Composition: essay on college entrance examination

The years of shaking off the whole body are called dust, and the pain of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly is called growth.

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Occasionally, when I walked through the alley, the empty and heavy voice slammed into my heart. Ripples are the annual rings of the years, one circle, two circles ... eighteen circles. I stretched out my hand and habitually scratched my chest, only to catch the air that I fled in a hurry, only to find that the red scarf dubbed "dried radish" had long since disappeared. A futile sense of loss came crashing down and hit me on the shoulder, breaking my heart. Yes, this year, I am eighteen. 18 years old who is preparing for the college entrance examination.

Overbearing clouds covered the sun tightly, and scattered color blocks emerged from the cracks, blurring the treetops and finely mottling the green slabs with gullies under their feet. Shuttle between two points and one line like a mechanical machine every day. Walking in the noisy petrochemical forest, the mechanically blunt voice seems to be screaming "College Entrance Examination! College entrance examination! " Once upon a time, I sketched by the river with a sketchpad, depicting the colorful of an adult of 18 years old; When I was studying geometry, I ran around the street with my camera to capture every moment of my growth in 18 years. Today, 18-year-old "I want" has become a pavilion, and 18-year-old "Sky" has been shelved. I mechanically think that my life has lost its color and become monotonous. For example, the film has only one focus, that is, the college entrance examination. I began to miss the happiness of the past, but quietly let it drift away. I thought that life at the age of eighteen was like a slogan, living in rhyme and obeying.

That day, I was still busy on my way home. Hasty and aimless, anxious about psychological ambition. In the park, the crowds in twos and threes scattered or rested, which took away my irritability. Suddenly, a loud and brisk whistle sounded behind him. I looked inside and turned out to be a slightly older pupil. He smiled shyly at me and drew a warm arc around his mouth. He jumped in front of me lightly, shook his little head and asked shyly, "Sister, do you think I played well?" Why are you frowning? I'll teach you how to blow! "My chubby little hand touched my eyebrow, soft as coal, and my heart was warm. The soft palm line smoothed out my protruding eyebrow line. "Like this," he pursed his lips and blew hard. I carefully imitated his blowing, and my mouth tilted high, but I only heard the air flowing rapidly and sighed. He laughed his head off and corrected my movements proudly, just like an adult. My heart is filled with happiness factors in an instant.

Even Yunduo laughed from ear to ear and let the sun slip out at will. Our laughter distorted the light, which was very strange. A middle school student's school uniform and a primary school student's school uniform fit very well, and the two disheveled places are staggered together, and laughter is everywhere. This is life at the age of eighteen.

I feel relieved. Eighteen is not the season for dating. We are enjoying the growth from cocoon to butterfly and the glory of phoenix nirvana.

At eighteen, she is a beauty, and she is waiting for us to draw her eyebrows and eyes. Light makeup is always appropriate.

The sunshine is very good in the summer of eighteen. Let's shake off the dust, greet the memory of eighteen years old proudly after many years, and say loudly, "Nice to meet you!" " "

From this moment on, I set sail. I am eighteen years old.

eighteen years old

Blow out the candles You are eighteen years old.

Looking back and forth in front of the threshold of adults and children, it seems to me that there is endless fear and helplessness.

Like a lost child, standing at the crossroads of the vast sea of people, I lost my way. Fear of the unknown future, helplessness of the beautiful childhood that has passed away.

Maybe I'm shallow. I 18 years old. I should have a beautiful high school life, a beautiful emotional world, endless love novels, endless idol stars, endless series, endless comics and a beautiful vision for the future. Maybe I'm a little sad about spring, I admit it. Fear and helplessness are somewhat incompatible with a carefree high school student.

Maybe I am a realist.

Knowledge is power. My opinion is that knowledge is money. Without knowledge, I will be an empty-handed street villain. This should be an idea I had when I was 10 years old. So at least I'm not naive.

A little scared, the amount of knowledge is inversely proportional to my age, at least I think so. The primary school was also called to represent the school in the math olympiad, but it is still a problem to pass the math exam in senior one. Besides, I am a girl. The inequality between men and women is well reflected in this respect.

Can I choose science? I was a little conflicted in my freshman year. I am not good enough to immediately analyze the stress of a flying football when I see a bubbling lake, and immediately distinguish whether it is methane or ethane, but I am quite bold. Only want, nothing can't be done! Very chairman Mao's spirit.

But to be honest, it's tiring. Sometimes I really want to, really want to, and I have been ranked 30th in the exam since childhood. I can't go up or down, neither too much nor too little, nor too much hope, nor too much disappointment. You don't have to do this. You always want to be in a position where ten fingers are enough. Sometimes we can't reach it, but more is chagrin and disappointment. Tired, isn't it?

Maybe everything is not so troublesome. I can live a simple life at home, finish high school quietly, simply and in a muddle, go to an unknown university, have a job with poor salary, and save money. Isn't that great? But like I said, I am realistic. I'd rather live a busy but full life. Maybe tired, but also very happy.

Those days when bicycles flew fast should have been ten years, and gradually disappeared between raising their heads and lowering their heads. As Lolo said, "Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away." I always take pains to say and write this sentence. Because it's really right. Childhood is always beautiful, simple and silly. Even if there is a little pressure to study occasionally, to be honest, it is nothing compared with the busy life in the future.

Standing on the threshold of eighteen, looking back, you can only move forward, because don't forget, you have no way out.

eighteen years old

At eighteen, I thought a lot.

I am eighteen years old, walking outside the wall, with a swing in the wall, willing to be affectionate and being annoyed mercilessly; The days of worrying about giving new worries have passed, but I don't want to say that I still want to say "this is a cool autumn". How many can there be at the age of eighteen? I left childishness, still naive, but still immature, but also sensible.

Because 18 is only once, it always reminds people of many things. It seems to be established. The child is half asleep. It depends on parents and teachers. Even today, I gathered a media to photograph him: "Hey-eighteen!" The baby will wake up.

Now that I'm awake, I have to think about it. A person should have his own thinking, otherwise he will only see the world through other people's eyes and understand the world with other people's understanding. So at the age of eighteen, I began to think more deeply than before.

First of all, I hope I still have the calmness and sobriety of learning to pester others. It is true that I have gone through eighteen years, and I have also learned something, from which I have given birth to some sighs. I can't pretend to be innocent, but I don't need to be too cynical. The child was absorbed in hanging on the ribbon, and passers-by only waved at a distance when asking questions-only he sensed foreign objects, but insisted on himself. Child as he is, he is obviously clever. He knows what he wants. Do passers-by get praise after getting help or catch a small fish? Eighteen. I wish I were like him.

At the age of eighteen, I read "Parents are here, don't travel far". Oh, but look out the window, it's the world! I am eager to appreciate its magnificence. However, my parents and I have a common responsibility. They raised me for so many years. What should I do? Happiness also has the second half sentence "You must swim well." How well said! Just like Mr. Lin Yutang, he loves his homeland but travels around the world.

Around the age of eighteen, there are some world-weary expressions and proverbs, and I am full of doubts. This is how they really feel? Or do you make excuses for giving up halfway and being cynical? I don't want to dissect any more. I am waiting for a "penumbral eclipse" with my friends in the park. The breeze passed, it was cool, and the park was quiet, only a short dance music was heard. They looked up at the sky, but gradually found that watching the eclipse was not important. We are only glad that we still have the mood of enjoying the moon at night during the third year of high school. They all say, "Nine times out of ten, life is unpleasant." If you leave every time you turn around, aren't you afraid of a lifetime? What's more, at the age of eighteen, there is no reason to give up heartbreak! If you slack off, admit it generously. The Roman emperor said, "This is a shame. When your body is not old, your soul is old. "

At eighteen, I thought a lot. I started thinking. Extensive and miscellaneous, thin and broken, not necessarily meticulous. It must be easy to laugh.

But I know that one day, I will get a handful of bones, so even if I am only 18 years old, I will put on a conformal shape and walk away gradually so as not to waste the afterlife.

eighteen years old

Son, you are eighteen today! The constitution gives you the right to be an adult citizen, and society gives you a stage to make great achievements. As a mother, I also want to give you three things.

The first one is impatiens.

There is only one kind of feeling in the world at the cost of letting go, and that is mom's love for you. When the seeds of impatiens are ripe, it is the day when mother and child are separated. Impatiens will shoot seeds into distant land with great pain. In the unpredictable future, a brand-new world can only be developed by seeds themselves.

Don't blame your mother for being heartless. You know, when Shi Tiesheng wandered alone on the altar, it was his old mother and those eyes that never left behind the tree.

When you wander in the society, don't forget that your seemingly heartless mother and relatives will always be your warm harbor.

The second is a salmon specimen.

Although salmon grows in flowing water, it is firmly rooted in its hometown like a plant. They were born in fresh water and struggled to grow up in seawater, but every breeding season, thousands of salmon swim from the estuary against the waves and cross rivers and streams just to return home. It is said that fish can only remember for seven minutes, but salmon can remember its hometown for a lifetime!

Mom also wants you to care about your hometown. After half a year, you will leave your hometown and continue to study in big cities; You may also go abroad for further study in a few years. Please don't dislike the "rustic" spirit of grandparents, let alone the relative backwardness of China. The song in A Dream of Red Mansions is: "It's too noisy. You sang me out and missed your hometown!" Is to satirize those who don't miss their hometown and have no roots.

When you leave your hometown, don't forget to miss it from time to time and repay the kindness of your hometown one day.

The third is lily soup on the table. You like lilies, but your mother often won't let you. Do you know why? A stout bulb will suck up the nutrients of the land like a gadfly, and the land will be barren and can no longer be cultivated, which is a vicious circle. ...

Lily only knows how to take, but she doesn't know how to give back. I don't want you to do this. Remember when you donated money for the earthquake last year, when you saw Wang Shi and Shi Yuzhu on TV, you were indignant ... and only donated hundreds of thousands of dollars. Although you gave everything at that time, only 5 thousand yuan, but mom thought you were more commendable than them.

When you have a successful career, don't forget to give back to the society and do your best, because it is society that has created you now!

Eighteen is a turning point. You will bid farewell to youth and undertake life independently. Please take three things your mother gave you on the road! When you are confused and helpless, when you are struggling and enterprising, when you have a successful career, don't forget:

You have family!

You are still in your hometown!

You are still in society!

eighteen years old

Grandpa's Eighteen is a simple and loud folk song. Set foot on the mountain road, step by step out of the life track; Cut the wheat straw with a knife and leave a mark with the knife. His pupils are burning with a fire of 18 years old, remembering the city sky in the night wind in the mountains and depicting the inner neon in the country lights.

He hopes, yearns for, but always has no regrets. At that time, the new China was just born, and his eighteen-year-old was full of selfless courage. At the age of eighteen, he has broad shoulders and shoulders a sweet burden for his elderly parents. At the age of eighteen, he has more strength to reach out to his hands and open a brighter future for his siblings. Grandpa looked up at his 18-year-old immature face stained with local culture and looked at the sky and the future with firm and enthusiastic eyes. My grandfather 18 years old clung to the wheat field, but he saw new hope in the wheat field. Like the wind, he carved 18-year-old grandfather until 18-year-old grandfather was fixed as a statue in the long history of China. The statue is alive. He speaks in time and sings loud folk songs.

Time flies, pulling back and forth endlessly. Dad's eighteen years old is a variation that spans the times. Backpack into the city, step by step out of the legend of hard work; Look at the prosperity and stare at the changes of the times. His face is filled with a confident smile of 18 years old, stirring the young beam in the ordinary post and recalling his childhood on the crowded road.

He creates, he struggles, and he is an active life in this era of reform and opening up. At the age of eighteen, he was infected with the cinnabar of reform, which was an opportunity for renewal and an innovative idea. His 18 years old is more and more high-rise buildings; This is an increasingly beautiful flower of life watered with sweat. Like a paintbrush, they painted my father's eighteen years old until the colors flowed on the canvas, and my brighter eighteen years old flowed out.

My 18-year-old is a brand-new symphony welcoming the light. Step on the rhythm, run out of the rhythm of the times, hold the pen in your hand and write down the poems of youth. I stand at my gorgeous and full 18 years old, and look back at my grandfather's 18 years old and my father's 18 years old. I left myself inexplicably confused and helpless in the torrent of time, because I deeply understand that my 18 years old was created by my grandfather's dusty 18 years old and my father's sweaty 18 years old. How can I make this 18-year-old flower fall silently in the dust of years?

I clearly saw me at the age of 18, changing the world, beating the pulse of the times, adding a brand-new smile and spreading my wings. What remains unchanged is responsibility and strength.

I planted my passionate dream of 18 years old in my soul, and my soul will blossom a flower of 18 years old, which will turn into the next 18 years old enlightenment lamp.

eighteen years old

Time flies, the baby's bright crying disappears in the wind, and the swing of childhood is drifting away. Before I know it, I am eighteen years old.

When I opened the door of eighteen, I was already an adult. I felt the unique flavor of this era in the long grass and drizzle. I was still an ignorant age, with a little sadness, loneliness and unspeakable joy.

I am eighteen years old. I like to go home at night and watch the bright street lamp emit soft and bright white light, like a blooming dandelion, standing quietly in the dark. At this moment, the world seems to be quiet. I look at this dandelion that doesn't like wandering, and I have a faint joy. It is a secret to witness its beauty alone.

I am eighteen years old. Walking alone in the street, I looked at the shadow under my feet, and the warm light pulled it into a lonely shape. Although I feel lonely, I am not lonely or sad. Li Bai, until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow, so that the three of us, I think he is lonely, but he is not lonely, because loneliness can be enjoyed. I like to enjoy such a faint loneliness, which belongs to the taste of eighteen.

I am eighteen years old. I like to sit by the window on a sunny afternoon, let the sunshine shed warm light on myself, and the cream tea beside me is refreshing. At the age of eighteen, I learned to feel the warm and beautiful things in life.

I am eighteen years old. I learned to appreciate the classical beauty, listening to the melodious flute breaking through the tranquility of the forest, listening to the sad sound of the guqin overflowing the city and taking away all the noise. The ancients said, "Lingling lyre, there is a cold wind in the pines." Don't Zen. Classical poetry is touching, and my hand gently brushed the yellow paper. I seem to see the young woman in the boudoir staring into the distance, waiting for her lover to come back. In the desert, the smoke from kitchen chimneys tells the soldiers' sadness. In the shabby hut, the old man is eager to shelter the poor in the world. Although I don't fully understand the feelings of poets, I feel their sadness or joy, and feel the classical feelings.

Youth is a beautiful scenery, which will pass away with the running water. I hope I can experience life every minute. The idea that I am 18 years old, the feeling that I am 18 years old, and the feeling that I am 18 years old cannot be felt by other ages. I want to seize these treasures when 18 years old, seize these joys and savor them before they expire.

Eighteen years old is just one of countless stations in life. In this station, I feel a little sad, a little lonely, a little sad, and a longing for the future. Fireworks burn into beautiful moments with their own lives, but it has no regrets, because its life is brilliant.

Eighteen is a colorful age.