Middle school students and society composition

The Shape of Home

Guo Shunzi, Class 6, Grade 3, Pingzhou No. 3 Middle School, Nanhai District, Foshan, Guangdong

"Does home have a shape?" Nature is here While creating all things, give them unique shapes. Well, homes should also have a shape. Homes can be round or square, or they may have some unknown and unique shape.

Circle

In the third grade of elementary school, in a summer with changeable weather. A gust of wind scared away the clear morning sky, and dark clouds came from all directions like a market, sealing the sky tightly. I didn’t bring an umbrella with me when I went out in the morning. Watching my classmates go home one by one, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and didn’t know what to do. Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure appeared in the rain - "Mom! Mom!" I rushed over and hugged my mother, but found that my mother's clothes had been completely soaked by the rain. I looked at my mother distressedly, and she said apologetically: "I'm so sorry, mom is late." After that, she took me and walked towards home. Suddenly I discovered: the raindrops that had wet my mother’s shoulders just now stopped, but the rain around me kept falling! I looked up and saw that there was a big umbrella on top of my mother's small umbrella - it turned out to be my father. "Let's go home quickly, don't freeze!" Dad said with concern. In this way, I arrived home safely under the protection of two umbrellas. The parents walking on the outside were soaked, but I in the middle didn't get a drop of rain!

I found: Dad, mom and I formed a warm home. From the moment I was born, my parents were like protecting a treasure, giving me selfless care. My home is like a circle, I am the center of the circle, and my parents hold hands and work hard to protect me, give me warmth, and give me happiness. They used their bodies to keep out all the ups and downs - just to give me a peaceful space for me to grow up healthily.

Triangle

When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I started a new life - living in the school dormitory. I began to learn to be self-reliant and self-reliant, began to face the pain and joy of life alone, and began to spread from the center of the circle to the periphery. I no longer have my parents by my side, so I can only rely on my own strength to face the setbacks I encounter. My father works out of town and rarely has time to go home, and my mother is also busy with her career. I can no longer act coquettishly to them like before. We are each facing our own problems. My parents would write to me every month, asking for help and encouraging me. I also often send greeting cards to my parents, hoping to convey my care. I discovered that my home has become like a triangle - I, my father, and my mother are the three vertices. Although there is a distance between each other, there is a line pulling each other, supporting and encouraging each other. Although our family spends less time together, our home has not become stranger because of this. On the contrary, it has become closer and stronger because of this spiritual support.

Square

The pond is the home of fish, the forest is the home of birds, the earth is the home of mankind... For a middle school student, the class is also a home.

In this home, dozens of our classmates are like the same family, but we compete with each other. Before a competition, my opponent and I were reviewing day and night. Suddenly, I encountered a question that I didn't understand. I looked at her not far away, and felt conflicted in my heart: Should I ask her? Time is so tight, will she be willing to teach me?... "I have a little bit. Can you teach me what I don’t understand?” Her voice suddenly sounded, and I couldn’t help but feel ashamed, but then I started to explain it to her enthusiastically. Then, she and I exchanged our respective learning experiences, which benefited me a lot and all our problems were solved. The results came out, and she and I both won first prize.

I discovered: The shape of my home is like that spacious and bright classroom, which is square. Dozens of people help each other and promote each other, which makes our home more and more united and more and more indestructible. It is like a flower garden: our teachers are the most diligent gardeners, and we are the flowers in bud, tirelessly absorbing the nutrients of knowledge. What a harmonious and harmonious scenery this is under the sun!

"Our home is beautiful and lovely, bless you, our home..." The song echoed in my ears, and I finally understood: Home is round - full of warmth; home is triangular - Caring for each other; homes are square - knots help each other.

(Instructor: Wu Zhihai)

Comments: At first glance, the title of this article is very novel; upon closer inspection, the three metaphors about the shape of home in the article are even more original; after the narrative Several "discovery" and "discovery" discussions reveal the profound connotations of the three metaphors of "circle", "triangle" and "square". The expression is appropriate and refreshing. I believe readers who have read this article will Wow.

First prize in the junior high school group

Happy new home

Li Shouyan, Class 7, Grade 1, New World School Affiliated to China Normal University in Guangzhou, Guangdong (South Korea)

When I first left Korea and came to China, I was full of curiosity about this ancient civilization with five thousand years of splendid culture. In my heart, I was looking for the quaint ancient buildings, small bridges, flowing water, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers... But, we When I got off the plane, the scene in front of me made me confused. Where is the China in my dream?

Look! What's speeding on that wide road is a Mercedes-Benz, an Audi, a Buick... Oh my God! It’s unbelievable. Did the plane land in the wrong place? This is not the dream China, a backward homeland. This is obviously a modern metropolis! There are many high-rise buildings and overpasses in front of you. There are all kinds of bright flowers and plants in the middle of the wide road. There are all kinds of tall trees on both sides of the road. Various cars are busy driving happily on the road. The buses keep calling. Looking at the strange place names... I was shocked by everything in front of me!

When the taxi stopped at Baiyun Golf Community, the neat buildings were located among the flowers and green trees. The green exterior tones of the buildings gave people a warm feeling. The people here were wearing It was no different from Korea. I felt at home inexplicably. When we got off the taxi, the driver said "Thank you!" when he was looking for money. I was shocked because I didn't understand Chinese at the time. They were so polite! When we buy things and talk to the landlords, what I see in their eyes is kindness, kindness, and friendliness! I'm so touched - this is indeed a real fairy tale!

For this "fairy tale" in front of me, I have always wanted to pursue the mysterious veil hidden behind it. What magic is at work? In the past few years since I came to China, I have been watching the changes happening around me every day: roads are widening, overpasses are getting higher and higher, subways are being dug deeper and deeper, and trains are getting faster and faster! Finally one day I found the answer...

One day, I went to Zeng Weiqi's house to play. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her grandfather looking through the photo album, his face already blooming with joy. Zeng Weiqi and I hurriedly gathered around her. Her grandfather pointed to the black and white photos in the album with a smile on his face and said: "Too soon. It’s so fast!” Looking at our blank faces, her grandfather said earnestly: “Children, look, this photo was taken by Weiqi’s father when he was 6 years old. Look carefully. Behind him is the main street of Guangzhou more than 30 years ago. At that time, two-story buildings were rare and the roads were very narrow. Many people lived in low-rise tile-roofed houses, which were dark and damp. It would be even worse in the rainy weather. What bad luck! Thanks to Deng Xiaoping, he designed a grand blueprint for China. Reform and opening up made Guangzhou rich, and we have the happy home we have today!" Grandpa pointed out this year's colorful family portrait to us. I saw their family smiling happily in the spacious and bright hall...

At this time, the news happened to be interrupted on the TV, and the host said: "In 2010, Guangzhou will host the Asian Games, and the government will Investing 2 billion yuan to transform the venues and surrounding living environment is a small expense for Guangzhou. The Asian Games will bring us a better tomorrow!" After hearing this, Grandpa said happily: "Yes! , Guangzhou will be more beautiful tomorrow, and our days will become better and better!" We are secretly happy in our hearts, let us cheer together to welcome tomorrow's happy home!

This is my happy new home in China.

(Instructor: Ye Huiqing)

Comments: It is touching that a young man from a foreign country regards Guangzhou as his "home". In the article, scenes such as "the Mercedes-Benz is speeding" and "flowers and green trees" seem to come at your fingertips, showing the appearance of this "happy new home". And the fluent language may make us not think that this article was written by a Korean teenager.

First prize in the junior high school group

Pursuit

Zhao Shen, Class 10, Grade 2, Guangzhou No. 2 Middle School, Guangdong

The sky is The eagle is home, the forest is the home of the tiger, and the ocean is the home of the fish. So, where is my home?

——Inscription

(1) Looking for

"Homeland" is a very strange but familiar word. "What is home? Where is home?" At the age of 14, I thought about this question for the first time.

Is my home the home I return to after school every day? No! It was just a temporary residence. Even though I know it very well, even though I put a lot of thought into decorating it, it's not enough to call it my home. Home should not just feel familiar to me.

Is my home, Guangzhou, where I was born and raised? No! Whenever I see the city of Guangzhou with the lights on and the endless traffic of cars, I always feel that it is beautiful and glorious... unreal and distant. Home, shouldn’t it be intimate? How could it be illusory and distant?

Where is my home?

(2) Confusion

I always hear my parents say: "Our hometown is in Guilin. It is a beautiful city. We have our roots there." I felt in my heart A tremor: Is my homeland Guilin?

I remember when I was 10 years old, I followed my parents to the land of Guilin. Looking at the warm black soil under my feet, I felt familiar. Is this the smell of home?

"Shen, come here and help me." It was my mother who was calling me over.

It was a short walk, but I was frightened: some big wolf dogs raised by other people rushed over angrily when they saw strangers, barking loudly, and their yellowed fangs were faintly visible. A huge wolfdog surrounded me, so scared that I didn't dare to move. My eldest aunt noticed my predicament and came over to drive away a few wolf dogs. She smiled and comforted me and said, "These dogs are just like that. They are quite fierce. They will rush up to strangers when they see them." "Strangers?" I was slightly shocked. Indeed, no matter how much I like the warm black soil here, the beautiful mountains and rivers here, or the simple customs here, for this land, I am just a passerby and a stranger.

Guilin is the root of my parents. Here are all the beautiful memories of their childhood. But for me, Guilin is just a beautiful landscape painting, just the few words after the place of birth on the household registration book.

Back in Guilin, my parents found their roots. So, where are my roots? Where can I find my home?

(3) Epiphany

"Look, you are wearing so thin again. The weather is getting colder, so you need to add more clothes. Be careful of catching a cold."

< p> "I know. I say this every day, don't you get bored!" It's a dialogue that is repeated every day as usual. I feel like my mother is always nagging me endlessly.

"I'm going to Nanjing for a business trip tomorrow. I'll be there for a week. In two days, your dad will also go to Shanghai. We are not at home, so you have to take care of yourself and don't catch a cold again when we come back. . I went to the supermarket to buy some noodles and went to the kitchen to cook them when I was hungry. The weather has turned cold these days. Don’t kick yourself under the quilt when you go to bed at night. Also..." I cheered for liberation in my heart. Didn't listen to his advice at all.

The long-awaited "Liberation Day" has finally arrived! However, things didn't go as smoothly as I thought.

After finishing my homework, I went to the kitchen to cook noodles. It took the gas stove three or four times to turn on. After putting the noodles into the pot, I went to the living room to watch TV. When I wasn't careful, the water overflowed the pot. I had to clean it with a rag and "enjoy" my bowl of "delicious" noodles. well! After my disastrous dinner, I went to bed. The next morning, just as my mother expected: I had a bad cold. I was so troubled by the cold that I had to call my mother for help.

My mother became anxious when she heard it on the phone and said she would book a flight and come back immediately.

I lay in bed drowsily waiting for my mother to come back. In the haze, I felt a hand on my forehead. It was cool and comfortable... "I told you not to kick the quilt when you go to bed. You usually put on extra clothes, but you didn't listen. Look, you must have a cold!" Lying down there! It was a pleasure to listen to her nagging in my mother's arms...

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was in the hospital ward with an injection. The ward was filled with the unpleasant smell of Lysol, but for some reason, I felt particularly warm and familiar. What is wrong with me? Lowering my head, I saw my mother holding my hand tightly, delicate and gentle. At this time, a familiar warm current surged into my heart. I was stunned and suddenly realized: it was not the ward that felt warm and familiar to me, but my mother's hands.

My mother's hands are soft and warm, soothing the pain in my body and soothing the uneasiness in my heart...