Gao yi composition

In real life or work and study, everyone has written a composition, which requires a complete text structure, and an endless composition must be avoided. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following are six senior one compositions that I have carefully arranged. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope I can help you.

That morning, I suddenly saw that the grass that had withered downstairs for a whole winter had actually sent out new green, and a feeling in my heart was gently touched, so it rippled softly. Heartbeat, for the tenacious and lovely life in spring.

These days, a puppy came downstairs from nowhere, with messy brown long hair and round eyes that could not conceal his natural fear of people. However, in any case, it just refused to leave this ordinary building without any characteristics, stubbornly curled up in a narrow corner, staring at the residents coming and going with black eyes, without shouting or making trouble. Very quiet, very good.

When I came back from school that afternoon, I saw a plastic plate and some food in the corner. The puppy is licking quietly, and its eyes are stable and pure. Smiling gently, I inadvertently plucked the strings of my heart and made a gentle melody. Heartbeat, for the delicate feelings between people and animals in high buildings.

Another story seems to be. An American host interviewed a child one day and asked him, "What do you want when you grow up?" The child naively replied, "I want to be a pilot." The host then asked, "What would you do if one day your plane flew over the Pacific Ocean and all the engines died?" The child thought for a moment and said, "I told my passengers to fasten their seat belts first, and then I hung up my parachute and jumped out."

All the audience at the scene laughed at the child's cleverness. Unexpectedly, the child's tears actually filled his eyes. Only then did the master find that the child's sympathy was far beyond words and ink, so he asked the child, "Why did you do this?" The child looked up and said loudly, "I'm going to get fuel, and I want to come back!" " I wanna come back! "

When I was reading a book, I was deeply moved by the child's sincere thoughts and closed my eyes. This short story is full of emotion.

Yesterday, when I was listening to the radio song-ordering program, I heard a short message: "Husband, I won't live long. I want to order a song about Jeff Chang Shin-Che Shenche's faith for you. Thank you for accompanying me for so many years. " Then, the radio waves are full of sad and gentle melodies. "I love you, how clear, how firm my belief is, and how warm and brave I love you." There is a warm voice on the radio, and my heart is pounding. What will you do for the tender and beautiful love between you?

Every moving picture is fixed by the emotional camera, accompanying me in the long journey, reminding me of every warm force in my life. Only by remembering your own heart can you find warmth in painful moments and go further on the road of life.

It has been more than a month since I entered high school. Although I have made many friends, I still miss my home, my father and mother. ...

Through the window of the dormitory, you can see the rice fields, a large green space and a stream outside. The water in the stream is very clear, sparkling and beautiful under the sunlight. Looking at several nearby houses, my mind is full of thoughts. What is the family doing at this time? Did they eat? None of this is known.

My father is an honest worker, tall but thin. Working in the sun every day is easy to catch a cold, so I often cough. But every week when I come home, in order to comfort me and let me not worry about his health, he even coughs carefully and never coughs in front of me once. My father cooks delicious food, so I can have a big meal every time I go home. It's time to go back to school. Tell me to bring enough clothes and remind me not to leave behind my daily necessities. He kept stuffing pocket money into my hand. Although it's just a few pocket money, it's dad's hard work! Holding it in my hand, I just think it's not just money, it's a father's love for his daughter, a heavy love!

My mother is more serious. She didn't express her love for me directly with actions like her father did. For example, unlike other mothers, she often helps children wash clothes. When I was in junior high school, I lived at home. My mother stipulates that I have to wash clothes before I can have dinner every night after taking a shower. And don't spill rice when eating, or she will make you unhappy when she complains. I was very angry with her when I was a child, and now I gradually understand my mother's good intentions. She hopes I can learn to live independently and save food! Mother likes watching TV very much, but as long as I am at home, she won't turn on the TV. She seldom let me watch TV during the day and night, and said that the electricity bill was too expensive. I didn't argue with her because I knew what my mother said was just a beautiful excuse. She wants me to spend more time studying. Nevertheless, I can still feel her deep maternal love: I hope my daughter will become a phoenix!

I thank my parents for everything they have done for me. Maybe you will say, this is every parent's obligation to their children, nothing. However, our parents love us far more than we love them. Therefore, what we can do as children is to study hard and make some contributions to society to repay our parents' hard work.

Poverty inherits the wind!

At noon in hot summer, the sun is high in the sky, and there is no wind, which is boring enough. In the distance, cicadas are shouting "It's hot".

Dad told me to go in and buy watermelons, but I can't pick watermelons. If I buy a raw melon, how can I eat it? "Come on, come on, come and buy beautiful watermelons. They are ripe and sweet, and they are returned at a big discount, two yuan a catty." A long-haired young man in a red sweatshirt and blue shorts is standing on a stool, shouting with a trumpet. There are many people around the melon stall, but no one buys it. The latest variety, with high sugar content and sufficient moisture, is sweet and refreshing. If you don't believe me, buy one and try it fresh. I guarantee your satisfaction. I want to buy a second one after eating one! Seeing his appearance is a little "angry", listening to his voice is a little "selling plasters", and my heart begins to hate, "Hum, Lao Wang sells melons"! At this time, the crowd has been booed and talked about. Friend, can you ensure that all your melons are ripe? "Asked a young man who was smoking. Trust me, I'll help you choose and make sure everyone is familiar with it. "The youth selling melons jumped off the stool and answered calmly. "good! Come 10. " "Yes," the long-haired melon seller and his partner quickly selected 10 large watermelons and prepared to weigh them. "slow!" The young man who smokes waved and said slowly; "Cut it all open for me. If one of them is unfamiliar, his legs will all fall off! " After that, I looked at the long-haired young man selling melons like a challenge.

The crowd exploded with a bang. I can't help worrying about the melon seller. The young melon seller suddenly waved his hand: "Good!" 10 Watermelon is put on the chopping board. The onlookers stopped talking and focused on the knife in the hand of the young melon seller. "hey!" The first watermelon with black seeds and red pulp is ripe! The young man selling melons showed confidence on his face. The young man who is smoking is leisurely spitting smoke rings. After a pause, the seller cut the second watermelon with a knife, and the fifth watermelon was also cut and cooked. The smoker sat on the bench, motionless, just admiring the smoke rings he kept spitting out and flicking cigarette butts from time to time. People held their breath and stared at the knife in the hand of the young melon seller. My heart was in my throat, but I just didn't jump out. "Click", the eighth watermelon was cut, red flesh and black seeds, and red juice flowed down the fruit knife. Smokers can't sit still. He threw away his cigarette butt and stared at the remaining two watermelons. The ninth knife is still cooked. The expressions of the two young people are changing in an interesting way. One has answers and looks safe; Fool's eyes, sweat oozing from his forehead. "Click", the tenth watermelon split in two, ha, red again! All ten watermelons are ripe. I am inexplicably relieved, and my heart is relieved.

The crowd was full of excitement and surprise. This time, everyone will see what will happen to young people who smoke. The young man who smokes looks miserable. At this time, the young man with a long head said casually, "don't forget, sir." The young man smoking a cigarette turned and ran away in the laughter of everyone. 10 The cut watermelons were snapped up, and I left with a big watermelon in my arms. In the distance, the annoying cicada stopped and a cool breeze blew slowly.

Yi Deng has a shadow, a tea, a book, a flute and a white skirt.

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Moonlight scatters gorgeous music, lingering in the heart and deep in the bamboo forest, and the lonely flute is still dancing with sad tears. The only thing that makes people warm is the flickering lights among the green leaves, the warm orange light and the cold tunes, which arouse people's elegance. The flute is sometimes euphemistic, sometimes sad, sometimes emotional and sometimes confused. Just like the farewell song in the sky, I can't tell the sadness of this life. Gradually fade away, gradually nothingness, only a few jasper, swaying in the cool wind, dancing, lamenting the impermanence of the world.

Moonlight rippled on the classical windowsill, and a watery Yin Hua exuded beautiful colors, slightly cool and slightly cool. The fine print on the Juanxiu scrolls has faded, the pure white rice paper has long been yellowed, and the lonely lamp has run out of oil. Who will add fragrance to it? Touch the words on the scroll and carve them into your heart word by word. "If not, who will add fragrance to your tea?" Suddenly fell into a frenzy of memories.

At that time, green plums cooked wine and bamboo horses circled the bed; At that time, flowers were seen in the fog, and Jinse Huanian; At that time, he was full of high spirits and lofty sentiments; At that time, lantian jade was as warm as smoke. I once solemnly swore in the peach blossom forest: "Hold your hand, Xu Zi, I will be fine;" Kiss the child and stay with the child forever. "It's a pity that the vows on the petals were scattered in the air by the wind, scattered into mud, turned into mud, and disappeared without a trace. The flowers are all over the building. Why don't you return them?

Black tea adds flavor and softens the heart in all aspects. The delicate hands should have fiddled with the voiceless guqin on a bright moonlit night. They should not add lights, melt ink, make tea or burn incense in the middle of the night. A cup of black tea is fragrant in the moonlight. The tea hangs down, and the beauty looks back and even the swan geese linger; Embrace each other, tianxiang tea is willing to float and pull hair; Beauty is drunk, and when she is drunk, she forgets right and wrong. I don't know where there have been clear tears. A daughter's fragrance charmed the eyes of the world.

I once boasted that "the sky is a chessboard and the stars are children." Who dares to play? " You smiled and said, "The ground is a pipa, and the road is a string. I will play with you." Yes, "however, before she started walking towards us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, and she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us." Painting the west bank of the building and playing the pipa, but unfortunately I am not a happy layman. Beauty is like a dream, how do you ask? Your smile is pure and flawless, and the newly brewed green tea is smoking. "Scented tea should be tasted slowly, from shallow to deep, reading is good, and it is accumulation ..." The dancing green branches and leaves outside the window broke the sun and scattered all over the floor, warm as an ink painting.

The fragrance of the forest has not faded, as if you were still by my side and never left. Close the exquisite carved fan, close the ebony hollow window, return to the yellowed picture scroll, and appreciate the tenderness between the lines. These mottled sighs on the flower wall outline thoughts one by one. Year after year, season after season. Strong bamboo wind can add fragrance to tea.

I heard it again, "If not, who will add fragrance to your tea?" Close the remaining ink roll and blow out the lonely lamp that runs out of oil. In the rustling of bamboo leaves, there is a flute sound, like clouds and fog, like water, the moonlight is fading away, and sweet tea, when will it add fragrance?

The moonlight is cold, the flute is hidden, and the tea fragrance is broken; The scrolls are incomplete, the ink is not dry, and Tianxiang Tea laughs.

-P.S.

Life is a song, a song that sings all the joys and sorrows; Life is a poem, a poem that writes the true meaning of life; Life is a road, a bumpy and colorful road.

Life is not all wishful thinking, how can it be sunny forever? Frustration is a frequent visitor to life. Smiling in the face of setbacks is smiling in the face of life!

Frustration is a melting pot for melting the strong, a stone for sharpening talents, and a mountain for stopping the weak. It not only makes some people cowards, but also makes some people warriors and heroes. The key is to treat setbacks differently.

Smiling in the face of setbacks in life is the blossoming waves in the undercurrent of life, which holds up the boat of life sailing to the other side of hope. The real strong must face life with a smile!

Although the great musician Beethoven was deaf, he played a magnificent life movement; Ostrovsky's misfortune and tenacity made several generations understand how steel was tempered. Qu Yuan was demoted and given Li Sao; Sima Qian was imprisoned and wrote historical records; Zuo Qiu's blindness is based on Zuo Zhuan. ...

Laughter is an open-minded attitude towards life. Only after the storm will there be a gorgeous rainbow in the world. The setbacks in life will become the wings of life.

Laughter is a tragic beauty of life, and only this tragic beauty is the most thrilling. Just like the beauty of the sea lies not in its good weather, but in its stormy waves, which roll up thousands of waves.

Laughter is the sublimation of human spirit to life. Facing life with a smile makes all mankind shine at the moment, emitting a confident and tenacious brilliance.

Let the sadness drift with the wind, let the pain drift with the tide, and let the smile face life!

Smile at life and life will smile back at you.