turned to sneer, and then began to think what the teacher would ask me, how can I explain it? Before I could think it over, I came to the office and saw the teacher looking at me coldly at my desk and beckoning me over. At that time, my mind was blank and I was at a loss, waiting for training with my head down. He said, "How did you do in this exam? Bring me the newspaper. "He took out a red envelope, put my paper flat on the table, told me to get closer and began to tell me the wrong questions one by one. Then he analyzed the cause of the mistake and said with some regret, "You should read more notes. You usually remember that you have to take the exam. "Then I turned the paper over." I expect a lot from you. Work hard. "I didn't pay attention to English before, thinking that the teacher didn't care, but after listening to the teacher, I think English is not irrelevant. Teachers have expectations and confidence in me, and I should pay attention to them myself. I quickly nodded firmly and replied, "I will try my best." "He seems to be used to listening to classmates say this sentence and didn't care. He picked up my paper and handed it to me, indicating that I could go. Before leaving, he asked me to wait so that I could get the grades he thought I could get in the next exam.

Until now, I am still encouraging myself. Whenever I feel depressed and want to give up, I will think of what my teacher said to me and what he expected of me, which urges me to continue my efforts. His powerful voice lingered in my heart for a long time, echoing repeatedly. Those cynicism about others also impressed me deeply, and the driving force to turn them into progress is my progress.

2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition 600 words 8 "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." I saw him open his arms to me with a smile, and then hugged me, so warm and happy. That voice will stay in my heart forever.

The breeze blows through the fleeting time, suddenly like a light cloud. The setting sun gradually set and dyed the clouds red. With the sweet bell ringing, we are out of school!

Before I got to the school gate, I saw a distant scenery: young people in white shirts, tall and handsome, with a smile on their lips, better than the warm sun. Seeing me, he came over, grabbed the schoolbag on my back and took me home. Big hands holding small hands, so go on. That hand feels so reliable, just like my father was holding me. There was a flash of emotion in my heart.

When I got to the door, I smelled a fragrance. As a foodie, my eyes are sharp: there are several dishes I like to eat on the table. I rushed up, picked up chopsticks and ate them, savoring them carefully. It was delicious, so I wolfed it down like a greedy cat with a lot of fish to eat. After eating, I burped contentedly and said, "My brother's cooking is really the best in the world. When I grow up, I will ask you to be a chef and cook for me all my life. " He smiled helplessly and said in a sweet voice, "Well, I'll cook for you all my life." His tone was so serious that a warm current came to my mind. I know my brother won't lie to me, never.

What impressed me the most was that midnight. It's stormy, and the rain curtain all over the sky is mixed with strong wind. They growled, which was terrible. I jumped up in fear and dragged the quilt to hide, but I felt that it was not safe anywhere, so I hurried to my brother's room. Perhaps because of my brother's place, my heart will be calmer and less afraid, but I still wrap myself in a quilt with trepidation.

Dude, he woke up when he heard the sound. He must have seen me like this before he came over and pulled my quilt apart, and then put his arms around me. I paused slightly, and then indulged in this warm embrace. In this hug, I found a feeling that life belongs to peace, beauty and strength! Like a mother's arms. I heard him say, "Be good, don't be afraid, I will protect you with me." Like a tear agent, my tears flowed thousands of times, and my heart was moved by endless words. It turns out that there are people who will protect me from being alone. I fell asleep, and in this hug, my mouth rose. Brother, it's good to have you.

The next morning, when my mother told me to get up, I got up lazily, only to find that my brother was not around. I asked my mother where my brother went, and she said with a cold face, "I'm sleepy. Where's my brother?" Ha ha, I sneered. It turned out that all this was just a dream, and there was no brother at all. I ran away, and no matter what my mother called me, I didn't look back because I cried.

I woke up from my dream and I was gone.

What is eternity? That voice is eternal. I don't want to forget, and I can't forget. It's like it's engraved in my mind. Don't worry, brother. I will protect myself with your memories and warm myself with your voice. In fact, I know that you are always there, in the voice in my heart. Brother, I love you.

In 2022, 600 words in Henan senior high school entrance examination composition for 9 days are always like fine sand passing through your fingers, slipping down inadvertently. And the inculcation that once encouraged me stayed in my heart for a long time.

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Why not you?

Many things happened in the summer vacation of grade five. It's getting dark I crossed the sky with a 64-point math test paper in my hand. The anguish in my heart is as dim as the rolling white clouds in the sky.

Familiar footsteps snapped heavily, and the back fell to the ground. Pass me two materials and let me make ten pieces every day. I looked at my father in pain and whispered, how can I eat so much? The book slammed on the table, with a strong heart and no regrets, saying: No pains, no gains, someone will win, why not you? I stood there. That sound, like a glacier melting, reached the depths of the soul for a long time.

Why not me? I keep asking myself. I don't like math class, I don't like thinking, and I practice less. I patted my head hard and regretted it. I started running, running with all my strength; I began to understand that chickens and rabbits can also be counted as planting trees at first. Start, start. People want to win. Why not you? I sat in the sixth grade examination room and took a deep breath. Why not me? I firmly picked up the pen, looked at the topic and wrote the answer confidently and accurately. The voice left in my heart has finally become a high music on the road to growth, so let me work hard step by step.

Don't choose comfort

In the late summer and early autumn of grade eight, it is the beginning of a year. The weather that has gradually turned cold and the leaves that have gradually turned yellow are so distinct. The new physics teacher is a very strict person. Between the eyebrows, it is chilling. Once in a physics exam, she asked several people to stand and listen to the class, including me. Unfortunately, she also joined the class. The reason is that these people did not reach 80 points. During the lecture, I found that the teacher deducted four points in the calculation, which should be 88 points. After class, I complained to my teacher, who changed in time and asked me seriously: Do you think you got 88 points in the exam? I silently bowed my head, and the teacher said to me word by word: You should aim higher, don't be satisfied with ease, thinking that this will do, and you should learn to pursue. I hold the test paper in my hand, like a breeze to help the willows, and wake up the dreamer in one word.

Why only satisfy comfort? I keep asking myself. When others are quietly trying to get full marks, they can't help but be happy. I am sloppy, but I won't change. This string of regrets is more painful than hard work. The voice left in my heart left me no choice to comfort. Run hard and pursue hard.

Success belongs to the persevering.

Footsteps are getting heavier and heavier, like being dragged, and it is difficult to lift your legs and breathe. My chest is like a stone weighing one thousand kilograms, which makes me breathless. There are two laps left after slowing down, help! The exhausted PE teacher found that I was in a wrong state and shouted, keep running. I waved at him with difficulty, and the speed was getting slower and slower. Do you want to waste these ten days of training? Persistence is victory!

It's like a shot in the arm. No, hold on. There's one more lap. We can't give up all our efforts. Persistence is victory, and it will last for a long time in my heart. I tried to adjust my breathing, gritted my teeth, struggled to the finish line with all my strength, exhaled air, and my mood could not be calmed down for a long time. Pain and oppression make me physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, I didn't live up to the teacher's expectations. After that, persistence means victory stays in my heart. When I want to give up, it always inspires me.

Time scissors cut out the upper and lower warp and weft; The rings of the years have gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Those voices that stay in my heart will always last for a long time.

2022 Henan senior high school entrance examination composition 600 words 10 spatula gently kicked off the prelude of dusk, and after the low symphony, it gradually became brisk and urgent. Listening to my mother's cooking, I couldn't help but stop and stand in front of the kitchen, enjoying the unique and wonderful sound.

The faint light blurred the mother's figure, looming in the hot air, and her mother looked particularly beautiful. "Cha-"A loud noise made me zheng. It turned out that my mother poured vegetables into the pot, and all kinds of vegetables crackled in the oil, crisp and fast, paddling gently in the hot air, and the sound did not change with the passage of time. The collision between vegetables and oil suddenly stopped, followed by a low "goo goo" sound. That's the soup rolling. Momentum from small to large, from slow to fast, like a rain, burst on the ground. Listening to the rhythmic tune, I began to get excited. Mom must be making red, big and fragrant braised trotters. Mom won't do it until the weekend. Mom is really meticulous when cooking this dish. At this time, the soup pot was covered with small and thick flames and safely placed under the red light. The air is filled with rich fragrance. It also reminds me of the round hoof trembling slightly in the crimson soup, which makes me want to eat. But in the end I resisted the temptation of fragrance. Because I can't bear to break this wonderful symphony.

This piece of music lasts for a long time, ups and downs, and it is both rigid and flexible. Sometimes it's like running water, turning around like lightning roaring ... the sound of running water when washing vegetables; The clatter of knives when cutting vegetables; The crunch of oil when cooking; The cooing sound of soup and the low whirring sound of range hood when stewing soup ... these notes make up a warm melody. Finally, my mother turned off the fire and gently turned to take a curtain call like an artist. I can't help clapping, for the sake of my mother's heroic appearance in the kitchen and for the sake of the warm melody.

The voices of mothers cooking, those mixed with love and expectation, those mixed with affection and sincerity. It is the most beautiful and pleasant voice in my heart. Unique and beautiful.