In study, work or life, everyone has dealt with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my collection of senior high school entrance examination compositions. I saw five 800-word articles. Welcome to share.
When I see 800 words (1), I always hate going to massage places, even if I just pass by the door, I have to frown. The rich fragrance and potions in the store are mixed together, and several masters who seldom work hard chat while serving the guests. When I check out, I often check my money three or four times, and I will glance at you suspiciously for fear of losing something.
Grandma said she was going to have a massage, so I hesitated again and again and finally managed to find a place with her.
There is only a so-called "blind massage" shop nearby, and there are only two small beds in the shop, which seems a little cramped. The floor seems to have just been cleaned, and the light is uneven, but there are still many stains on it. We went in for a long time and didn't see anyone, so we shouted at the top of our lungs and finally moved out a person.
I saw him tall and thin, looking about fifty years old, with sallow face, a pair of sunglasses loosely on his nose, all-black clothes full of signs of wear and tear, and his hands still groping with crutches.
Come on, lie here. His voice is not loud, but it is not muddy at all. After that, he turned and smiled at us-even though that was not our direction.
I still don't like him very much I watched impatiently when he groped, trying to urge him, but grandma gave me a push "Don't help!" " "I had to grind it reluctantly.
He waved around again, even though he couldn't see me. Then he smiled again, thanked us repeatedly and started his work.
His technique is not very good. Although I am not unfamiliar, I always feel a little pitiful, but I am very serious and ask my grandmother's feelings from time to time. I watched him deep in thought, and for the first time I felt that it was better to wait like this. There are no sunglasses beside me, so I can see his eyes clearly. There is no life in his eyes, so I can't see anything, but I seem to see light in his eyes, not the light reflected from the light, but a beam of light that burns from the deep heart and can warm others.
After about half an hour, he finally stopped his hand movements and went to the massage table to report the number to his grandmother. Grandma counted the money one by one and handed it to him. I was still wondering how he would count the money, but I saw that after he got the money, he put it directly in the cupboard.
"Now people are not allowed to lie to us. Besides, we can't see, and God can see! "
Maybe he has seen all kinds of worlds, but I think the world he sees must be the most beautiful, and the world I see from his eyes must be the most beautiful.
I saw 800 words in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination.
I always thought that my junior high school life would be vigorous, so the day before school started, I wrote in my diary: "Every day from September 1, I will work hard! Won! " Finally, don't forget to add a smiling face at the back.
However, when the school bell rang in my ear, I realized that the sensitive word "Grade Three" had become so dull. What I saw was completely different from what I imagined.
This classroom, which witnessed several graduates, finally staged our story. In the camera, everyone is the protagonist, and everyone has the opportunity to be photographed. However, what is seen in the camera is almost general: everyone is immersed in hard work, even for the short ten minutes after class. The air in the classroom obviously became dignified, and I was suffocated by repression.
The sun rises day by day, and every day the sun is brand new. I saw that the news broadcast on TV was still broadcast on time, people on the playground were flying on the red runway, and the flag-raising ceremony did not stop because of the arrival of the third day. However, I still go to school with my bag on my back every morning. At noon, I walked into the house with a hungry belly and a sunny face as the school bell rang. In the evening, I took a smooth water-based pen and filled in a blank piece of paper under the lamp and in the cold wind.
Days run forward day by day, and youth is fleeting. I see the countdown on the blackboard is only 40 days left. I saw the math teacher review the basic properties of the circle in a mandatory tone in class, and then there was a test. The English teacher still has it.
Lively smiling face finished reading for three years, and then talked about grammar, and a unit ended in her gentle voice; The Chinese teacher is still talking about translating ancient Chinese for us. There are also physics teachers, chemistry teachers, history teachers, and political teachers. With their quick tone, they exchanged our dense notes and the upcoming monthly exam.
I am willing to regard my junior high school life as a road. I see a checkpoint at the end of this road, and the exit of the checkpoint is the entrance of another road. In any case, each of us hopes to see the spring blossoms in the end.
On this long and short road, I learned to be stronger than before. I saw the beautiful scenery along the way and found the fun of fighting. Occasionally I tripped over a stone on the road and had to get up by myself. Look ahead, the finish line is not far away. This wonderful experience will become warm and precious in future memories.
Also saw the dribs and drabs of the third grade?
Grade three is like a beautiful trip! On this trip, I saw people traveling against the wind, laughing and crying, and sad things?
I saw 800 words in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination.
Look at the scenery and its grandeur; Read and see its profound wisdom; Look at the night sky and the wonderful interaction between the stars and the moon. Look, let me feel the world, look at my life, let me feel the warmth of the world.
In the morning, I get up and open the curtains before the alarm clock rings. Suddenly a golden light shot into my room and passed through my eyes. Leaning against the window, feeling the refreshing wind and watching the sun rise in the distant mountains. Good morning. I saw the beauty of nature.
On the way to school, birds are singing one after another, saying that "the early bird catches the worm". Now they are making noise for delicious food! I saw the bus stop, and people's faces were full of smiles to welcome the new day. A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Their smiles also infected me, striving for a new day. On the way, I saw people's simple happiness and longing. When I came to the school, Lang Lang's reading voice had already resounded through the school, and it was very lively with the birds in the tree. Looking at the book in front of us, we learned a wealth of knowledge. For the senior high school entrance examination, we stare at these books all day. The process is hard, but it is also beautiful. Only by planting a hard work can we reap a harvest. In class, I watched the teacher teach diligently and thanked him silently in my heart. After class, I ask my classmates questions. The classmate picked up the pen and explained it to me carefully and repeatedly. I also saw friendliness and firmness in his eyes, which made the tree of our friendship flourish. This kind of friendship, regardless of the cost and return, is the real friendship. In the corridor, one student is helping another student to practice long jump. Hands-on teaching is of great help to that student, and it also builds a bridge of class unity and mutual assistance. Let the flower of class unity bloom brilliantly. At school, I saw the unity and cooperation among my classmates.
When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and continued to break the mountain of "homework" At this time, I stared at my homework, but it was not difficult to find a pair of kind and loving eyes watching me outside the door. That's my mother's concern and expectation. Even a glance gives me warm strength and motivation to work hard. At home, I saw my parents' concern and expectation for me.
After finishing my homework, it was early in the morning, and I leaned against the window again, looking at the sighing lights and saying good night to the stars and the full moon. Close the curtains and wait for the sunrise in your sleep.
Day after day of experience, I saw that my life was ordinary but extraordinary, plain but surprising, and also let me see beauty and love.
I saw 800 words in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination.
That time, I saw sincerity.
Everyone is looking at the world with their own eyes and hearts. After that visit to that scenic spot, I saw sincerity. Up to now, the boy's sincere smile is still in front of my eyes.
This is a beautiful city with countless beautiful scenery. Mountains and rivers, sunrises, customs and so on attract tourists from all over the world. Our hotel is in a pedestrian street, and the guide's car is waiting for us outside.
That day, we got up very late. I wanted to buy a souvenir before we left, so I had a quick breakfast and rushed into the souvenir shop. In midsummer, the sun shines on the floor tiles, which dyes the surrounding buildings with golden pigments, outlines a beautiful picture, and brings a hot sweat to the tourists who are in a hurry. I hurried to choose a gift to settle the bill. Behind the counter is a local boy with a simple smile on his face. A tourist said to him, "keep this for me." I'll pick it up at night. Don't close the door. " Then he left. I saw that boy nodded hard and thought, how can I wait for someone when I close the door so early? And what I saw later made me feel ashamed of this idea.
In the beautiful mountains and rivers, days pass quickly. In the evening, we sit by the lake and watch the sunset. The setting sun is no less than the morning sun, and its blood-red light has dyed half the sky red. The whole sun is like a smiling face, so red that people are intoxicated. I can see such beautiful scenery all over this trip, and I am satisfied to see such beautiful scenery.
It was late when I got back to the hotel, and all the shops on the pedestrian street were closed. Only a few dim street lamps guide pedestrians returning late. There is no moon like jade in the sky, only a few stars.
Suddenly I saw the light of a shop still on, which seemed to be a souvenir shop. A man's voice came from the shop: "It's so late, why hasn't that man come to get something?" Then came a childish voice: "I promised that man to wait a little longer."
In the morning, the tourist was rushing out of the hotel, walking into the shop and saying, "I'm sorry I'm late." Standing outside the shop, I saw the little boy's smile again. Looking at this smiling face, I suddenly found that it is not like the smile of the sun? Perhaps the sunset is dwarfed by this sincere smile. It is sincerity. I saw it. Drawing such a simple smile is the strength to sincerely face every guest.
I think my trip not only saw beautiful mountains and rivers, charming sunset, but also saw sincere smile and sincere beauty.
I saw 800 words in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination.
In the early winter, the biting cool wind brought the yellow and lifeless leaves in the courtyard into the door, which added to the continuous desolation and desolation in winter. The clear moonlight gently renders the deep purple sky. The tea fragrance in the bedroom interweaves with Mo Yun into a charming melody. What I read in the book, can I say it all in one sentence?
Modest gentleman, gentle as jade; My fair lady has a long heart. The Book of Songs is the first collection of poems in China, including Guan Ju, Shi Lang and Zi Heng. It is a swan song that has been passed down through the ages. Zi Jin's daughter's call to her sweetheart is unforgettable. My sweetheart's collar is as green as grass, which often worries me; My sweetheart's clothes are as green as grass, which makes me miss them often. Even if I can't see you for some reason, why haven't you heard from me? People are on the tower, and your heart is connected to your body! A day without you is as long as March. The girl's longing for spring, like anger and resentment, is vividly reproduced in the vivid language of the ancients.
Reading the Book of Songs, I saw my thoughts.
Brother Jin's iron horse, swords and shadows, kept fighting and fighting. I recall that when I was young, I was dressed in fresh clothes, heroic and spirited, wielding a sword to kill the enemy and defend my country. I am very happy. "Uprising against gold, washing away national humiliation and recovering lost ground." Now I can only draw my sword and look carefully when I am drunk. When I woke up in my dream, the loud and inspiring horn sounded in the barracks. Look at the galloping fierce horse, bow and arrow, bow and string thunder. I accomplished the great cause of unifying the world for the emperor, and I also made a name of honor that was praised before and after my death, but it happened "pitifully" and I can't continue to serve my motherland that I care about all my life.
After reading Xin Qiji, I saw the responsibility.
The evil flute sounds far away, weeping like tears, the red disappears and the fragrance is broken, and no one cares. Princess Xiaoxiang's tears, as well as "Flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity if the fragrance dies?" Buried with falling flowers flying all over the sky, in the season of "spring red withers in a hurry", Daiyu's "daughter" can still "cherish the spring dusk and hoe the lotus to produce embroidered curtains." Buried in this colorful, but more is the pain and sadness that no one cares about. I have vaguely seen that the decline of the Grand View Garden and the decline of the Jia family is doomed by fate and an irreversible ending! But I admire Daiyu's soft but not weak, rigid but not rigid character.
Reading a dream of red mansions, I saw tenderness.
When the cold wind started, only a few yellow leaves were blown off, and with the whistling yellow sand, the fragmented picture in front of me was blown away, but I can still see the precipitation of ten million years.