In our study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to writing. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are five compositions of Grade One in Senior High School that I have carefully compiled, hoping to help everyone. 1
Outside the car window, there is not much snow in Yuan Ye. Unlike last winter, there is a little lack of artistic conception of freezing snow in Wan Li for thousands of miles. In the wilderness, occasionally you can see a few cows, horses or a flock of sheep, which embellishes Yuan Ye in the north, which is as dead as death. Several villages are scattered in the secluded plain, and several families have smoke curling up, mixed with a few crows and a burst of dogs barking. Because of the cold weather, no pedestrians can be seen in the village.
when I looked up at the window again, my heart was shocked. The past flashed like a meteor, running in droves, as if I had returned to that time of reunion after a long separation. Make my heart slightly sweet and slightly painful! I haven't seen this small village for many years, and it doesn't look like it used to. The strangeness is mixed with familiarity. In those days, that family named Dong has no idea which courtyard it is now.
However, the woman named Dong is still my best sister. Although we don't keep in touch often, our friendship is always in our hearts. With the cold coming and the summer going, the rain and the wind blowing, we still care about and miss each other, and they fall in each other's hearts.
twenty years ago in winter, I was in a technical school and had my winter vacation. My letter has nowhere to post, so I need to transfer it through her. That holiday, I ran to her house every so often, facing the chilly and biting wind, and sometimes even covered with snowflakes. Less than 5 miles back and forth, riding a broken bike that can't be broken again, maybe when the chain of the car will fall off, riding hard in the cold wind.
I still have to figure out how to face Dong's eldest mother, a face that looks neither ugly nor friendly. That year, I had a big face for those letters. Can I touch a car with a big face? That face is very thick, isn't it impenetrable? I don't know. But I know that in those years, we were famous for those letters, both at school and in the small villages where we lived. In today's words, it was very fashionable and wonderful.
those stationery written with the breeze and the bright moon. Superimposed with the charm of the years and the grace of the old words, I accidentally bloomed the joy of my brow. At that time, I looked at the distant mountains and guarded the clarity of my heart. Now, unconsciously, I will look at the distant mountains and write the years at my fingertips. Every day, facing the ups and downs, I write some clean and refreshing words according to the flowers, although I often mix some feelings, but it is by no means ambiguous words. I plant flowers and grass in spring. I sow your time and my time on paper, and plant the beauty of my life.
I don't know if the swallows flying south will go to the city with you. I don't know, whether the wind in Saibei grassland will blow your hair. But I know that you can read these poems printed with running peach blossoms. You and I are sitting in peace with time, letting time pass through the palm of our hands and make our eyes full of youth. If, one day, our backs are turned to the time and we are thin, there will still be the shadow of youth in our hearts, and the first-blooming flowers will be as transparent, clear, amazing and beautiful as they were at the beginning.
Rely on the youth of Hua Teng to grow up, and keep the flowering period that never fades in my heart, year after year. Along the fragrance of grass in spring, along the charm of lotus in summer, along the red feelings of Qiu Feng, along the whiteness of winter snow, that distant place is quietly hidden in my poem. Since then, there has been no rain or shine. Think that year, build by laying bricks or stones falling plum like snow chaos, brushed a suit is still full.
nowadays, the years are getting slower and the journey is far away. Dressed in uniform, all the way to the dust. We are not the face of youth on the way to miss. Just now, after the passage of time, I remember your past, not the distance between mountains and waters. It's just that you are here, I am here, and our best knowledge is there. Climb mountains, wade across rivers, and you may never see again
Only, your guitar can't play the wrinkles on our forehead. After all the wind and frost, you are at the edge of the sky, and I am at the corner of the sea, growing old! Only the clouds send distant thoughts! Senior one composition 2
"Silence is gold", people use the gold in the world as a metaphor, which shows the preciousness of silence. Easy to understand and profound. Some people say, "It took us two years to learn to speak, but it took us a lifetime to learn to shut up." What a deep understanding this sentence is!
But people always have something to say, such as "grievance". "When things are not fair, they will sound". When we encounter things that are not fair, we will feel oppressed. "Signs come from color, but from sound", our faces will show the color of resentment, and our mouths will mumble about grievances. So I said it, I was angry, and finally I had to accept the injustice. Always think of unfairness, why not think about the reasons? In personnel appointment, you may not pay as much as your opponent, or the deacon has something to do with that person. Don't fix your eyes on other people's shortcomings, but focus on self-reflection.
There is always something to say, such as "pride". Once a person has a proud mood, it is like a ball on the water, which can't be pressed easily. Some people live into their sixties and still can't recognize themselves. He boasted about how rich he was, and ate six dishes every meal. As a result, he was ridiculous and generous. Some people exposed him and said that he counted two plates of pickles and a sauce bowl. Some people say that he has read a lot of books and prepared things to show off; As for a certain detail, when you ask him, you can see that his face is flushed and he can't tell. Isn't the purpose of boasting to make people respect? As a result, it backfired and became the laughing stock of others.
there is always something to say, such as "feelings". Once you have a good impression on someone, that kind of love breeds, just like spring water, Wang Yang is wanton and unstoppable. Later, there was no reason, no fetters, and it was like a scourge, which made you show your enthusiasm for "moths to the fire", so that it was revealed regardless of time and place. If you say it out, it's like spilled water, and eventually you get a black line and a pot of cold water from the other side. I have no face at all, and I regret it.
There is always something to say, such as "gossip". Gossip between people, catching the wind and catching the shadows, has become the ingredient of our plain life. Those guys and girls, on the surface and actually across the Qian Shan. The insider on the sidelines studied the development and changes of the situation with Holmes' thinking and the Chinese tradition of watching the excitement. In fact, those rumors are disturbing the mind. What about others? What does it have to do with us? It is the most important thing to keep your clear conscience.
Therefore, silence is golden. You must say what you should say, and don't say anything you shouldn't. There are too many distractions in the world of mortals, so we have time to close our eyes and cultivate ourselves. Those who should know will know sooner or later; It is better not to know what you shouldn't know. Keep silent and let your heart go far in peace. Senior one composition 3
Ximo, that is a mountain, that is a name, that is a symbol, and it is the pride of the villagers around.
He is nameless, so nameless that many people would not have thought that there would be such a mountain and such a magnificent place in that place.
although he is unknown, he is not inferior to any famous mountain. On the contrary, by contrast, he has a kind of game and kindness. From beginning to end, he has been my concern and my longing ...
I have heard many people mention Ximo, and I have long dreamed of running in his broad arms. How many times, I quietly stared at the direction of the mountain, as if he was my dreamy lover in my previous life, and I was looking forward to meeting him.
Just because I heard one more sentence from you in the crowd, I can never forget everything about you. Finally, I came, came to this quiet world, escaped from the noisy world, and ran to your arms ... < P > Seymour, he didn't let me down. He is really a fun and beautiful place, and I climbed to the top with all my might. Sit on a big rock and enjoy the scenery at the foot of the mountain, and let the slow mountain wind blow away the acid and fatigue when climbing. This paradise, he took away my thoughts and thoughts all night, and now I see and appreciate not only his face ...
Looking down from the top of the mountain, it is green, lovely and layered, as if all the greens have rushed here to attend this green feast. Occasionally, there are huge "pearls" inlaid in the green ocean. I failed to ask, is this the jewelry that the seven fairies inadvertently left when they went down to the world to have fun? Or, is this the ginkgo that was knocked over when the Monkey King made a scene in the Heavenly Palace? A gust of mountain wind blew from a distance, and Miss Chun danced impromptu. The green group embroidered with lace danced with the rhythm of "rustling", which was particularly beautiful. Yo! Who is so naughty, let go of the wind belt of mother-in-law? Otherwise, how could her anxious call come from behind?
Cousin said that in this boulder under my feet, there used to be an out-of-the-world expert. This expert was so kind that everyone respected him. Oh, Seymour, are you influenced by him? No wonder you are so silent. Are you reading something in your mind? Go left along the stone road in front of the stone, huh? It turns out that there is still a "land of feng shui" hidden in the green of Taotao! A flat place, sitting on the ground, has an infinite vision. I can see the winding road up the mountain. On the road, there are people going up the mountain, in twos and threes, free: in the distance, there are patches of fields and villages. It was an incomparable comfort, which made people feel comfortable, and all the troubles vanished at that moment. Oh, my Seymour, you are so understanding.
When I went down the mountain, it was hard to say goodbye to Ximo. It was not that he could not bear to part with me, but that I felt like I had lost the most important thing. Wandering slowly between Shan Ye, I saw many beautiful scenery that I inadvertently ignored when I went up the mountain. The monument hidden among the trees makes me respect. It turns out, my Seymour, you are still the place where revolutionary heroes rest! No wonder you are so solemn. Heroes, like Seymour, although nameless and unknown, are gorgeous enough to make everything dim and colorless. Standing in front of the monument silently, imagining what the heroes have done for us, I am in silence.
Seymour, I still like playing hide-and-seek with him. Hiding behind the jumbled stones, I watched the scenes and colors of western ink from the cracks, such as blue sky, white clouds, green leaves and birds. I seemed to be in a painting, and I seemed to soar in a poem. Seymour, he taught me so much.
others fall in love with a city because of one person; And I fell in love with a mountain because of a wisp of thoughts. In the future, Ximo may still be unknown, but he has taken root in my heart, and I will never forget what he left me ... From the first moment I saw it, I had a strange feeling in my heart: "It is destined for me."
In the days to come, I tried my best to get close to it and try to understand it. It didn't take long, and I gradually realized that I had fallen in love with it deeply. Perhaps it is because I am tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, or because I want to escape the suffocating x+y, I ask it out again and again, and walk into a strange and fresh world from its fragrant title page. Not for "the book has its own golden house", not for "the book has its own Yan Ruyu", not for utility, not for grades, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, just for the desire in my heart, just for the pleasant "green space" in my heart. Its knowledge is so vast and its words are so philosophical; Its eyes are so warm, as if it can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and its hands are so gentle, as if it can heal all the wounds in the world ... < P > When I am pained and confused by failure, it always says to me, "The real light is not that there will never be darkness, but that it will never be covered by darkness; The real hero is not always without humble sentiment, but is not influenced by humble sentiment; When you want to defeat foreign enemies, you must first defeat your internal enemies. You don't have to be afraid of falling and falling, as long as you constantly extricate yourself and renew. " When I am dancing because of my small success, it always says to me, "There is a sky outside, there are people outside, and there is a strong hand in the strong. The real strong one must not only stand the test of failure, but also stand the baptism of sugar-coated shells after success. When you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness, you are afraid that others have reached the peak." When I can't extricate myself because of "slight confusion", it always says to me: "People will meet many people in their life, some are meteors and some are stars. A meteor is beautiful, but it is a meteor after all. The significance of a meteor lies in its fleeting moment, and the beauty of a meteor only comes from an instant. After all, a meteor is a meteor. If you pursue it for a long time, you can only wait for your own star and cling to the beauty of this moment. The pain can only be yourself. " When I am timid and hesitant, it will send such a poem: "I am confident that my life will be 2 years, and I will be a water hammer for 3, miles"; "I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"; "I smile to the sky from the horizontal knife, and I will stay in the two Kunlun mountains" ... Yes! This is it, whether it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade or the cold wind raging outside the window, as long as it is with it, it will create a coolness in the heat wave and a warmth in the cold.
it is a book, and this is the story of me and the book. Composition 5
Under the sunshine, the sparkling water surface, the water gently shakes, making a pleasant sound, slapping on my heart, and occasionally there is the sound of the ship whistling and the birds singing in the distance. I stood on the high shore, staring blankly at the mysterious water and light gray water under my feet. There must be something precious waiting to be explored at the bottom of the water. When I looked up, I looked at the place where the water meets the sky, which is the bay where my dream was placed.
When I was a child, the water in Haihe River was too deep, and my parents never dared to let my children get it. Even the children on the high steps on the shore were hard to jump, and they were afraid that they would not get up if they jumped. But that can't reduce our pleasure in exploring. We crossed the rugged path and climbed some steep slopes, and we didn't forget to pick up some stones in the process. When we tried our best to climb the slopes, what we saw was the vast sea. We rushed up with cheers and shouted at the light gray. The water waves are rippling, and when the sun shines, it's like scattering a piece of broken gold in the Haihe River. The wind is blowing from the other side of the sea, and it's white in the distance, so you can't tell whether it's the sea or the sky. I threw the stone in my hand into the sea, and I thought, when it plunges into the sea, you must show me what the bottom of the sea looks like.
if I grow bigger, I can slide down that high step and get closer to this water. When I squatted down and scooped up the first handful of water with my hands, the cool sea water slipped through my fingers, and my heart was extremely satisfied. The light gray water was shining in the sun, and there were fish in the water, and the small ones were hidden in the sea water. When I held them in my hand, they slipped through my fingers. The water in the hands of time, silently and inadvertently slipped through the fingers.
when I moved away, I went there to have a look, and found it was really empty. The children's laughter came to my ears again, and the sound mixed with seawater was particularly loud and flapping.