Find a composition. My conversation with XXX is still that I am XXX.

I'm Dong Shi, Dong Shi who has done a good job. My family lives in the east of the village, ten miles away from the west.

Facing the morning sun and following the sunset every day, I live an ordinary and quiet life. I know I am ugly, and I am proud of it.

I have been sad, struggling, depressed, but all have no result. I looked at the birds in the sky sadly, and my heart swelled.

The voice said, "I am ugly, but I am gentle."

Day by day passed, however, all the changes happened on the same day, which suddenly made me feel very helpless.

France accepts. It was a sunny morning, and I was preparing to deliver food to my sick aunt Li. On the way.

I saw a girl coming out of the west, clutching her chest. Isn't that the girl stone who lives in the west village?

She bent slightly, put her hand over her chest, wrinkled her pale eyebrows and grumbled from time to time.

Groans. Oh, my God! It's beautiful. I was stunned by what I saw.

On the way back from dinner, I thought it over and finally came up with a good idea. In the afternoon, I put it on.

I put on my best clothes, dressed up specially, learned to look like a stone, put my hand on my chest, frowned slightly, and slowly.

I took to the streets. Every time I think someone sees me, they hide and run away. I am the only one left in the whole street.

And a broken heart. What makes me even more angry is that a guy named Zhuangzi actually wrote an article.

The example of the ugly girl has greatly hurt my self-esteem and made me afraid to go out so far.

Today, I slipped out of my house with a headscarf and came to the lake. I want to tell my sadness to the lake. I didn't expect that.

An old fisherman has been sitting there. "You are a Dong Shi girl!" I nodded in a panic. But the old man said, "if you have any worries, just."

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Full score composition: I found my confidence again.

"The years are slipping away. Finally, the days of picking flowers and counting stars floated on the yellow calendar, leaving us far away, and that happiness was locked in the threshold of memory forever. What followed was despair and loss after disillusionment. However, I don't want to fail, I don't want to be lonely, I want to light my candle, let it disperse the night around me, let it melt the broken ice covering my heart … "After writing the above words, she closed the beautiful diary, carefully put it in the drawer, locked it, and buried that confidence in her heart. ?

She, a competitive girl, has been transferred to a key middle school for almost half a year. When she moved here from a very ordinary school, she knew that she had many connections at home and spent a lot of money. However, she has few friends here, and what bothers her most is her grades. Every time the report card comes out, her name is almost at the bottom of the long snake array. Every time I think about it, she has a sense of inexplicable depression. It seems that the name in front of her weighs ten million tons, which makes her suffocate. ?

She wants to work hard, and she wants to live up to what she wrote and put it into action. So she stopped daydreaming all day, because she knew that she had to face the reality and could not short the dreamer. She is attentive in class, enthusiastic in answering questions, and conscientious in finishing her homework ... all this, she tries her best to do well. Sure enough, her grades improved and her face showed.

A long-lost smile. In this way, she insisted on doing so, and her grades actually reached the middle reaches. All this makes her very happy.

She opened her beloved diary again and wrote:? "People are just like tea. As long as you put yourself into a boiling life, ignite your heart and activate yourself, you will certainly show a vibrant color." ?

After writing, she closed her diary and locked it in the drawer, keeping the joy of success in her heart.

Gradually, her grades soared, and she became more confident and made many friends.

She opened her diary again and solemnly wrote:?

Life is a game of chess without regrets, a noisy play and a rough sea. I'm just an ordinary passer-by, but I'm confident that I can resolve my confusion and hesitation. Now, I really did it? She is me. ?

Of course, you and I are just ordinary travelers. When faced with despair and frustration, we must light our hearts and regain our confidence. It will definitely glow with vitality.

Comments: There are few excellent exam books written in the third person. This paper has done this consciously and successfully. The selection of materials is close to life, and the idea is profound and unique: through the process of "she" (I) looking for self-confidence, the spirit of contemporary middle school students is expressed, and the great role of "self-confidence" in life is also highlighted. Taking diaries as props not only explains the changes of time, but also makes the context of the article clear and complete. The language of the article is fluent and clear, and the contents of the three philosophical diaries and the strong arguments at the end have become the highlights of the article.

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Self-esteem and success

When thinking hard, it seems that I can't remember all the colors, only remember that every success is maintained and supported by self-esteem. However, I sincerely thank my self-esteem and make me confident. Stubborn and unyielding may suffer, but it is not just failure that comes quietly.

When I first entered school, my grades were average, and I belonged to the kind of humble, destiny takes a hand student in my class. Later, the change was only because of the mother's occupation-teacher. I gradually found that in that school, the teacher's children are absolutely excellent: either they study very well, or they often organize activities, or both! Only I am mediocre, and robbing Peter to pay Paul is still a mess. Because of this, when I get along with them, I always feel inferior and deliberately avoid it. After a long time, I became more and more depressed, so my heart, which was afraid to fall down and felt lonely, began to do mischief. I made up my mind to start studying hard, in order to make myself live with dignity, courage, confidence, feel equal to them and satisfy my vanity, that's all. I don't want to talk about that bleak day, just like an eagle flying in the sky is afraid of the hardships of learning to fly as a child. Needless to say, my study made rapid progress, and I recorded a truly memorable start.

After the shift change, the girls in the class generally run well. Every time I fall behind, I feel really uncomfortable. So, I started running like crazy. Nothing, just chasing boys on the playground. It's ironic to think of it, but my sports performance has advanced by leaps and bounds.

What I remember most is a poem recitation. I never thought I had a gift for this. Because I had a fever when I was a child, my voice was hoarse, and I still have a lingering sound. At that time, the boy at the same table read a scene in How Steel was Tempered, which was very touching and won applause. After coming down, he defiantly said that I was timid and could not read poetry, and that I was stupid. In a rage, I randomly found a poem in the textbook, stormed onto the platform and recited it affectionately like a tie. Finally, from the students' amazing eyes and thunderous applause, I suddenly felt a relaxed feeling of retaining my self-esteem.

Growing up, I believe everyone has a "love thread" to touch, either melodious or low. When you are restless, just stand still and scoff at everything, let time wash away everything and soothe your lonely heart.

Let happiness and pain run through every corner of growth, and let self-esteem sift the dazzling sunshine into spots and turn it into softness. Self-esteem is not jealousy, not encouraging you to kill each other, just telling your future and looking forward to your hopes. Let pressure become motivation, let's act!

Motherly love is speechless

Mom, what a good word! The first word a person learns at birth: "mom". What a familiar and kind name, a person's heart is always grateful to his mother. Because my mother raised her with sweet milk and nursed her.

Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers."

What is a mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest relative. She created our life and gave us growth.

One day, when I passed by the lawn, I saw a young mother pulling her toddler. Such a picture was so shocking. You can't help but see your mother teaching you to walk; My eyes suddenly got wet, and I felt some inexplicable joy in my heart. If she were in front of you now, you would call out affectionately, "Mom!" " "

Indeed, mother can give everything for us, including her life, but she never complains and doesn't care about the return. You said, "This friendship is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea? How can I forget? "

When I am ready to go to school with a book wrapped on my back, my mother will silently prepare for me in the dim light, wrapped new books and new clothes for school the next day. When I opened my eyes the next morning, my mother had already put the cooked food on the table, waiting for me to eat it. Recalling the dribs and drabs of the past, a warm current welled up in my heart. My heart is surrounded by my mother's care and I feel extremely happy!

When I first started working, my mother's words and nagging became my wealth.

When I heard an eight or nine-year-old boy singing "Wandering Son" in a tender voice, my deepest feeling was touched. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Yes, but how many loves have inch-long grass and won the third Spring Festival? The only person in the world who helps me without asking for anything in return is my mother! Mother's love is selfless and sincere. Mother gave us life, she gave us too much and endless love, and what about us?

The only thing we can remember is my mother's kind face, a pair of hands that worked hard for us and a birthday.

The only thing we can do is to lighten the burden for our mother, chat with her, talk with her and accompany her.

The only thing we can think of is to create a quiet environment for our mother and let her enjoy a happy old age!

Motherly love is speechless! Let's taste and experience with our heart!