1 selected essays in my crisis stories.

In real life, we will inevitably encounter crises of all sizes. What kind of crisis have you experienced? How do you think and understand the crisis? Xiao Pian has compiled 1 selected essays for the senior high school entrance examination in my crisis story. Thank you for reading.

essay 1 in my crisis story

During the national holiday, I went to Nanjing with my family and participated in the global carnival. Too many interesting things happened, and one thing was still in a cold sweat in retrospect.

I remember that as soon as I entered the carnival gate, I could hear shrill screams. Following the screams, we came to a game called "Don Quixote". This game is a big turntable rotating in the air, and each seat itself rotates 36 degrees. My uncle looked at me and said, "Coward, dare to sit?" In order not to be looked down upon by him, I said, "Why not?"

I pretended to be calm and sat on it, but behind my courage was a heart that was beating fast and extremely nervous. The machine started, and I felt like a cannonball. It shot into the sky with a bang and fell down quickly.

at the moment when I lost weight, I felt my body scattered like a loose sand. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't open my mouth. I tried to shout, "Ah! Help! " I feel that the sound waves are also left behind. I want to enjoy the feeling of chasing the wind, but fear makes this feeling disappear. At that moment, I felt that time stood still and my heart stopped beating. I threw the human reason behind me, and fidgety, fear, anxiety and regret occupied my whole brain!

finally, the machine stopped. My heart seems to jump out, and reason and consciousness are back. Walking on the ground is like walking in the clouds. It turns out that my legs are soft with fear.

In order to be a hero, I paid the price: painful experiences and lingering memories, which are deeply branded in my mind. Maybe in the eyes of others, I am brave, but in my own eyes, I think this is a lesson, and I won't try to be brave and do things beyond my ability in the future.

essay 2 in my crisis story

Many things happen in a person's life, including happiness, sadness and danger, and I have experienced one thing that I will never forget.

Another winter, my mother and I went back to my hometown for the Spring Festival. Every day, we were busy visiting different relatives. One day, we came to a relative's house. They had a very big yard and a small pond next to the yard. As soon as I saw the water, I was inexplicably happy. From the moment I stepped into the yard, I decided to go to the pond to find out. While my mother was chatting happily, I crept open the iron gate leading to the pond. Suddenly, I found a wooden stick lying on the vegetable field. I quickly picked it up and thought, "Now I can be the Monkey King." I danced while thinking about me, and the more I danced, the more excited I became. I had long forgotten that the foot was slippery, and I had no idea that the danger was approaching me. Just then, my foot stumbled into a small pond. At the moment of falling, my head was blank. In a panic, I felt my foot stepped on a row of bricks, and the desire to survive sprouted in my heart. I struggled to jump and fell to the edge of the pond. I stamped my feet and shouted. I feel exhausted, and my brain is spinning fast, thinking about many ways to save myself, but I feel that none of them are realistic. I have to hold on to the edge of the pond and wait for others to save me. Just when I gradually feel desperate, there are waves of urgent shouts from my ears. My heart suddenly relaxed and I thought, "I'm saved." I responded immediately. When I was rescued, I still had a lingering fear: after the rain, I never dared to stay alone in a place with water.

Through this incident, I deeply realized that when something happens, I should be calm, not flustered, and find a solution to save the day!

essay 3 in my crisis story

The rotating and colorful material world is the most cruel and fair cold world in exchange for equal value.

-Jing M.Guo

The small town has become firm after several tempering, and its eyes reflect the sharpness. And my growth just witnessed the depression and prosperity of this city, as well as the potential emotional crisis after the prosperity.

I don't know how long the rain lasted, and the whole city was drenched. Neon lights are reflected on the river, and layers of ripples appear under the impact of raindrops. The swaying luster illuminates the sky overhead and the disrepair village across the river. That's a corner that doesn't match the city, and it's a sore spot that the city doesn't want to expose. There are many high-rise buildings on this bank of the river, and the bonfire rising on the other bank of the river tells about life rather than poetry. How far is the distance between human hearts? I think this contrast is enough, and one look is enough.

There is such a lyric in the farewell song: "At first, I only believed that what is great is emotion, and at last, I was unable to see clearly that what is strong is fate." What a desperate word "fate"! But it is more or less a portrayal of our real life. I don't know how many true feelings can really survive in such a war of money and profit, but I know that the weak will always be injured in the end, whether it is a struggle or a struggle, and these people just need our care.

I can't remember when I started, but I always remember such a lonely and weak old man. Her hands are full of calluses, and her upper body is wearing a worn-out gown that has not changed over the years. The erosion of the years has made her face terrible, and her protruding eyes are full of despair. Lonely and weak, she always tells everyone about her life experience. I think she wants to win the sympathy of passers-by in this way. However, when winter goes and spring comes, she is still in that costume, still picking up abandoned mineral water bottles, only older and more desolate. I think the life of an old man is sad. She lost her husband in her early years. In order to make a living, she farmed and went down to the construction site, and she took pains to bring up her children. But now? Her children left her one by one, and turned a deaf ear to the truest mother-child affection in cold blood. I really don't know how to describe people's indifference, but I am clearly aware that such an emotional crisis has spread unscrupulously and will devour the whole world.

the rain outside the window is still pattering, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the building and splashed white water. Through the dense black shade, I seem to see a mother and son hugging each other not far away, and a row of white subtitles "For life and for love" are printed on the curtain of the night ...

My essay for the crisis story 4

At 4: 3 on Saturday afternoon, I found some people about my age to play football on the playground.

We introduced ourselves first, and I was the first to say, "My name is Jiang Songlin, and I am 1 years old." The second man said, "My name is Xie Tingtao, and I am 1 years old." Later, they finished the introduction one by one.

We formed a team. My team includes me, Su Li and Xie Tingtao, and their team includes Feng Zhang, Li Jingtian and Tang Xi.

The game has started, and both our teams have strong players, so it is difficult to deal with. It was their team's captain Feng Zhang's turn to serve. He kicked the ball to Tangxi, who was closest to our goal. Tangxi kicked the ball to the goal and I caught it with one hand. You will ask, "How can you catch the ball with your hands? Should it be? " I'm the goalkeeper, so of course I can catch the ball by hand. However, I'm not just a goalkeeper, but also an athlete. I only have four goalkeepers, one has ten, and the remaining six are Su Li.

The second round started. Our player Xie Tingtao was the captain. He passed the ball to Su Li. Su Li followed the ball all the way. Just after he rushed to the midfield, Tangxi blocked the way, as if to rob Su Li. Su Li made a fake move and said, "Xie Tingtao, here." This method is really clever, and it draws him away at once. What a fool. Su Li kept rushing and rushed to the goal, using his unique skill-"Fei Huo kicks". Kicked the ball into the door. In this way, after connecting two doors, it is four doors. It's my turn to go to the fifth door I sent a ball to Xie Tingtao, and Xie Tingtao passed it to me, and I passed it to him again. I cooperated well all the way. When I rushed to the goal, their captain Feng Zhang came out, and he grabbed the ball with one foot. I chased it up and hooked it. I had to run hard. When I rushed to the goal, Feng Zhang hooked it again. I hooked it again, and my feet picked it up and shot it in. After 2 minutes, our team scored 7 points and their team scored 3 points.

I am so happy for more than twenty minutes in this day. It was an unforgettable moment for me.

essay 5 in my crisis story

One day, in the backyard of a family in Vancouver, a mother duck wanted to take her little babies to see the world, bask in the sun and exercise them by the way, so she went out to walk around the streets of Vancouver.

This can bring a special scenery to the streets of Vancouver-the duckling, led by the mother duck, swaggered around the streets of Vancouver. Many people stopped to watch the sight. The ducklings are also looking around, probably because this is the first time they have seen these novel things. Whenever the ducklings stop to miss these scenery, the mother duck will gently drag the outdated ducklings with her mouth and make a "quack quack" cry to remind the ducklings not to fall behind from time to time, but the naughty ducklings can't listen to these old voices and continue to play.

The duckling always cares about playing and accidentally falls into a small waterway beside the road. When the mother duck sees it, she quacks the duckling behind her to stay away from danger. The water in the small waterway is very urgent, and the duckling has been flapping its wings and struggling in the waterway. The duckling is likely to be washed to another place by the water in the small channel.

Faced with these difficulties, Mother Duck appeared calm. She looked around. When she saw a policeman in police uniform, Mother Duck immediately ran to the policeman's side, then bit the policeman's trouser leg with her mouth, and then dragged the policeman to the small waterway. The policeman saw that Mother Duck seemed to be calling for help, so he followed her to the small waterway. When the policeman found that the ducklings were, he picked up a fishing net and thought about the small waterway.

But there was a little trouble when the patrolman put the fishing net into the small channel. When the patrolman put the fishing net in, the ducklings escaped from fishing because of fear, but when the ducklings drifted motionless in the small channel at the command of the mother duck, the patrolman successfully fished the ducklings onto the side of the road.

After the ducklings landed, something unexpected happened. After the ducklings drained their bodies, they lined up in a row and bowed deeply to people. At that time, everyone was stunned. The duckling, led by the mother duck, then swaggered into the crowd and disappeared in the vast crowd.

essay 6 in my crisis story

Yes, after all, our life map hasn't really unfolded. This is just an internship, but we must learn to adapt to the crisis and don't laugh at me. Life crisis is an important issue.

"Mom, let me tell you something. You, you, don't scold me ... I, I can't read the words on the blackboard clearly!

after a while, I sat on the bus to the eye hospital, just like a thief got on a police car; No need to torture, no need to blame, guilt, shame, dare not look at the car chair in front of my mother, just want to lie down in fear.

You have made an agreement with yourself. Clear your mind and don't be afraid! I walked in the hospital corridor without the smell of medicine. The firm and cowardly look and the pretended calm smile appeared on my face hundreds of times, but I was not as hesitant, helpless and uneasy as this time! No, no, I told myself not to panic. What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? I don't know what I'm afraid of. Is it sudden weakness? Sigh in mom's eyes? That kind of heart-wrenching pain?-Heart pain! Originally that faint smile, I don't know when it will be covered with a layer of sorrow? Just like when peach blossoms are languishing, death suddenly strikes?

Looking at my clear eyes, there is still a me inside, a real me in my heart, and some people even praised it as beautiful! My heart suddenly overflowed with a rebellious expectation. What would happen if it wore black-rimmed glasses? But it was just a sour little joke.

I'm talking nervously about the degree to which I'm classified as "myopia", a scared number. On the face, it was Mumu's smile when she came in. While staring blankly, she nodded to others blindly, but her eyes were the opposite glass window. The radian of her mouth remained unchanged, but she began to sink a little. Her heart was bitter and her appearance was pale and sweet, but everyone could see that the girl was sad. Like bitter gourd, it is round and lovely. If you taste too much, you will recognize her "difficulties" at a glance.

When I came to the optometry room, there was a boy sitting in front of the optometrist. The picture inside was a sunset. How beautiful! However, there is a gas coming from the eyes. The boy seems to be hit by a bullet. Every time he makes a "bullet", the boy will panic and shake. Although he is used to it, he is never tired of shaking and losing his head. Every time he drives the chair, he is as uneasy as a nervous heartbeat. I can't hold back, and I lower my head and giggle. It's true that when I was sitting in that chair and accepted the first attack, I let out a cry as if I was unprepared, covering my eyes and trying to escape. Alas, it's my mother's turn to laugh at me ... < P > After all, the "stone" in my heart hasn't slackened, and I looked at the doctor's expressionless face, and the lips that have never been moved (Ningbo is really different, unlike doctors in Ninghai, where saliva is more than medicine) I curled up in the corner, holding my hands slightly, praying to the angel Angela in my heart, but the devil told me, in fact, why should I hope? Are you ridiculously waiting for the 2% to appear? Face down, several times, tears have been radiant with "warning line".

but in the sentence "you can take medicine for treatment", you lose your reason!

Only when you lose it can you learn to cherish it. It's too late. If God gives you a chance, you should learn to grow. The first time, it was your regret!

essay 7 in my crisis story

At present, some of us do have a little more sense of security and a little less sense of crisis. The reason for this excessive "sense of security" is that although some of us are not fully aware of the gap between China and the world and the urgency of today's economic construction, the main reason lies in the system that people have been eating the "big pot" of the country for a long time, and they can get paid whether they do it or not.

If the Chinese nation wants to rank among the advanced nations in the world and catch up with and surpass western developed countries, it must be down-to-earth and strive for progress, which requires people to have less sense of security and more sense of crisis.

an excessive sense of security is often the beginning of danger. As we all know, the rulers of the Qing Dynasty always pretend to be the "Qing Empire" because of their "sense of security" and do not think about making progress.