The middle school entrance examination has a full score essay "Birthday" 3, with sincere emotions and a great breath of life

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Those who were once earth-shattering have never appeared, and those that have entangled in our hearts have never left.

I am a daughter who is not good at expressing feelings, and in 16 years, I have never given my father a birthday, not even a sentence such as "Happy birthday, Dad". But I never felt guilty. Because I thought that my father never cared about such a plain as water, I always half-jokingly said to my father, we are gentlemen's friends, as light as water.

But I was wrong, I was so wrong.

Not long ago, in January, I happened to be at my grandmother's house on my father's birthday. I don't know who brought it up, today is the birthday of my sister and classmates, and I want to have a party. On January 12th, I seemed to wake up from a dream, and today seemed to be my father's birthday... It seems like...... yes. Father's sane face emerged and receded. I picked up my phone to make a phone call to fulfill an obligation I hadn't fulfilled in 16 years, and I put it down again, and Dad wouldn't care.

My sister went out, holding a gift for her classmates.

I picked up my phone and hit the development kit.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

That's the only limit I can do, just a text message.

The next day, my mother was also called to my grandmother's house. At the dinner table, my mother asked me mysteriously, and there was an unconcealed excitement in her eyes. "You... Texted your dad yesterday to wish him a happy birthday, didn't he? "Well, how do you know?" My heart was beating a little fast, understatedly.

Here's what my mom told me: Yesterday I was having dinner out with your dad and his co-workers. Your dad's phone rang and said there was a text message. He turned on the phone for half a minute, and I hurriedly asked, what's wrong? Your dad's expression suddenly softened, hmm... I hadn't seen him with such a gentle expression in years. Then he showed me the phone and yelled, "Look, my daughter wishes me a happy birthday!" You see no, she said Dad, happy birthday to you...

Mom said dad was like a kid at the time, shuttling around his co-workers, showing his co-workers the text message, his face perhaps turning red from drinking, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and he was really happy.

A feeling of a long stream of thin water, whispering shallowly in the wind. I could see my father's slightly drunken face at that time, see his once resolute figure, see a man and a father's posture that could not fall, and see the father whose heart was as soft as a lake at that moment. Therefore, I am extremely ashamed. It was just a text message, five words that seemed insignificant to others.

My father took it as the most beautiful gift for his birthday.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Comments

The author did not describe the earth-shattering birthday story, but chose a most ordinary little thing that the daughter wished her father a happy birthday. This little thing is really small to the extreme, because "I" just sent a five-word text message: "Happy birthday Dad." However, unexpectedly, these short five words gave the father great joy, and the father, who has always been calm, was as excited as a child when he received his daughter's blessing text message, and actively shared this joy with the people around him, almost showing off. That's what makes this article most touching! Read the sigh: Lick the calf love ah!

Full score essay 2

- Letter to Mom

Dear Mom,

Hello! My daughter really wants to talk to you.

Just now, the door slammed shut, so heavy and so stubborn, just as you looked when you were angry. There was only silence in the room, leaving me distressed and dazed. The flower cat made of cream on the birthday cake on the table wagged its tail as if it were triumphantly mocking me. The 17 candles on the cake also seem to remind you: Today you are 17 years old, you should listen to your mother's words!

But what's wrong with me? After the party was over, it was late and a boy sent me home. You saw it at the door, and I still don't understand the look on your face, so why should you look at me with that kind of look? You sighed, shook your head, and kept muttering, "Our daughter has become complicated." What is "complex"? I really don't understand. A few days later you found a copy of Bacon on Life, pointed to one of the passages you marked and read: "Although the slave of love is not the same as the beast that eats and drinks, it is also a slave of the eyes." ”

Oh my God, what did you think of me? I really wanted to hold you back and ask for clarification, but you just smiled at me mysteriously. I didn't say anything, and at best I wouldn't attend the party again, just to reassure you that I hadn't become "complicated." But when I was chewing on the snacks you had carefully prepared for me, my heart flew to the campus, and I seemed to hear the beautiful songs and beautiful piano sounds of the students on the campus; I seemed to see the frolicking of the students on the path, the communication of the students in the classroom... I really want to say to you: my daughter always has to cross the threshold of childhood and go to the adult world, and the tide of life will always push me to the wave of society.

Today was supposed to be my happiest day, but now this empty house is full of sadness and displeasure. I lit the candle, and as I tried my best to blow out the candlelight, tears flowed involuntarily. I put a small piece of cake in my mouth without tasting a single taste. Maybe, maybe it's just less of your taste!

Mom, I really hope to see you in the candlelight, I really hope that we can blow candles together, make wishes together, and make wishes together...

Daughter Xiaojuan

A certain day in a certain month of a certain year

This article is written in epistolary form and in the second person. The content of the article is very interesting, the author first wrote from the birthday and the mother's pity, only to see a poignant scene. Then, the author wrote the origin of the matter, it turned out that the daughter was sent home by a boy after attending the party, so the mother suspected that the daughter had fallen in love early, but the daughter felt that this was just a general interaction, which created a gap between mother and daughter. The description of psychological activities in the text is extremely detailed, which is a major highlight.

Full score essay 3

- Missing my old home

In the newly renovated house, my mother conspicuously placed two pots of flowers, one pot of fiery bougainvillea and the other a cuckoo that bloomed like a ball of hydrangeas. A cake from Kinley, a cute little sheep attribute toy had been waiting for a while early. The cousin's text message, the brother-in-law's blessing has been rehearsed for the birthday dinner in advance.

But sorrow and loneliness filled my chest. Looking out the window at the rows of new buildings and listening to the strange footsteps coming from the corridors, I missed the old courtyard where I had lived for fourteen years, when it was a birthday, and I had never felt so lonely.

The old courtyard, I have spent fourteen years, and today I am so stubborn and clear in front of my eyes...

In the early morning of the old courtyard, there is no need to tighten the clockwork of the alarm clock, the kicking sound of slippers, the rush of releasing water, and the reluctant yawn of children who are woken up by their parents in their dreams, all of which are the clocks that wake you up.

Say good morning to each other, and the old hospital has begun a new day. Cyclists, motorcycle drivers, bus drivers, trotting... Half of the people walked out of the old courtyard.

Sending away the noise of the morning, the old people who stayed behind in each family began to make a fuss again. Tidy up the house, prepare lunch, and exchange tricks for your child's birthday. Grandma Zhang talked about the difficulties at home, and Grandpa Li complained about retirement. The second uncle who rested on the shift also seized the time to repair the "singing" bicycle. The laid-back atmosphere sent away the long days.

There is never loneliness in the old home. When the children after school fly back like homecoming birds, when the adults at work are like homecoming sailboats docked, when the lights of the home window shot out, you can smell all kinds of meals, you can hear the happy calls of the mothers of the family, and the most intoxicating moment of the old hospital has come.

In the old courtyard, you don't have to worry about the door being locked, because the left neighbor has your key; you don't have to be afraid to forget to water the flowers, because the right house has already given you the idea of it; the child is out of school, the uninvited guests come to the house, you don't have to worry... Like a family. The hospital is filled with an air of love that helps each other in times of hardship and happiness.

Although the environment of the new building is so clean and beautiful, I can't forget the old dean's mossy pool, I can't forget the climbing tiger on the peeling gray wall, and I can't forget the birthday dinner where the whole hospital surrounded me and blew out the candles in one breath... It was the old hospital that accompanied me through so many nostalgic years!

Today's birthday, yesterday's old yard...

The text is emotionally sincere, and the author describes "my" nostalgia for the old courtyard with beautiful brushstrokes. When this longing is linked to a birthday, what kind of emotion is it? "I" once spent the first fourteen birthdays of my life in the noisy courtyard, and when "I" moved to a strange new home, there was no longer the noise and intimacy of the past, and I could not help but miss the past.