Composition of Mudanjiang Beishan (multi-metaphor)

The flower season passes through the flowers like horseshoes, leaving a string of beautiful echoes, opening your heart and finding that youth is coming. Youth is coming. At that time, I no longer knew nothing about the world. I put on a shirt with gardenia flowers, and the corners of my clothes are slightly blooming and swaying in the sun. Youth is coming, and I am a little more indifferent to Tao Qian's "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge", which holds up my dream; Youth is coming, and I am "time is easy to throw people, cherries are red, bananas are green." That is our unique sensitivity, unique melancholy. When frustrated, he even compared himself to "people are thinner than yellow flowers" proposed by Li Qingzhao; When the pride is overflowing, I dare to let go of the unruly words of "the sword sweeps the world and sweeps the Liuhe". Sentimental, bright and heroic, indicates that youth is coming gorgeously. Youth is coming, and I am no longer stepping on the red chamber and watching Baodi bury flowers; I stopped tasting the Three Kingdoms and fell in love with Mr. Zhuge's feather fan and black silk scarf. I squatted quietly in front of the window, and a ray of warm sun brushed my face, watching Jing M.Guo's "The Summer of Solstice has not yet arrived" and feeling the pain and sadness of youth; After reading the sadness of Han Han's Triple Door, I found myself caught in the dilemma of Triple Door. I know it is youth, so I don't care which beautiful chapters I shed tears; I knew it was youth, so I began to envy the people in Shili Yangchang: Zhang Ailing's love, Lin's talent; Off the leisure. Youth comes, the wind blows, wrinkles a pool of spring water, leaving a small throb in my heart. When youth came, I successfully broke away from childishness and put on a mature flowered skirt. I succeeded in replacing the dull baby voice with a low and steady voice. Youth came, and I began to pay attention to Jimmy's cartoons. Those mature or calm colors always catch my eye. It seems that overnight, I changed from a sunflower written by Van Gogh to a child written by Jimmy. The coming of youth has brought us countless possibilities. I grabbed the rope of "struggle" and tried to climb up. When youth comes, I also open my heart, absorb spring flowers, and wait for the reincarnation of the four seasons. Youth is incomplete without vagrancy and struggle. Are you depressed? Do you look at the distance firmly? The same time, the same flower-like dream, don't refuse, that is youth. 2, 20 10 high school entrance examination full score composition Hebei youth came to comment: This is the first composition we have seen in Hebei Province, and the 20 10 high school entrance examination full score composition. One of the reasons why this composition can get full marks is that the surface of the paper is particularly clear, and it is said that the author's handwriting is very beautiful-this is what we have repeatedly stressed that candidates should pay attention to. The second reason is that the guy in the composition has unique insights and experiences about the stories and characters in the book. The third is that the author's language is flexible and vivid, and his language skills are solid. There are only a few hundred words in the composition, involving poems, citing the poems of Tao Yuanming, Li Qingzhao, Han Han's Triple Door, Jimmy's cartoon, Van Gogh's Sunflower, Zhang Ailing and Lin Heguan, as well as the classic Romance of the Three Kingdoms and A Dream of Red Mansions. And there is no sign of showing off, so it is not easy to get full marks. The flower season passes through the flowers like horseshoes, leaving a string of beautiful echoes, opening your heart and finding that youth is coming. Youth is coming. At that time, I no longer knew nothing about the world. I put on a shirt with gardenia flowers, and the corners of my clothes are slightly blooming and swaying in the sun. Youth is coming, and I am a little more indifferent to Tao Qian's "Picking Chrysanthemums under the Hedgerow", which holds up my dream; Youth is coming, and I am "time is easy to throw people, cherries are red, bananas are green." That is our unique sensitivity, unique melancholy. When frustrated, he even compared himself to "people are thinner than yellow flowers" proposed by Li Qingzhao; When the pride is overflowing, I dare to let go of the unruly words of "the sword sweeps the world and sweeps the Liuhe". Sentimental, bright and easy to sell, indicates the arrival of youthful splendor. Youth is coming, and I am no longer stepping on the red chamber and watching Baodi bury flowers; I stopped tasting the Three Kingdoms and fell in love with Mr. Zhuge's feather fan and black silk scarf. I squatted quietly in front of the window, and a ray of warm sun brushed my face, watching Jing M.Guo's "The Summer of Solstice has not yet arrived" and feeling the pain and sadness of youth; After reading the sadness of Han Han's Triple Door, I found myself caught in the dilemma of Triple Door. I know it is youth, so I don't care which beautiful chapters I shed tears; I knew it was youth, so I began to envy the people in Shili Yangchang: Zhang Ailing's love, Lin's talent; Off the leisure. Youth comes, the wind blows, wrinkles a pool of spring water, leaving a small throb in my heart. When youth came, I successfully broke away from childishness and put on a mature flowered skirt. I succeeded in replacing the dull baby voice with a low and steady voice. Youth came, and I began to pay attention to Jimmy's cartoons. Those mature or calm colors always catch my eye. It seems that overnight, I changed from a sunflower written by Van Gogh to a child written by Jimmy. The coming of youth has brought us countless possibilities. I grabbed the rope of "struggle" and tried to climb up. When youth comes, I also open my heart, absorb spring flowers, and wait for the reincarnation of the four seasons. Youth is incomplete without vagrancy and struggle. Did the recommendation of the composition review network disappoint you? Do you look at the distance firmly? At the same time, the same flower-like dream, don't refuse, it is youth. Here I am, 20 10 excellent composition for the senior high school entrance examination in Hebei province. This is an excellent composition of the 20 10 senior high school entrance examination in Hebei province. The final score of this composition is 48 points. Reading this composition, it seems that a stream appears in front of people. It is moving forward towards its own goals and is not afraid of difficulties and obstacles. This spirit is shocking! This article can get a high score, and the choice of angle is the highlight. From a specific point of view, the author expresses a spirit and gives people a feeling of high spirits. Angle determines vision, students, sometimes choosing a special angle can make your article novel. Life is like a trickle, born in spring, flowing gently in the years, flowing through winding mountain roads, and finally merging into the sea, surging with brilliant waves. I am a flowing river, struggling to move forward between narrow banks. This narrow river is so crowded that I can't breathe. The sand in the water is destroying my body, but I won't give up. I will work hard for my goal! After enduring countless pains, I suddenly became relaxed. Open my eyes, the bright sunshine warms me, and the open world around me brightens my eyes. I finally changed from a trickle to a river. The clear river is sparkling and continues to flow forward in the breeze. I said to myself, "Sea, I'm coming." I am a flowing river, rushing forward in the abrupt rocks. The rock next to me is at an acute angle. I was immediately frightened and my pace of progress slowed down. Will I stop moving forward? No way! I was full of courage again and ran into the sharp rock. I let them cut my body open and let the spray break into small bubbles on them. I won't give in! In a flash, everything was quiet, and those stones were left behind by me. In front of me, I was greeted by clusters of bright wild flowers and clusters of green grass. Fragrant flowers waft away and delight my sense of smell. I said to myself in my heart, "sea, I'm coming." I am the river that has been flowing, courageously moving forward in the winding valley. Bend after bend, my body twisted in the winding canyon, sometimes touching the hard shore, and sometimes touching the blocked tree. After so many setbacks and difficulties, I am no longer weak. Now I am full of strength and fighting spirit! I broke through all difficulties and obstacles. There is a huge rock in front of me. I never even thought about it. I rushed forward regardless! I experienced the feeling of flying in the air, and then the sound of falling into the water. I looked intently: Ah! What a vast world! Sea water, blue sky and white clouds, everything is so beautiful! Grey seagulls are flying overhead, as if celebrating my success. Looking at the blue water, I suddenly rolled up a huge spray and shouted, "Sea, I'm here at last!" " "20 10 Excellent Composition Selection of Hebei Senior High School Entrance Examination: The composition" The Senior High School Entrance Examination is Coming "scored 47 points. The inspiration of this composition is that small topics are easier to write brilliantly than big events. Although we find that many important events happen every day, everything has something to write about, such as earthquake, drought, flood, World Expo and so on. But these topics are too big to master. In fact, a drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and small themes are often easier to grasp. A very small thing, but the author wrote so detailed, concrete and touching! There seems to be an image of the persistent little snail in front of my eyes. This is the beauty of seeing the big from the small! Introducing our word "walking" is also a trivial matter, but it reveals a big theme. Little things in life abound. Make your eyes sharp and your mind delicate, your words will be vivid and your articles will be profound. It is dusk, and the dim sunshine shines on the windowsill of the campus, covering me through the window. It's just that the mid-term exam is coming, and I'm worried about learning boring. In my spare time, I only saw a snail crawling out of the window sill. The mucus secreted behind it witnessed its trail, and I couldn't help but feel a little admiration for this young life. I am like a little snail, crawling slowly on the way to study. I know that there will be more and more hateful stumbling blocks, and even friends around me will find it difficult to help me. I have only one belief, a belief to overcome everything and meet the senior high school entrance examination. Snails are crawling, and their slow movements remind people of the hardships of progress. I can't help wanting to help it. But the idea was rejected as soon as it appeared. Yes, what's the point of success without suffering? Immersed in the ocean of problems, I want to give my pen a rest, but I refuse to put it down. In my spare time, I will think of a mountain of homework. I can't help feeling depressed at the thought of living at two o'clock and one line. I only blame myself for being too stupid to copy others' homework. Every time the idea flashed, it disappeared at last. Yes, I want grades, knowledge, not answers on paper. The golden sunshine still covers the windowsill. The sunshine is softer and calmer. The little snail continued to walk to the roof. I can hardly see the dot, but I know it will definitely reach the roof. Because it also has a persistent belief. The middle school entrance examination is coming, and my future seems very clear. Snails, like me, have been struggling. I am like a snail, working hard for a small dream. The senior high school entrance examination is coming, and the snail told me that only by taking every step in a down-to-earth manner can the future shine with charm. Here are two excellent compositions recommended for the 20 10 senior high school entrance examination in Hebei province. One is called "Pressure is coming" and the other is called "Camellia is coming". These two combinations explain the combination requirements well. But it's almost perfect. According to our understanding, the first composition is lost in "showing off", and the author's words are somewhat flashy and have no substantive connotation. The problem with the second composition is "point". The composition is about camellia, but in the end it turns to its fragrance. The author's ideas should be rearranged. Appreciation of the original text: Is it that the wind is too sad and the white clouds are tearful when the pressure comes? Are the raindrops too violent to kill the leaves? Is it too much pressure that makes me breathless ... life in grade three is too heavy. I live in the world of "Who cares" and ABC every day. There is no such thing as "flying fireflies with small fans, lying and watching morning glory and Vega". Faced with the ardent hopes of my parents and teachers, I am burdened with thousands of pressures, and the pressure is "to live and work in peace" on me. But ... I'm not afraid when the pressure comes, because I know there will always be pressure in the long road of life Only under pressure can fish swim in the sea, withstand the baptism of stormy waves and have the beautiful legend of diving into Longmen; Only when the eagle is under pressure can it soar in the blue sky and endure the tempering of the wind knife and frost sword to be heroic; Only when you are under pressure can you gallop in the examination room and stand the test of the examination paper, and you will have a brilliant life. The pressure is coming, I'm not afraid. Because I know that in the face of pressure, I will go out to sea and close my sails, so I won't feel the grandeur of the sea; In the face of pressure, you will climb very high and stop, so that you can't see the scenery on the top of the mountain. In the face of pressure, if you peep at life and are timid, you will not realize the beauty of life. The pressure is coming, and I won't run away. Because many famous people in the world have been with me: Qin Shihuang ruled the country because of the threat of the six great powers. Astronauts successfully flew because of the world environment and the hope and pressure of hundreds of millions of people ... an apple made Newton attract the whole world; A pot of boiling water made Watt turn the world. I believe that as long as we treat pressure correctly and work hard, then pressure will make us have a different world. There are two sides to learning pressure, sharing weal and woe, success and failure. In the face of pressure, desert and yellow sand will always cover the sky. What's wrong with drawing your sword to the sky! The wind is still blowing wildly, my hair is a bit messy and my mind is a bit dull. The pressure is coming, but the pace is involuntarily moving forward ... Camellia will not thank you when it comes to the camellia you planted; Remember what you taught me, I won't forget it again; The love you gave me will never leave when it comes. -Inscription Grandma died on October 1st last year. After seeing grandma off, my sister and I went back to the bedroom where grandma had been lying for four years. Four years ago, she collapsed in bed and could no longer sit up and talk to me. The camellia she planted by herself was half-fallen, and my sister and I couldn't help crying. My grandma, how are you doing in heaven? I still remember the stars shining in my hometown yard on that summer night. You hold your sister in one hand and me in the other, talking about the cowherd and the weaver girl. The fragrance of camellia came in, and I leaned against you in a daze, enjoying the coolness of the cattail leaf fan in your hand. I still remember, you and I walked hand in hand in the green peanut field, you picked a blooming evergreen, slender wicker was woven in your hand, and the fiery sunset reflected the laughter all the way. I still remember that I was naughty and didn't study hard, which angered you. You raised your hand to hit me, and all that fell on my back was a pat. You said with tears: "Grandma just suffers from not reading!" "Then he took my hand and told me to study hard and stop playing. Your love, like white camellia, has perfumed my heart. However, four years ago, you called me in bed, and I moved to bed step by step. Why does "grandma" sound so crude? Today, your departure made me experience the first parting in my life. Five, I have got rid of my childishness and youth. Grandma, are you happy? Are you going to plant your favorite white camellia in heaven? I vaguely feel that I have grown up ... a faint scent of camellia wafts, and my tears come again. But this time, tears are not sadness. Only I know that I miss you in the fragrance of tea and flowers. Autumn is coming. I sit at the window and look up at the sky. Wild geese fly south in search of a warm harbor. A gust of autumn wind made me a little chilly. I don't know where a leaf came from and fell into my hand. I sighed: ah! Another spring has come. Looking at this leaf carefully, I seem to see grandma's kind face on it. It is another autumn, the autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves roar past, giving people a cold feeling. I was walking on my way home, looking at the bleak scenery, and I felt a strange uneasiness in my heart, so I couldn't help but speed up my steps. When I got home, the first thing I saw was my parents' sad faces. I want to ask what happened, but I don't have the courage to ask. After a short silence, my father said with a heavy voice, "Your grandmother … passed away". I thought I didn't hear you clearly and asked, "What?" Listening to my mother crying and saying, "Your grandmother died!" After that, I burst into tears. I stood there stiffly, motionless, like an out-of-body experience. The news hit me like a bolt from the blue. I rushed out of the door and ran outside in the cold autumn wind, venting my emotions. I hate that autumn took my grandmother's life. The next day, I followed my parents back to my hometown in late autumn and got off the bus. The autumn wind in my hometown is even more unbearable I can't care much, and I rushed into the low bungalow quickly. As soon as I walked in the door. I saw grandma's body in the middle of the room, next to a candle and a box full of scraps of paper. I can't control myself anymore. I knelt on the ground and burst into tears, tears pouring out of my eyes desperately. In the dim light, I seem to see my grandmother sewing clothes for me and humming children's songs to coax me to sleep again. The familiar scene has completely left me. I will use my tears to wash grandma's road to another century. I put a piece of tissue paper on the flame and watched the paper turn to ashes. My heart is full of sadness for my grandmother. My dear grandma, did you really leave me forever? In grandma's money, I vowed to study hard and succeed in my studies! Another autumn wind blew, and my thoughts were pulled back from endless thoughts. Another autumn has come, and so has the autumn in my heart. Goose wings fly south! Can you take away my thoughts of grandma? Where should I go to find my warm harbor? Grandma, I am successful in my studies. Can you see it? Grandma, do you feel my missing for you? Autumn has come and grandma has left!