Tell the truth, write 500 words for half a proposition.

Chapter 1: To tell you the truth, I am very sad when you look up at the starry sky and a meteor falls. Looking down, I suddenly heard several frogs croak. Is that the star that hangs on the horizon that I miss day and night?

spring breeze

It's a sunny day and a warm spring breeze. You took a kite and led me and my neighbor's children to run in Yuan Ye. The kite that flew in the sky that day flew farther and higher than other children's butterflies and dragonflies. It was smooth and smooth, and there were shouts and cheers ... My neighbor's uncle asked me where I bought the kite, and I said my father made it. Uncle said, no wonder the wind is good for your home. My father and I just giggled and tasted what happiness was.

Summer night

It was a summer night, the moonlight was dim and the breeze was blowing gently. You lie on the grass and I rest in your arms. I can only hear the frog's voice, which spreads between heaven and earth like a bell and drum, and the whole world is immersed in this drum music. At this time, you pointed to the starry sky and told me the legend of the slow flow in the Milky Way. You said, "The most dazzling is Polaris, you are my father's Polaris!" " At that moment, I began to realize what happiness is.

autumn

It was an autumn day when the autumn wind was bleak and the forest was dyed. I came to the foot of the mountain and saw the sunset reddening the hill. There is a figure, hunched back, carrying a plow, driving cattle, stumbling down from the mountain, fixed in my memory. That's you. I miss my father day and night. Your thin body is no longer the body of its heyday. I didn't see your smile when I put the plow on your shoulder, but I heard your gentle sigh. At this moment, I realized what sadness is.

Winter snow

It was a season when the north wind roared and the rain and snow continued. I got the news that your life was dying and rushed to the hospital at once. I took your hand and only heard you say, "I'm sorry, you should take good care of yourself." Say that finish, you walked away. Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears, and my sky collapsed instantly. The kite flying in the sky that day, the Polaris in the night sky and the swaying figure are all gone. I cried my heart out, savoring what pain is.

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Winter goes and spring comes. Thinking of the past years, my tears fell again. Looking up at the sky, I have many feelings in my heart. To tell the truth, I feel sorry for you, father. If there is an afterlife, I will be your son.

Chapter 2: To tell the truth, I am also growing. With some vague curiosity, we unconsciously stepped into the ranks of teenagers. I vaguely feel that I have grown taller and changed. You can't play hide-and-seek with the children anymore. There is always a saying in the mouths of adults: "You want to grow up."

Growth-is to get rid of naivety.

Every Friday after school, I used to pester my father to go to the newsstand to buy me comics. I never missed an issue of Comic King. But now, I can't let go of the comic book king that my father bought me. Turn it up once in a while, and the vivid characters in the book will be even funnier, but it's no longer my age. Dad asked doubtfully, "What, you didn't like reading comic books before?" ? My children have grown up. "As a result, my father's figure disappeared in the newsstand, while my lively and beautiful image appeared in the bookstore. When I left, my eyes rested on the short and pithy Yilin, and I swam in the ocean of Yilin. What I have gained is not only the improvement of writing style, but also a peaceful attitude and philosophy of life. When the wall is knocked down, it is a bridge, and life needs to be grasped by yourself. To grow up is to get rid of childishness.

Growth-is to learn to give up.

On the weekends of primary school, I always study and play crazily every day, saying that I am studying. Every time I think about going to the park in the afternoon, I can't calm down. However, the pace of growth tells me to learn to give up. When I am addicted to exciting computer games, time passes easily and calmly. At this time, I had to put down my beloved mouse, work hard and go to the vast desk. When I danced in front of that wonderful TV, the river of time was already flowing. That's why I want to give up my favorite in my heart, pick up a pen and rush to the "battlefield". I am growing up, I am doing a ruthless contest with a playful heart, and I choose and give up again and again between gains and losses.

Growth-that is, setting goals.

When I was a child, whenever I handed a satisfactory final paper to my parents, I always felt indescribable ecstasy and pride in my heart. Too many so-called "glories" make me label myself as "proud". I don't want to ask others for help anymore, so I just ignore them. In the eyes of my classmates, I was the favorite to win the primary school composition contest, but the only time I stumbled, the teacher wrote such a sentence on my graduation notice: "It is easy to guard against arrogance and rashness, but it is difficult to defend the country." "From then on, I am no longer easily satisfied with my little achievements, but set goals, raise sails and work hard, because I know that the road ahead is long and rugged, sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. Touched by a small goal, how can I be afraid of not reaching the other side of victory? " Growing up tells me that there is no best me, only a better me.

To be honest, I'm growing up, too. Now I am: get rid of naivety, learn to give up, set goals, cherish time and be strong. It was growing up that taught me a lot.

To be honest, I don't want to grow up and find out that time is a liar. He cheated me of my innocence, my naivety, my naughty, and my strange ideas.

I vaguely remember the story of "Snow White's Seven Dwarfs" when I was a child. I also like to hug the lovely doll by the bed and fall asleep. At that time, there were always many sharpened pencils and a fragrant eraser in my pencil box, and my pockets were filled with sweet candy that my grandmother quietly stuffed into me ... but all these were buried in the gap of time, lost and forgotten a little.

Some people say that time is a "killing pig knife". It took me a long time to laugh before I realized how kind it was. Composition bar/

Chapter 7: To be honest, I will think of you that autumn, when the leaves are flying. The rain is ticking. In this season when everything is yellow and people are sad for it, you are gone. Mother said, "You are going to a beautiful place with mountains, water, flowers and trees. You will be very happy there. " That place has a nice name-heaven.

Many days later, someone talked about you, and I pretended not to agree. Then, after she left, I secretly hid in the corner thinking about your goodness and cried alone.

When I was a child, my family was poor, so it was a wonderful thing to eat snacks. Candy and biscuits are very expensive foods, but I prefer sweets and pester you for snacks all day! You always satisfy me, and now every time I think about it, I feel a warm current in my heart.

You are not only kind to your family, but also help your neighbor, even a stranger. "It is helpful to give people a golden mountain, and it is also helpful to give people a bowl of water." If you help others, they will repay you sooner or later. You can't try in this life, but your children can try in the next life. "These words have almost become your motto! You often help others. If your neighbors are short of salt for cooking, you always lend them. In summer, you send water to thirsty passers-by; You send hot water to your neighbor's house in winter, but there is no hot water. When others praise you, you always say, "This is a trivial matter! " "

You've never been to school in your life, so it's hard to avoid being a bit feudal, saying that there are insects and vegetables but no pesticides. When we are sick, we just kneel on the ground and pray to the gods, but it still doesn't reduce our love for you. On the contrary, we think you are cuter.

You are an ordinary person. You have never been to school in your life. You are just an ordinary farmer. You gave me the unique strength of your rural women and made me stop crying. But I can't forget your kindness. To be honest, I will think of you, not once or twice, but thousands of days and nights in Qian Qian.

Looking up at the deep night sky overhead, several stars are hanging in the sky. Grandma, you must have made the brightest morning star in the sky that day. To tell the truth, sometimes I think of you. There must be you where the stars cry! You become a bright morning star, always guarding us and leading us forward.

Chapter 8: To tell the truth, I also want to succeed. "Failure is the mother of success."

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Failure is a common occurrence in military strategists. Everyone says that after failure, it is the joy of success. However, after repeated failures, I can't seem to see the shadow of success and seem to be getting farther and farther away from me. To tell the truth, I also want to succeed!

40, some people in the class can get it easily. Why can't I get it? When I am struggling, it always shakes its head at me; When I entered the top 40, it always made me laugh and left me a score of 1.5. Repeated failures made me lose confidence gradually. Don't. Can't I succeed? I often think so. ...

I'm dozens of places behind. Once again, I was shrouded in the shadow of failure, but I lost the score I could have got. If I add, I will ... I think again: Can't I succeed? I needed a talk from the head teacher that week to regain my confidence, but no one came to me. I have been looking forward to, looking forward to the blame of the class teacher. Otherwise, I can't cheer up. I have failed for too long … too long …

When I gave up hope, he called me to the office and talked with me. He said to me: "XX, the teacher knows that you blame yourself, but this is not the way. If you want to succeed, it's not that you don't have the ability, but that you are too relaxed and have no motivation. It's not that success abandoned you, but that you closed the door to success! " I listened silently and washed away the shadow of failure with my own tears. I remember this sentence: it's not that I abandoned you successfully, but that you shut it out! For the first time, I feel that success is close to me and within reach.

Later, for a while, teachers talked to me one after another, inspiring me and giving me confidence and motivation. I pulled myself together and answered that sentence: failure is the mother of success. I have achieved good results in every quiz now, and I have engraved my goal in my mind: Top 40!

In a blink of an eye, the monthly exam arrived, and I walked into the examination room with confidence and answered the questions carefully. This time, I opened the door to welcome Mr. Success. Really, to be honest, I want to succeed, and I will succeed!