How to write a Chinese composition in senior two?

In study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, we can vent our emotions and adjust our mood. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is the Chinese composition I collected at the end of my second year of high school. I hope it will help you. Chinese composition at the end of senior two 1 "Mom, do you know? I don't want to grow old with you! " Time is always so ruthless. Inadvertently, a deep imprint has been carved on my mother's face, and my mother's already thin face looks even older. One day, I looked at my mother's back and cried. Because I am a person who is not good at expressing feelings, because I am too strong and fragile. My love for my mother has never been told to her, but my mother arranged a splendid starry sky behind me. So, I left my love for my mother in my dream. So, time passed from my dream bit by bit. In my impression, my mother has always been a woman who knows how to cherish herself. But I don't know when my mother changed and became younger. "What do you think of this dress? Does it look nice? Is that okay? " "I want a pair of tights ..." My mother began to ask me some such questions. Of course, sometimes I get confused by questions. This has never happened before. But from the first reaction, I shrugged and smiled: "It looks good, not bad." After that, I got used to it. Sometimes, I will praise her from time to time: "Oh, you are getting younger." "Mom, you are really dressed in fashion today." Hearing these words, my mother will laugh happily, but she will not forget to laugh at herself: "Look at eighteen from the back and eighty from the front." A smiling mother is as happy as a child praised by a teacher. Since then, my mother has become more and more childish. Once, my sister and I were lying in bed watching TV, and my mother came in and said, "Today, I changed some old-fashioned fifty cents." I turned over and smiled bitterly. "No way! Mom, you won't be encouraged by me. " It is too deep. Why did you change it again? "Because at first I wanted to change some old-fashioned fifty-cent copper coins for fun, I' encouraged' my mother to leave some for me. Who knows, my mother will be so enthusiastic. " "But I just want to change it." Mother looks innocent. "Keep it, it's very interesting." As he spoke, he took out his wallet, and "Dangdang" was crisp and pleasant. Mother smiled knowingly. My mother accompanied me through my youth. Although I know that time will not go back, perhaps, the future time will wash away all the memories. I don't want to hide my love for my mother in my dream. So on a sunny afternoon, I solemnly wrote down my wish buried in my heart for many years: "Mom, I don't want to grow old with you!" " "I have a dream that I can go into politics, let homeless people live and work in peace and contentment, let disabled people feel the beauty of life, let people with few fathers feel lonely, and let lonely people feel lonely. Maybe people who know me will think so with you? A stupid student who can't even afford a high school exam? Read an ordinary junior high school student, let me tell you; Yes, my appearance is not good-looking, and I pay a high fee for studying in an ordinary high school. Do you think you are weakening my confidence? Don't! I will work harder for my dream. I am a student in a poor mountainous area. My family is not rich and I have suffered too many heavy blows. I lost my favorite person _ my father in primary school. At that time, I was desperate for the world. Why did the person who loved me the most leave me? Why did I suffer such a heavy blow? Why do good people have short lives? God, you're unfair! Gradually, I became silent. I hate people happier than me. I hate those students whose parents come to school hand in hand. My face is covered with tears, and the tears keep falling from my eyes. But I'm afraid others will see my embarrassment. I buried my head and wiped away those disappointed tears. I tasted it. It is bitter and sour. I almost dropped out of school at that time. After a week at home, I always recall the past scenes in my mind. At this time, I am as calm as water. I think God is fair. I can't complain like this. I want to cheer up. In fact, God is fair. Human life is limited. I shouldn't complain I should be happy that others have parents holding hands to go to school. I should wish them happiness forever, instead of hoping everyone will be like me. At this time, I think it is too late to study. Because I was facing the senior high school entrance examination, I didn't get in. The family is poor and does not deserve high school at all. Under my pleading, my mother asked her relatives to lend me money to sign up. This is the first time to get so much money, but it will be handed over to the school in less than a few minutes. From then on, I buried a wish in my heart that I must go into politics. No matter what kind of eyes others cast, my future is not a dream. For my dream, I don't ask others to say anything, because my heart is moving with hope. I believe that one day my persistence in my dream will bring miracles. I remember the speaker Peng Tianhua said that if you want to succeed, you must do what others can't do and others dare not do. This has always been my motivation, so I have confidence. Perseverance. Determination. I will work hard for homeless people, disabled people, children who have lost their parents and lonely people. Chinese composition 3 At the end of the second year of high school that summer, youth slipped away from the fingertips and was submerged in the red paper; That summer, my world was no longer colorful, and the gray air swept in like this, making people breathless; That summer, my sky blue notebook was forgotten in a corner, covered with dust, inadvertently opened, full of dazzling white; That summer, I hit a wall on the way to the college entrance examination, and I desperately wanted to escape from that blurred world. I want to escape from this world, who can stop me from leaving, hold on to the suitcase tightly, like a stubborn child, just go ahead and never look back. I have always been a very weak person. You are a group of brave soldiers. You choose to stay strong and continue to immerse yourself in the overwhelming test papers, leaving the world with a lonely and tired back. Once, I asked the old class, if, in that year, we didn't escape and chose to continue to struggle, would you still leave with loneliness? A word from the old class, like a stone falling on a calm lake, has aroused ripples. I will not hesitate to stay. That summer, we spent it together, you, me and my old classmates. In that quiet corner forgotten by the noisy world, we left too many memories. Instant tears, instant indulgence, eternal laughter, these have been deeply buried in my heart, I have never forgotten. I wonder if you were living like me that summer. I don't know if you will walk on the mottled concrete road in a hurry, occasionally stop luxuriously and look up at the blue heartbreaking sky. Tears will inexplicably drop on the clean road and then disappear; I wonder, is it like me in those days, in a strange and quiet night, my empty eyes are longing for the dark night outside the window? That summer, I like to run around the playground alone in the night wind, forgetting the unfinished homework, the uncorrected papers and the eager eyes of the old class. Only the wind, only the night, only me. At this time, there is no college entrance examination, and there are no math problems that cannot be solved. That summer, I just waited for a while and looked at the countdown board in chagrin. Why do I remember so much knowledge? My head is blank. I silently counted the next days, and my fear grew bigger and bigger, which made me breathless. I began to hate going home, seeing my mother's seemingly flattering face, and seeing my father's pale sideburns ... I am sitting in the classroom and writing these words now. I turned around and saw it all the way. I don't know if my choice is correct, but I'm trying to live every day now. The most unforgettable people and events in my life, the life intertwined with sweat and tears, are the most unforgettable memories in my life. Fortunately, we walked together in those years. At the end of the second year of high school, the grass dreams of growing into a towering tree, bringing a little coolness and comfort to passers-by under the scorching sun; Xiaohe dreams of being able to embrace all creatures with its broad mind; Birds dream of flying into the blue sky as soon as possible, adding a little vitality to the quiet blue sky. I dream of becoming a gust of wind. I have a dream to be a gust of wind and a spring breeze. Gently, I drifted to this land wrapped in silver, calling the earth gently in my sleep. The earth gradually woke up from deep hibernation, took off her white pajamas and put on her "green" robe. I walked slowly through the flowers and touched every blooming flower. The delicate flower is shy because of my touch, hiding its little head behind the green leaves, revealing a blushing face. In the breeze, I took Liu Xufei to the sky. In the endless spring, I kept telling about the vitality of spring. I have a dream to be a gust of wind and a sea breeze in summer. On a quiet night, I followed the footsteps of the waves and had a sweet hug with the white and soft beach that exuded the summer heat. Gently caressing people's faces, soothing people's hot hearts because of chasing fame and fortune during the day. I quietly picked up the shells on the beach and listened to her talk about this midsummer night dream. I have a dream to be a gust of wind and autumn wind. On a crisp autumn day, I walked slowly across the field. The ears of rice in Tanaka saw me and bowed to meet me. With the joy of harvest in autumn, I touched the yellow rice and red apples, which made people's faces full of smiles. I pulled up the fallen leaves on the ground, danced a cheerful waltz in the boundless gold and blew the golden horn. I have a dream to be a gust of wind, the northwest wind in winter. I come from far away Siberia, and my bones contain the boldness and courage of grassland civilization, and I March into the Central Plains with vigorous steps. Like Prometheus, I brought gifts to the world from the top of the sky, but the former brought light and heat, while I brought snow-white and purity. When I came to this vast Central Plains, I was still impressed by the beauty of "cold ling alone" in the cold wind. With this faint fragrance, I gradually slowed down the pace of travel and enjoyed the magnificent mountains and rivers. The footsteps of the wind will never stop and will not be fettered. The wind will never stop because of the obstacles ahead, which can only make the wind stronger; The wind will also temporarily stop for the needs of others. The wind has a proud side and a gentle side. I have a dream to become a gust of wind and bring people all happiness and joy.