In study, work or life, everyone often sees composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are 8 high school sophomore essays that I have carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. High School Prose Composition Part 1
A fallen leaf fell leisurely in front of me. I picked it up and pushed it into my diary. Let this ordinary fallen leaf peek into the unknown memories deep in my heart; listen to my cry for midnight. Then, I will quietly say to the earth that I care about the fallen leaves, and even more about the midnight, and its mysterious tranquility and leisurelyness.
Although midnight brings the cool and silent moonlight, my heart is shouting and my thoughts are agitated. So, I tried to let my soul run in the dark. Then, an indescribable and increasingly intense emotion pulled my body, as if I had transcended time and space and reached another perfect and wilderness realm.
This cool and elegant realm retains a pure land of beauty and purity. But when I first saw it, I felt like a piece of glass was suddenly shattered, and like life and death, noise and silence, vicissitudes of life and reality interspersed in the dying sky. Suddenly, a sharp knife-like parabola appeared in front of my eyes, cutting through the tranquility of the midnight, forming a deep scar. In an instant, thousands of huge plastic bags appeared in the cold night sky, and they were tightly wrapped around my head, trying to suppress my breathing. So, I tried to break free and tried to breathe in the fresh breath of the earth. Finally, everything became quiet and I was released. Opening up the dusty memories, I couldn't help but open my closed heart and slowly open my eyes.
The eyes are filled with elegant and beautiful midnight scenery. I sat on the stone steps, fully enjoying the quiet leisure of midnight, and then using an artistic eye to appreciate the delicate and elegant character sketch in my hand. A cup of light green tea, some crisp whispers of nightingales, a fresh and pure stream, and a scene of clear and quiet night. With these, I can have the soft poetic feeling of the poet, "clear water brings out hibiscus, and the natural carvings are removed".
Through the dark years, I once felt nostalgic. When I lowered my head, I realized the cool midnight. So, I opened my diary, gently picked up the fallen leaf that was sleeping deep in my memory, and returned it to the earth, letting it return to the tranquility and leisureliness of midnight. Prose composition for the second year of high school 2
I opened my diary, replaced it with a new pen refill, and wrote carefully and carefully one stroke at a time: beauty is not luxury, sunshine is not luxury, and autumn is fragrant. I leave my thoughts behind and look forward to the beautiful woman as far away as the sky.
Every time I’m in a bad mood, I write this sentence over and over again. This sentence seems to have huge magic power, which can calm my mood and soothe my heart.
An Wei said that if you love someone, you must love him thoroughly and not leave any regrets to yourself.
I totally agree.
However, after all, that is Anwei, our eldest sister. She is destined not to be a canary in a cage, she has a vast world, and her love should be brave and fearless. But for me, that’s not necessarily the case.
I think I am indeed cowardly enough. When I was in class with Yang Luo, I enjoyed the feeling of secretly looking at him, immersed in my own little happiness, like a greedy thief, eager to get his eyes, but unwilling to let him find out. How is this possible?
I thought I was sentimental for a time, but I was really indecisive. When the interruption continues. Now that Yang Luo is in love with another girl, Cheng Hui once said to me, since this is the case, just smile and bless her.
I smiled and nodded. Yes, you should be blessed. They have built their own world of two people, and I am just an outsider. If I get involved, I will hurt others and myself. So what if I don't bless them.
I am not a particularly happy person. I am good at hiding my pain and bringing happiness and smile to others. I was as afraid of others seeing my hurt and weakness as I was of seeing my ugliness. Qu Ran always said that I had a very strong self-esteem. Maybe my self-esteem doesn't allow me to bow my head or look back.
I don’t want to look back either.
That time, when I met Yang Luo in the library, I had already determined my heart and understood that I was not so easily hurt. At least I could smile and fight under his gaze. Say hello, and then walk past him with your head held high without saying anything. No nostalgia at all.
In the new class, there is a girl named Wang Qian. She has a very cheerful personality. No matter who makes her angry, she laughs and doesn't care, and still makes a fuss with others.
However, she fell in love with a boy in our class who studied physical education.
Every day, every day, she pursues her every day. From her, the classmates in our class deeply understand what it means to persevere and persevere.
Luo Hua is ruthless and the boy doesn’t like her. He likes a beautiful girl who studies physical education with him.
That day, Wang Qian helped him pack things at his desk after dinner. He was drunk because his goddess rejected his confession, and the reason was about Wang Qian.
She waited for him to come back with a smile, and happily told him that she had cleaned it up by herself. She had been waiting for him to give her a chance. But his eyes were full of coldness, turning into ice and stabbing straight at her. Without looking, he overturned the table and the girls around him were frightened. She apologized to him and humbly helped him pick it up. He didn't appreciate it and cursed her. However, she still smiled and helped him clean up.
There were sighs in the class.
I turned back and stopped looking. But my heart was very confused. I think there may be many, many people like me in this world, but girls who are persistent and indomitable like Wang Qian are rare.
If I had to choose, I would rather live alone for the rest of my life than love someone so slavishly. Love should be equal, and should not be rewarded as much as someone has given. If loving someone is destined to lose dignity, then I would rather not love. High School Prose Composition Part 3
It is said that it takes about eight minutes for light to reach the earth from the sun. The light we see now is only the light that traveled through light years eight minutes ago.
The starry sky above our heads, the stars that can be seen when looking up, may be hundreds of thousands of light years away from us. The stars we see now, bright or dim, may have fallen away for many years.
Even if there is a stronger light, you have to wait eight minutes. That brilliant and dazzling first ray of dawn, passing through the vast universe, passing through the free dust, passing through the clouds and mist, passing deep into the nebula, can now be seen before our eyes.
And when we admire the beauty of success, it has long lost its former glory.
Be a beam of light. It may go through ups and downs, it may be displaced, and it may not shine brightly in the end, but it will move and deeply impress everyone who sees the sunrise. Because this is the brilliance that can only bloom after experiencing many confusions.
Be a beam of light and don’t turn back easily. Falling stars are beautiful, but wouldn’t it be better if they could persevere? When the dust is washed away and revealed to the world again, you will look back, you will look from afar, and you will find how worth remembering this long journey is.
Don’t be defeated by the current difficulties, persevere, and you will see your dazzling existence in the near future.
I suddenly remembered "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" "Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence, whenever I am lost in the dark night, the brightest star in the night sky, please guide me to get closer to you... ..."In fact, everyone will be confused and melancholy, but after you pass through the wireless darkness, you will naturally become the brightest star in the night sky. Prose composition for the second year of high school, Part 4
Girl, your smile is as bright as a flower, and you wear white clothes to show your elegance.
You and I once held hands and looked up at the sky together, but now you and I go our separate ways. I wonder, do you still have me in your heart? You said: "Separation is for the next time we meet again. When the time and years are quiet, we will smile together again." The bronze dressing mirror you gave me, I have always placed it beside the bed, that mirror and that jewelry The boxes complement each other, forming a unique landscape. You know that I like everything about ancient times, so you gave me an unforgettable gift on my birthday; you said: "If we have the chance, we will go see the Terracotta Warriors together. As long as you like us, we can even travel all over the world." "After hearing what you said, I silently wiped away my tears behind your back. Thank you. Without you, would there be this proud girl now? Everyone says that our relationship is better than that of biological sisters, but they don’t know how many ups and downs we have experienced together. At this moment, I was sitting alone on the lawn of the ancient road, and I always felt that the green under my feet was particularly bright.
There is a small swing frame behind the attic with two swings hanging across it. You and I made it together. I still remember the scene when you left. We both had tears in our eyes, but we didn’t cry out. You smiled at me, then turned and left. "If you come back one day, don't forget our agreement. Let's go see the Terracotta Warriors and Horses together, and go blow the wind of the Western Regions together." I cried, slumped on the ground, and had long forgotten the happiness and happiness I had in the past.
Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island.
A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight.
But in my eyes, every move you make attracts me. "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky..." Li Ge reminded me again in my ears, the pavilion, the ancient road, the green grass... aren't they the world that belongs to us!
"How are you and I different? We are both treasures in the family. But if such a treasure is placed in society, can you guarantee that it will not become waste?" This is what I am saying to you. , in fact, at that time, you and I didn’t know enough about the world. The roses bloom so beautifully, surpassing roses, daffodils, and roses. I know you don't like the beauty of roses. You just want to be a flower from the other side, accompanying me with the most unforgettable red color on the road I walk.
Girl, your smile is as bright as a flower, and the shadow of the moon smells of the years.
High School Prose Composition Part 5
The rain last night drained away the bitter water of a season, and the haze has not gone away to this day. The youth flowed on the fingertips, falling from the clouds unexpectedly, and shattered into flashing memories of youth on the ground. Walking through the cycle of rainy season with bare feet, I encountered the fragrance of flowers this year unexpectedly. I originally thought I could be intoxicated by the blooming trees and blooming flowers, letting the past drift with the wind, but my eyes got wet inexplicably. It must have been shards of glass on the ground that pierced his foot. The blood was dripping and unsightly, and unstoppable pain and sorrow spewed out. The castle floating at an altitude of 90,000 meters guards the tear fountain deep in the dense forest. I have given all my tears to Baiyun, and Baiyun chose to walk with the sky. Therefore, I have no reason to cry and cannot shed tears.
Standing in a deserted subway, the wind blew fiercely in the aisle. There are always people passing by, but in an instant there is only a blur of their backs. I sent him away, but got lost here. Like the ruins in an earthquake, there are only crying sounds and pretentious hugs in my ears. I stood on the high platform and watched this huge farewell ceremony. I don’t understand this fragile human emotion, even though I’m the same kind as them.
Everyone is like a planet sailing alone, performing their duties on a predetermined orbit. After walking for thousands of years, I silently hid the so-called innocence and wrote the vicissitudes of life on paper, with thousands of ravines. If there was ever a planet that was too lonely, it would leave its own path with a small deviation, just to catch a glimpse of the scenery that it has never seen before - the flowers of strangers passing by. The result will only be to destroy all the flowers that are blooming and don't know who they belong to. Fate is like this. It is too paranoid to insist on going your own way. You are young and frivolous and can't bear to leave. We are all like this, we don’t want to believe in fate, we don’t believe that we will be forgotten by time, we don’t want to believe that we are insignificant, not even as good as a grain of dust. Therefore, the angry years punish us and write the story in a twists and turns into another road, and the end of the road is the separation of people. It burns the brand of drunkenness into a fiery cold sleep, and carves the painful mistakes into the result of losing everything. It is unreasonable for people who violate taboos to be punished.
I watched people coming and going, the wind stopped and picked up, rolling up the clouds in the sky, and the mist - thick as if it had been baked. But it clearly reflected my incompatibility and naked disdain. While everyone was hugging each other reluctantly, fearing that we would never see each other again for years, I smiled at my friend who was dripping with tears and said that it was just a small farewell and there was no need to worry about it. I no longer know who is sending whom away, who is watching who drifts away, drifting away without a trace. I seemed to be wearing inappropriate clothes, but I was still ignored. People all over the world turned their backs to me, and I was the only one in this huge station, smiling unsocially. They said goodbye and I said goodbye. I don’t need a few drops of water that symbolize the weak, nor do I need that fantasy reunion. I have seven emotions and six desires, but I still want the six roots to be pure. No matter what, I won't let the sky shed tears. Those are my tears.
The people of the past were written into the stories of the past, and the stories of the past were burned away by the fire of youth. Maybe I still miss it, but I don’t care anymore. Maybe I still care, but there's nothing I can do about it. We are all unrelated existences, and because of impulse, we bump into other planets full of flower fragrance. Fortunately, the sparks, although beautiful and dangerous, only burned a few small flowers. We are flowers on this planet, facing each other across a Milky Way. It was fate that made us meet, fall at the edge of the sky closest to each other, embrace each other and lose everything in the hot flames. No one will remember that two insignificant lives once passed away in the night when the meteor streaked across. However, I suddenly discovered that countless flowers have the same wish, eager to embrace their friends or lovers 80,000 light-years away. The same heroic loss has been staged countless times, but I have no regrets. One by one they fly away, one by one they wither, until they collapse into a wasteland. When there are no flowers on this planet, perhaps it will call for the life that once flourished with an attitude as low as dust. Maybe I regretted losing control for a while. But Huaer will not regret it, and neither will I. I suddenly seemed to understand their tears and their unexpressed hatred. Sadness wells up from the deepest dusty tear ducts, but like the planet, I have no tears. I have no right to cry. I am sad but helpless. I can only ask the sky to shed tears. High School Prose Composition Part 6
Flowers look different in the grass; seagulls look different in the blue sea; white clouds look different in the blue sky. The same goes for being a human being. To be successful, you have to be different.
The pearl in the material is unique in the sand. We should be like that pearl. Even if it is buried in the sand, the pearl will be found. Everyone has their own life, and everyone's life is different. If we follow suit, echo what others say, and concoct the success of others, then in the end we will be nothing more than the "sands". We will eventually become toddlers in Handan. We may not even know how to walk. Everyone has his own personality and character traits. We should fully use them to make ourselves a person different from others. This way your opportunities will increase and success will be closer to you.
Being different allows us to be discovered by more people. Even in a pile of sand, if you are an ordinary stone, then you are also different and you will be discovered by others. Discover.
This is what "a crane stands out from a flock of chickens" means: a crane is different from other chickens in a flock of chickens.
If what you are looking for is just one chicken, then just imagine how likely you are to be found. .
Being different allows us to seize more opportunities. If you win the opportunity to be discovered by others, you will win more opportunities to work. Jay Chou is unique among a group of waiters because he can play the piano. It is because of his uniqueness that he was discovered by his boss and stopped serving dishes. When I graduated from a certain university, I made my resume unique and got the favor of the recruiter first and got a job opportunity. Jay Chou is unique among a group of waiters because he can play the piano. It is because of his uniqueness that he was discovered by his boss and stopped serving dishes. Only if you are different from others can you enjoy the joy of success.
Being different can sharpen our will. When we are different, we will definitely be questioned and scolded by many people. We all know that this is the truth. At this time, we have to grit our teeth, persevere, slowly win people's understanding and support, and ultimately achieve the goal of changing their attitudes.
Being different requires us to have enough courage. Sometimes it’s not that we don’t want to be different, but that we don’t dare. When everyone is doing the same thing, only if you are different can you stand out from more ordinary people. Only if you have characteristics can you be liked by more people. In the real estate industry, Pan Shiyi is definitely not the biggest or the biggest company, but his company definitely attracts the most attention. It is because of his almost stick-figure appearance and his sharp language that he is as brilliant as he is today. It is his uniqueness that has created his success today.
Orchids are not as big as peonies, do not have the fragrance of roses, and do not have the fiery redness of pomegranates, but they grow in a valley that does not compete with the world. They exude their own faint fragrance regardless of whether others appreciate it. This is It's different. Because of this, he gained the reputation of a gentleman among flowers.
Be a unique person and let others discover yourself, and you will find that success is actually very close to you. Prose composition for the second year of high school, Part 7
After a week of "hard" study, I was able to go home this morning. The morning breeze passed by me, taking away the faint warmth from my body. "Wouldn't it be better with another light rain?"
The quiet street has few pedestrians and no one knows each other, just like parallel lines that never intersect. The distant sound of cars, clear footsteps, elongated shadows, and the long road. "Am I done walking?" Looking up at the sky, the sky is getting brighter, and the body instinctively closes its eyes. Feeling cold, he touched his eyebrows with his hand, "Is it rain? Really, what are you talking about?" he laughed at himself. Rest? Or, run? In addition to the sound of rain and cars on the street, there was also the faint sound of hurried footsteps. The water in the puddle splashed on the already soaked trousers. There was only one person waiting at the station early in the morning. There were drops of water dripping from his hair, most of his clothes were wet, and his schoolbag was also not spared. I didn't know if the books inside were also wet. As soon as the cool breeze blew, a yawn sounded in response to the wind. The car arrived ten minutes later. He is gone. My heart feels inexplicable pain. There are already so many unsatisfactory things, right? Who am I asking? Thousands of leaves are falling, the peak of a cliff, the first snow has fallen, and one person is alone, what? "There is nothing to love in life, and the heart is as gray as death." He thinks that his efforts have only resulted in a disappointing and heart-wrenching result. He was finally, no, confused and hesitant again. Is there a road ahead for him? It’s too difficult to walk and it’s too “desperate”.
Once upon a time, he was very high-spirited, but now, he is really unsightly. Be completely cold, be cold, world! It’s not me that’s wrong, it’s the world. Chill it, will. If you are not frozen, how can you be awake? Zero degrees, your limit, right? I hope this is not my limit. Does "subzero" really exist? It is rumored that "Below Zero" is a world that has been sealed for a long time. Only those who are selected and have certain abilities will have the opportunity to enter. Another rumor of "Below Zero", as long as this door is opened, the situation will definitely change, no matter what the situation. If God you have not completely abandoned me, let me go to the last place of hope. Even if you think about it, you know that this is impossible, it is just an extravagant wish, a fruitless one, a farce! Those who reach the peak of the cliff will fall down later. What will be the final result for him?
The sky and I are getting farther and farther away, and the whistling wind penetrates into my body all-pervasively. The rising sun seemed very close at hand. Hope is like a meteor, falling faster and faster. I can’t see it anymore, am I being “called”? The beauty of clouds is not as simple as you imagine. The cold phoenix is ??eroding. The cold water invaded, irritated my skin, and sank. Where did it sink? Close your eyes and see no more. Opening my closed eyes, classmates playing, chatting and laughing came into view. This is obviously a late semester, what else can I say? What about myself? What does it matter if I fall asleep? I also had an inexplicably strange dream, but it made me feel inexplicably familiar. There's not much difference between myself and them, right? I don't want to accept the excuse of being too tired.
When the get out of class bell rings, they leave, and the boarding students have a ten-minute break. The empty classroom, my eyes revealed a look of confusion.
"Teacher, you may indeed need talent. Some things may really be achieved through hard work, but without a certain amount of talent you will never be able to reach a certain level. What others can do in a few minutes may not be solved by you in an hour. , this kind of dream may be too far away. I once naively thought that high school would not be difficult to get through. It was the same as the first year of high school. I was wrong. It was so wrong. How could it remain unchanged? Others may be really biased. I can't understand it, and naturally I can't do it. I can't make hope. I watch the meteors falling in front of me, and the mistakes of the past come and go.
Errors that occurred in the research test. Almost similar errors reappeared today. Last time, I scored more than 40 points. This time, 30 is getting farther and farther away, and it is easier to suppress. It seems that I have been suppressing something. Sooner or later, it may explode one day. The surroundings are too noisy. The atmosphere is too low and depressing to leave. Now I seem to be infected. I don’t even know what I was like when I was a freshman in high school. My dream is too far away. 2A seems to be more difficult after the merger, not to mention it is already difficult. I don’t have to think too much about repeating my undergraduate studies. It’s impossible for me now, and I want to graduate now, but I can’t pass it. I hope not to be so quick. I want to be able to speak three languages, but except for Chinese, I can hardly communicate in English, let alone What about niche languages? It’s harder to do anything without this kind of talent. It’s hard to reach a certain level even with hard work. It’s really difficult to really learn it well. The noise around me will only make me want to stay away even more. If I persist in this way, Are you still disappointed? Just like now, letting yourself down like this is like being trapped in a cage named yourself, unable to escape, facing the feeling of powerlessness that you should have forgotten, and the feeling that you can’t. Feeling helpless. Have you really tried hard to learn well? Or is it just a self-deception? What I am afraid of is that if I fail this time, I will fail again. , but in the same place, I can’t find my shortcomings or can’t fix them.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting closer to the senior year of the college entrance examination. If I make a lot of mistakes in the senior year of high school, it’s okay. I don’t know if I can accept it. I was wrong before. If I made a mistake, I would think it was wrong. If I made a little more mistakes, I would just do better next time. But apart from studying, I can’t see my own strengths in other aspects. , if you want to go further, the easiest and fastest way is to study, but it doesn’t seem to favor me. Maybe the time to shine has passed, and I can’t find the previous state anymore? Is it possible? Or is this just my delusion? Can I still say words of encouragement to myself when I give very seriously but don’t get a certain reward? I will also be confused and think about whether everything I have done is just in vain. I don’t like or even hate the noisy classroom. The peace outside the classroom is also broken. Isn’t there a place where I can be quiet? This physics makes me feel like quitting the competition. It is better not to embarrass myself in the competition. I am not very good at studying. Should I really return to my "nature"? What's the point of doing your own thing, not hearing what's going on outside the window, and honestly not caring about discipline? What's the point of memorizing your name only to have it ripped off? To be honest, this group of people gives me the feeling that I am in the same world as you, and I am not in the same world as you. It is difficult to reach me in a place too far away. What are my strengths?
What on earth am I doing? Why do we work hard? Just for a score? Although maybe I do need this score, will it collapse on its own before I get this score? "This must have been my own doubts not long ago, but now I have opened my eyes to it. The phoenix blowing from the window gave me a hint of clarity. The water at room temperature entered my body and stimulated it. The hot water was steaming on other people's tables. “Don’t be confused, no matter how bad the external environment is, stick to yourself. Whether you like it or not, you have to go on the road. If that's the case, why do you put so much baggage on yourself? Remember, my own goal: to go to college or get an undergraduate degree! On the way to achieve the goal, you will encounter many difficulties. No matter how difficult it is, remember: follow the steps and complete what I should complete at the moment (the teacher assigns memorization and homework, and goes over the subjects learned that day to strengthen the impression. Anyway, that’s it Preview and review. The most important thing is to listen carefully and absorb in class) is to achieve the goal. For other responsibilities, if a classmate violates discipline, you can write it down silently and leave it to the class teacher to decide how to deal with it. (I personally agree with this sentence. It is indeed something I can’t decide.) If the classmate I got it, and said to him helplessly: This is my responsibility. I'm sorry, but my classmates saw you breaking the rules and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll remind you next time. And you also need to be mentally prepared to find a way out for yourself. If you can't achieve your goals, you won't be able to get into the major or undergraduate program. I can choose to repeat the course and take the exam again or take the junior college to undergraduate degree while studying for 3A. Life is full of opportunities, and it is impossible to go all the way to the end and hang yourself from a tree. We work so hard not just for scores, but scores are currently a more scientific and fair standard for measuring students' learning status. Especially for our ordinary students and students from poor areas, this is currently the only opportunity for fair competition.
And in this period, taking the college entrance examination will make our future path smoother. This is the ticket. When you are about to start a family, what will your woman think of you if she knows that you have never even gone to college? In fact, studying hard is your only task at this age. (Don't compare with the "special cases" promoted by some media, because you don't have the capital.) Just be yourself and do the current thing well. Don’t be entangled or confused, just keep walking on the road firmly. If you still have any ideas, talk to your teacher. "It had a certain impact on me at that time, and I gradually looked away.
The indoor temperature is no longer warm, the lights are no longer dazzling, people are flowing, and I take the last step. "This road, I, To keep going, never give up easily. I am different from them! I will eventually believe that I will do better. Come out of the darkness." As I pressed my finger, the light disappeared from my eyes. "Let's go, the road ahead is long, and I want to see the scene I recorded when the flowers were blooming again." No one moved In the teaching building, a figure walked out of the darkness and then disappeared into the darkness.