2006- National Full Score High Score New Composition - Gaokao Express (Brand Version)

Author: Jia Ling / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
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Next life, I will still be your daughter.
Eighteen years ago, on a midsummer night, I came with a loud cry. You said, "This is a lucky beginning." In your grip, I took my first steps; in your guidance, I learned to speak; in your expectations, I entered school; in your meticulous care, I grew step by step.
Thank you for giving me life, even though I was born into a poor family. Mom, how could I forget the last time I came home from school and whispered to you, "Mom, I haven’t eaten watermelon in so many years. I want to eat watermelon." I looked at you with anxiety. You were silent, sighed, and walked into the kitchen. I hated myself for making such an unreasonable request. My father passed away young, and you alone, with your frail body, guarded the two acres of thin land left by him. At that moment, I truly hated myself for being so cruel—how could I add more pressure to my mother?
But the next day, when I woke up, I saw you returning from the market, carrying a small watermelon on your shoulder and some fresh green vegetables in your basket. Mom went into the kitchen to prepare the day’s meals, and I suddenly felt an urge to cry. After a while, you called me for dinner. Sitting at that simple Eight Immortals table, I clearly noticed that the dishes were much richer than before, and there was even a bright red watermelon that made my mouth water. Mom said, "Your kid is taking the college entrance exam, so I added some dishes. Eat quickly." I hastily ate some food and reached for a piece of watermelon, happily devouring it. I said, "Mom, you should eat too." You said, "I’ve never liked this since I was a child; it’ll make my stomach uncomfortable. You eat quickly." So, I ate all the watermelon with ease.
I went back to my room to pack things for school, and Mom cleaned up the dishes. Later, I suddenly remembered to tell Mom I was going for a check-up and went to the kitchen to find her. But clearly, my mother was facing away from me, gnawing on the rind of the watermelon I had left. At that moment, I didn’t know what to say to my mother! Fortunately, she didn’t turn back, and I rushed back to my room, crying under the blanket for a long time. Mom, she gave me everything she could, and I can only repay her with my studies.
But during a crucial mock exam before the college entrance exam, I did terribly. Dragging my heavy steps home, I saw, far away, my mother’s bent back waiting for me at the village entrance under the dim twilight. At that moment, I had an urge to turn back, but I couldn’t. On the way home with my mother, my heart ached—how could I tell her about my failure?
When we got home, I lowered my head and told Mom I had failed the exam. Mom looked at me for a long time, then gently hugged me with her withered hands, saying, "You’ll do better next time." With a mother like this, what does being poor matter? She loves me, cares for me, believes in me, and gives me a fulfilling growth process filled with love. What Mom has given me is already too much.
Today, I am sitting in the exam hall. I know there will be a good outcome. I will keep working hard.
In the end, I want to tell Mom: "Next life, I will still be your daughter!"
【Review】Only true emotion can move people. Skillfully using details to convey emotion. The deep groundwork, careful, and meticulous description completely won the readers’ hearts, earning widespread recognition and becoming a masterpiece that circulated in "Touching China" in 2005. P27