A hundred years ago, Mr. Liang Qichao cried out with his heart: "a strong youth means a strong country, and an independent youth means an independent country!" But Liang Gong's high spirited, finally did not be able to reproduce in our generation. Looking at the test questions in front of me, I imagine Liang Gong's heroic feelings, squeezing out a bitter smile.
How do our children grow up?
Fortunately, I was born into a well-off family in a peaceful era. Since I was a fertilized egg, I have been a load-bearing wall. With my mother, I supplement all kinds of nutrients every day (although this nucleic acid and that drink are ultimately regarded as concept hype), listen to Mozart (although it later proved that it can't make the baby smarter); when I was born, I drank hundreds of yuan of imported milk powder (although it is said that the cost of foreign milk powder is only due to high tariffs), and countless bright colored milk powder is said to be Develop intellectual toys (although I don't think it will add some brain cells); when I grow to three years old, my parents have painstakingly selected a five-star kindergarten for me (although I haven't made half of the kindergarten's graduation examination papers right), since I was five years old, I have learned elegant art (piano and painting) and received professional training (quick calculation and English); when I was in primary school, they tried their best to get me into it In a key primary school, they enjoyed the three-hour round trip every day for six years; after entering middle school, they spent another two years to save money and send me to a key middle school. In the past six years, my mother cooked soup and fattened my ugly duckling (but it was not strong at all)
They love me, work hard and make a vow, but they never let me walk alone. Maybe not not not - they dare not, I can understand.
My middle school, very loud, has won a lot of gold glittering glory cards hanging at the door, and has a glorious history of the highest enrollment rate over the years and a plastic track playground, but it doesn't have a canteen, and it doesn't let us go to the suburbs to sweep graves in the Qingming season. There is only one reason: safety is the day.
My teachers are very rare. They are noble and hardworking. They don't suggest that my parents give them gifts at the Spring Festival. They're good at everything, but there's no time to teach me what to do when I'm alone with my choices. Maybe not not not - they dare not, I can understand.
As for my society, I'm sorry, I don't know it. I only know that I am pushed forward by a huge force along a narrow alley. What's ahead, glory and dream? A trap or abyss? I can't see, I have no choice
All of a sudden, the younger and younger students who took the middle school entrance examination were told that they were going to take the physical education test. Their parents began to do rope skipping and running temporarily. This is just another new but not new failure case under the exam oriented education system. Today, I walked into the college entrance examination room, and the picture in front of me once again plunged me into deep sorrow. What's more sad is that the author's painstaking heart leaps to the surface of the paper, but still can't restrain the flow of sorrow year after year.
Famous teachers' comments
Although the content and writing of this composition in the examination hall are a little different and funny (for example, "my mother has cooked soup to fatten up my ugly duckling every day for six years (but it's not strong at all)", "my middle school is very loud, winning many golden glory cards hanging at the door", etc.), but it is closely related to the topic and deeply emotional, and it can click on the disadvantages Three points into the wood, can be called not lack of sharp, more brilliant essays.
In addition, the title of "the new" juvenile China theory "was proposed and included in Mr. Liang Qichao's" juvenile China theory ", with deep emotion and ingenuity. (Tang Huizhong)