College entrance examination composition

College entrance examination composition: This proposition composition is good.

On June 5438+ 10, 2009, the Chinese composition of Fujian college entrance examination adopted the proposition composition "Chinese flavor", but it was required to be self-made and the subject matter was not limited. This gives candidates a lot of choices, and candidates should work hard on "taste". Write what is "flavor" or what represents Chinese flavor in China; It can describe the spirit or material, such as the traditional culture and festivals in China, the special snacks in China, and the indomitable personality of China people in the face of disasters. Composition questions give students more room to write articles. This is also a direction of writing questions in recent years.

At the beginning of April, in 2009, Fujian quality inspection Chinese composition continued to follow the fine tradition of learning propositional composition. The essay topic is:

Six, writing (70 points)

17. Please write an article on the topic of "eighteen years old". (70 points)

Pay attention to ① self-determination; 2 style selection; ③ No less than 800 words.

I think such a propositional composition is good! First of all, students don't have to spend a lot of time and energy guessing the meaning of "material", let alone digress. Secondly, it also reflects that the life concept of the new curriculum reform is consistent. Eighteen, everyone is eighteen. For senior three students, they have already experienced eighteen. Third, although everyone is eighteen, or has feelings and understanding of the experience of eighteen, everyone's eighteen is not exactly the same, and everyone's expression of eighteen is even different. Therefore, there are formal differences in conception and structure, language and style, and they resort to words, which constitutes the difference in composition scores. The following are some perfect compositions released by the media in this quality inspection in Fujian Province, from which we can thoroughly feel the "rational interest" of propositional compositions. (Acknowledgement: the authors of the candidates with the following full marks, the teachers who posted the following full marks on the Internet, etc. )

Attachment: Perfect composition at the age of eighteen.

eighteen years old

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 walk through the alley, the empty and heavy sound hits my heart violently. Ripples are the annual rings of the years, one circle, two circles ... eighteen circles. I stretched out my hand and habitually grabbed my chest, only to catch the rushing air, only to find that the red scarf dubbed "dried radish" had long since disappeared. An inexplicable sense of loss hit me on the shoulder and broke my heart. Yes, this year, I am eighteen. 18 years old who is preparing for the college entrance examination.

Overbearing clouds tightly covered the sun, and scattered color blocks emerged from the cracks, blurring the treetops and leaving tiny spots on the green slate with gullies under their feet. Shuttle between two points and one line like a mechanical machine every day. Walking among the noisy petrochemical forests, 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 colors of an adult of 18 years old; When I was in geometry class, I ran around the street with my camera to capture every moment of my growth in 18 years. Nowadays, 18-year-old "I want to" has become a pavilion, while 18-year-old "Sky" has been shelved. I mechanically think that my life has lost its color and become monotonous black and white. For example, there is only one key point in thin film, and that is the college entrance examination. I began to miss the happiness of the past irresistibly, but quietly let the happiness drift away. I thought that life at the age of eighteen was like a slogan, living in rhythm and obeying.

That day, I was still busy on my way home. Hasty and aimless, with great anxiety about psychology. In the park, the crowds in twos and threes either scattered or rested, which took away my irritability. Suddenly, a loud and brisk whistle sounded from behind. I looked inside and turned out to be an 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 play well?" Why are you frowning? I'll teach you how to blow! "My chubby little hand touched my eyebrows, soft as coal, and warmed my heart. The soft palm line leveled my raised eyebrow line. " Like this, "he pursed his lips and blew hard. I carefully imitated his blowing, with 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 are very suitable, and the two disheveled places are staggered together, and laughter splashes. 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.

She is a beauty at the age of eighteen, and she is waiting for us to paint 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 at the threshold of adults and children, it seems to me that there is endless fear and helplessness.

Just 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 cartoons 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 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. For me, at least I think so. Primary school is also called to participate in the Mathematical Olympics on behalf of the school, but it is still a problem that senior one fails the math exam. 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 ambivalent when I was a freshman. When I saw a bubbling lake, I was not enough to immediately analyze the force of a flying football and immediately judge whether it was methane or ethane, but I was quite bold. Only want, nothing can't be done! Very chairman Mao's spirit.

But the fact is quite tiring. Sometimes I really want to, I 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. I don't have much hope, and of course I don't have 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, and we are more worried and disappointed. Tired, isn't it?

Maybe everything is not so troublesome. I can live a simple life by my family, finish high school quietly, simply and in a muddle, go to an unknown university, have a job with a low 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 very tired, but also very happy.

Those days when bicycles were speeding 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 and forth, you can only move forward, because don't forget, you have no way out.

eighteen years old

At eighteen, I thought a lot.

At the age of eighteen, I was walking outside the wall, and there was a swing inside, willing to be affectionate and annoyed mercilessly; I said that the days when I was worried about giving new troubles 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 my childishness and remain naive, but I am still immature, but I am also very sensible.

It is precisely because 18-year-old I only get one chance, so I always remind people of many things. It seems to have become a routine. The child is half asleep. It depends on parents and teachers. Even today, I gathered a media to film him: "Hey-eighteen!" The child will wake up.

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

First of all, I hope I still learn to grasp the coolness and sobriety of silk. It is true that I have gone through eighteen years, and I have learned something, from which I have 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-it was only that he noticed the foreign object, but he insisted on himself. Child as he is, he is obviously clever. He knows what he wants. Did passers-by get praise or catch a small fish after getting help? Eighteen. I wish I were like him.

When I was eighteen, I read "My parents are here, I don't travel far". Oh, but looking out the window is 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 has the second half sentence, "You must swim well." Well said! Like Mr. Lin Yutang, he loves his motherland, but he travels around the world.

Around the age of eighteen, some expressions and proverbs are world-weary, and I am full of doubts. Is this how they really feel? Or make excuses for giving up halfway and being cynical? I don't want to dissect any more, and wait for a "penumbral eclipse" in the park with my friends. The breeze blew, it was cool, the park was quiet, and only some 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 unsatisfactory." If you turn away every time, aren't you afraid of a lifetime? What's more, at eighteen, there is no reason to give up heartbreaking! 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. "

When I was 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 white bone, so even if I am only 18 years old, I should build a conformal shape and walk away gradually to avoid wasting the afterlife.

eighteen years old

Son, you are eighteen today! The Constitution gives you the rights as 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 their 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 her ruthlessness. You know, when Shi Tiesheng walked alone in the Ditan, the old mother and those eyes never left 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 against the waves from the estuary and cross rivers and streams just to return to their hometown. It is said that fish can only remember for seven minutes, but salmon can remember their 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 our ancestors, let alone the relative backwardness of China. A dream of red mansions sings: "it's too noisy, you can sing me out and sing your hometown wrong!" " 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 forbids you to eat them. Do you know why? A stout bulb will absorb nutrients from the land like a gadfly, and the land will become 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. I still remember that when you donated money for the earthquake last year, when you saw Wang Shi and Shi Yuzhu on TV, you were very angry ... you 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 your youth and undertake your own life independently. Please take three things your mother gave you on the road! When you are confused and helpless, when you strive for progress, 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 a knife. His pupils are burning with the flame of 18 years old, remembering the sky of the city in the night wind in the mountains and depicting the neon of the soul in the lights of the village.

He hopes and yearns, but he always has no regrets. At that time, New China had just been established, and his eighteen-year-old was full of selfless courage. He 18 years old has wide shoulders, and he bears 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 brothers and sisters. Grandpa looked up at his 18-year-old young face stained with local culture, and looked at the sky and the future with firm and enthusiastic eyes. 18-year-old grandfather clung to the wheat field, but saw new hope in the wheat field. He carved his 18-year-old grandfather like the wind until he 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 was filled with a confident smile of 18 years old, which aroused the young beam in the ordinary post and recalled 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 is a newer opportunity and a newer creativity. His 18 years old is more and more high-rise buildings; This is a more and more beautiful flower of life watered by sweat. Like brushes, they depict my father's eighteen years old until the colors flow on the canvas and my brighter eighteen years old flows out.

My 18 years old is a brand-new symphony facing the light. Step on the right rhythm, run out of the rhythm of the times, hold a pen in your hand, and write youthful poems. I stand on 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 my indescribable confusion and helplessness in the torrent of time, because I deeply understand that my 18 years old was created by my grandfather's travel-stained 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 my 18 years old, and changed 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 bloom my flowers of 18 years old, which will become the next enlightenment lamp of 18 years old.

eighteen years old

Time flies, the baby's bright cry 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 atmosphere of this era in the long grass and drizzle. I am still an ignorant age, with a little sadness, loneliness and indescribable 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, raise my cup, and I ask 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 shine on me, 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 beauty of classicism, listening to the melodious flute breaking through the tranquility of the forest, and listening to the sad guqin overflowing the city and taking away all the noise. The ancients said: "Lingling lyre, there is a cold wind in the pines." Stop meditating. Classical poetry is touching, and the hand gently brushed the yellowed 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 figure is eager to shelter the poor in the world. Although I don't fully understand the poet's feelings, I feel their sadness or joy, and feel the classical feelings.

Youth is a beautiful scenery, it will disappear with the running water. I hope I can experience life in every minute. What I thought when I was 18 years old, what I felt when I was 18 years old, and what I felt when I was 18 years old were not felt at 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 stops in life. In this post station, I feel a little sad, a little lonely, a little sad, and I look forward to the future. Fireworks burn with their own life into a moment of beauty, but it has no regrets, because its life is brilliant.

Eighteen is a colorful age.