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In our daily life, we often come into contact with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is the untitled composition I collected for you. I hope it will help you.

If the untitled composition 1 is the star and the moon, it will light up the night sky; If it is a rainbow and chardonnay, it will render the blue sky; If it is a branch, it will decorate the world and find its place.

Everyone has his own position, but whether he can find the right one, or whether he can be fooled, or whether he can pay for it. It's not a matter of time to find your position. Goethe was keen on art, but after he visited the paintings of famous painters, he realized that he was not good at painting, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not become a famous painter. At that time, several articles he accidentally wrote for a publishing house were praised by the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, so he discovered his writing talent and began to concentrate on literary creation. By this time, he was forty years old. But in the end, what was his achievement? Therefore, no matter who you are, no matter when you find your place, fall in love with it and give it, you will eventually create a brilliant life. Finding your place is not about the length of time. There is such a person in America. In the third year of high school, his teacher told him that he was not suitable for studying and hoped that he would drop out of school. So he is depressed, because his parents' greatest hope is that he can study hard and get ahead. But his teacher also told him that everyone has his own place, but whether he will look for it or not, so with this hope after dropping out of school, twenty years later, he is still pruning the trees in the flower bed. But by this time, he had become the owner of the largest local gardening company. To find your position, you need to know yourself correctly.

Li Bai, a famous poet, is regarded as a poet. But what about him politically? After the great ambition of "going in and out with a smile, are we human?", we finally returned the money. Although he left behind the eternal myths of "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen" and "I will let go of my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat", he finally died drunk in Xuancheng, ending his romantic life. If he didn't put away a little romance, madness and unruly, he wouldn't have great ambitions. If Madame Curie is asked to conceive four tragedies, I'm afraid she won't write a chapter for decades. On the contrary, if Shakespeare sat in the laboratory, he would never find radium in his life. Find your place, whether ordinary or not. After all, there are only a few people who can achieve their careers. As long as you stick to your post, even if you are ordinary, you can find your place in your post and pay silently. Write a great achievement of your own.

Plum blossoms are fragrant because she knows how to bloom in winter and find her place when the fragrance disappears. The reason why the sword is sharp is that it was hammered countless times at a certain position before it was cast into a sharp weapon. If it is a breeze, it will blow the earth; If it is rain and dew, it will moisten the rice grains; If it is a flower, then the world is rich; If it is dust, it will precipitate in the past; If it is ordinary, write your own chapter.

Untitled composition 2 The wind blew away the tears in the eyes.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I don't want to wipe it, because I don't want to admit that there are tears falling.

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The old man is afraid of loneliness, but I am lonely for the old man not to be lonely. But I have never hated old people. I love them more than myself.

Adults don't know what children are thinking, let alone old people. They don't expect anything. As long as the old man says and asks him to do it, the child will try his best to finish it, no matter what it is. Leave, leave, stay, whatever you say. Occasionally, children will resist, but it is always ineffective. Because children know that old people love children more than themselves. Don't want to upset the old man.

Children never complain to the elderly or others. If you have something on your mind, it's all after the old man falls asleep in the middle of the night, lying in bed with his eyes closed and chewing and digesting by himself. Anyway, try to avoid quarreling, as long as the old people are happy.

Old people devote their lives to adults and children, and children love old people all their lives. Old people are children, desperate, and so are children.

Children will accept the decisions made by the elderly for their children, no matter what they decide. This is what children owe the elderly and pay off all their lives. Children still owe adults, and adults owe children. Although I know that relatives should not say these things, children still have to say them.

Children love old people and young people all their lives. It's just that everyone expresses their love in different ways. Stop pushing the children. The child wants to make a sound, can he cry once?

The children are trying to meet your requirements. Children don't like to talk, but they have to talk a lot every day. Children don't like to laugh, but they always laugh. People around me say that children's lives are so happy, so children feel happy. But why do children suddenly become silent among a group of friends? Why do they feel sad when they see similar figures in the crowd? When they saw the leaves falling wildly in autumn, the children forgot to talk. When they saw that it was getting late, the warm yellow light on the road forgot the original direction, and the children didn't know what to do next.

Many times, I would rather be misunderstood than explained by children. Believe it or not, it's just between your thoughts. People who know children don't need to explain.

Children who love children love you, but the love between us may be disproportionate. But please don't give up loving children.

Forever and ever, the child will not change!

Untitled composition 3, the world of mortals, we have all struggled to pursue.

This summer, I have experienced a lot of helplessness. Like an olive, because of the passage of time, because of the waste of time, because of man-made poison, it gradually matured in the wind and rain, and it also had a beautiful moment.

I can't understand why there are so many grievances. Too much to face and get rid of. Together, we have been separated, infatuated, complained, fallen in love, broken, laughed, cried, hurt, hurt ... but our understanding has settled down and rolled like a rain cloud. Maybe, just floating forever. Looking around, there are still clouds under the clouds, light and shallow, like smoke.

In the wind, the clouds miss, but the wind is told by the clouds? You know, talking is more lonely than not talking. Butterfly's tears hang on the green grass, just like the illusion of Xiaoxiang bamboo shadow, drifting like a mountain, so sad that no one can touch it.

Sort out the messy mood, get some messy thoughts, and have a colorless and tasteless insistence. Tonight, light a red candle for the heart, let each other's sorrow dance with the smoke, and let each other's lives live in the fire forever.

Night, quiet and peaceful, I can't see you and I can't see myself clearly. I only feel the existence of life, and this life is so weak. Lonely life makes lonely days cold, the original purity in my heart begins to melt and become turbid, and my feelings gradually become chaotic. Burying my head in my arms, I heard the sound of heartbreak, as if the scattered love was broken, broken, or just a dream …

The dust of the past is sprinkled in the butterfly rhyme, and I can't bear to look back. Missing is like a butterfly, flying high and turning into eternal loneliness and loneliness. There is a kind of love, such as water in your hand, you can feel it but you can't catch it. I can only watch it drip from my fingers bit by bit. When you experience some setbacks, all you can do is laugh it off. After a calm heart, there is a trace of attachment, which is long and far away. In a casual moment, it is a bit erratic, a bit crazy and a bit silent. In one autumn rain after another, it is thick and bitter, and in another west wind, it is light and light. I really want to have a little peace all the time.

Then, among all sentient beings, I will enjoy the purest emotion, and then, among all sentient beings, I will have the truest happiness. Then, please bear with me; Contain my existence, my strengths and weaknesses, my licentiousness and laziness, my greed and choice, my willfulness and indifference, my whole, my whole. ...

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Untitled composition 4 was very idle this morning, or it was a whim when I was bumping on the bus yesterday. I opened a book that I hadn't opened for a long time. The dust on the book will naturally leave a mark on the hand, which is thick dust-the mark left by time on the book. At that moment, it suddenly occurred to me that this dust is unbearable for books.

The turning of the pages drives one's own memory, and familiar words are once again displayed in front of one's eyes. As before, I spent a warm morning with books.

I know it's time for me to leave here. It seems easy to see the change from previous temptation to familiarity.

Seeing many strange names active in a certain place, we already know that our time has long gone, leaving us only memories. Recalling the past is something that many emotional people are willing to do, and so are they.

It was, and it is.

Mix tidied up the genealogy, and I don't know in what capacity I squeezed in. I just wanted to say thank you.

Look at some things in a low-key way.

Through countless contours, come together. Just rely on a network cable. . Elephants once said, maybe we will never know what they look like on the other side of the screen, just remember to pay attention to each other through words. And we don't pay much attention to each other's appearance. Remembering what I said to A Xing before, I decided that friends are friends.

I have met many people around me, talking about connecting friends with internet cables, but most people don't believe me. In their view, what is based on illusion is doomed to be illusory.

How many years? I forgot myself.

In May of 20xx, the teacher brought many books. I caught a glimpse of something I once knew, but I didn't expect it to be strange. I saw many advertisements about ringtones. Times are changing and magazines are adapting to the situation. I rummaged through the whole book and only found a familiar name. I don't really know her, but I'm impressed with her. I came back occasionally and posted a post, only to find that she greeted me.

That was at that time. I remembered the fragments scattered in many places. Although Su, Yun, Mu, Xiao, Feng and Xing have never met before, their hearts are moving slowly.

At first, we walked all the time.

Now, now, we are still walking.

I will keep that in mind.

Untitled composition 5 Life is a boat. When the ship was loaded with more and more things, it gradually sank. ...

destiny

The leaves of the buttonwood tree are dying, and this may be the last time it falls from the tree. The late autumn wind blew its bark violently. Next spring, it will be lifeless.

Turn in the tired current and get lost.

Many stones were carefully selected, but they were left by the sea. Some of those beautiful stones will be swept away by the waves, some will be picked up by others, and some will stay in place forever. Every little stone has its own joys and sorrows, and plays its own changeable destiny.

I sat on the beach and looked at the stars, as if repeating the tragedy of the stone, and stayed for one night.

helpless

Even the last time, the wind blew out the burning candle mercilessly, and I finally couldn't misunderstand the cruel reality.

I sat on the beach, and it was still so hot, as if the afterglow of life fell on the blue sea. As the waves drifted farther and farther, I seemed to hear it shouting, but there was nothing I could do.

Tears rolled out of the corner of my eyes, even though it was such a small matter, I couldn't stop it. Before it landed on the hot beach, it was ruthlessly evaporated and disappeared into sight.

moment

Flowers, one after another, fade slowly.

I smiled, but my expression was a little unnatural. I have been worried that when you press the shutter, I just closed my eyes and you quietly disappeared from under my nose.

I have long forgotten what I left in my memory, because I never thought I would lose you. And you, in my last memory, a flower fell, and I just closed my eyes gently.

Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles, and memories fade. ...

Open your eyes and everything disappears.

bless

The voice from heaven, the stars shining, is an eternal prayer, praying that tomorrow's sunshine can drive away all the haze tonight.

Fog, wrapped around my heart, has been lingering, and I lost my way. I once thought I had a splendid starry sky, but I kept wandering in the narrow valley for a long time.

Even the heart wrapped in darkness, as long as there is a ray of sunshine, darkness no longer exists. I believe that the lost star (heart) sea will be found, and I believe that in the near future. ...

Untitled composition 6 light gray walls, pure white curtains, European architecture and ... white door princess, it's her every time. When I wake up from my dream, I will just stare at the curtains in a daze, and then I will sit quietly in bed with tears, thinking that she has left my world. Why do I still miss her? I feel really bad. .

Every time I wake up, I sit in the daytime from night until the servant knocks at the door. Then Rola Chen will sigh and say, "Miss Xia, didn't you have a rest last night? My wife has gone downstairs and is waiting for you. " I have nothing to say, so I can only answer lightly: "Aunt Chen, I ... OK." Every day is the same. Aunt Chen came to wake me up. Even though she knew I could get up by myself, she was still willing to wake me up. After all, my father helped their family.

"Ah, sister, hurry down and wait for you." Looking at me standing at the door of the bedroom in my pajamas and sitting downstairs, my sister couldn't help shouting, "Oh, wait a minute." I whispered something. "Well, it seems that she hasn't smiled since she moved. It seems that Ji Fei has hit her hard. " Mother whispered, afraid of being heard by me. After dinner, I have to go to class. A private car will pick me up. Xia Bing, Miss Xia, everyone is very kind to me, but I am very unhappy because Ji Fei died in that car accident. She died in a car accident in 20xx. Ten years later, I have not forgotten my good friend and best friend Ji Fei in Korea. She was born in Korea like me, but she is a real China. She's at 20xx. Now, on the day of returning to China, Ji Fei disappeared, disappeared, his mobile phone was turned off, and his domestic residence was closed. She asked her classmates in China that those people just didn't talk or run away. Finally, half a year later, there was a sudden news: Ji Fei went to the mountainous area to teach. Then something happened to Ji Fei. I can't stand the news. Good friends from primary school to college for more than ten years, but now it is such a gap between Yin and Yang. I went to the hospital to see Ji Fei, and I cried my eyes out. Ji Fei didn't go back to Korea and went to the mountains. Then ... I saw a message on Ji Fei's mobile phone that I shouldn't have seen: "I hate you Xia Bing, right? I was not an exchange student from the beginning. Being friends with you is laughed at by others. When I arrived in China, they were really kind to me until the monitor inadvertently said, "The exchange student is not Ji Fei, but Xia Bing. "I have no face to go back. I am afraid of being laughed at. ...

That's the reason, Ji Fei. You underestimate our friendship. Don't cry or laugh every day after that. Ji Fei, do you really hate me that much?

Untitled composition 7 You 16, 17 are in your early years, and you like to spend your youth with tickets. You sang 80 yuan's love and affection in KTV, and performed a kind of performance art that does not belong to you with the so-called "pop".

You, in the Internet cafe, have been playing two chess pieces, violence and satisfaction, for an hour, explaining the vanity you are pursuing with the bustling nothingness in the game.

You, drinking beer, eating barbecue, pretending to be Li Bai, forget the reality by drinking.

This is you, this is your so-called youth.

They are baking the sun like fire on the dry land, eager to let their children live a better life.

They, carrying sand and ashes on the construction site, occasionally get lost in the sand or get hit by bricks.

I can only rub my gray eyes and eyelashes, rub my broken foot quilt through my shoes and bend down to move on.

Because they want to create a better future for our selfish children.

They compete with others for a dime of cabbage in the noisy vegetable market. Of course, even if the price of pork is reduced, they are still reluctant to buy half a catty.

These are your parents, poor and noble parents.

Every time you tell your parents on the phone that there is no money to use, do you hear them sigh gently on the other end of the phone?

When you were playing games with money in the cold air of Internet cafes, do you still remember that your parents were still working in the fields in the sun?

When you eat in a restaurant with that money, will you remember how many dishes are on their table?

When you drink Pepsi Wahaha, do you think of their chapped lips working in the fields?

When you took your girlfriend shopping, did you ever think about buying something for your mother?

When you stand in the cloud supported by rural parents.

Have you found that the sweat of your parents has flowed into your eyes under your feet?

Yes, you are only a teenager now ... Maybe you don't have much strength to do anything.

However, you should at least do what you can and play less games.

Play less things you shouldn't play, buy less clothes and eat less barbecue hot pot.

Think about their hard work and call them more.

It's as simple as that. They just need a little love scattered all over the world, and they will bloom happily. Maybe you're thinking.

How successful I will be in the future and how rich I will be to buy them luxury homes and famous brands, but have you thought about it?

They may have left before you earn a corner of the mansion.

Besides, this is not what they want.

People will feel lonely as they get older, and you will become the only light in their world.

Please don't let this lamp go out.

Early twenties, responsibility! Fatherly love and maternal love are the greatest and most selfless in the world.

Untitled composition 8 Untitled universe, how vast, how vast, how vast?

It is not easy to find a world in the vast universe. The universe, like the earth, is composed of many species such as animals and plants, as well as nonliving substances such as water and air. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack. In particular, people who have just crossed the stage where they can't even build a boat can only be regarded as people with a little sense of water, and they still stay in the world where they can only build wooden boats and detect the scientific level of the inland sea. In this case, even if this needle is a pearl that falls into the deep sea, its light cannot be discovered, discovered and discovered by people who can only manufacture and use wooden boats.

In this way, if the earth can't do anything to traverse the universe and soar in the universe, and the exploration can only be within the known range, then it needs to wait for the United States and other countries that invaded China to lead it to progress and step into another realm. I just don't know where the earth will be by that time. Is it a free and powerful country like China, a colony like South Georgia and South Sandwich Islands, or assimilated like Mariana Islands?

Or is it protected like North Korea?

Or shake your head and beg for mercy like South Korea?

Or live in the cracks like Japan?

Or is it like Syria, the object of arbitrary bullying?

Of course, it is also possible to pity others like the Vatican and get a place to survive and multiply. Alas, I really don't want to describe it any more.

To sum up, shouldn't everyone worry about themselves? Everyone should do their part to improve, work together and create together, which belongs to our future?

Then, why do people cheat each other repeatedly, scramble for secrets, and fight for life and death, so that relatives are injured and enemies are quick? Is it because this idea that has nothing to do with me has swallowed up our lives? Facing life, can't you just let go of that irrelevant thing? Why, between countries, or smoke-filled, war-torn, so ignorant of the world, that little interest is enough to make countless people born in from the mire, wandering around, suffering from war? The so-called dignity of a powerful country? Isn't it worth a tragic extinction?

Maybe what I said is too serious, maybe it's just my imagination, maybe I'm too worried to realize it. However, how can you forget to be prepared for danger in times of peace? If you don't work hard now, the day that really happens will not be the sad day of the old disciple, but the real day of life and death, genocide and slavery!

Humans are still killing each other without trying to save themselves. Is this our human nature?

Untitled composition 9 "Since the journey is a sea of stars, it is doomed to be unable to walk leisurely."

Twenty-seven days before the college entrance examination, I gave this sentence to myself, hoping that in the days to come, like a scalper in February, I would step silently, move silently and bury my head in farming; I hope I can refuse to be impetuous, be a simple person, face the college entrance examination with clear eyes, do my best, and be a youth without regrets.

Senior one, confused, late and early, sleeping in class. There is a saying that "time can easily throw people away." When I was a sophomore, I found the gap between myself and the people around me. The once lazy nightmare lurks in the wandering youth, inflamed like a naked wound, and then festers. Reality slapped me, and my ranking dropped from grade 400 to more than 700. If a bolt from the blue made me wake up instantly, I regretted it and caught up. After taking the liberal arts class, I worked harder every day, but it was not a blockbuster. My grades have been fluctuating in the middle and lower reaches, so I am very painful, struggling and confused.

In this way, I went to senior three. Everyone around us is very hard. Of course, I am one of them. It's just that I will stop occasionally and think about the past and the future; Hearing the rustling of the pen tip rubbing against the paper in the classroom, I bowed my head and did the problem seriously. Now is the critical period before the college entrance examination, and it is the most tiring time. When you can't hold on, tell yourself, hold on, and hold on.

Liu Yuxi said: "Although it is a lot of hardships, it is more gold in the sand." Su Dongpo said: "People who have achieved great things in ancient and modern times are not only outstanding talents, but also people with perseverance." Facing the college entrance examination, we should have a tough will and tenacious spirit. Do your best to let yourself have no regrets. I believe, a pay, a harvest. Today, I studied hard and burned the midnight oil. Tomorrow, I will break the cocoon into a butterfly and become the first.

Qu Yuan studied hard in the cave for three years, and Liu Gongquan became arrogant and famous. Sima Guang's police pillow inspired him, Zhu Yuanzhang herded cattle and studied, and Tang Bohu devoted himself to painting. The examples of the ancients tell us that there is no casual success, but an olive branch. Ma Yun said: "I don't believe in first-class talents, I only believe in first-class efforts." It is because of its first-class efforts that Alibaba came into being. Zhang Yimou continued his studies during the Cultural Revolution and became the first beneficiary after the resumption of the college entrance examination. Now that he has become an internationally renowned director, the efforts behind him can be imagined.

The process of hard work may be arduous, but as long as you persist, you will eventually see shining stars in the magnificent sea and sky.

Untitled composition 10 at the junction of forest and road, there is a haystack in my memory. When I was lying there, it was autumn a few years ago. The sky has always been pure blue, and white clouds are like ships in the sea, bumping into different curves. There is a sea of bamboo by the roadside, and there is a clear sound and the wind is moving from time to time. I lay for a long time, avoiding loneliness and feeling the joy of autumn. Birds sing in the distance, insects crawl quietly in the haystack, the footsteps of the sun pass through the Woods, and white clouds fly naughtily in the blue sky. A petite chrysanthemum fluttered beside my hair. The autumn wind on the chrysanthemum rubbed my cheek like a relative, until my breath was as peaceful as mine. In the long sleep, I had a dream, and when I woke up, I had grown up. This is a peaceful season. Every day, I wander around. Looking at the apples in the orchard, watching the people in the field busy harvesting, and watching someone in the park looking for a lover. My mother prepared delicious food for me, and my father was busy with work. Every night, I can enjoy cool and fragrant tea. I remember when I looked up at the sky, my grandfather often touched my head. When I feel that I am not happy enough, I study at school again and my friends are together again. So I was relieved and happy again. But the days will pass, even if it is as long as a season. I remember every Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family get together and enjoy the moon very happily. After moving several times, fewer people look at the moon. I remember getting up early every Mid-Autumn Festival. Because the yard is full of my favorite flowers and leaves, I'm going to clean it up. And because I like this festival. Until the weather turned cold, the rain came again, and there were too many leaves to sweep away. Autumn rain hits countless leaves, like a sad melody. At this moment, I can only think of "when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, when * * * talks about the rain at night". No matter how long autumn has passed, how long. In fact, this season is very short. Watching the moon, climbing mountains and having fun seem like a day has passed.

When I left home, I just changed some clothes quickly. In fact, every time I miss it, I have regrets. But every time, I will say to myself, "I will come back, and there will be autumn next year." In recent years, whenever autumn comes, I have to write a composition, as if I want to express something, and then put it in the corner of my memory. When I wrote this year, I was more happy than the sadness of beat. This joy comes from visiting the flower market the day before yesterday. In the lazy sunshine, I saw many chrysanthemums, all kinds of which were pleasing to the eye. I walked around like a child. Suddenly I have a feeling that the posture of chrysanthemum flowers is reflected in my eyes, and it feels like autumn. Is the image of autumn like this? The faint sunshine stretches a lazy waist, wakes up from an ancient dream and blooms in its own spring.