Junior one composition

Everyone has been exposed to writing in study, work and life. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are eight senior one compositions I collected. Welcome to read the collection.

Some people often say: "the examination room is like a battlefield." Everyone will be nervous during the exam. I sometimes even tremble before exams. Examinations bring me great pressure, but sometimes they also bring me surprises.

The seventh grade mid-term exam is coming, which means that war is about to break out. The students in our class are frantically preparing for the exam, and no one wants to fail in this war.

The night before the exam, I reviewed the subjects to be tested tomorrow. I've never been so nervous. I dare not be careless. I turned over the textbook again and again, checked it again and again, and then tried to write down these knowledge points to prepare for the final sprint before tomorrow's exam. Everything is ready, and I feel very relaxed in bed. Soon, I fell asleep. ...

The next morning, I was walking on my way to school. In order to make full use of time, I took out my English tape and recited it while listening, striving for every minute. For me, time is a score. At school, every student is reviewing nervously, which creates a tense learning atmosphere for our class.

I sat in my seat, took out my Chinese book from my schoolbag, and stared at every word and paragraph in the book. I wish I were a robot, so that I can keep all the knowledge firmly in my heart.

The first Chinese exam began. I quickly wrote, finished the basic questions and reading questions, and began to write the essay "I feel it".

The examination room was silent, except for the sound of the pen tip colliding with the paper. Listen-

The pen tip rustles on the test paper, like a silkworm chewing mulberry leaves, like a warm wind blowing poplars, like autumn rain kissing a phoenix tree, and like a tinkling song in spring. The pen moves with the wrist, and the words extend with the idea, one by one, line by line, page by page, horizontally like a swarm of bees, vertically like a military parade. Beautiful, neat, pleasing to the eye, pleasing to the eye ...

I was relieved that the masterpiece was finished. The students walked out of the classroom one after another, facing each other's answers. ...

I finally understand the true meaning of the sentence "the examination room is like a battlefield". The tension is unprecedented. Only in an environment of tension and constant struggle can we better exercise a person and promote his continuous success!

Lies can change a person's life

-read "Don't be afraid, I am also a thief"

Close the article "Don't be afraid, I am also a thief". My heart is full of ups and downs. Why did he touch me? Why did the old man do this?

Please let me explain.

A man named Carter gave up his studies and went to town without telling his parents because his family was poor, but no factory was willing to take him in. He was afraid to go back, so he climbed into a villa. He went straight to the kitchen, got some bread, and then went to the bedroom. When he was about to get the money, an old man appeared in front of him. He was startled and thought he was coming to arrest him, but said, "No! He stole half the money and gave it to him, saying, "Don't do this again." A few years later, this man named Carter respectfully put the money in front of the photo.

What moved me most was what the old man said: "Don't be afraid, I am also a thief." This sentence seems to be a lie at first glance, but a closer look shows that the old man is kind, and he is telling a white lie. If he had directly said that he was not a thief, he would not be like this now, but spent it in prison. It can also be seen from this sentence that the old man is a person who sympathizes with the young. He saw that Carter hesitated for a long time in front of the villa, and thought he must be very pitiful, so he didn't arrest him directly.

We learned a text called "Don't let that horse starve" before. I can't come to study because I bought a horse grass and there is no buyer. So the disabled young man helped me regain the opportunity to study with the white lie "Don't starve that horse". I was very moved when I exposed this white lie. In fact, the young man just wants him to read every day.

White lies can create miracles, keep a person's self-esteem, give young Carter a self-esteem like this old man, and make him live happily.

I was moved by this white lie and the kindness of the old man. I see: Be compassionate to people, be kind, and give them back their self-esteem.

Twenty years ago, Shangyu was a small county with poor economy. After years of hard work, Shangyu people have built it into a wealthy town.

Shangyu has become a top 100 county (city) with comprehensive rural strength in China, a county with strong economy in Zhejiang Province 14, a county (city) with advanced scientific and technological work in China, a national garden city, a provincial civilized city and a provincial health city.

Digital TV in rural areas: Digital TV has replaced cable TV. Digital TV makes our life more colorful, broadens our horizons and knows many things that we have never heard of before.

Dongshan Bridge: It runs through Cao 'e River and extends from Xiaojiang Village in our city to the other side. 20xx started construction in June and will be completed in about 20xx years. Mayor Wang visited the site on the opening day and announced the start of construction.

Four Seasons Fresh Fruit: Fruit has a resounding name in Shangyu-Four Seasons Fresh Fruit. Attract many tourists to come for sightseeing and picking. There are cherries and strawberries in spring; There are grapes and kiwifruit in summer; There are pears and persimmons in autumn; There are dates in winter. Fresh fruit in four seasons has increased the income of Shangyu people and made them rich.

Development of the north of the city: the north of the city is still a remote mountain village. Through continuous efforts, it has become the most economically developed place in our city. RT Mart, Radisson Marriott Hotel, Million Peace City, Datong Shopping Center, etc., all kinds of goods are countless.

"Chunhui": 199 1 year, Shangyu established Chunhui, and enjoyed the reputation of "Nankai in the north and Chunhui in the south" in its early years. Zhu Ziqing, Feng Zikai, Li Shutong, Zhu Guang, Ye Shengtao and other famous teachers have taught here, forming a group of Baima Lake writers who are quite influential in the literary world, among which "Advancing with the Times" is the work of that year.

Enterprises: There are 732 enterprises of existing scale, including 5 enterprises with sales exceeding 100 million yuan1/kloc-0, and 8 listed enterprises, with a total industrial output value of 88 billion yuan in 20xx. The output value of construction and installation is very developed. * * * There are 62 construction enterprises/KLOC-0, including 25 first-class stunt enterprises. The 20xx architectural decoration has a long history, ranking first among county-level cities in China, and it is a famous "hometown of architecture".

199265438+1October 18 is an extraordinary day for the people of Shangyu. People in Shangyu celebrate, sing and are proud of it. Let it by going up one flight of stairs. After 20 years' efforts, the city appearance of Shangyu has changed greatly. Nowadays, Shangyu, which enjoys the reputation of "the new capital of eastern Zhejiang", has steadily promoted the construction of ecologically modern and livable cities along the Yangtze River with the continuous expansion of the urban framework and the continuous improvement of the living environment, and achieved a wonderful transcendence from the "Longshan era" to the "Caoejiang era".

I live in the same home as a bird, both children of Mother Earth, and we are good neighbors. However, I don't know why, the bird has been particularly depressed recently. I went up to him and said, "Why are you unhappy?" The bird began to cry before answering. "What are you crying about? Tell me your unhappiness, bird! I may be able to help you. "

The bird finally stopped crying. He looked at me and said, "Can you really help me?" I said, "Yes!" The bird pointed to the large forest in front of me and said to me, "Look, my home is ahead. You humans cut it down overnight and set fire to the wood. My mother was killed in the fire and I was homeless. " Say that finish, I began to cry again. I looked where the bird pointed. What a mess. The bird's home was completely destroyed and became a ruin. I comforted the bird and said, "Don't cry, I will definitely help you."

I hurried back to school and told the headmaster all this; Teacher; Students, they are all shocked and determined to help the bird family. We came to the aviary, some moved wood, some planted trees, some removed garbage, and soon the aviary was restored to its original state.

Birds sing and dance with us, Mother Earth smiles, and we live peacefully, contentedly and happily in the embrace of Mother Earth.

In my past twenty days,

Watching it again seems like it's only been a day,

I don't know how it happened so quickly,

I don't know why I am so tired,

I waited for a year unconsciously,

Cherish these days and wait another year. ...

Why is my time always free? Your appearance ...

The ending buried by time,

I don't know when it will be released,

Our time is not over yet,

I'm just afraid it's hard to accept this reality anymore,

I cried very sad and tired,

Because I really don't want to give it up,

I want to go with you,

Unfortunately, time is so evil-

Between us, only once a year,

Between us, who is waiting for the return and who is getting old?

There are many unspeakable farewells between us,

Between us, the flowers bloom, but we can't get them back. ...

We meet once a year, and finally we just meet again. ...

Between us, it's just the eternal helplessness in the sunset. ...

Why does leaving always come so fast?

Too much between us can only be made up by comfort,

Why are the memories between us too short?

The fragmentary memories between us are just broken silence,

I really want to slow down time,

At least I can write down our forever for you silently. ...

It's a pity that there are too many defects between us.

We need to slowly find our lost past,

I hope time can give me another chance,

Let's not part in a hurry when we are close to infinite beauty. ...

Wow ... wow ... wow. ...

Our story is no longer the past,

Even though we are thousands of miles away,

Heart together forever!

Wow ... wow ... wow. ...

We must firmly believe that it will always be. ...

The sixth article of the first grade composition "XXX, the fourth place, is a great step backwards." The class teacher said.

Yes, the fourth place is me. As a monitor, I got the fourth place in the exam. I really hope this never happened, but it is a reality and there is no way to stop it. I kept the first place twice and was robbed by others.

Once, the first halo accompanied me, and my classmates admired me and made me feel very happy. However, as the topic became more and more difficult and I couldn't understand it in class, my mathematics declined. Although girls are not good at science, I know they can do well as long as they work hard. There are many girls who have done well in the math test in this class, and many of them have surpassed me. As a monitor, I just have a little more math. Look at a female classmate who failed every math exam in the past, but she actually got more than 100 this time. It's really unexpected.

The math teacher said to me, "You should actually do better than her. Look at others. Thanks to their recent special efforts, they have made great progress. Don't be afraid to understand. If you don't understand, ask me I believe that among the girls in the class, you must be good at math. You have to be confident, you know? "

The teacher's words touched me deeply. Yes, their original grades were not as good as mine. I once got the third place in the math exam, which shows that I have great potential. The point is that I didn't try.

When I became the first, I already felt perfect, but I didn't know that some people were still trying to surpass me. The second time, I was a shoo-in and won the first place, but the second place was only a few minutes away from my performance, so I still despised it. As a result, this important third exam, I lost, the first halo no longer around me, but rushed to others. Why? I made this myself!

"I knew you would get such a result in the exam. You have been too impetuous recently. Do you know that no one or two students did better than you this time? Has it lost its original practicality? "

I want to cry at the thought of the head teacher, but I can't cry. Didn't I ask for it? It turns out that I have always been stable, and I have fallen behind the second place by a few points. Now the new first one pulled me off the horse and let me fall on the field full of opponents. It's my own fault that I didn't work hard. I've already figured it out.

Maybe this is the feeling of being defeated, maybe this is my chance to keep my feet on the ground again, maybe this is the feeling of reaching the top again.

At this moment, how I wish time could stop, but the teacher's voice rang mercilessly in my ear: "It's your turn!" " "I dare not raise my head or move. I can feel countless hot eyes staring at me.

"Please hurry!" The teacher urged. I crustily skin of head stood up and trudged slowly towards the podium. I quietly raised my head, and the dark head underneath made my mind suddenly blank. I desperately searched my mind for the memory of that speech, but the memory, like sand in an hourglass, slipped away with time in my classmates' eyes.

"Big ... everyone ... good!" I finally broke the silence and stammered, I heard my voice floating in the air, so weak. I searched desperately for words and spelled out a few words that were not quite right for the horse. My cheeks are burning, and my ears seem to echo the ridicule of my classmates and the smooth and gorgeous sentences of my last classmate. My heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

After hastily writing the recklessly spelled sentence, I lowered my head and mechanically moved my feet off the platform. I regret myself in my heart: why should I sign up for the election? Why not be brave and calm? Why not prepare for a period of time to make your language less pale, or at least more fluent? I walked with my head down, thinking of a classmate's words before the election: "Come on, I support you!" " "I tried to hold back my tears.

"Pa", a small and crisp applause sounded, as if brewing for a long time. I couldn't help being surprised and a little touched, and then asked myself wryly: Did you hear me wrong? Who will applaud you? "Pa", another burst of applause, seems to be more determined than before. I'm a little shaken, but I still can't believe my ears. "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

I listened quietly, this wave, this torrent, washed away my disappointment and sadness, washed away a wall between me and this collective. It gave me confidence and courage until I walked to my seat. I looked up at the podium and said silently, "I'll challenge you next time!" " I will do better! "

Yes, what else can I be afraid of with the applause from my classmates?

Sesame cake is our common food. At a certain street corner, at a certain intersection ... It was the baked wheat cake, the girl, which stung my heart.

"Uncle, please, can you give me one! I have been hungry for several days! " Beside the familiar stall, a dirty little girl is praying to the boss of the sesame seed cake stall.

I am a frequent visitor there. Every afternoon after the self-study class, as night falls, crowds of students flock to the sesame seed cake stall. Of course, I am no exception.

The little girl is still pulling the boss's skirt, and her poor eyes are heartbreaking, but the boss still doesn't have to look at her.

No one cares about that girl, but everyone cares about his stomach.

"Boss, give me one." It was my turn, and I caught a glimpse of the little girl looking at me with tears in her eyes. My heart trembled, but I finally left under the call of my companion.

"You want to give her food ..." I asked my companion with some hesitation.

"Ah, what?" It seems that my companion is hungry and completely ignores the girl.

In that case, I don't have to pay attention to that girl!

After a long walk, I looked back in some trepidation and found an aunt holding a biscuit and sending it to the little girl's mouth. The little girl tasted the full sesame seed cake and showed a bright smile on her face.

Ah, how innocent and lovely that little girl is when she smiles!

It suddenly occurred to me that it was not my aunt who made her happy, but me.

My heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and I neglected a life that needed me!

It's just a sesame seed cake, but it makes me feel infinitely guilty!