The following is an article about 8 words of a writer's composition in senior three: the most beautiful person, compiled by 51.com for your reference!
beauty is everywhere. Beauty is an abstract art.
it is not only reflected in the beauty of landscape, painting and rhyme. It is also reflected in the beauty of human nature, the beauty of thought and the beauty of kindness. "The most beautiful" is the sublimation of beauty. What is the most beautiful? Some people will ask. I can't answer either. The answer is not the only one. Everyone has the most beautiful in his heart. In my heart, the most beautiful may be ...
I remember that at 2 pm on November 12th, 212, it began to get dark and the wind started to run. Suddenly, the earth began to tremble, as if it were spinning around. In this way, our home is gone and our school is gone. What can we do? There's no hurry, because a pair of hands stretched out to us and a group of people approached us. They were lovely volunteers. They extended their caring hands to help us, and my heart warmed up.
They came here and set up a simple school with tents, where we can listen to them impart knowledge. How nice! One day, the sky was so blue in the morning that there was no white cloud. I was happy to go there. When we arrived, a female volunteer came to give us a lecture, but it seemed that the sky was deliberately playing with us. Soon, the clouds were overcast and it began to rain cats and dogs. As our tent was set up in a low-lying area, all the water rushed in, so our friends had to stand on tables and chairs. The female volunteer asked me to borrow tools such as hoes and shovels from a local family, and braved the rain to dig drainage channels with us. After digging, we went back to the tent, the water began to recede, and we also came down. At this moment, the volunteer came to me, and I didn't know what she was going to do. She took off her coat and put it on for me, saying, "put it on, don't catch cold." My heart suddenly warmed up.
The next day, I came to the tent school early in the morning, expecting to meet the teacher. I waited for a long time, but no one was there. I went to ask another teacher, "Excuse me, where was the volunteer yesterday?" "Who, the one yesterday?" "Well, that's right." "Oh, she has a cold and can't come today." When I heard this sentence, I didn't know what it was like, as if the five-flavor bottle had been knocked over and I was shocked at once. "I have a cold." I whispered, and returned to my seat, as if distracted.
That volunteer is not tall, and her face is not good-looking. She wears short hair, stands in the wind and rain and smiles at me. This may be the most beautiful thing in my heart. Her sweet smile will never be forgotten in my life. 2. Write a narrative composition of 8 words with irony.
Last night, I reached out and touched the straw rope under my pillow, and the blood in my chest flowed all over my body ... Mother! That blue cloth jacket, those agile and diligent hands made the straw into a straw rope-that picture has been with me for more than a dozen spring and autumn, mother, it is a memory that will never fade, and it has been with me year after year ... I still remember that time when you were ill, just when I came home on holiday, my father gave me a handful of change and asked me to buy you some dishes you like.
I walk with my head down in the crowd, with the sadness of the last exam, slowly. In this noisy market, I have no intention to observe the people around me, but only walk sadly ... Occasionally, I look up at the pile of vegetables and look for your favorite dishes. In fact, I never thought about what you like to eat. I just remember that you like to eat my favorite food ... and occasionally I look up, and the old man is tying the food with a straw rope, which is so ripe ... Isn't this the straw rope that my mother has been weaving? Mother, your thin body leans against the door, and your hand jerks the straw into a rope ... Remember that night? It's dark, my father is smoking a stuffy cigarette in the room, and the smoke fills the air. You are still knitting a straw rope outside the door, and the straw will be woven into a straw rope when your hand is jerked.
My heart is heavy, and I can't ask for tuition after school ... Time seems to stay at that moment, and it's terribly quiet, just like my heavy heart. The phrase "Mom, Dad, I can't go" turned several times in my mouth and swallowed it back. Only I know how eager I am to learn, but at home … Mother, your hand is still twisting the straw into a part of the rope.
My father suddenly put out the cigarette and got up and went to the next door. My heart is still heavy. You still weave straw into a straw rope with your hands jerking ... I came to my senses and bought the food you should like in a hurry, and I didn't forget to ask for a straw rope ... Mother, I am the straw rope in your hand, from me to the big one ... Your back knitting straw rope at the door, Shuang Yi's hands jerking. Later, on the way to school, I never forgot to put a straw rope under my pillow. When I saw it, I saw your figure. Your never-ending hands and the bumpy straw rope passed year after year ... You told me what self-improvement is with those hands ... I grew up under your hands, and changed from grass to rope like straw ... Your hands accompanied me through night after night. 3. Write an ironic composition of 1 words
Straw rope in my mother's hand
Just last night, I stretched out my hand and touched the straw rope under my pillow, and my blood flowed all over my body ...
Mother, did you ever know that you were sitting in front of the door knitting straw rope, that blue cloth jacket, and those agile and diligent hands twisted straw rope-that picture accompanied me for more than a dozen times? I walked with my head down in the crowd, with the sadness of the last exam, and walked slowly. In this noisy market, I didn't care to observe the people around me, just walked sadly ... Occasionally, I looked up at the pile of vegetables and looked for your favorite dishes. In fact, I never thought about what you like to eat. I just remember that you like to eat my favorite food ... and occasionally I look up, and the old man is tying the food with a straw rope, which is so ripe ... Isn't this the straw rope that my mother has been weaving? Mother, your thin body is leaning against the door, and your hands are twisting the straw into a rope ...
Remember that night? It's dark, my father is smoking a stuffy cigarette in the room, and the smoke fills the air. You are still knitting a straw rope outside the door, and the straw will be woven into a straw rope when your hand is jerked. My heart is heavy, and I can't ask for the tuition after school ...
Time seems to stay at that moment, and it's terribly quiet, just like my heavy heart. The phrase "Mom, Dad, I can't go" turned several times in my mouth and swallowed it back. Only I know how eager I am to learn, but at home … Mother, your hand is still twisting the straw into a part of the rope. Father suddenly put out the cigarette, got up and went to the next door, and I was still heavy-hearted. You still twisted the straw into a straw rope with your hands ...
I came to my senses, bought the food you should like in a hurry, and didn't forget to ask for a straw rope ...
Mother, I am the straw rope in your hand, from me to the big ... The back of you knitting a straw rope at the door, then
Later, on my way to school, I never forgot to put a straw rope under my pillow. When I saw it, I saw your figure. Your never-ending hands and the bumpy straw rope passed year after year ... You told me with those hands what self-improvement is ...
I grew up under your hands, and changed from grass to rope like straw ... yours. I can't shake Shuang Yi's jerky hand ... 4. Write a composition with irony < P > There are two life teachers in the girls' dormitory of our school. One teacher is thin with long hair and those two thin lips. What he says will definitely make you bow your head.
The most commendable thing about this teacher is that she has a "heart that understands others best". Don't believe it? Then please listen to me slowly. One day, an old man who picked up mineral water bottles came to pick up bottles we didn't want, but the man in the opposite boys' dormitory was teasing him like a monkey.
So, several roommates and I spontaneously organized to help the old man. Not long after we went down, the teacher came.
We ran to the teacher to give advice to boys. But the teacher said loudly, "Who told you to come down? Who asked you to help him? Don't hurry upstairs? " Please listen, everyone.
this is what our teacher said. Although it's a little loud.
but still for us. Don't let us go downstairs, must be afraid that we will always be so impetuous? Don't let us help the old man, must be to let the old man experience the bitterness and joy of making money? Let's think about it. Is our teacher "the most understanding person"?
how considerate! I can't even express my feelings in words. The teacher's words.
I think eight of us will remember it all our lives. Another teacher, she is a "heavyweight"! I think it may be a bean sprout that can keep pace with her. The greatest advantage of our teacher is that the safety of our girls is absolutely no problem.
why? The answer is that she may have practiced taekwondo or something, right? Otherwise, how could she kick the door instead of hands when checking the dormitory? But it was also the teacher who kicked the door with his foot, which let us all know how much the door was kicked! Let's have a look. This is all thanks to our teacher! Let's give the warmest applause to these two teachers with boundless public morality! Applause. 5. Use irony to satirize the composition 12 words
Three little pigs
Once upon a time, there lived a mother pig and her three little pigs in a beautiful forest, and they lived a happy life together.
One day, mother pig said to the piglets, "Now that I am old, I can't raise you any more. You have to find another place to build a house!" " "good!" The little pigs said happily.
Piggy obviously went to the field and saw a lot of straw, so he asked Uncle Niu, who was working, for a comfortable thatched cottage to live in.
Another little pig, Lele, went to the forest. He saw many loggers sawing wood. He asked Uncle Elephant who was sawing wood for a lot of short pieces of wood, and planned to build a beautiful wooden house to live in.
The youngest pig came to the forest in vain, and saw a quarry. Workers were collecting hard stones. It asked Uncle Gorilla for many hard stones to build a hard stone house to live in.
Mingming built a thatched cottage, and it didn't take much effort. Lele built a wooden house, stealing laziness from time to time and building a stone house for nothing, without rest or drinking water, and finally built its house.
a wolf knew that they were going to start their own lives outside, found the smell and knew where the three little pigs built their houses, and decided to start with Lele first.
The wolf went to Mingming's thatched cottage, lit a torch and threw it directly on the thatched cottage. Because the straw was dry, it caught fire at once, and the wolf had a hearty meal. The day after tomorrow, he went to Lele's wooden house again, ready to use the last trick, but he found that the pig's wooden house was all wet, and the ignition was useless at all, so he took out his carefully developed atomic gun, pulled the trigger, and a mass of fireballs exploded into the wooden house. Immediately, the wooden house was blown to pieces, and Lele was eaten by the wolf. All this was seen in vain by the little pig who came to visit Lele. It decided to punish the wolf well.
The wolf came to the pig's white stone house early in the morning, took out an atomic gun, aimed at the pig's house and pulled the trigger. Boom, the gun didn't destroy the pig's stone house, but the wolf didn't get discouraged. He fired one gun after another, but none of them could destroy the stone house. The wolf thought about it and found a big chimney. He climbed onto the roof and got in, but he didn't expect it. The pig specially burned a pot of hot water under the chimney for nothing, and in this way, the wolf was scalded to death. The little pig got his revenge, and he lived happily. 6. Write a composition with irony. Lovely kitten 3 words
There is a kitten in my family. It looks like a gentleman in a white coat.
with pointed ears, round nose, thick thighs and long tail, it looks very cute. Every morning, it opens its sleepy eyes and meows incessantly, as if complaining that it didn't sleep well last night, alas! It must be our naughty little mice again! Look at its lazy appearance, it's funny! However, as long as it smells the smell of its favorite fresh fish, it immediately comes to life, and it can be proud after dinner! Even rhubarb dog, who is at home, will stand by respectfully and listen to it. Otherwise, it will use its killer weapon-Jiuyin Bones Claw, and try its best to catch rhubarb dog.
However, if you are naughty, you will be naughty. No one can match you when you are serious. Every night, it will dutifully stay in places frequented by rats, holding its breath and trying to catch a scourge.
Sometimes, it will play small games with its own trophies. Once, I came down to drink water and saw it playing with a little mouse. It put the mouse down for a while, bit it with its mouth, and sometimes threw it out. When the mouse was ready to escape, it immediately caught up with it, making the mice simply afraid to stay in our house. Oh, no! The kitten embroidered my exercise book with plum blossoms. Take a quick look. 7. the "good" part of the war is to write a composition with irony
"ode" to the war
He has a powerful ability to reverse black and white and play with right and wrong.
He is "great", weak countries are swallowed up by him, powerful countries are his vassals, he has supreme power, and he is the eternal "king"!
He stands proudly at the peak of history, but people have long forgotten his twin brother-peace.
he is war. The burning artillery fire is his eyes, the eyes full of war, burning everything he sees; The putrid smell emitted by the corpse is his exclusive fragrance, and the perfume with far-reaching fragrance of war is sprayed on all his glorious territories; The flags of all countries are his clothes, and the colorful clothes of war dazzle all eyes staring at him ... < P > Ah, war, I "sing" you! All mankind falls at your knees; All the ruling classes put down their arrogance and stood back for you; At ordinary times, the swaggering general and second lieutenant personally brought water to wash your feet, and washed your feet like a maid ... You live so comfortably, but people dare not envy you, which is all caused by supreme power!
ah, war, I "praise" you! How vast your territory is and how beautiful your princess is! With those princesses who smell charming carrion, you set foot on the gorgeous world where laughter and flowers are gone, drinking refreshing bloody wine, eating braised human flesh with juicy meat, singing poems and painting. How warm this scene is, people are shivering and hiding, which is all caused by the majesty of dominating the world!
ah, war, I "praise" you! you