Don’t let____disappoint essay

Don’t let____disappoint

　

Jia Qian, Hongshan Campus of Nanjing No. 13 Middle School

Don’t let __________ be disappointed .

Requirements: Supplement the topic and write an essay of no less than 600 words.

Explanation

A long time ago, there was a saying on campus that middle school students had "three fears" when learning Chinese: first, they were afraid of classical Chinese, second, they were afraid of writing compositions, and third, they were afraid of Zhou Shuren. Among the "three fears", the fear of composition may be the deepest. Often when a topic is assigned, the classroom becomes filled with grief.

Actually, as a Chinese teacher, I am also reflecting: Is the fact that students are afraid of writing essays related to the fact that our essay questions cannot attract them? Ye Shengtao mentioned in the article "Writing Miscellaneous Words": The teacher originally asked us to practice the questions when he asked them, but now he says he doesn't want to practice. Isn't he putting himself in trouble? Therefore, we have to take a step back and hope that teachers can understand students' lives, put themselves in students' shoes and imagine their inner thoughts and emotions, and then select topics for students that they can and are willing to do. If this is the case, the teacher's question is equivalent to arousing the students' motivation to write, that is, it marks the center of meaning and emotion on behalf of the students, and the emotion is originally inherent in the students. Mr. Ye said it very well. A good essay topic should be close to the students' real life, arouse students' desire to write, and awaken their spiritual experience.

On April 2, 2013, Teacher Peng Cheng, a patriotic speaker and the first person to promote lifelong gratitude education, gave a speech on the playground of our school to all the teachers, students and parents of the school: "Don't let down the people who love you." Thanksgiving educational speech on the theme. The nearly three hours of passionate speech deeply moved everyone present. Teacher Peng spoke emotionally with a choked tone. The students’ sincere confessions with tears in their eyes, the parents’ happy tears of joy, and the sincere interactions between teachers and students...the scenes are deeply engraved in everyone’s heart. This speech will have a huge ideological impact and spiritual shock on the students. There must be an undercurrent surging deep in their hearts that they want to talk about. Seizing this excellent opportunity, the semi-proposal composition - Don't Let

Disappoint is freshly released.

Because of the experience of attending lectures, students were surprised and familiar with this topic. There is no obstacle to reviewing the topic, and the semi-propositional composition format expands their writing space. Even for students who have never heard Teacher Peng Cheng’s speech, this topic is approachable and thought-provoking. "Disappointment" means loss of confidence and the unpleasant feeling of unrealized hopes. "Don't let" expresses a request, exhortation, and exhortation in the form of an imperative sentence... As for the writing object, it is recommended that students draw materials from life and "write my heart with my hand." Students who have listened to the speech can associate it with "the person who loves you" in the title of the speech, and choose relatives, teachers, classmates, etc. as writing materials; they can also look at life, pay attention to nature and society, and express what they see and think; You can also examine yourself and write down your own unique experiences and personal thoughts. When planning the layout of the article, students can start from the aspects of why not to disappoint the writing target and how to not disappoint the writing target. They can focus on the title of the article or describe the scene, express feelings, or comment and discuss, and pay attention to the grasp of the structure and writing style. It's fluent.

Mr. Ye said: "We should combine life with composition, practice more, and do the topics we want to do. Over time, we will feel that composition is a part of life, a kind of development, and a A kind of enjoyment. "This is completely consistent with the natural process of article production. Only in this way can we truly solve the fear of composition among middle school students. As Chinese teachers, we should also do more research and practice in writing teaching, so as not to disappoint our students.

Don’t let down the people who love you

Chen Jialu, a sophomore in the Hongshan Campus of Nanjing No. 13 Middle School

In a warm place On a windy afternoon, a professor-level figure came to the school - an educator who promotes love: Peng Cheng. He gave us a lecture titled "Don't Let Those Who Love You Down". The unique opening remarks and funny words made us laugh, but little did we know that the climax really came.

Teacher Peng Cheng stood on the high podium and told the story of his parents with a tearful voice. The relaxed and happy atmosphere immediately changed. The touching story made many people shed tears or even burst into tears. Next, he asked us to close our eyes and think carefully about the past events with our parents.

Teacher Peng’s gentle voice seemed to take me into the softest place deep in my heart, and pictures played in a loop in my mind: When I was a child, I was sick and hospitalized, and my parents slept on the bench outside the ward to spend time with me. After going to school, I would do my homework every night, and my parents would bring me a glass of water and a warm reminder... I couldn't help it, and tears flowed down my cheeks and into my mouth. They were very salty. . I was afraid of being seen, so I quickly fanned my eyes with my hands, hoping to make the tears evaporate as soon as possible, but the tears still spewed out unconsciously. All around, many students were sobbing silently. At this time, Teacher Peng Cheng made us crazy once. He asked us to rush to our parents, hug them tightly, and say I love you. I wiped away my tears, took a deep breath, walked slowly to my mother, smiled and hugged her tightly. Because of shyness, I didn't say those three words, but I believe my mother must have felt my love for her. At this moment, I made up my mind: I will not let her down, I will be her good daughter, be her caring little cotton-padded jacket, love her well, honor her, and make her the happiest mother in the world. I am also the happiest kid in the world.

Not every child is as lucky as me to have a warm and complete home. Teacher Peng invited students from single-parent families to the front of the venue and told us: "They are just like us, they don't need pity and sympathy, they only need our understanding and friendship." Looking at these peers from single-parent families, they bravely break through I lost myself, my eyes sparkled with tears. Luckily, I didn’t have any of my friends on stage. Seeing the teachers and classmates in the audience rushing to hug them, holding their hands and crying, I was thinking: If my friends encounter setbacks and misfortune, I will not let them down. I will not hesitate to rush to their side and do my meager part to accompany them and add a touch of warmth to their hearts. I believe that when I encounter difficulties, they will be the same as me, because they also love me.

Our growth is indispensable for the care of our parents, the help of our friends, and the guidance of our teachers. Teacher Peng's words brought me back to my thoughts: "Teachers who love their classmates, please come to the podium." As soon as I finished speaking, the head teacher, Teacher Jia, rushed forward. She smiled happily, waved to us, and had a blush on her cheeks when we shouted: "Teacher Jia, we love you." Teacher Peng asked the teachers to hug us one by one. Teacher Jia quickly rushed down from the podium, hugged us one by one, and said to us: "Baby, I love you." Teacher Jia's arms were warm and had a light fragrance, which made me intoxicated. I whispered in my heart: "Teacher, I love you, and I will not let you down. I will be your effective little assistant and tell you with my actions that your hard work has not been in vain."

The touching lecture is over, but the love continues. Friends, don’t let down the people who love you, let alone the people you love.

Comments on Excellent Works

Although this article by the young author is not an actual record of Teacher Peng Cheng’s lecture, it shows us the three scenes that moved her most. These three scenes are called parents' love, friends' love, and teacher's love. These three kinds of love are ordinary and accompany the growth of the young author. It was Teacher Peng Cheng's speech that evoked her subtle experience of these three kinds of love and inspired her to have a deep understanding of "Don't let down the one who loves you." Although the language of the article is plain, the emotions are delicate and sincere, and full of the warmth of love.

(Jia Qian)

Don’t let your conscience disappoint

　

Huang Fan, a sophomore in the Hongshan Campus of No. 3 Middle School

"Bang——" A low sound of something breaking came, echoing in the room and spreading around. What was broken under my feet was the blue and white porcelain vase that my grandfather cherished as much as life, and I was trembling on the side, at a loss.

I tried to calm down, and my brother's naughty laughter came to my ears, and I immediately had an idea in my mind. When my family hurried over to ask, I lowered my head and said, "My brother broke it." After saying that, I looked at my brother, and the confused look in his eyes stabbed me like a sword. I was so scared that I lowered my head again. head. The first time my brother was beaten, I touched his face and hurriedly wiped his tears. Tears dripped on my hands drop by drop, hot and seeping into my skin. I felt very guilty.

I have always believed that conscience is a very strange thing. Every time you do something bad, it will turn around and cause pain in your chest.

But now, it is like a sharp needle, rushing through my body, sending bursts of stinging pain from the depths of my soul. I didn't dare to look at my brother anymore and hurriedly walked out. Unknowingly, I walked into grandma's orchard. At this time, the sky was pattering with rain, the wind was gentle and the rain was soft, and the fruits on the fruit trees were so beautiful, but I was worried about my brother and had no intention of enjoying them. The rain seemed like drops of tears and silent accusations. The rain dripped on my body through my clothes, and it seemed like there was a burning pain in my body. The water plants that were vaguely visible in the river beside me also looked like my brother's eyes were blurred with tears, which made my heart faint. Pain.

I closed my eyes, and a picture of me and my brother playing happily flashed through my mind, and I reflected on my behavior. I didn't dare to take responsibility for what I did wrong, and even caused my brother to be beaten. My conscience was deeply condemned. I felt my brother's grievance and was deeply disappointed in myself. I mustered up the courage and made up my mind to admit my mistake. So, I dragged my heavy steps towards home.

When I got home, as soon as I stepped into the house, my brother appeared in front of me with a ball in his arms and said in a sweet voice: "Brother, can you play with me?" He touched his reddish cheeks gently with his hand and asked softly: "Does it still hurt? Brother, I'm sorry for you." He said "it doesn't hurt" and then looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, as if he had forgotten all the unhappiness just now. . I stroked my brother's little head, and felt a little more determined.

I knelt down in front of Grandpa. Grandpa didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with a sharp light in his eyes. I lowered my head even lower, but admitted my mistake out loud. After that, I tightened my body and waited for the "violent storm" to come, but - it didn't. I raised my head and saw tears flashing in my grandfather's eyes. He said with a trembling voice: "Forget it, let the past go. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is no great improvement."

I am just now. Understand that the mistakes you hide deep in your heart may be just a ripple on the water to others, but they are eroding your conscience all the time and making you suffer all the time. So from now on, don’t let your conscience down.

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Reading the article seems like appreciating a short film about the author’s spiritual purification. The opening scene is like a movie shot, making people feel like they are on the scene. The simple plot, accompanied by vivid psychological descriptions and detailed scenery, allow us to feel the step-by-step purification of the young author's conscience. Calling upon personal conscience and society's conscience, the young author's articles also bring us endless thoughts.

(Jia Qian)

Don’t let him down

　

Kong Demiao, a sophomore in the Hongshan Campus of Nanjing No. 13 Middle School

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When I was sweeping the tombs during the Qingming Festival, I discovered as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the cemetery that the five gilded characters that had been standing had lost their original brightness and became dull, giving people a dull feeling. Walking into the park, unknown trees on both sides grow in undulating heights, which is very uncoordinated. There is a small bungalow at the corner not far away. The plastic shed on the roof has been eroded by wind and rain for a long time, and the original color can no longer be seen. As soon as I saw it, I immediately thought of the old gardener who lived there, with his old face and simple clothes. Every year when sweeping the tomb, I could see his busy figure appearing in every corner of the garden, or carrying a brazier. , or carrying an old bucket...

After sweeping the tomb, I accidentally discovered that a family was burning paper against a small oil palm tree next to the tombstone. The flames were rising and falling, as if they were about to burn paper. The small tree was burned. The feared thing happened indeed. After a string of flames touched the branch lightly, the branch made a "crackling" sound, thick smoke jumped up, and the poor oil palm suddenly shone like a torch, and the scene became "spectacular". In a short time, the old man ran over, panting, and after hurriedly wiping his sweat, he ran back to the hut, fetched a bucket, filled it with water, and ran staggering all the way. The perpetrator had long since escaped. Perhaps because the resin of oil palm is relatively thick, the tree was basically burned, leaving behind charred branches and debris on the ground, and a burning smell filled the air. The old man looked helpless and wanted to cry but had no tears. He stood there in a daze. At this time, two security guards in the park strolled over leisurely, with cigarettes in their mouths, as if they were used to this kind of thing. They said to the old man indifferently: "Take care of the tree. Let's see what number it is." Yes, call his phone number and ask his family to come over and pay for it." After that, he left, with a puff of cigarette smoke spreading behind him. The old man was silent, with a heartbroken look on his face. When I walked to the tree trunk, I seemed to see a drop of turbid old tears sliding down the trunk, leaving a tear trail.

Garbage abandoned by grave sweepers was scattered around the garbage cans in the new area of ??the cemetery. The old man laboriously bent down and picked up the garbage into the garbage cans again and again. Finally, he gathered a few cans in his arms, step by step. Walking towards the hut, he stumbled and fell down at the door. The cans were scattered on the floor. Among the cans, there lay a brazier that had been discarded casually. I gently lifted the brazier and put it back in the corner. I could still vaguely see the words "please return it to its original place after use" written on the brazier. I was about to help the old man up, but he got up by himself, picked up the can on the ground, and entered the house silently, leaving me with only a calm, old and numb expression. I turned around and looked at the A1 brazier at the corner. The flames had not yet been extinguished. In the light of the fire, I seemed to see the old man's tears again.

Looking up, the four big slogans “Civilized Memorial and Sweeping” that can be seen everywhere in the cemetery deeply hurt my heart...

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< p>When I go to the cemetery to sweep graves during the Qingming Festival, it is common to see the piercing sound of firecrackers, the choking smell of fireworks, and garbage strewn on the ground. Today, when "green Qingming, civilized memorial service" is advocated, the author pays attention to an old man working silently in the cemetery, and describes the old man's disappointment and helplessness with delicate and detailed writing. Although it is just a small act like helping the old man move the randomly discarded brazier back to its original place, it is the young author's own action that sends out a cry: civilize the festival and don't let the old man who cares for the garden down. Although the ending does not address the topic directly, the ellipsis contains more profound meanings and is evocative.

(Jia Qian)