In your study and work, you haven't come into contact with or read classic prose, have you? Essay is a kind of prose, which is not limited by genre and can be flexible and eclectic. Want to learn to write a composition? The following is my composition for senior one, for your reference only. I hope I can help you.
The first composition 1 Sweeping the fallen leaves is the early autumn of a year, and it is still like the vicissitudes of the old man's face, crawling with the rings of the years. The sun hid in the clouds early, and people who had been busy all day quietly fell asleep. Only I ... enjoy the taste of autumn alone.
Putting my head out of the window, the cold moonlight swept my face, stepped through the narrow path and walked through thousands of households. Everything is so quiet and peaceful, which makes people feel cold. The corner is dark, overlooking the path in the moonlight, thinking of old friends and thinking of myself. ...
Looking back, it was a familiar face and the roommates fell asleep comfortably. Maybe they are all dreaming beautiful and happy dreams, so sweet ... I feel helpless, sad and lonely ... Pushing open the doors and windows, so cool! Let the autumn wind blow his face, let his thoughts disturb the brain center, let time pass before his eyes, think of his lost old friend, and feel uncertain about the future road. An old friend said, remember our colorful fairy tale world? On the distant horizon, a leaf of friendship is falling. Take the tree as evidence and engrave our names. Next autumn is our lucky day. May we be happy first. Another autumn, I came to my teacher's side and completely changed my lazy self, new environment and new friends. May I be happy first.
Unconsciously, the bell rang, and the bell of 12: 00 was another night of rest. The dreamer has colorful fairy tales, and the pro-teachers of Nuoda feel confused and stressed. Perhaps only in this way can we hone ourselves, improve ourselves and work hard for ourselves, until the strong have their own hands, go forward bravely and can't suppress any difficulties. ...
In the world of fantasy fairy tales, maple leaves are rustling and still lingering in the old place of the city, reminding us of our happy leaves. Tomorrow is still brilliant and it is a new starting point. Worry-worry, forget all this and race with the sun.
Leaves floating in the starry sky, took my heart, stepped fast, bravely pursued, life never stopped, worked hard, and my heart would fly.
Composition 2 of the first day of junior high school, the summer that condensed all the dreams of twelve years old, accompanied by the blessing of thirteen years old, I crossed the original high threshold, but fell into deep loss. I left my parents' arms, and every day I hurried through the campus alone, repeating a bleak life, and sometimes I felt a kind of unspeakable sadness and melancholy.
At that time, prose was my only sustenance. Lonely hearts are eager to talk and understand. Therefore, write prose with your heart, and integrate all the loss and sadness between the lines. With such a vague expectation, I just hope that the pessimistic mind can be read by another person, and the composition will be sent down. I quickly opened it, and there was a beautiful running script on it: I hope you succeed, and I hope you are not too tired.
From then on, I fell in love with writing prose, because what I handed in was a heavy and relaxed mood, and that sentence was always filled with happy comments and turned into a helpless sky. I fell in love with writing prose. From then on, I had someone to talk to, hope to wait, and happiness to be understood. As the days passed, I was no longer depressed or desperate. As the days of writing a composition go by, the distance between teachers and students is getting closer every day.
The days passed quietly in layers of books and papers, and the exam came. Although I worked hard, I was defeated. ...
Although I can tell my pain through essays every week, I still can't help it ... There are still a few tears of pain and bitterness in my life. ...
Those days when they are going to be strong, when the wind and rain hit, comfort themselves that the rain has cleared up; When your patronage fails, sing to yourself that your heart is there and your dream is there; In those days when I was strong, I regarded the storm as a sign before the rainbow came, the night as a sign of dawn, failure as a wealth of life, and pain as an adjustment of life; In those days when she was strong, her words always echoed in her ears. Her words showed me the direction of the trek, and I have no reason not to work hard, even if I share joys and sorrows. Yes, if I give up on myself, I'm sorry for anyone.
There is a shadow in front because there is sunshine behind.
Rough road to sing; Find a partner on the lonely road and walk together.
The book that has been dusty for a long time is stained with some dust. The pages blown by the wind are turned page by page, with that unique factor. Give off a rotten smell. I just leaned against that wall, sat there quietly, closed my eyes and thought about good memories, and had no other thoughts.
that's it ...
Looking at our childhood memories from a distance. Naughty, we were so excited that we broke someone else's window while playing football. I ran away for fear of being scolded. Only later did I find out. Happy, we agreed where to go camping every weekend. Discuss how to distribute food and when to play games ... Now, we have to study hard and work hard. The pressure of study makes us have little time to communicate and play. Besides, we've all changed. It became that the other party did not recognize themselves.
Alas, there is too much sadness. Uncontrollable acceptance. And these factors also make us feel that our friendship is less. A little more diaphragm. It also makes us more and more careless about each other. Dare not approach, or don't want to approach? Or, can't you get close?
We humans are different from immortals, and we know secular desires. Will understand feelings, will use feelings, and will betray feelings.
In this world that belongs to us, how many people have been depressed and sad? How many people gave up everything for whom?
Stumbling will only make us stronger. Injury will only become our brave ladder.
Work hard towards your dreams!
This week is the first week of school.
With a little nervousness and curiosity, I stepped into a middle school and a strange environment.
"Middle school is really a primary school, which is very different." This is my feeling since I entered junior high school for a few days. Class time is more, 45 minutes a section; There is less break time, only 8 minutes (preparing for the bell); More homework, not just a little more, but a lot.
There are many fixed classes, and if you don't do them quickly between classes, it seems that you can't finish them. There is a famous saying that "time is squeezed out", but in my opinion, time seems to be a squeezed sponge, and no matter how crowded it is, it can't be squeezed out.
My discomfort with middle school should remind me of my primary school life. At that time, I naively thought that there was no homework, and it was estimated that there was not much in junior high school. But now it seems that I was really thinking too simply. Looking back on primary school, it was really free and relaxed at that time. However, as Mr. Tan, who teaches history, said, the past has become history. Life in primary school is beautiful, but it is also worth remembering in our hearts occasionally. But taste is enough, you can't be persistent. People should move forward, look forward, not be satisfied with the status quo, but with what they have now.
Although I haven't fully adapted to junior high school, I will never get involved. I can't try to adapt to life in middle school, instead of expecting middle school to adapt to me.
A new beginning.
There is nothing wrong with composition 5 of junior one. I didn't expect to see the composition written a year ago from my notebook. I was very surprised. After a year, I look back on the past years again and feel tears in my eyes-swallows are still singing, flowers are blooming and trees are blooming. However, the footsteps of autumn are getting closer and closer, which makes people feel deeply. At this time, it is still a dark plain, which makes people feel quiet and serene, but this kind of scenery will not last long, and the bell will ring in the next season. Is this life forward? I remember when I was a child, I collected nameless wild flowers and dog tail grass by a clean river in summer.
How free and happy I am to knit rabbits, then everything will be fixed in the past and never return. Now I remember it vividly. It seems that everything is still yesterday. I feel a little sad when I think about it. The progress of history is devouring my time and life. With the coming of autumn, I will enter my eighth grade career. I still can't bear to part with the seventh grade and all the past days. I neglected childhood to childhood because I was too young to know anything. I also ignore childhood to adolescence, and may feel a little tied down. From adolescence to adolescence, I also walked in ignorance, and youth has waved to me not far away, so I feel a little dangerous. The past can never come back, just like a river flowing eastward to the sea. Children are rushing to Huang Die, flying kites in the east wind and learning to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees. Now it's all jokes, past, past, and so on.
When I was young, I was relaxed and free, but now I am heavily in debt. This debt is the so-called study, and there is no derogatory meaning here. On the contrary, everything has changed, and the fast pace has occupied my life. Immersed in the knowledge of curriculum standards all day, there is almost no time to learn some extracurricular knowledge. When can I make my mind dream?
Now, I just hope that all my days will be full, slow, free and hard, and I just hope that I don't always regret it. The days are running and jumping. I can only live in school day after day. Here I can absorb the dew of knowledge, soar the sky of thinking, open the treasure house of wisdom and explore the unknown world. This is the life I should have and the way I should go.
The seventh grade has passed, and the eighth grade is about to pass. I just want to live a full life without regrets. I'm waiting for the poplar leaves to fall, for the snow to fall, and for next year's flowers!
If I see you standing in the rain and soaking wet, Xuexuan will open a rain-free and pure sky above you.
If I see you standing on a tall building, I will despair. Xuexuan will give you a hug and tell you that Xuexuan is still around to protect you. If the night is already deep, but you are still staying up late, Xuexuan will arrogantly tell you that staying up late is not good and you should rest early.
If you are lovelorn and cry in a big mess, Xuexuan will hug you tightly and tell you that "I will be your knight in the future".
If the weather turns cold, Xuexuan will remind you to wear more clothes, keep warm and don't always blow.
If you are sick, but willfully don't want to take medicine, Xuexuan will patiently coax you again and again.
If you say you are an angel from heaven, Xuexuan will help you realize all your wishes and make you happy.
If you are a flower with the entrance to hell on the other side of the world, Xuexuan is willing to be your green leaf and protect you forever.
If you are a rose with thorns, Xuexuan will hold you in the palm of your hand and imprint it on your heart, even if you are black and blue.
If you are used to being strong and pretending, Xuexuan will unload your disguised strength and hug you in her arms for you to rely on.
If you travel alone, Xuexuan will tell you again and again, take enough necessities and be careful when you are alone.
If you are tired of being strong and pretending, Xuexuan will give you a hug, and then forcibly throw away all your pretending and being strong.
If you are afraid and want to retreat, Xuexuan will hold your hand and walk bravely with you.
If you degenerate, Xuexuan will definitely pull you back.
If you are not gentle, smart, virtuous, diligent and lovable, it doesn't matter. Xuexuan will be your knight and will spoil you for generations.
if ...
Shang Ning-
Alone, very good.
Better have company.
Composition 7 of the first grade seems to fly!
In a blink of an eye, the semester passed in a hurry. Perhaps there is only a faint breeze and a faint sadness, but paradoxically, my heart is somewhat happy after all.
After all, junior high school is junior high school. Unlike elementary school, it has long been said that entering junior high school means going to hell. I don't know how true this sentence is, but I always feel a little exaggerated, just like people say, "I eat more salt than you eat, and I drink more vinegar than you drink water." ..... boring! All my thoughts. Life is still like this, and books are still read! Alarmist fallacies and heresies!
Thinking of this, I have to take a look at hateful mathematics. It is not appropriate to use the word "hateful"! But I can't find a better word to describe it, because it's really disgusting, and I think I'm driven crazy by it.
I want to give up math, otherwise I can't find another life. But some people say that mathematics can't be abandoned ... I retort, but he says it can be proved by the reaction of Newton's second law BA(OH)2 and H2SO4! I can't argue!
I want to change my English name to CICI, because where there is math, there is no sunshine. I want to be CICI jelly, soft but tough, not ice cream-it will cry because of the hot weather.
I'm crazy about math.
China football coach Milu said he would play happy football. Some people advocate happy mathematics, and we should regard learning mathematics as a game … a game!
In the game, I was stabbed by it, a terrible knife. It hurt my eyes and I lost my way. I groped in the dark. I met geometry again, and the situation was a little better, but I was far from happy. The exam is like a battlefield. I sent troops south and I lost!
Stop playing, I can't afford to lose!
Composition 8 in Grade One suddenly reminds me of my childhood. In this season, let mother buy herself a beautiful kite. Then run in the green wheat field. When I am exhausted, I always go home. When you grow up. Now I don't always want to go home! When I am tired, I always like to keep quiet. Then late at night. Walking alone in an empty street. Blown by the night wind. Arrange yourself to eat every day. Let yourself no longer have the strength to think about other things besides work. Maybe it's the only way. Only in this way can I feel that I am not the only one in this world!
Walking in the street that day. I feel a sense of emptiness. How long has it been since I felt this way? I don't even remember myself! I don't know when I started, but I learned to think quietly. Those carefree days may be gone forever! Standing there thinking for a long time. I just worked hard until the end and never remembered when I was happy.
Live a repetitive life every day. Listen to the repeated songs. Doing the same thing. It seems that my world is really simple. It is so simple that only a few words can be used to describe it. And this year will continue this monotony. Even for life. Now I don't have the strength to plan tomorrow. How to spend the day after tomorrow? Because there are only so many plans! I always feel sad. The shadow under the dim street lamp will be longer and shorter. But how to change it is a sad posture. I will never forget it in my life. I don't remember who said that. Accustomed to sadness. It will no longer be sad! Just ... why did it take so long? My heart is the same as before! ? Are you too persistent? Goodbye. I have been looking for it. I'm looking for a relaxed posture to describe this past. My heart is tired. But it kept beating at that stubborn speed. Never tired.
When you are alone at night. Write what used to be quiet on paper. Write the words together. Write down those happiness and sweetness. Write down the subsequent heartbreak. Then sit on the balcony. Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window. Keep quiet. I once thought about holding someone's hand. Her palms are a little wet. Gentle eyes staring at me. Lean in my arms and grow old with her. If you can do it. Maybe it's a kind of happiness. Everyone lives his own life. Love the person you love. Loved once. It doesn't matter now. Even in the same small city. Never met again. At a certain time of the day. Walking on the same street. When you never see each other again. First, sigh. Later, I was helpless. If we are lucky enough to meet again in our dreams. Then don't say hello. Because eventually, eventually. I'm still alone. Lonely dusk. Accustomed to walking quietly alone. Just get used to it. Those happy loneliness.
This afternoon, it seems that nothing happened, so I was eating peanuts. Peanuts can actually kill time, and eating peanuts when you are bored can really be a lot easier. For example, people always like to eat popcorn when watching movies. When I am bored or watching TV, I always like to eat melon seeds, peanuts or tea. I think everything is useful for time. Moreover, whenever I eat sunflower seeds, or calm down and drink tea slowly. I will feel really happy at this moment! Because, as long as you do something like this, there will be nothing at that time. In fact, food will also have a certain impact on people. I mean, emotional influence. Just like tonight, grandma made us eat pigs! When we are eating pig's head meat and drinking boiled water in the kitchen, we are also full of happiness.
Just like the kind of happiness that everyone gets together for dinner in the New Year!
Composition 10 since the first day holiday, it has been drizzling every day, and it has finally cleared up today. I am very happy to see such fine weather. At the same time, today is the day for our high school classmates to get together.
In the morning, after breakfast, I left home early and walked towards our alma mater. I was full of thoughts along the way, imagining the changes of my classmates, imagining what would happen after meeting them, and so on. Time passed unconsciously and finally came to our alma mater. As soon as I entered the campus, the previous scene was vivid and I suddenly felt a sense of intimacy. At the same time, I found that great changes have taken place in our alma mater. First of all, the teaching building was put on new clothes and painted, then the canteen changed and the library was completed, all of which appeared after we left. Walking on the boulevard, on campus, and carefully recalling the previous study and life, it really has a different taste. At this time, I saw several students walking on the path. They are in a hurry, and now time is too precious for them. Along the tree-lined path, I came to our meeting place-the classroom where I used to study. At this time, several students have arrived. I stepped forward and shouted their names. At this time, there was naturally a greeting, and everyone's face was full of surprises. Next, in the laughter of everyone, the students came one after another. After exchanging pleasantries, we walked towards our next destination-the teacher's house. Our head teacher is still as humorous as then. The next time is for everyone to have dinner and have fun ...
The day ended in laughter. What a wonderful reunion!
A friend once asked me why I didn't see you sad. But your diary is always so sad?
I've thought about this question for a long time, but I still can't find the answer. In fact, everyone who lives in this world is very sad and never shows his sad side to others. What if they did? That will only make people feel pity, and I don't want people to feel pity, thinking it is pity. I would rather give up everything for my own face and selfishness. How long does a person have to walk, how long does a person have to walk? At this moment, sitting in front of the computer, listening to my roommate's even voice, while I am writing my own article alone. Sometimes you can't even say that you like writing and write about your feelings, because you are a wage earner with nothing. But I just like this feeling. It's really unique and peaceful. But how long can I have this feeling? Time goes by, and what I don't want to lose slowly disappears with time. Try, try again, believe me. Write down your past in every journal or diary, including joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. Tell yourself gently that you are great. I raised my hand and slowly grasped everything that life gave me. I don't want to wait until I lose it before I get that heartfelt regret. I turned on the stereo, turned it up to the maximum and played a Hugh song. I haven't heard this song for a long time. Every time I hear this song, I have a different feeling.
I have always loved to write sad articles, in fact, I have also written a little about my own life. I feel very sad when I write, and then tears slowly flow down, and I stop writing and sigh deeply. When have I ever given up waiting for a beautiful day?
Crying or laughing today will not affect the pace of life. After so many years, it is not easy to walk alone and think about it. When I was in a bad mood that day, it was a little difficult to find someone to talk to, such as tonight. The most loyal friend is the inferior cigarette on the table, which can bring me a little peace of mind, just a little.
It's late at night and I'm still not sleepy. I don't know if it's because … maybe, as Long commented on me today: I am a progressive youth on the whole, easy to get emotional, with low emotional intelligence, and always like to cover up my affectionate inner world with silly smiles.
The long-awaited winter vacation has finally arrived.
When I got home, I threw away my schoolbag. I thought I could be chic. Unexpectedly, it rained for several days, so I couldn't go anywhere. Had to, darling nest in the room, watching my father play landlords and my mother play stars, but I can't play anything, I can only watch them eagerly.
At this point, I can only regret why I tried my best to finish winter vacation homework at school. Now, I feel bored and want to do my homework, but I find there is no extra homework for me to write. Seeing my parents playing so hard, I glared at them and ran into my bedroom.
It's really hard to be idle, so I take out all the sundries in primary school, look at the diaries I wrote before, look at the notes I made before, and sometimes I can see my paintings of desertion in class in books. I thought it was interesting at first. However, the more times I watched it, the more bored I became.
No way, I can only secretly pray there, praying that it will clear up soon, so that I can go out and be chic. Finally, God has eyes. Today, I finally saw the long-lost sunshine. There are many plans in rainy days. With the arrival of sunshine, my mind is full, and I don't know which one to realize first.
Looking at the burning sun, I made a quick and effective decision to enjoy the sun-sitting in a rocking chair to bask in the sun. As soon as I sat down, some friends came out. A few people put a rocking chair together, closed their eyes, basked in the sun and chatted, and finally felt their own winter vacation.
It turns out that the boring winter vacation will make people eager to go to school!
I want to be a cheerful stream, flowing through the roots and grass.
Continue to live with a smile, but as the college entrance examination approaches day by day, I can't help showing a trace of irritability. I roll up a few strands of hair from time to time and repair and repeat those things with a slight light every night. The moon seems very low, just like my mood. I can hardly hold a few pieces of Wei Yun, and the moonlight is endless, revealing a few pieces of light in my little bed.
Spring is coming, I open the door, holding a toothbrush and toothpaste. Under the dim light, I hear the sound of cables in the distance, just like the silence in the morning, and turn off the tap. Looking up at the light in the dormitory is still on, I feel no pain at all. Grasping the railing, I always want to put my toes on, open my fingers and look up at the 45-degree starry sky. The starry sky at night is strange It always winks at you. Whether you like it or not, it is such a child that you can't blame or hurt.
Maybe there is something wrong with the school drainage system. At night, the water overflowed and quickly flowed to my feet in slippers. I thought, "Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, it dives into the night with the wind." I burst into laughter. I want you to come to me with a hose. Roommates took photos downstairs with desk lamps and said inexplicably, "Director, are you crazy?" Are you out of your mind? )"。 Hurriedly beckoned, indicating that he was not crazy, fled the scene at a speed of 100 meters and ran to the health management office to report the case.
The best part is that I was soaked to the skin that night, and the plumber was repairing the water pipe, and I was involved. The plumber held the floodlight and popped up a few thunderous words from time to time: "But now I still remember that night, that storm. I wonder how many flowers were broken. I think you drowned a lot." Go back quickly and don't make trouble here. " Still that smile. I broke the water pipe when I first came in last winter. There was no hot bath in the dormitory at that time. I think he also repaired it overnight in the cold wind. "Moistening things silently" is such a person. ...
The story of spring is in progress, and unforgettable events and those fleeting years reveal a little warmth. With the migration of things, never ignore them and cherish them forever.
Spring has come, everything is beautiful, I am in the center!
The first grade composition 14 was once precious to me, and how much I longed for a bosom friend. How carefree and happy it is to swim in the ocean of poetry with friends, enjoy fragrant teas and talk all night! How beautiful and yearning a bosom friend is for me. Getting a bosom friend is the greatest wish in this life. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there was an era of "Yu Boya mountains and rivers searching for bosom friends". After Zhong Ziqi died, I longed for the spirit that Yu Boya would never play the piano again. I admire Guan Zhong and Bao Shu for their tolerance. I am deeply impressed by the sincerity of Zhuangzi and Keiko. How precious is the feeling between the ancients and their bosom friends that "only those who know each other love each other for a long time". I hope my bosom friend can have a heart-to-heart talk with me, talk about the love and hate in this world, talk about the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and have tea with me like Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng. A confidante In this life, I want to talk to you about my feelings and taste the cold. Get a bosom friend and never give up!
In the journey of life, there is always an impulse to go back and start over. However, looking back on the road all the time, the scenery of people we used to know has changed, so we have to freeze the past in our minds and move on.
When people are tired, it is especially easy to immerse themselves in memories. When they think about their happiness and sadness, and then think about their life today, they can't help but wonder if their original choice was wrong. If I had chosen another road before the fork in my life, would I be better off now? What would have happened if I hadn't given up gritting my teeth and stuck to it? A feeling of regret is coming to my mind. I really want to go back to the past, to the fork in the road, to make a new choice, and then I can live a completely different life from now.
But life can't be repeated, and lost time can't be repeated. Looking at it from another angle, even if time can be rewound and you choose another road again, you can ensure that all roads lead to the same goal. Can you be sure that it is not a worse choice? In fact, when I made a choice at that time, I also thought twice and made the best choice, even though that choice might not be what I wanted. Now I have made a choice, and I have been on this road for such a long time. I regret not only whether I decided to make a difficult choice at that time, but also failed myself who has been working hard.
Try to freeze the past, hide it in the corner of my heart, and move forward firmly along the chosen road. Maybe now is the most difficult time. Stick to it for a while, and there will always be an end. When all the dust settles, looking back at those frozen pictures, you will find that the once haze has dissipated, leaving only a faint nostalgia.