1. A 150-word essay on expressing one’s desire to be exalted before suppressing one’s emotions

A 150-word essay on expressing one’s desire to exalt oneself first

In this world, there are many people who love me. , but, in the past few years, I had a very stubborn idea: My mother, she doesn’t love me!

I remember that when I was three years old, I was sent to live with my grandma for some reason. Although the two families were not far apart, my mother often could not see her for several months. Therefore, I concluded that my mother still doesn’t love me! Grandma has a very weird personality. She seems to hate me very much. She nags me all day long and never tells me stories. If my mother loved me, why would she leave me to such a weird old woman?

When I was nine years old, my mother took me back. I think my mother was still thinking about me. This gave me hope again, and I returned to my mother with a colorful dream... But I didn’t expect that my mother really didn’t love me. My mother had a gloomy face all day long, and she was picky and picky about me. This was not the case, and that was not the case. She would always scold me in front of others! My dream was shattered. So, I began to hate my mother, and completely closed the innocent heart of a daughter to her...

However, one thing made me change my mind: that was when I returned One day half a year after I came to my mother's side, after school at noon, my stomach hurt terribly. When I got home, I lay on the bed and didn't want to move. "What's wrong? I'm just back now, why don't you go eat soon!" This is what my mother said in the middle of the day. As I often say, the tone is still so lifeless. I thought: You won’t care what happens to me. So, I gritted my teeth and endured the pain and took a few bites of food. In the afternoon, my mother went to work, and I I was still lying on the bed, and the pain in my stomach prevented me from falling asleep. Suddenly, I felt like my stomach was churning, and finally, I vomited out the few mouthfuls of food I had just eaten. After that, I went back to bed, and something suddenly appeared in my mind. Mother's figure. Why is this? I'm a little strange. I don't know who said: When a person is in the most pain, the first thing he thinks of is always the person who loves him the most. And I thought of my mother, but she didn't love me! I was confused... In the evening, my mother came back and saw my appearance. She immediately helped me get dressed, called a taxi, and took me to the hospital. That night, she took me to five hospitals and finally diagnosed me with "biliary ascariasis". ". The doctor told her: "There is no medicine to treat it. I can only endure it. It will be better in five days, but I can't eat anything." When my mother listened to the doctor, I saw her eye circles were red.

In the next few days, I only relied on a few milliliters of glucose water every day, and the bug refused to spare me. I bit my lip and endured it, and the blood flowed along. With tears streaming down my face, my mother stayed by my bedside and stayed with me for five days and five nights. At this time, my mother took a handkerchief, gently wiped away my tears, and said softly: "It's very sad." Does it hurt? You have to be strong..." But she choked and couldn't continue. She knew that this advice was unnecessary, but how could she know that my tears were not because of illness? During these five days and five nights, she held my hand tightly and said nothing, but how could she know that these hands spread warmth throughout my body and gave me so much courage and strength!

Five days and five nights finally passed. When I told my mother: "My stomach doesn't hurt anymore!" I saw her frowning brows unfurling, and her bloodshot eyes so gentle and loving. , her haggard face shone with brilliance, and we, mother and daughter, looked at each other and smiled... This incident seems to be very far away, but those five days and five nights are still vivid in my mind.

As time goes by, As time goes by, I have grown up, and I have begun to understand that my mother endured hardships in order to work and pursue her career before sending me to my grandma’s house; now, in order to educate me and train me, she takes me from my grandma’s house. I took her back to my side and resolutely shouldered the heavy responsibilities of housework and career... Now I truly realize that the greatest thing is maternal love, and the person who loves me the most is my mother. Somehow, I suddenly remembered a song: "Mom, Mom , dear mother, you fed me up with your sweet milk, helped me learn to walk, taught me how to speak, sang songs to accompany me to sleep, and always cared about me in your heart... 2. A composition about people who want to exalt before they suppress. Under 100 words

There are many people who love me in this world, but in the past few years, I had a very stubborn idea: My mother, she doesn’t love me!

I remember that when I was three years old, I was sent to live with my grandma for some reason. Although the two families were not far apart, my mother often could not see her once for several months.

Therefore, I concluded that my mother still does not love me! Grandma has a very weird personality. She seems to hate me very much. She nags me all day long and never tells me stories. If my mother loved me, why would she leave me with such a weird old woman?

When I was nine years old, my mother took me back. I think my mother is still thinking about me. This gave me hope again, and I returned to my mother with a colorful dream... But I didn't expect that my mother really didn't love me. My mother had a gloomy face all day long, and she was picky and picky about me. This is not the case, and that is not the case. , and constantly scolded me in front of others! My dream was shattered. So, I began to hate my mother for completely closing a daughter's innocent heart to her...

However, one thing made me change my view: it was one day half a year after I returned to my mother. After school at noon, my stomach hurt terribly. When I got home, I lay on the bed. I don’t want to move anymore. "What's the matter? You're back now, why don't you go eat quickly!" This is what my mother often said to me throughout the day, and her tone was still so lifeless. I thought: You don’t care what happens to me. So, I gritted my teeth and endured the pain and took a few bites of food. In the afternoon, my mother went to work, and I was still lying on the bed. The pain in my stomach prevented me from falling asleep. Suddenly, I felt like my stomach was churning, and finally I vomited out the few mouthfuls of food I had just eaten. After that, I went back to bed, and my mother suddenly appeared in my mind. why is that? I'm a little strange. I don’t know who said: When people are in the most pain, the first thing they think of is always the person who loves them the most. And I thought of my mother, but she doesn’t love me! I wondered... In the evening, my mother came back and saw my appearance. She immediately helped me get dressed, called a taxi and took me to the hospital. That night, she took me to five hospitals and finally diagnosed me with "biliary roundworm." The doctor told her: "There is no medicine to treat it. I can only endure it. It will be better in five days, but I can't eat anything." When my mother listened to the doctor's words, I saw the circles under her eyes were red. 3. Composition of 200 words about people who want to promote but suppress people first. Waiting online. Urgent

Misunderstanding

Qingming Festival.

The drizzle fell softly, gently falling on the umbrellas and bodies of the people sweeping the tombs in the martyrs' cemetery, and also gently falling on the white statues...

On the marble statue base, the soldier is holding a submachine gun tightly, his eyebrows are solemn, and his eyes are looking deeply into the distance, as if he is standing guard. The entire statue is only about 2 meters high, but it gives people the feeling of being upright. His body was also wet...

"Hurry up, take your time, what are you doing?" Following a delicate call, I looked over. A large group of young people came over talking and laughing happily. Active at the front was a modern lady with a floor-length skirt and surprisingly short hair. She had "Workman" in her ears and her body was swaying to the rhythm from time to time. They disturbed the solemn peace. She stepped on her high heels and walked "elegantly" to the statue. She looked up and down and yelled "Wow...". All eyes turned to her, and naturally her companions followed. A young man asked anxiously: "What's wrong?" The lady smiled and said: "This man was so handsome, it's a pity that he died!" Then they laughed loudly for a while. People were shaking their heads and talking about something. I stared at this group of people, speechless. Is she here for a spring outing? Picnic? Or a "beauty pageant"? I have no idea.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties came over with a little girl of five or six years old. The little girl had a thin figure, eyebrow-length bangs, and round eyes shining with innocence. She broke free from her father's hand and ran towards the statue. I was already very angry and even more unhappy. This child must have treated this as a park to play with her father. She came over to use the statue of the martyr as an electric toy to ride on. Maybe the era of "heroes singing with bells and whistles" has indeed passed. Are they the "hope of the motherland"? I looked at the little girl. She walked to the statue and stopped, as if she had no intention of climbing up. The round little hands gently touched the statue. She turned around and called her father over. "Dad, uncle is caught in the rain, can I hold an umbrella for him?" The middle-aged man looked at his little daughter, touched her head and said, "Uncle is not afraid of getting wet. Uncle is not even afraid of fighting. How can he be afraid of getting wet? "No, mom said you'll catch a cold if you get caught in the rain. I want to hold an umbrella for uncle!" She pouted and said seriously, her eyes full of childishness. The father thought for a long time, then held the little girl's hand and said, "This is a sculpture, not a real person. Be good, and dad will take you over there to see it."

"The little girl stamped her feet and was so anxious that she was about to cry. She just grabbed the corner of her father's clothes and pulled him towards the statue, shouting: "I am not, uncle is afraid of getting wet, uncle is afraid of getting wet..." Dad gave in. He knelt down and said, "Okay, okay, uncle is afraid of getting wet. The little girl came up to her father and said, "Dad, you... you just... gave the umbrella to grandpa, and I... I want to give it to uncle too!" "She looked at her father's eyes intently, and his father also looked at her for a long, long time... Then he smiled with satisfaction and was very proud. He picked up the little girl and said: "Let's go hold an umbrella for uncle! "When she came to the statue, the little girl was held by her father, reaching, reaching, and slowly, finally, a cute little red umbrella firmly covered the statue of the martyr. She smiled, as happy as a little angel. The same round little hands applauded the statue that was not exposed to the rain. Everyone smiled heartily, and the rain gently kissed the beautiful little red umbrella...

I'm sorry, little sister. , I misunderstood... 4. 150 words of character description of suppressing first and then promoting

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(1) My deskmate Jiang Songming is a person who always likes to talk about "it doesn't matter" The person next to me, so others give him the nickname "It doesn't matter." I don't like having such a deskmate... Under the sunset, watching his figure walking further and further away, I feel that he is getting closer and closer to me. My neighbor Uncle Wang used to be a weirdo in my eyes. I always saw him wearing faded clothes all year round. Although his work clothes are clean, he always feels rustic compared to others... My nose suddenly became sore and I almost shed tears. What an admirable Uncle Wang! He is stingy with himself. This seems "weird" and "stingy", but isn't this a virtue that no one else can match? 5. Write about 150 words in a hurry

My father's hand touched me. In the dark night of my soul, I was sleeping hazily. The door of the room was quietly opened. I saw my father coming in my confusion. He covered me with the quilt with his big and warm hands. I was hit by the cold. Warm.

When I was a child, I liked my father’s hands. Even though those hands were so rough that it hurt a little when they touched mine, I didn’t mind. I liked my father’s hands. Hands. After I went to school, my father’s hands were a pair of comforting hands. When I was bullied or wronged, my father would often caress my furry little head with his big, warm hands and comfort me. I suddenly smiled. Isn't it because I love my father's hands? Finally, as time passed, I matured and could no longer rely on my father's hands to comfort me. The heavy study has gradually made me forget my father's hands, the rich emotions contained in them and the infinite memories in them. But when I often find that there are more scars on my father's hands, I can't help but feel very sad. My heart ached.

I thought again, could I really forget such a pair of hands? Those were my father’s hands! The big exam was coming soon, and I was so tired and irritable after working late at night. Why did my father keep pacing around me again? I became more and more impatient. My father stretched out his hand and touched my head out of habit. He yelled: “You are so annoying! Didn't you see me busy? The father was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll just go." ”

I can’t forget my father’s smile. Why was my father smiling? It made me feel guilty and blamed myself, because my father’s smile clearly showed helplessness and sadness. My heart was no longer calm. .

176 2010-11-5 A 200-word composition about people that wants to be promoted first, urgently available online. 2010-9-26 Requesting documents: A 100-word composition about rain that wants to be promoted first, urgently needed! ! ! 37 More questions about the composition of wanting to rise first and suppressing it >> View questions on the same topic: Composition of relatives waiting for your answer del0 answer Composition on the topic "I am walking with peace" del0 answer 15 composition: My Confusion Choose more questions waiting for your answer >> No questions you are interested in? Try changing a batch of other answers *** 2 At five or six o'clock in the winter evening, the sun is almost setting. We are sitting in the classroom, waiting. Night self-study. Following the clear footsteps, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom.

"Today's evening self-study, we will take the exam." Before he finished speaking, sighs were already filling the classroom.

The naughty Mr. F said: "I took the test yesterday, I took the test today, and I will take the test tomorrow. But when will I have fun? I started writing and said: I have fun in the exam.

'" As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom burst into laughter. The Chinese teacher didn't get angry, he just smiled and said: "Mr. F, your speech is good! There is no ancient Chinese prose like Bai Xue.

I didn't explain it clearly just now. We don't record grades in today's exam. I just want to Try to bring out your potential. Now answer me: What do you think of when you look at the sunset outside the window? "Think of the old man."

Mr. a answered first. "The thought is deep and unknown, like thinking."

"Is there anything else?" the teacher asked. "Think of tomorrow. The sun will rise again tomorrow. It will no longer be the sunset, it will become the morning sun."

F Jun said without thinking. "Very good!" the Chinese teacher praised.

The students gave warm applause to Mr. F’s wonderful answer. Just after the first question ended, the teacher asked a second question: "What should the rising sun look like?" "Vibrant and full of vitality."

"Full of confidence and strong vitality." This time, everyone stood up and started talking, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

The third question followed: "What kind of sunrise are you willing to be, and how can you make your youth like the sunrise?" "I hope to be a sunrise that is always full of vigor. It would be best if you can use your imagination, imagination, and creativity, but... I don't have time." Mr. W waved his hand helplessly.

"I hope to be a 'good boy' like Chaoyang, but I always love playing too much, and a 'good boy' may be too far away from me." Mr. F's tone was slightly regretful.

After hearing these words, the Chinese teacher said happily: "Actually, you are all Chaoyang. As long as you don't study too hard and leave some time and space for yourself, your creations will not be just dreams.

Think about what you said today, how complete, how reasonable, and how well written! ..." This originally "painful exam" has become so easy, I like it, and I deeply appreciate it! I was deeply intoxicated by this unusual exam. I really hope that the exams after the "reduced burden" of the junior brothers and junior sisters will be as happy as ours. 6. Write a 200-word essay about a classmate using the technique of promoting desire before suppressing it

I have a father with an "ice cube face". Why do I say that my father has an ice cube face? Because he has always had only one My expression was cold. I remember when I was a child, I was still stumbling when I walked, so my father took me to the park to play. As I was walking, I bumped into a small stone. My foot slipped and I fell onto my back. I cried, calling for dad, and kept waiting for a pair of warm hands to pick me up, but time passed by, and there was still no pair of hands to help me. I raised my head, and my dad was watching coldly from a distance. He looked at me and had no intention of coming over. I struggled to get up and ran towards my father. "Whoo!" I fell down again. It was so pitiful, but my father still didn't come over. Time after time, one fall after another, My father never came to help me, so I never felt his love. But now, my father still treats me like this. I participated in the Mathematical Olympiad class in school. Once, the teacher assigned us some questions. I couldn't think of anything, so I had to ask my father, who used to be pretty good at math, for help. He calmly said three words to me: "Think about it for yourself." I thought hard and tried many methods, and finally figured it out. "Humph, Dad lives. I just didn’t care about what I was doing, and even didn’t care about my studies!” Later, my math scores improved a lot, and I even ranked first in the whole year. Looking back, it turned out that it was my father who taught me. So many: Failure is the mother of success. Stand up wherever you fall. Moreover, there is more than one way to success. If this method doesn't work, you can change to another method. There will always be one that will work and win you over. On the road to success. "Ice Cube Face" Dad, now I understand that it is you who are teaching me how to be a human being and how to solve every difficulty in life. Dad, thank you.

7. A 100-word essay about expressing the desire to exalt before suppressing things

The winter sunshine lazily shines on this forest clearing, and the north wind whistles and circles among the trees, shaking the bare branches vigorously. .

Under the frozen soil, I, an oak tree seed, was having a deep dream in the warm soil. The long winter finally passed, the forest became more and more lively, and I vaguely felt that there was life about to stir inside me.

So I stretched out in the darkness and got out of the ground in one breath. What a beautiful forest this is! The breath of spring fills the air and shines in the sunshine. From time to time, colorful birds fly over my head, leaving a string of beautiful notes.

I looked at everything around me happily, and suddenly a voice sounded above me: "Look, how skinny are these newly grown buds!" I raised my head, and saw several tall trees. The oak tree was looking at me with worried eyes. I quickly looked at my body and realized that I was being swayed by the breeze. I sighed and lowered my head. I finally became an oak tree, but the shortest and smallest one in the forest.

I spend every day in loneliness and low self-esteem. No one can pay attention to an inconspicuous bud. The whole forest seems to have forgotten my existence. But it was during the darkest days of my life that I met the "Tree King", an elder who changed my life.

I will never forget my surprise at that time: the tall branches and thick body supported a huge crown, and the dense branches and leaves covered more than a dozen surrounding trees. The King of Trees - the tallest tree in the forest, stood silently dozens of meters away from me, like a majestic giant.

I watched in awe, motionless, and suddenly an idea jumped into my mind: I also want to become the tree king! I was startled by my own thoughts, but then calmed down: Why not? Maybe, I can really realize this fantasy-like hope. With this idea in mind, I started working hard to grow taller.

The sky above my head was blocked, and I couldn’t see the color of the sky, so my branches grew upward; so my tree stretched outward; the soil underground was filled, I don't get enough nutrients, so my roots drill down and down. I never thought about giving up because something called confidence was spreading inside me.

Time swept past me with the wind, taking away my inferiority and loneliness. I was still growing tirelessly, and I didn't even realize that I had surpassed half of the trees in the forest.

I am no longer the skinny sprout I was before, I have become a real oak tree. I continue to work hard to grow upward, with my confidence and my hope.

Now, the only one taller than me is the King of Trees, and the others, including those trees that I once thought were so tall, are all below me. But I am not satisfied, because my end point is not here, but dozens of meters away, where the King of Trees stands.

Another long winter day has passed, and everything in the forest is beginning to wake up. I was woken up by a noise in my sleep: "Look! The new tree king!" "Yes, the new tree king is born.

Look, how tall he is! He is taller than the previous one. The King of Trees is so much taller!" I felt someone stretching out branches and gesticulating on me. I didn't open my eyes. My heart was filled with joy. I heard every leaf on my body saying: "I My wish came true!" Many years have passed. Whenever everyone affectionately calls me "Grandpa Tree King", I can't help but look at the young sprouts around me.

Because in them and me, I seem to see a small and short bud many years ago, making the most important promise in my life to the tree king next to me.