Composition Training for Senior High School Entrance Examination: My Youth Melody
Spring blossoms and willow warblers sing, which is a wonderful youth melody; The north wind rolls snow, and the owl chirps strangely, which is the bleak note of youth. Success is extraordinary, it is a rainbow after the storm; Failure is not simple, it is a hard forging. In the glory of your youth, there must be bittersweet life experiences, colorful life dreams and pioneering exploration and pursuit. ...
Please write an article of more than 800 words with the title "_ _ _ _ _ _, My Youth Melody".
Requirements: ① Complete the questions, such as "Struggle", "Strong", "Conscientiousness", "Honesty", "Dream Pursuit" and "Xiu De". You can also extract a word or phrase and write it on the horizontal line. (2) stylistic choice, except poetry; (3) The handwriting is neat, and the roll surface is neat; (4) Plagiarism is prohibited; ⑤ No real name, place name or school name related to yourself can appear in the text.
Appreciation of composition in examination room;
(self-confidence), my youth melody
In early summer, the light rain didn't stop. I walked on the road and jumped over one small pond after another, but from time to time I splashed a few pieces of water. Pop, pop-
I tiptoed slowly through the pond, still reciting English manuscripts in my mouth. There is still an hour and a half before the official speech. Although I have memorized the manuscript, it seems to me that it is an insurmountable barrier and a corner full of unknowns and doubts to really step onto the stage to face countless audiences.
I grew up timid and never dared to say a word in public. Speeches and talent contests have never been my specialty. This time, the teacher signed me up, and I was embarrassed to refuse, so I had to reluctantly participate.
The more I think about it, the more scared and nervous I am. Looking up at the blue dome, there seems to be faint ink and smoke in the sky, which is gray, just like my dusty heart. I simply stuffed the manuscript into my backpack and ran to the book city. It happened that there was a talent competition in the book city, so I ran to join in the fun. Most of the contestants are children of eight or nine years old, and the soft light of the spotlight shines on their tender cheeks. Light makeup, shallow smile, they are so generous, undisguised to show their talents on the stage, or melodious songs, or sleeves falling, they have no stage fright, very confident. Stand on the stage with your head held high, like a sunflower following the sun, full of confidence.
I can't help wondering why these children have such courage and confidence. Seeing their performance on the stage like a duck to water, I felt a little ashamed of my timidity. I quietly left the book city and returned to the exhibition hall. I took out my speech again and recited it several times. "Come and draw lots, everyone." It's my turn I just took one out of the box. It's number nine. It seems that it will be mine soon. I'm still a little nervous. Fear is like four ghosts wandering in my heart. I trembled slightly and my tongue seemed to be frozen. At this moment, the faces of those children reappeared in my mind, and their self-confidence was like the morning bell and the evening drum in the temple, beating my heart. My sadness gradually dispersed and turned into a pool of soft spring water, which calmed my mood. My mood has been suddenly enlightened, relaxed a lot, and my heart is full of confidence.
"No.9!" I put away my speech and walked calmly to the stage. It was dark under the stage. I looked up and looked through the air and landed on the printed glass directly opposite. The sun shone through the glass and fell naughtily on the floor, giving off warm light. I think the rain has stopped. Fluent English seems to flow from my mouth. I recited the whole manuscript completely and fluently, followed by a flood of applause. I think, I crossed the seemingly insurmountable natural barrier, and I walked through the unknown corner.
It's sunny after rain in early summer. Walking on the road, the lush trees are greener after the baptism of rain, reflecting green light, and water drops suddenly slide down the tip of the leaf, just like nature. Tick tock, tick tock-
There is no insurmountable difficulty, only confidence is indispensable. Confidence is the melody of my youth. If I embrace self-confidence, I can resolutely face difficulties in the long river of years and bravely walk through that corner full of fear and timidity.