Five essays urgently needed by American literature

Ok, one of them refers to the perfect composition for the senior high school entrance examination.

Beautiful flies

Flies occupy an important position among pests, so no one likes them. But in my heart, she is a beautiful dancer and a talented singer. Maybe you'll think I have a strange personality. I want to ask: Why is it discriminated against? Just because of its habits and appearance, this is the injustice of its fate.

I was writing in my grandfather's yard that day. A fly, a fly that often appears in the yard, landed lightly on my rickety busy pen, and it used this place as a stage. I stopped writing, but I was not busy driving it away. I looked at it and listened carefully to its singing and telling. I know that those lyrics are hidden in my heart.

Its singing is not monotonous, and it skillfully matches this song with beautiful dance. It flies down on the pen container, gathers its transparent wings, rotates and jumps with its slender six legs, and shows its unique beauty to the fullest. I have always been a loyal audience of it. Suddenly, a beautiful waltz turned around and found me-maybe I startled her. Accustomed to being driven away. Seeing me staring at it so quietly, it must be a little overwhelmed. It never knew it had an audience. Probably out of shyness, it rubbed its forelimbs, and I seemed to see the flashing and surprised eyes in its eyes. She flew away lightly, just like when it came. I watched it for a long time until it disappeared. It doesn't know that at this moment, it has become an eternal model in my heart.

I believe that flies like dancing, but it can't afford a gorgeous dance skirt, otherwise it will be more dazzling than butterflies; It likes singing, but it has no natural voice, otherwise, it will be better than lark. And the darling of the creator. As long as you listen attentively and observe carefully, you will find that flies are actually beautiful!

Reflections on reading Life Life A+++

I learned the text "Life and Life" and benefited a lot. The author cited three examples, which reflected the tenacious vitality of all things and realized the truth of cherishing life.

The first example is "moths to the fire". Moths are flying at the author's fingertips. The author was shocked by the desire to survive. Everything has a strong desire to survive, and all cherish their own lives, let alone human beings.

The second example is "melon seedlings live by cracks in bricks". How powerful vitality is contained in a small seed! Make it grow tenaciously in such a harsh environment.

The third example is "listening to the heartbeat", which makes us understand that a person's life belongs only to himself, and we have the obligation to take responsibility for our own life, so that we can make good use of our own life and make our own life shine.

Life is short and limited, but we can create infinite value through unremitting efforts. Do what you want to do in your limited life, realize your dreams, and don't leave regrets for life. The author-Xing Linzi is our role model. She suffers from rare rheumatoid arthritis, but she still insists on teaching herself for decades. She is physically and mentally disabled, but she insists on writing with strong perseverance.

We should learn from Xinglin. No matter whether we have a sound body, whether our family is rich or not, whether our status is noble or not, as long as we have strong perseverance and a positive outlook on life, everyone is an angel from the sky, and everyone is qualified to make his life shine.

Human life is fragile, and human life can be strong. The key lies in your own mentality. Only when we are strong can our life be strong. Life doesn't believe in despair. No matter what kind of bad luck we encounter, we can't give up our right to live. The value of life is that it cannot be repeated. Life is only once for everyone. We should cherish this once-only life, fully enjoy it, work hard and realize our own life value. When you are old, don't regret wasting your time, but regret doing nothing.

Spider; Spider-like objects; Star wheel; Cross; Connecting handle; crosshead

I remember one weekend afternoon, I found a spider in the yard. I hate spiders from birth. Looking at its ugly appearance and furry eight legs, especially reading many reports about poisonous spiders, made me hate it even more.

I watched it wriggle around on my own internet, and my heart was like a knot in one's heart. I heard a voice in my heart say, "Look at its slimy appearance, how disgusting it is. This ugly thing deserves no pity. " Destroy it! "I picked up a stone and threw it at it. The stone made an arc in the air and hit the net. Most of the nets were destroyed. I laughed. Suddenly, I felt an itch on my hand-it was a mosquito. I slapped it hard, but it was quick and ran away in panic. I just turned my head to do something else.

When I came back here, I subconsciously looked here, only to find that the spider was mending the almost shapeless web. Filled with disgust, I threw stones at it again, this time harder. I completely shattered the spider's fantasy, tore up its hope, and the ruthless stone ruined its dream. It's over. It was a terrible fall.

I started to do my homework, but my heart always looked at that corner. I couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity, so I went there and found a black spot continuing its broken dream. My heart seems to have been hit by something and trembled slightly. It struggled with its remaining seven legs, slowly and carefully weaving newer nets, stronger ideals and more beautiful dreams. I seem to see the tears in its eyes and its determined eyes. But I was unmoved. I really didn't like it, so I picked up a stick and leaned forward. When I saw it stop knitting and climb to a tiny point next to it, it was a mosquito struggling on the internet, but the mucus on the silk had firmly fixed its fate. The mosquito seemed to beg the spider, and the spider swallowed it mercilessly. I am silent.

I gave up the idea of destroying it. It was its forgiveness and persistence that saved its life. Maybe I don't hate spiders anymore. I saw its spirit and character.

The revelation of a small matter

I have read such a story: there was a heavy snow in a small town, and the snow was very thick. A young father was walking on the road with his little son. I don't know who swept a narrow road in the snow, and many people walked slowly along this road regularly. When the father and son also walked on this road, the son went naughty to the snow. My father saw it and shouted, "Come back soon. The road that others have not taken is dangerous. What if I fall? " The child replied in a tender voice: "Dad, look, I didn't fall, but I also set foot on my own road!" " "The father looked, and sure enough, his son left a string of small footprints behind him. And behind him, it is still the road that others have traveled, leaving no trace.

In fact, there is no road in the world, and the road needs to be opened by human beings themselves. Yes, the little boy may fall, but he has made his own way.

Sometimes life is like this. I remember once, I just moved to my new home, and my parents were walking on the path leading only to my home. Because there is a small gym next to my home, many people go there. I have been here several times, and I accidentally found a hidden path in the bushes. There are no shrubs or granite, just a loess road, and no one walks. The next day, we came back from grandpa's house. When we came to the bushes, I changed direction. My mother stopped me and said, "What are you doing there? Come back soon! " I wouldn't listen and insisted on going. By the time I arrived, my parents hadn't caught up yet! I have been walking from there since then, and many people follow my example and walk from here. In a few days, the management of residential property was paved with granite here, and the result was a real road-I was the first "pioneer" of this road!

Taking someone else's road may be safe and risk-free, but at the same time, you have chosen a mediocre life-I want to tread a life path of my own!

The spirit of ants

"Ho, ho, what is this? Get up! " Mom said angrily.

I completely ignored my mother and squatted on the ground staring at an ant. I want to see what this little ant is doing crawling around on the ground.

It crawled painfully on the ground. You can't find it without looking carefully. It's too insignificant. I laughed at its incompetence. It swings its tentacles-that's its eyes. The antenna touches here, touches there and explores carefully. I know, it is looking for food. Everything pays off. The ant finally found food. That's a small biscuit. It walked around this biscuit, which is a huge biscuit for it, just like archaeologists investigating fossils. After careful observation for a while, it left. Maybe it thinks it can't move it.

I was not interested in paying attention to it and walked away.

When I came here again, my eyes habitually glanced slightly, only to find that the dark area there was full of ants. It must have been notified by ants. Some of them push, some pull, and some command on biscuits, intending to move the food together, just like a tracker pulling a boat and stumbling forward. They managed to carry food for a long time, but I put the food back in its place in a naughty way, and the ants scattered in panic.

I began to look at those bugs with new eyes. I found that their tiny bodies do not represent incompetence, but strength, perseverance and unity.

What are human beings superior to them? Just bigger than them, and the brain is more complicated than them. Where are the others? It's also life, and it's also for living. In that case, why don't we learn from their strength, perseverance and unity to improve ourselves?

The way of reading

-Read "Traveling Around the World Together"

On that day, I enjoyed the words "travel all over the world as a companion", and I couldn't be calm for a long time. When I was addicted to the author's reading style, I reviewed myself.

I like books. Half of the bookcases at home are mine. Most of them are leisure books and composition books. These books are mine. I have read them. But if you ask me, "Have you read all the books?" I will be shy. I've always thought that books should bring fun to people, so reading good books is not a burden of life? Besides, you already know the content of the book after reading it. What's the point of reading it again? How foolish it is to waste time like this! But when he asked me, "You won't leave home because you are familiar with everything at home!" I have nothing to say. I studied the text repeatedly in his way with the psychology of trying, and I fully understood the text and had a deep memory. I have to admit that this is a good idea.

I finished all my previous books in a hurry, didn't I read them all for nothing? No, I have to make up all these books.

Compared with my own behavior, I think of a saying of Confucius: learning without thinking is useless, and thinking without learning is dangerous. Learning means learning new things, and thinking means letting what you have learned play in your mind a few more times to stimulate your creativity. I'm afraid I only learned!

After reading this text, I understand a truth: books are like seeds, which need to be watered every day and fertilized frequently to bear fruit. If you forget to plant them after sowing, if you let them grow a lot of weeds, there will be no good harvest!