A 600-word holiday essay for rural high school children

Winter vacation is here, and as usual, in addition to a relaxing holiday, there is also a lot of homework. In order to avoid rushing around the clock in the last few days like before, on the first day of vacation, I recorded all the tasks that needed to be completed every day.

On the first day, I got up early, contrary to my usual habit of staying in bed. When it dawned late in the winter, the morning sky was still gray, so I took out my homework book with great enthusiasm and wrote carefully one stroke after another.

My mother got up and saw that I had already started studying. She was surprised and full of joy: "Oh, not bad! I'm in such good condition today." But she still didn't forget to pour a basin of cold water on her: "I just didn't know how to do it. How many days will it last?”

Hmph! I must prove to her that I have changed a lot, I am no longer as lazy as before, and I don’t always look at people with the same old eyes.

At night, I was lying in bed, feeling very happy. It felt like a sense of accomplishment to conquer my homework.

The next day, I strictly implemented the plan, but the efficiency was not as high as yesterday, and I finished it very late.

On the third day, I used all my willpower to crawl out of bed. While doing my homework, I looked up at the "Winter Vacation Plan" on the wall. I felt that it was particularly hard, but I remembered my mother's words, I couldn't bear to be told by her. Cheer yourself up and keep working hard.

On the fourth day, I had guests at home, but forced by the plan, I had to put away my fun, quietly shut myself up in the room, and thanked the guests behind closed doors. He hears things outside the window and only reads the books of sages."

An hour passed, and the sound of chatter, laughter and TV playing outside the house reached my ears. I didn’t read much of the "Books of Sages", but I could hear all the "things outside the window". Unable to resist the temptation, I finally got up and left the house, and asked my mother to rest for half a day, and she agreed. After getting the approval, I hurried to the computer and put my plans and homework behind my mind.

Time passed slowly, but I still didn’t get up to go to school.

It wasn’t until twelve o’clock in the evening that I turned off the computer and went to bed, but I never touched the half-finished homework.

At night, everything ceases and everything is quiet.

Being in the darkness, the noise no longer sounded in my ears, and I suddenly felt an indescribable fear in my heart.

I turned over, tried to calm down the uneasiness in my heart, and comforted myself: "It doesn't matter, there is not much homework left, it's okay if the plan is not completed occasionally, the worst thing is to get up early tomorrow to make up for it, it's not early Let’s go to sleep now!”

I closed my eyes and didn’t think about my homework, but it was of no use. The plans on the wall and the homework on the table kept popping up in my mind, and I seemed to be already sleepy. Also disappeared without a trace.

Get up, get out of bed, turn on the light, spread out your homework, and write hard.

The cold wind is howling outside the window, and a light inside the window is like a bean.

Looking at the densely packed characters, I suddenly felt an indescribable calmness welling up in my heart: Holding the thin and straight penholder, I suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind in my chest.

Time flows like water, but I don’t feel sleepy. The moment I finished writing the last word, the joy was so obvious.

After placing the homework books neatly, I turned off the lights and lay on the bed. My mood was not as anxious as before, but relaxed, from body to mind.

Before going to sleep, I warned myself: I can only rest after I have completed what I have to do. Otherwise, my heart will always be tense for it, and I will not get a moment of peace, even if I find it temporarily in the game. It's easy, but it's not really easy.

Only by working hard honestly and diligently can you feel relaxed happiness.

2.

At the end of each year, the children's mood will become uncontrollably surging and exciting, and their childish and romantic hearts will burst out with incredible and bold ideas. Novel hopes and plans, imagining the year-end rewards that relatives and friends will give to themselves: lucky money. How much is it, and whether my goal can be achieved.

But in the end it was still unsuccessful.

Actually, one day's pain is enough to bear for one day. The next day, you should remember to let go of the pain and keep happiness, and don't make your schedule more and more heavy. I did it. It’s just that every day there is pain that belongs to that day. So I bear it every day.

Yes, it’s whether you miss someone when you are lonely, or you feel lonely when you miss someone. I looked at so many people. Is it ridiculous to sometimes look at the person in front of me and think about another person? I didn't know that one could really be seen in another person. I am silent and I sigh. I feel sorry. The feeling is very complicated, very complex, and there is too much sadness and joy in the memory. It is an irony of the present and it makes me feel sad.

After one semester, I started my old habit again and got used to writing space diaries. I don't know why, I looked at the past logs. Very confused,

Did you write that yourself? Why would you write those things?

I think maybe in the future I will also wonder why I am writing this now.

Yes. Time has passed, people have changed, everything has changed. I met X today. Still didn't say a word, probably because he didn't know what to say. It's a stranger, but it's not relief. I always ask myself, is it tiring to hold on like this?

I felt more and more lonely at school, so I used studying to numb myself. After returning home, now I am alone again, isn't it? It's so cold, my heart is cold. A person is really, really cold. So I use the Internet to numb myself. Put aside the biology exams and mid-term exams, just smash them. I wasn't supposed to be a good student, so why should I be a good student? I was a bad student. It’s just that you’ve been suppressing yourself, right?

I scanned my classmates and found that there were really few friends. If there were really many, then the friends here were just talking, not heart-to-heart, or just for fun. I have always had low self-esteem and was sensitive. Always care about a word or an action. I laughed at myself for caring so much. There's no way around it, I'm just like this, I've changed no matter what. I don’t know why I always care about things that have passed for a long time, but I just can’t forget them, and I feel like crying when I think about them.

The process and ending are already there, and if you continue to struggle, even you will feel greedy.

4.

The stars will never give up their brilliant starlight, the mountains will never give up because they are evergreen, and the road will never give up because people can always step on it... .However, what I will never give up is my learning.

As time goes by, I have learned to care about the people around me, learned to understand others, and learned what commitment is... I also learned to put my mind on studying.

Looking back, I was shocked to realize that I was not diligent. Although I was often praised by teachers in class, I was not at all diligent. I feel that there is a trace of happiness in my life. What the teachers see is my hypocrisy. The saddest thing is that they never realize that I am as playful as the poor students. I don't like to study. I always look at my high school classmates with a playful smile every day when I do morning exercises. I always feel that physical training is not terrible.

On this day, I really realized the hard work of high school students at that time. "You are not training for me. Don't think about it for me." Talent training "sigh!" This smiling tiger finally appeared. It was really uneasy and kind-hearted. Maybe it was the influence of the environment. I suddenly felt the tension of studying. The British romanticist Shelley once said, "Spring is coming, winter is coming." Can it be far away?" But I have to say, "Now that hell is coming, will there still be heaven?" Isn't high school a hell? I know when and what day I can go to that heaven.

I I am not willing to easily decide whether studying in the third grade of junior high school is "hard" or "comfortable". But no matter what, I have to get through it. I can never stay here and throw it away. I have formed a habit. Just say "I can do it" to myself every day. Maybe this is an encouragement to myself. It is this habit that makes me learn to be optimistic. In this urgent period, I can only focus on my studies. The only thing left in my eyes is the unknown object of learning.

The night is silent. I am tired tonight and lying on the bed. I can’t forget those damn physics questions that I have to write. Mathematical proof problems that are known to be solved...I fell in love with learning. I know that I cannot put it in an inconspicuous corner in my study career. I must also always put it first in my heart. .This is not a constraint, just a habit. It turns out that what it gives me is not a general taste, but something that makes me feel happy. What others can't do, I do it well without knowing it. , and got a lot of envious eyes. Isn’t this the little comfort that learning gives me? At least my life is not dull.

My life is inseparable from learning, and learning can be done in school, especially in school. Outside of school and outside the classroom, I learned more about the principles of life, which are the material for my writing and the object of my painting. I can’t give up on learning, and learning will go with me!

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Dream New Year gt;gt;

Slogans such as "Celebrate the Spring Festival" can often be seen on TV advertisements, and it is these slogans that add to the Spring Festival. An atmosphere of joy.

Everyone goes shopping before the Spring Festival, buying new clothes, new shoes, etc. And I am no exception. It is said that this means that the new year can bring a new look and good luck. I think the Spring Festival also has a good side and a bad side. Of course, it is good for us, there is a holiday, and there is a gain. For cleaners, the New Year is a very hard period. The amount of garbage they have to clean increases a lot during the Spring Festival. In fact, when we are happy, we should not destroy things or throw things away. We "should not base our happiness on the pain of others." Therefore, we should not throw things away when playing in public places. Only in this way can the cleaning workers also "celebrate the Spring Festival". The government also specially organized a fireworks show so that people could "celebrate the Spring Festival". This party was held on the night of the 19th. Many people came that night, and people even had to squeeze out of the road. The fireworks started to set off. First of all, what we saw before our eyes were bunches of colorful fireworks shooting into the sky, and then exploding in the air, like beautiful flowers. Then there were more fireworks in various shapes as they exploded in the air. While people were watching, there were bursts of "wow" sounds from time to time.

But after the fireworks show ended and people dispersed, the archway (the name of the place) turned into a "garbage dump" with garbage everywhere. The cleaning workers are very busy here. They all bend down to pick up garbage. When I saw this scene, I thought: Those cleaners must be very tired after picking up. Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it is really painful to have to work so hard! So we should stop throwing things around so that the cleaning workers can also "celebrate the Spring Festival". On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I was very happy to go to Guangzhou with my family. When we came to Guangzhou, I felt that Guangzhou was a prosperous international city. There were many people walking on the street, but they were also relatively rule-abiding. The reason why I say this is because they can feel free to throw unwanted things into the trash can, although a small number of people are not very disciplined. But there is a certain gap compared with my home, Zhaoqing. Although Zhaoqing has made progress than before and can promote environmental protection on TV and propose some rules and regulations, I feel it is still not enough. These rules and regulations are not yet effective for a wide range of people, and our own environmental awareness is not strong enough. We must strengthen education, and only strengthening education is the main way to improve people's environmental awareness.

So we must strengthen the education of environmental awareness so that we can become civilized people, so that cleaning workers can also "celebrate the Spring Festival" and make our homes more beautiful.

Impressions of the Spring Festival

In this snowless and increasingly warm season, the Spring Festival unknowingly buries the ordinary days and rushes towards us. Looking at the newly purchased wall calendar on the wall and counting the days approaching the last Spring Festival of this century, I can’t help but sigh that the years are rushing by and another peaceful and busy year has passed.

As the year draws to a close, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood have faded away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks and dumplings, and I no longer look forward to being one year older and more knowledgeable. 10%, rather than saying that the Spring Festival is the happiest time, it is a moment when people suddenly realize that they are getting older and have greater responsibilities.

To express general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write some articles about spring and nostalgia, the elegance has long since disappeared. Like a program host, talking about this year's major events, lamenting the past and present, and thinking about the future is just to win compliments and applause from the audience. I won’t deceive myself or others. Maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day among 365 days in a year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial hype into it, so it seems particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, suppress our expectations and restlessness, and obtain some subtle satisfaction outside of eating, drinking, laughing, and visiting relatives and friends.

In the past, the Spring Festival left me with many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel the same joyful and grand festival as I did then. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps due to their own personalities and interests. No matter how various media exaggerate and bombard me, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. I feel a lot more helpless and a little more nervous than usual. Tired and heavy. You have to go to your parents, you have to go to your relatives and friends, you have to go to meet your colleagues, but the real content is always about eating and drinking. Clichés such as "Congratulations on getting rich", "Happy New Year" and "Good Luck" feel awkward but I have to repeat them over and over again. Parading the streets, shopping, guessing riddles, lighting up lamps, giving gifts and entertaining guests year after year endlessly. People are like a top, being whipped around and spinning without knowing where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we still have to force ourselves to be excited as children, watch the night-long party, and listen to the laughter of others, but what we feel is our own sleepy eyes, disappointed mood, and desireless stomach. I would rather eat a simple meal as usual, go to bed at ten o'clock, read a book for a while, or play a round of cards with friends. I always feel that on this day when everyone is happy, I have no interest at all, and I even have a good appetite.

Tradition, culture, history, and customs are originally man-made products. They were formulated by our ancestors. Generation after generation, we continue to copy and reproduce them, and they evolve and play to make them brilliant, and they are also promoted by the Internet. Let it soar and mutate, it ultimately restricts ourselves and goes against the basic nature of human beings - people yearn for freedom and happiness. The Spring Festival can be said to be the clearest mirror, in which everyone can see, so tired Is that the negative face you had when you were a child? Even a hint of joy.

Yes, we continue to grow older and continue to experience the vicissitudes of life. This year's Spring Festival will be copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow. Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart. What is left may be something that can be called beautiful, but what about once? There is no place for us there, it is blurred and fictitious. Even though we know it is false, we still repeat it and write articles to coax pedestrians and children.

I can’t grow old, I’m afraid I only have the innocence of childhood.

I hope it can help you, and I hope you will adopt it, thank you