The composition of the senior high school entrance examination is 600 words

In study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are seven 600-word compositions for the senior high school entrance examination. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

A few days ago, we were very nervous about the mid-term exam, and the score results came out, which was not satisfactory.

165438+1October 4th Chinese will be tested in two classes before noon. As the bell rang, the invigilator came into the classroom, and our noisy classroom suddenly became silent. My heart is nervous and excited, like "fifteen fights-seven ups and downs", and my heart is pounding. The teacher handed out the test papers one by one to the students. I couldn't wait to read them from beginning to end, and then I was relieved. The problems are not difficult to find, they are all learned. Then I began to write seriously. After I finished writing, I checked it carefully several times. At this moment, the bell rang. I handed in my test paper happily and went out to play after class. Then I took a math test and an English test in the afternoon. I am very careful in everything I do.

After a few days, the score of the test paper finally came out, Chinese 94. 5 points, 99 points in math and 97 points in English. If you make a mistake in Chinese, 3 points will be deducted for your composition. Mathematics is underestimating that problem, alas! The carelessness is lost in Jingzhou, and the brackets are wrong. English is a listening question, and both plural and singular are wrong. Really shouldn't! In the future, I must carefully read the questions three times in the exam or in my usual homework, and then thoroughly understand the meaning of the questions before writing. The composition should be written in beautiful and fluent sentences, according to Cheng Xiao's method: (Read at least 20 minutes of good words and wonderful fragments every day. ) the article should be written longer, and the teacher said that it could not be written even if it was shorter.

In the future, I will ask myself the following questions:

1. Listen carefully in class and remember everything the teacher says. Follow the teacher's ideas and do as the teacher says.

2. Write down the key points the teacher said and take notes in class.

3. Develop the good habit of reviewing before homework and previewing after homework.

4. The homework left by the teacher should be carefully completed and carefully checked after the homework is finished.

The teacher said, "One exam doesn't mean future grades." I will study hard, learn lessons and strive for a good result in the final exam.

It's surrounded by hot air and full of low-rise bungalows. I saw the willow branches and leaves lush, and the light projected the tall willow on the ground. At the end of the shadow, there is a courtyard with closed doors.

I stepped forward, closed the door gently, waited silently, pushed open some broken wooden doors and saw another world.

I don't know who piled up the sundries, but they occupied the small passage overbearing. This is a big picture. Most of the houses are dilapidated and smell musty everywhere. Looking around again, there seems to be a man sitting in that corner.

It is obviously a summer full of vitality, but there is such a depressed yard and such a depressed person. His figure is very thin, which is the dark complexion formed by working in the hot sun for a long time. He sat motionless in the corner with empty eyes, as if he didn't realize there was such an unexpected visitor in the yard. His mouth squirmed and muttered something. I approached and heard him repeat "Tigress is dead".

It turns out that the man in front of me is Xiangzi, a tragic figure in Lao She's works.

I crouched down, flush with his eyes, and said to him, "Xiangzi, look at me." His eyes are still so blank and lifeless. "Xiangzi, don't be discouraged. I know you're sad that Tigress died in childbirth. You sold a car to bury her. Your dream is shattered again, but there is still hope. " He seems to have some expression, and his eyes have some burning eyes. "You can bring joy to Mr. Cao, and you can find a place to live happily. The meaning of human existence is to fight against fate! Joy has also suffered a lot, but until now, she has not given up, and you should not give up! " I continued to talk to myself, only to see Xiangzi's tears rolling in his eyes. He finally turned back into the energetic and indomitable man.

He stood up, smiled at me and walked back to the room. I heard him packing. Yes, he is going to find joy and take it away. Don't give in to fate now, work hard, everything will be in time, and a happy life will surely come quietly.

A seed, a dream.

-Inscribe how many passions interweave into a chapter of dreams under the blue sky. How many kinds of resonances in the breeze compose a pure movement. The seeds of my dream are sprouting.

sow seeds

Just got rid of childishness, just released perfect innocence, still ignorant, and has stepped into the campus. When I first heard the bell, I thought it was as exciting as a demure Athenian beauty waving her elegant sleeves and brushing her drum face. I sat up straight, and you came into my sight. There is kindness in your brow and your voice is beautiful. I know, you are a teacher. Looking at you on the podium, you are radiant and passionate, leading us through the dangerous beach of knowledge and swimming in the ocean of knowledge. Unconsciously, I fell in love with you.

Since then, I have planted a dream seed in my heart: to be a people's teacher like you.

Irrigation wind, whistling past; Rain, pattering; Heart, at a loss.

I have a test paper with a big red cross in my hand. The rain is pouring down, and I don't know whether it is rain or tears. I just stood at the school gate and let the rain fall on me. I didn't bring an umbrella, and I was afraid to go home and face my parents' disappointed eyes, so I stopped. At this time, you came to me with a flower umbrella and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?" Seeing the test paper in my hand, you seem to understand something. I look into your eyes and feel the warmth in your eyes. "Don't worry too much, the teacher believes you, and you will do well in the next exam." When I said this, my eyes were full of sincerity, like a clear spring.

I have strengthened my dream. From you, I have drawn nutrients and become the driving force for my growth.

I have been studying hard. The final result is among the best. I saw you smile for my progress, and quietly, the seeds in my heart sprouted.

Thank you, my dear teacher! Teacher, what a noble profession. Teacher, you have planted a seed full of teachers' dreams in my heart.

That seed is like a lotus lamp in my heart with a candle in the middle. Although the firefly was cut off, I will proudly hold out the glory.

I believe that one day, that seed will grow into a towering tree and provide shade for the next generation of students.

The composition for the senior high school entrance examination is 600 words and 4 phone calls-the exam is finally over! I'm panting. The two-day exam is finally over. This is the score.

The next day, a math test paper slipped on my desk. There are two numbers written on it in red ink: 93. Alas, an unsatisfactory test result. I shook my head helplessly and sighed gently. Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, I do not know how many days passed, the teacher's face fell, holding a stack of papers, which is a Chinese midterm paper. I quickly stepped onto the platform: "Teacher. How many points did I get? What came back was the teacher's silent answer. I thought I didn't do well in the Chinese exam, so I went back. Someone asked me, "Did the teacher send you a message yesterday? "? I said blankly, "What news? Is it homework information? "No, no, the text message says how many points you got in the exam. Come on!" I didn't receive it. "I replied. She opened her mouth to ask something, but the bell rang. My heart is pounding. "Nothing, I did well in the exam. "I comfort myself. It's calm on the surface, but I can't stop in my heart. I started marking, and my heart was in my throat. This, right; That, right; Well, that's right ... I give myself points while listening to the teacher.

"Well, the paper evaluation is completed. I'll read you some model essays below, so that you can listen to the best exam composition in our class. "

"The sky is high and the sky is light, and the composition fairy is coming out soon. I hope you don't look at mine. " This is a successful attempt. This is the cheers of the students. The second article, the third article ..... didn't happen until the fourth article. "That was a terrible attempt." I was shocked and thought: It's over. It won't be mine, will it? If it is mine, it will be miserable! Just finished writing a beginning, just for everyone to make a fool of themselves. This is obviously mine. I can't wait to find a crack in the ground.

"Give out examination papers after class."

Now, are you in the mood to do exercises? I have a 97-point test paper, and I am the fourth in my class. It seems that it is still useful for me to listen carefully in class and speak actively. In the future, I will do better and better than now!

Here, you can appreciate the lofty aspirations of "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". .

Here, you can feel the ease of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"

Here, you can appreciate the heroism of "one river never returns, a romantic figure through the ages".

He asked, "Where is this elegant place?"

Answer: "This is the temple of China people."

Chinese, like the navigation mark of my life, has accompanied me through sixteen spring and autumn periods and inserted wings for my ideal.

When I was a child, I just learned to read, and my mother put fairy tale books such as Andersen's Fairy Tales and Arabian Nights on my pillow, with pinyin versions on them.

When night falls and the sky is full of stars, mother's story begins. Smart little red riding hood, beautiful snow white, hateful old witch ... lifelike characters are rippling in my little heart.

Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with China people.

After graduating from primary school, I was able to read some books by myself. Every afternoon after school, I am addicted to the bookstore. When the sunset was half in the arms of Qingshan, I hurried home with my schoolbag on my back.

Seeing that I like reading so much, my father brought back some famous books. I am so hungry that I hold my hands in my arms, clap my hands when I see the benefits, and cry when I see the low tide.

I used to dress up as Qiong Yao's romantic costume, and I used to wear Jin Yong's martial arts style, which added a lot of color to my study.

After entering junior high school, although I was very nervous about my studies, I still found time to read some good books in the middle of the night.

In the book, I know the tragic fate of Xiangzi in Lao She's works, the tragic beauty of Daiyu's burial of flowers in Cao Xueqin's works, and the change of characters and the desolate world in Lu Xun's hometown. Of course, I also learned a lot of heroism from Lu, Guan Yu's integrity, his courage, the Monkey King's wit and courage. ...

Here, I have gained a lot and realized a lot.

At 6 o'clock at noon, the scorching sun is burning, making people breathless.

A young man with a cart came running head-on, looking about twenty years old, wearing a pair of cloth shoes and walking steadily. He ran closer, and I saw sweat running down his face, but he was full of energy. He seems to be full of hope, panting slightly, but smiling brightly.

He is Xiangzi in Lao She's novel Camel Xiangzi.

I waved, stopped his car and got on it. With the guests, the smile on his face shows his good mood, and his steps are getting more and more brisk. I looked up at the diabolical sunshine overhead and asked, "On such a hot day, the coachman doesn't know which teahouse to hide in. Why are you still running on the road? " "If I also rest like them, how can I see you? So you can't make money? I tell you, a penny is very important to me ... "

As soon as he talked about his dream, the chatterbox opened. "I just arrived in Beiping, a stranger, and I have to work hard to save money. It won't be long before I can have my own car, so I don't have to spend money. With my own car, it will be easier for me to earn money, and then I can buy another one soon. At this rate, I can open a factory! You don't have to work so hard every day! " Speaking of this, it seems that the dream is close at hand, and he laughs out loud. I saw the sweat dripping from his face and was quickly run over by the wheel. I heard him chattering about his dreams and laughing loudly. I seem to feel his hopeful heart.

I got off the bus and gave him more money. He always thanked me and said, "Good man, good man!" "I stood on the side of the road and watched him stand up straight, walk with firm and steady steps, run out of my sight and disappear into the noisy street.

Recalling the tragic ending of Xiangzi in Camel Xiangzi, I shook my head and sighed. Compared with Xiangzi, our life is so happy and worth cherishing! The Xiangzi I met was a Xiangzi who was not defeated by fate. What he told me was not only his dream, but also the present treasure.

600-word composition 7 "... lost at the crossroads, people come and go; Lost at the crossroads, is it the end or the turning point? Why did you leave me where I was? Lost at the crossroads, unable to tell whether it is left or right; Lost at the crossroads, is it forward, or back, or still ... "Sitting on the balcony, looking at the stars in the sky, listening to the music. An autumn leaf, falling slowly from the dead branches, landed in the pond outside the courtyard, rippling and floating, blurring the dark sky originally reflected in the water. Bleak, yes, this is the first feeling of seeing this scene at the moment. Just like Qu Yuan said, "Autumn wind blows, and Dongting waves fall under the leaves." For dead leaves, autumn has ended its years, and it has two choices. It can explain the feud about the cycle of life, and also praise the messenger of life for giving it a chance to be reborn. I think, dead leaves may still hesitate!

However, don't I wander in the middle of the intersection like a dead leaf? Left, right, is a choice. Looking at the sixteen-year-old starry sky overhead, I was lost. I will graduate in one year. Should I choose to stay at school or go out to work? My grades have not been very good, and I have serious partiality. This is one of my choices. If I choose to study, I will have a bright future and a perfect life, but my heart is bound by the outside world and I can't study with peace of mind; Choosing a job can provide an additional source of income for the family, but it will live up to parents' expectations. They raised me so much that I hope I can live well in the future. ...

The direction of the tree depends on the wind, and the direction of life depends on yourself. The crossroads is at this fork in the road, at this fateful moment. Just one minute, I stand at this fork in the road, and the choice I make will determine the way forward. The wind chimes of the years remind me that standing at the crossroads of life, what I need is a complete soul, a clear head and detached reason, so as not to get lost and go astray.