20 18 model essay on excellent senior high school entrance examination in Binzhou, Shandong province: fragrance in memory

# Entrance Examination # Introduction The bottom of the ocean of knowledge, like the bottom of the ocean of life, is a magical world. May you dive there bravely and explore the infinite mysteries of this mysterious world! The following is "20 18 Shandong Binzhou Excellent Senior High School Entrance Examination Composition Model: Fragrance in Memory" for your reference.

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Meeting is a song. ...

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On a quiet summer night, under the warm orange light, graduation photo, who was watching elementary school, remembered the photo taken on the first day of junior high school, and his heart was full of inexplicable sadness and wordless touch. Looking back, the years have passed quietly. Stepping into the new junior high school life, I am full of curiosity and freshness for this big group and even the whole school. In just a few weeks with my classmates, I left a good impression on each other, but at the same time I left a deep impression on my study life, which was completely different from that in primary school.

Although the water is weak, I only take a ladle to drink. This spoon is my favorite Chinese class. Our Chinese class is emotional, poetic and passionate; We have enjoyed the eagle in the west, the tide in the East China Sea, the snow scene in the north and the coconut groves in southern Xinjiang. We collected the warmth of spring, the fire moxibustion in summer, the richness in autumn and the coldness in winter. We feel the greatness of Confucius and the benevolence and righteousness of Mencius. Zhu Gekongming's cleverness, wit and land travel; Wen Tianxiang's patriotism ... In Mr. Liang's Chinese class, we laugh together and learn words and phrases together; In class, we have eloquent speeches, frowning and thinking hard, challenging and questioning teachers ... We live together in a large group of C11,happy with what we are happy about and looking forward to what we are looking forward to. ...

Sipping cups of fragrant teas, facing the afternoon sunshine, bathing in one dreamy, real and beautiful past happy time after another, that pleasant feeling, that sweet taste, stayed in my heart for a long time and echoed in my heart for a long time.

In this silent night, I remembered the scene of military training, and everyone walked with uniform steps; Shouting high-spirited slogans; Stand in a straight military posture; With the sweat of pride, it is full of our hopes, bearing our admiration for military life and expectations for new schools, new lives and new faces! Our tutor is a person who strictly abides by the law and takes the lead for us. One by one, the movements are standardized, and the sweat is not wiped. I know, this is to let us form good habits like soldiers. One morning, the instructor Jun's green coat was wet and thirsty. He drinks less water and has less rest time than us. He also tried to take us to play games during the break ... The instructors are all born after 90, but they are much more sensible than us. Our instructor He Jiang is an example for us to learn!

Buddha said that you have to look back 500 times in your last life to get a pass in this life. Life is a long wandering journey, and meeting anyone is a beautiful accident and surprise. We walk together in the flower season of life, sweetening our sweetness and enjoying our happiness.

Getting together is a kind of fate ... May you have a good time every day.

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The car bumped all the way, climbed mountains and mountains, and finally came to this town.

Quiet, leisurely and elegant rural scenery. Just as I imagined.

It is here that there is a memorial hall. There is a huge portrait in front of the memorial hall. He is wearing a rag backpack, a red star and a green hat, a military uniform and a fresh smile on his face. Against the backdrop of pines and willows, it looks a little solemn. The line of sight was pulled by the surrounding flowers. Don't dandelions have white petals and are wrapped into furry balls? And that little golden thing, greedily enjoying the sunshine, um ... sunflower; What about kapok? Green stems and veins dragging cotton balls are lifelike, like a big-headed doll. Young body can't bear heavy head, wobbly ... Nonsense. Looking at the flowers in front of me, I suddenly thought of Lei Feng. Isn't this a vivid copy of him?

He is like a struggling dandelion, noble and simple. It is painful to separate its seeds from its body, but for the sake of life reproduction, it has to let its children drift to different places with the wind and settle in distant places. It's so hard to fly around for survival, and it will always remember the day when it left its mother's arms, how tired it was. The same is true of Lei Feng, who can only leave money for daily necessities every month, even reluctant to buy a popsicle. He once did something that he regretted all his life, that is, he bought an expensive suit and spent almost all his savings. I didn't know how stupid I was until I wore it once! So it was pressed at the bottom of the box and sealed forever. He gave up his favorite job in a hurry and went where the country needed it, no matter how hard it was, only for the people and for the people.

He is like a sunflower that helps others and warms people's hearts. It faces the sun and embraces and shares the sunshine without stint. Lei Feng will lend a helping hand at the subway station and in the nameless street. He met an aunt who lost her ticket at the railway station, so she bought a ticket with the only money left. Aunt asked what your name was, and Lei Feng held out his chest and looked up and replied, I'm from the People's Liberation Army, and I live in China. He will selflessly help begging old ladies, poor children who can't sleep in the wind, and people in disaster areas who suffer.

He is as brave and strong as a kapok that sacrificed himself for others. It is not brave, but it tries its best. It only contributes its body to the warmth of others. Lei Feng, in the flood fighting and disaster relief, he evacuated the masses as quickly as possible. Without hesitation, Alice took out his most precious thing at that time-1quilt. Nothing else, that's all he has. He had to do this to keep the lime bag from getting wet. Today, no one can be so generous and lose his companion at night, in exchange for loneliness, but in Lei Feng's eyes, it is the safety of lime bags, as optimistic as he is.

A gust of wind blew, and Lei Feng, like the flowers around him, swayed with the wind and stretched out his branches trembling to go to reach for the sky. Lei Feng is an ordinary person, without the glitz of roses and the nobility of cuckoo. Only the simplicity of dandelion, the optimism of sunflower and the strength of kapok.

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I will never forget that faint fragrance, which is full of maternal love.

That summer, it was very hot.

God seems to have a high fever. The temperature hasn't dropped for a long time. The cicadas in the tree are constantly chirping, which makes people more annoyed. The tree that used to stand tall on the side of the road now hangs its soft branches feebly. I trudged to school. As soon as I got to the classroom, I was thirsty and hurried to find the water dispenser, but I could find it everywhere in the whole classroom, but I didn't see it.

It suddenly occurred to me that the water dispenser had stopped supplying water. I can't help but sigh: how can people live without water on such a hot day? Finally, I finally got to school. When I got home, I told my mother about the water shortage. I went to school the next day. Before leaving, my mother handed me a kettle.

After physical education class, I carefully took out the kettle from the drawer. During the rotation of the bottle cap, I inadvertently smelled a little coolness from the gap. With the rotation, the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. The bottle cap was finally unscrewed, and a wisp of fragrance filled the whole classroom instantly, and even the hot air became cool in an instant. It seems that at this time, the table smells good and the chair smells good. I gently took a sip, and the faint fragrance slowly flowed down my throat, refreshing. In this faint fragrance, there seems to be the sweetness of maternal love. I took a sip of tea and felt that the whole world was getting cold.

After the whole summer, I took the tea my mother made for me and tasted the deep love.

One day, many years later, I came home and saw my mother: bent, with her head down, sweeping the floor with a broom. I saw big beads of sweat dripping from her hair. Suddenly, I suddenly found a trace of white in her hair, so little, but so dazzling. I went upstairs silently and poured a cup of tea from the kettle my mother gave me. I brought tea to my mother. Mom looked up at me and smiled. I saw a glittering light in her eyes. Mother slowly picked up the kettle and drank the tea slowly. I looked at her and smiled, just as she looked at me and smiled.

This pot of tea has accompanied me for many years, bringing me coolness in summer and warmth in winter. Now, I use this pot of tea to send a ray of sweetness to my tired mother.

Please let me always remember this pot of warm love and the long years soaked in tea fragrance.

Tea rhyme is long, maternal love is fragrant, this heart will not forget!

Article 4

The early morning light covered the leaves with a layer of gauze, and a ship slowly moved forward on the vast river.

"Sir, don't you regret your decision?" The book boy on the boat looked out at the man standing at the bow. "Regret?" He looked thoughtfully down at the ripples.

Recalling his childhood, he was a high-spirited teenager with clear eyes full of yearning for the sky. He loves reading, and he will be excited when he reads the great achievements of the sages, as if something is expanding and growing in his chest. "Xingtian dance is dry, and the ambition is always." His heart was full of blood, so he threw himself into his official career with confidence, thinking that with his talent and ambition, he could create an earth-shattering career.

Thought of here, a wry smile floated to the corners of the mouth. The boy who once envied the geese flying south has already died in the smoky officialdom. He abandoned his official position and returned to his hometown just to stay away from the muddy officialdom. He is tired of intrigue and wearing a mask all the time against his will. Hypocrisy, greed and ugliness disgust him, and he even regrets that he has embarked on this bright career! "I finally left." He thought, "But am I really over it?" Why can't I breathe like a loaded donkey? "Tao Qian raised his head, although there is sunshine on his face, but he still revealed a dim.

The ship has landed. He is going ashore. This is the first time since he left Guanhai that he has set foot on this land to which he is attached in his dreams.

After looking back for a while, he finally set foot on his native land, and the fragrance of the soil came to the nose. Suddenly, his steps brightened up. Yes, the land in my hometown is so practical that it makes people feel more peaceful than those vain things.

The endless wheat fields suddenly appeared in front of Tao Qian, and the rich wheat fragrance drilled into his nostrils, brushing away the fatigue of the drifter's face. The familiar local accent, the warm smiling face and the tidal sound of the wheat waves engulfed Tao Qian in an instant. He closed his eyes and immersed himself wholeheartedly in this idyllic land with the fragrance of earth, like a sleeping baby, serene and comfortable in his mother's gentle arms.

The past that made him unhappy is gone.

Those mental burdens have disappeared.

Throughout the ages, many men have been rushing for the so-called dream of "helping the poor". Some have great achievements, some have ups and downs, and their lives are sad. Now I understand that fame and fortune are just a vain flow of haze, blown away; The soil under your feet is real. This soil is the beginning of life, the truth and the initial heart of you and me. I want to stay and enjoy the fragrance of the earth. Dai Yue Hoho, who is close to this land and accompanied by mud, is the truest me.

Tao Qian opened his eyes, and he felt that his whole body was covered with the smell of earth. He felt that he had become a naive teenager again, and the shadow infected by his family quietly faded in the refreshing fragrance of the earth. He turned his head, looked at the rich green in the distance and smiled with relief.

A wild chrysanthemum is quietly blooming under the hedge. ...

chapter five

Taste the fragrance of life 850 words-outside the window, there is a locust tree, growing alone on a dilapidated wall, regardless of flowers, cicadas, fallen leaves, snow, are silently leaning on that inconspicuous corner.

The first time this tree caught my attention was when the community was renovated, and people rebuilt the fence. At that time, it was midsummer, but only a few scattered leaves hung on the treetops of Sophora japonica, which looked so old. People saw the old pagoda tree and found it really useless, so they used it as a pillar and pressed the whole wall on it to make the wall stronger. In this way, people think that in a few days, the locust tree will eventually become a dead tree because it can't bear the weight of the wall.

But things were unexpected. A few months later, the old locust tree somehow pushed down the wall. People were surprised and innocent, so they had to rebuild the wall. Months passed and spring came. In these months, the old locust tree pressed against the wall bit by bit, and finally pushed the wall down.

So I couldn't hold back my curiosity and wondered what strength an old dying tree could have to push down the whole wall again. So I came to the foot of the old pagoda tree under the window and looked at it carefully. This tree is very old, neither tall nor stout, even a little askew. I looked down at the root of the tree again. Several sections had been cut in half, like an injured octopus lying on the ground. The trunk is even more scarred, and the scars are deep or shallow, as if telling the pain suffered by this tree in repeated struggles. The branches that come up are all broken arms, and some even bend when they push down the wall. I'm even more confused. Why do trees fight against walls at such a great cost? At this moment, I seem to smell a faint fragrance. I looked up and saw a little green on the treetops, mixed with a little pale white flowers, stubbornly emerging from the branches, like strings of wind chimes hanging on the treetops.

I took a deep breath, and a sweet but not sweet smell got into my nose. I smelled it carefully and found that the breath was so fragrant and pure, without any miscellaneous smell. I looked at the scar on the tree again and suddenly it tasted a little bitter. I suddenly understood that it was the power of struggle and life that made the old tree tenaciously survive and rejuvenate. In the struggle, the roots of the old tree go deeper and absorb more nutrients. In this way, the old tree will fight against greater strength and destiny again and again. In the struggle, the flower of life of the old tree can bloom again. All life is like this. In the struggle against difficulties, life has learned to be brave, to be strong and to be patient. In the struggle, life will be more exciting.

Thinking of this, I looked at this ordinary and extraordinary life and bowed slowly.

Article 6

I first tasted the smell of education when I graduated from middle school. That day, I got on a bus with the crowd When I was moving on the bus, I stepped on a person's foot. Before I could say I'm sorry, a gentle girl's voice came from behind: "Sir, I stepped on your foot." This is really beyond my expectation, and I can't help smiling back. The pure breath of the girl and the fragrance of upbringing made me wake up.

Two years ago, I rode my bike to a crossroads, and a young woman riding a bike rushed at me obliquely. I stepped on the brakes in a hurry, but the young woman's bike hit my front wheel and stopped. My heart beat 100, complaining "Don't be distracted by cycling!" I expected that she would argue with me. Unexpectedly, she blushed and said something that impressed me so far: "I see you ride a bike very smartly." I was speechless at that time. Seeing that her car was not damaged, I also gave her a sentence: "I think you rode beautifully." So we smiled at each other and went our separate ways.

I have always understood education as a very orthodox expression, but these two encounters have made me feel that humor is closer to the original intention of education and makes education more fragrant.

However, more often, education is like a textbook for primary school students, and I don't know where the Chinese people have been thrown.

Once, I went to a hotel and met a poet from Taiwan Province Province who was visiting the mainland. When he took the elevator down to the first floor, five people in the elevator were walking out, and several compatriots outside the elevator couldn't wait to penetrate into it. They stood aside and waited for everyone inside to come out before going in. He is a potbellied foreign guest. I don't mean to spoil my compatriots, and I don't like the pungent perfume of foreigners, but I appreciate the smell of foreigners' upbringing.

Another thing that surprised China people happened in a busy street of a city. On that day, by the window of a shop, a young woman with strong charm squatted on the ground, selling handicrafts such as Cao Meng, shrimp and snake. There are many people around her, mostly men. At first, I thought they were admiring the young woman's ingenious straw weaving skills, but suddenly I found them peeping at the breasts in the neckline opened by the young woman because of squatting. Just when I didn't know how to remind the young woman, a foreign couple came over. Maybe they found the secret, too. The man chatted with the translator for a while, and the translator said to the young woman, "This foreigner bought your straw editor. How much is it? " The young woman replied happily, "It's 20 yuan in all."

The young woman left contentedly, and a group of onlookers also dispersed bitterly. Instead of putting straw crafts in their travel bags, the foreign friend gave them to the children they met with a smile and looked at them with curiosity.

At that moment, I felt the smell of education filled the streets.

Compared with this deliberate or hypocritical so-called education, these casual behaviors are the top grade of education, the ultimate of education, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Article 7

From birth to adulthood, what mom and dad have been doing is to educate us how to be a man and how to do things. This kind of education is deeply rooted in our hearts. Let's learn this kind of education from childhood.

Although in the minds of most of us, education is a way of education or a compliment to people, some people say that education is something that comes from one's heart. She is not a shape, not a feeling, but an invisible and intangible love closest to us.

In my opinion, education is a kind of love, a kind of love that cannot be explained or explained. Since ancient times, education has existed since the beginning of the royal family. At that time, it did not specify what education was. But all their performances are an education.

In fact, in everyone's mind, education has different definitions. Whether the progress of society also represents the difference of education. In the past, education may be a kind of respect for the older generation by the younger generation, but now, education is too extensive and touches everyone's heart.

Many people in modern life have lost their "upbringing".

For example:

When do we make way for the elderly and children when we take the bus? How many people are willing to go up and give him a hand when they see an old man lying on the side of the road? How many people can take the initiative to help their elders wash dishes after dinner at home?

We can see our upbringing from ordinary things.

According to statistics, people can live for more than 20 thousand days on average. So, in these 20,000 days, are you doing more for yourself or for the people around you? I think many people are embarrassed to look up and say that I am very educated!

In fact, parenting sometimes really brings you good opportunities and good results.

People begin the journey of learning and reproduction from birth, and along the way, only they know how many flowers bloom and how many fruits bear, so let them bear fruit all the time.

Until we get old.

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Flowers make the air full of fragrance, but its ultimate task is to dedicate itself to you.

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There is such a taste, greasy, accompanied by a faint smell of oil smoke, but warmth can not be ignored. This is the taste of mother, a different kind of fragrance.

When I was a child, I always liked to haunt my mother, burying my head in her arms and dangling, and I loved that smell very much.

But with the passage of time, I grew up gradually, and it seems that I can no longer understand that smell, which is just the smell of lampblack. I thought it was ok, so I began to isolate it.

Since junior high school, it's three o'clock and one line, and there's no time to think about incense.

I finally look forward to a leisurely weekend, and my teacher seldom lightens my homework, but I also enjoy it. After dinner, my ears were filled with the rhythmic music of Bigbang, while my mother was tidying up her clothes.

"So ... daughter, do you want to go out for a walk?" Mother stopped the action and suddenly suggested.

I looked up out of the window. The sky is gray, as if I don't like white clouds. Dark clouds occupy the sky, and it looks like rain. I vaguely refused: "It's going to rain outside."

As soon as my mother heard it, I spoke and felt hopeful. She said excitedly, "Just take an umbrella. Didn't you like walking in the rain before? "

I was a little annoyed and turned her down: "That was when I was a child. I don't like that smell now, and I have to review the final exam recently. "

My mother finally lost her voice. I paused, feeling a little sorry and looked up at her. My mother squatted there, holding my favorite sweater in her hand. She touched me over and over again, just as she comforted me when I was a child.

The tip of the nose is that fragrance, and my heart is sour. When did I treat my mother like this? Do I really reject that smell?

After a rustle, my mother put the clothes in the closet, turned around and stopped as if remembering something. "Don't ... review too late."

Even if it's an ugly word, my mother won't give up on me. I finally woke up. That smell has always been my favorite but I don't want to accept it. "Mom ... wait, take the umbrella, let's go."

Mom was obviously surprised: "well, isn't it ... still have to review?"

I smiled and took my mother's hand and said, "I can review later, but today's walk will never happen again."

In the cold wind, the rain is still falling, but the dark clouds seem to have dissipated more than half, some are fragrant, some are greasy, and some are warm in memory.

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