A thick and old notebook aroused my curiosity.

She can't live without it. She took it with her in class; She always turns it over when eating; When studying at night, she will add a lot of content to it; What about before going to bed? I will definitely take it.

What exactly did this note say? Curiosity impelled me to understand.

During a break, she left the classroom and left in a hurry. She lay flat on the platform quietly. Go and have a look. Curiosity drove me to the podium. Peeking at other people's privacy is not what a gentleman does, so I hesitate again. It lay there motionless, covered with dense words.

I looked askance at my classmates. They seem to have the same curiosity, but they haven't put it into action. After all, it belongs to the teacher.

Now that I am standing on the podium, there is no reason to go back empty-handed, I said to myself. "Hey, look, what does it say!" A classmate's eyes lit up and reminded me carefully. My will is stronger. "You, go and help me keep an eye on the wind." I told that classmate. "Ok, don't worry." Then he rushed out of the classroom and stood in the corridor looking around, his eyes rolling around. I strode confidently onto the platform, narrowed my eyes slightly and looked at the dense lines of words.

"XXX, delicate heart, not strong enough. Be careful not to blame her too much. "

"×× (my name), smart but not practical, should be guided in good faith and not hurt the child's self-esteem."

Turn over a page. "My classmate cheated in the exam today. I blame him. My heart is in a mess. How can I make him understand my heart? "

Turning over a page again, "the child is not feeling well today, but the school is too busy." Remember to remind the child's grandmother to go home and look after him. "

"Soon, my children will take the college entrance examination. How can I encourage them? "

……

I stopped looking down. This is the teacher's diary. I actually peeked at the teacher's "secret"! My eyes are unconsciously moist.

How many days and nights has she worked for us, and how many sleepless nights? How can she have the heart to give up her small family for everyone, even if the child is ill? How strong is she, hiding a fiery heart with a stern appearance? Why is her figure getting thinner and thinner and her temples getting gray? At this time, I already have the answer in my heart.

Teacher, she honed our gravel with sincerity and made us a bright pearl.

I used my curiosity to gain understanding and respect for my teacher. Thank you, my dear teacher!

they

At the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.

What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them by their simple birth names, hold their hands and approach their lives. ...

They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls started jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts.

They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era.

When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their primary school for children of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill. ...

However, I saw their growth in their growing bodies. I remember a reporter asked a child from a migrant children's school if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth.

I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.

Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving.

The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.

They will eventually become us.

The national college entrance examination in 2008 is a sample composition paper.

Proud! My motherland!

I will never forget that moment: May 2008, 12, 14: 28. The great shock cracked the beautiful face of the motherland. At this moment, time froze, and the frightened face froze. The earthquake hurt this ancient nation that is taking off, sucking up all her tears and pulling her pain; However, the earthquake can't hurt her heart or her feelings. ......

People's lives are above everything else! This is the first phone call after Secretary Hu and Premier Wen arrived in the disaster area. I can't forget Premier Wen's tearful eyes when he saw rows of schoolbags of students who died. I can't forget to shout to the people's soldiers in spite of my illness: the people have raised you, you are free! I can't forget him holding the orphans who lost their parents in the disaster area and firmly saying: We must be strong and live. I can't forget his anxious eyes when he arrived at the disaster area against the wind and rain. ................................................................................................................................... A foreign player in ...................... said: I can't believe that the old man standing in front of the ruins with muddy hands is actually Premier China! That's it. I always care about the people and let them know. With such a national leader, how can I not be proud of my motherland?

A mother, the gesture of ending her life is puzzling. She knelt on the ground as if praying. When rescuers found her, her body was already stiff, but somehow it seemed to be covered with something. When rescuers found a sleeping baby in the narrow space under her body, all the answers were clear. The medical staff immediately uncovered the bedding wrapped around the baby to check whether the child was injured. They found a mobile phone and a coded message: Baby, if you can survive, you must remember that your mother loves you! What kind of mother is this? At the last moment of her life, she left such warm words. With such a mother, how can I not be proud of this motherland!

After the earthquake, all parts of the country actively donated money and materials, and some even quit their jobs and went to the disaster area to help the rescue. Students in schools, workers in factories, doctors and nurses in hospitals all have only one name at the moment, and that is China people! Many students around me have even raised donations to contribute a little to the people in the disaster area and took out their pocket money; There are long queues outside blood collection stations and mobile blood collection vehicles all over the country. There are all kinds of expressions on their faces, but only one meaning is the same: hope. Donation, blood donation, charity performance and care all over the country are different expressions, but they are the same love. With such people, how can I not be proud of my motherland?

……

The earthquake shattered the mountains and rivers of the motherland, but it constantly shook the will and feelings of the motherland. In the earthquake, public servants, people, family, friendship and feelings of teachers and students emerged in the great motherland. How can I not be proud of such a great motherland as .................................................................................................................................................?

Proud! My motherland!

Let go of nature (2008 national two-volume perfect composition)

Once upon a time, a kind-hearted man found a little turtle crawling out of a bunker by the sea. At this time, an eagle came to catch the little turtle. The tourists escorted the baby turtle to the seaside and drove away the eagle. At this time, a group of turtles climbed out of the bunker and fell into the sea. It turns out that this little turtle is a scout. As a result, after the good people left, a group of eagles came immediately.

After reading this passage, I am deeply touched. Isn't it?

In fact, many times, people's love seems to be as rampant as this kind-hearted person. It is good to have love, but good intentions sometimes do wrong things, just like this kind-hearted person.

Sometimes, we seem to care too much about nature: some people advocate vegetarianism in the name of protecting animals, but they are actually promoting it. Yes, maybe this man is well-intentioned, but what he didn't expect was that what he called protecting animals was actually just destroying the food chain. Think about it, if we all eat vegetarian food, what do vegetarian animals eat? Eventually, they will face death sooner or later, so when vegetarians become extinct, what do carnivores eat? Is it time for mankind to face the extinction of animals again? Animals are extinct, will nature still exist? Therefore, good intentions sometimes make mistakes.

It seems that sometimes, human beings really care too much about things they shouldn't care about: the so-called protection of animals, the so-called cruelty between animals, and the so-called killing of animals. In fact, these are not what human beings should care about. We don't need to protect animals We should let animals learn to protect themselves. We don't need to worry about cruelty between animals. We should let animals learn to cultivate their ability to grab food. We don't need to accuse so-called animals of killing each other. We should let animals know the law of the jungle in the animal kingdom and make themselves stronger.

Maybe human beings are kind, but if they are really kind, let go and let the animals rush out of their own world. Animals belong to nature, they should learn how to protect themselves, they should learn the necessary skills, and they should learn to cultivate more abilities. Sometimes, the so-called goodness of human beings is the real reason for destroying animals and nature.

Animals belong to nature. Humans should not bind them with their so-called love. They should learn to live independently. They should learn to stand on their own feet in this predatory nature and their real home.

Let go, don't worry, let go of everything, let go of nature.

Guangdong

Don't say "no" easily

It's been years.

Lengzi was admitted to high school and entered a famous key middle school. He also entered an enviable key class and became a very concerned figure in their hometown. Maybe I should be really happy, because as we all know, with the history of this key high school, in the words of my hometown, Lengzi has stepped into the door of a famous university.

But the family is poor, so both parents go out to work. Every month, they will write a few standard words to Lengzi on time and send him his monthly expenses on time. Of course, they told him not to worry about next semester's tuition. Everything has his parents. Lengzi thanked his parents for everything they had done for him, thinking that they had reached the age of traveling abroad for their studies and studied hard. Three years later, when they took the college entrance examination, they brought their parents a letter of university admission that they had been thinking about all their lives.

Maybe I really love this family. Lengzi began to study hard and got excellent results in every exam. Then she kept writing to tell her parents that she would study hard for them, enter a better university and honor her ancestors.

Mom and dad's letter still came, or a few simple words. Lengzi knows that parents have never read any books, and people who have worked all their lives will simply express their inner ambitions. However, Lengzi knew that the letter was full of all the words of her parents. What Lengzi can do is to comfort his parents who have worked hard for decades with good grades.

In a blink of an eye, senior three has counted down in the upper left corner of the blackboard. Lengzi also knows that his time in high school will soon pass, and he will try his best to fulfill his parents' wishes. Lengzi also knew that his parents had suffered a lot and didn't tell him, but he never told Lengzi. Lengzi just keeps their good things in mind and believes that he will never let them down.

The days were quietly opened and frozen. Lengzi is constantly preparing for the college entrance examination, even using the night light in the dormitory. Every night, he takes out his textbooks and reviews them with simple letters from his parents. When he is sleepy, he wets his hair with cold water. When he is hungry, he drinks tap water. Looking at his parents, he always simply told himself not to worry about money, not to worry about their adults, and told himself to take care of himself. Lengzi has unlimited motivation in his heart and wants to take his parents to a beautiful city and give them the best.

Finally, the college entrance examination is coming. Looking at the countdown written on the blackboard, it slowly turned into a simple two-digit number. Lengzi is also looking forward to telling her parents and giving them a good life with satisfactory scores as soon as possible.

Near the day of the college entrance examination, the campus is full of nervous life and nervous faces of classmates, and so is Lengzi. I haven't seen my parents for years, and I don't know how they are living outside, and how many white hairs have been added to their heads. So he took out his writing paper and wrote a letter during his self-study. Apart from strong thoughts and reports on his studies, he just told his parents that he would be admitted to a good university, so that they wouldn't worry. He finished and folded the letter with tears in his eyes.

However, the next day, I only received a letter he stuffed in my drawer and never saw him again. Until now, I have never heard from him again, as if he had really disappeared.

I read it with tears in my eyes:

Deskmate, goodbye! It's time to go to bed at night, but I can't sleep at all. Watching you sleep quietly, I really think you are so happy!

I have known you for almost three years. I'm glad you took care of me like this. You used to take care of me like this! Remember, at that time, I had no money, and you invited me to breakfast. I had no money to buy review materials, but you gave me what you bought. I really appreciate your company for three years. Unfortunately, I can't accompany you through the little time left.

At noon today, a fellow villager came to my hometown and told me that something had happened at home. Such a blow is really hard for me. Why did this happen to me? Why? !

I can't walk in front of you, because I know you want to stop me from leaving my three-year friendship, and I don't want to lose the opportunity to enter the university. But now I have no choice but to say "no" to God. I don't know why the teacher taught us what "man can conquer nature" and why he made me accept such a cruel reality! Maybe, as people say: people are really fragile animals …

I know I lost not only a good friend, but also an opportunity to wish him a bright future. Brother, the road ahead may be really difficult, but please remember: don't say "no" easily!

In memory of my friend, a brother who can't sit with me in the college entrance examination!

Ju Shou Tou Zhu Jian, Hubei Province

Please forgive me for asking you so directly. I didn't see your shabby clothes; I didn't notice your shiny shoes. I just want to know if the coin you gave the beggar yesterday was gently put into his broken bowl after crouching down; Today, do you have a handful of rice for the stray cats downstairs in your bulging wallet?

I want to know whether you stand in this noisy and lonely world, bending gracefully or raising your head humbly. Bend down and reach out, what a humble and submissive gesture, but what a warm gesture of a noble gentleman.

Like many people and you, I was shattered by the Wenchuan earthquake. On TV, volunteers walked through the ruins, tents and wards over and over again, bending over and stretching. I know, mother, slowly seeping the feelings accumulated in her life into my heart, let me understand that the grace of dripping water is rewarded with spring. My mother is not afraid that I won't help, but wants me to do it with feelings, so that I can convey this feeling through the transmission of family ties. Because today I help them with emotion, and tomorrow, they will help more people with emotion.

I can't help but admire my mother's simple logic: I am moved by the help of others; I was moved, I helped others; Everyone is moved, help me again ... in this way, the world has become a moving ocean, and everyone is moved to do one thing and do their best without complaint.

Although my mother is gone now, the logic she passed on to me will be imprinted in my mind forever and will never be forgotten in my life.

If the heart is moved, it will be moved. Although you can't touch everyone, as long as you touch one person, you will gain the whole world. This is the charm of transmission and the destination of our departure.

Fujian 2008 college entrance examination perfect score composition: love letter to father

Father, when others want their children to succeed and their daughters to succeed, thank you for letting me choose to be myself. -inscription

Father, do you know? Legend has it that the daughter was her father's lover in a previous life. When I knew this statement, I couldn't help laughing. Because I think that if we were lovers in a previous life, the final outcome must be peaceful and peaceful. Meet to drink Mengpo soup, and then walk on the wooden bridge without attachments, and come to this life. In this life, I have become your beloved daughter, and you are my most beloved father!

As a young man, I am naughty and stubborn. My only hobby is dancing barefoot when my neighbor's girls of the same age strut to learn dancing or practice singing. I like to enjoy that kind of practical happiness, although it is too "unruly" for a girl. My mother envied me and looked back at me when the child next door passed by the door with a certificate of merit. A naughty boy who just wants to play barefoot is disappointed. Dad, thank you for telling mom not to be sad at this moment, and then proudly saying to me, girl, those children are unhappy, and you are the happiest girl! Thank you, Father!

I went to junior high school, quiet and indifferent. I just like to sit quietly and read all kinds of articles when children of the same age are scrambling for the electoral class. I like the joy of jumping in thought and flying in words, although it is too lonely for a junior high school student. When the neighbor's children once again brought home "excellent class cadres" or awards and certificates from competitions, and their parents showed off, their mothers envied me again, and finally could not help but scold me for not making progress. Father, thank you for persuading your mother at this moment, and then proudly telling me, girl, just choose what you want, those fame and fortune are too heavy, don't forget, you will always be the champion in your father's heart! Thank you, Father!

When I finally entered high school, my mother prayed that I could be a child who wouldn't worry about her so much, and you told me that you always believed me. High school life is rich and tense, and the pressure of the college entrance examination goes hand in hand, as if all efforts exist only for the college entrance examination! I heard that I can only be a "worker" after studying science, and my mother tried her best to prevent me from choosing science. You, too, father. Thank you for giving me a supportive arm again at this time and persuading my mother to let me choose my own preferences. Thank you, Father!

Now, I finally took the college entrance examination. Dad, I know you didn't wait at the school gate, but my daughter is not alone at all. I know your heart and will always be with your daughter!

Thank you again, Father! Let me have a happy and free childhood and enjoy a quiet teenager. Daughters also believe in themselves and can write their own life chapters. Thank you for letting me choose to be myself all the way!

Father, I keep you in my heart. Please forgive me and my mother for accidentally stomping on me when I was willful and hurting your care and love.

In the afterlife, if you can, let me be your mother, ok? I swear to God, I will let you be yourself and give you a happy and free sky!

Thanks for this life! Father.

Zhejiang(Province)

Feel the countryside

At first, I thought the countryside was a fairyland of fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely.

It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty.

They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life.

Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy.

Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China.

When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood?

With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart!