Composition suitable for senior high school students to extract

1. Tears in your eyes make you worry about people.

Look at the broken flowers and sunset clouds, and you will know your worries with joy. When the traces of years leave only an empty shell on themselves, life may really be like passing clouds and smoke, and it will eventually turn into dust as dull.

It's hard to find warmth in this season of withered grass and withered eyes. The bleak autumn wind drifts around like a fallen leaf with a bleak mood, looking forward to the destination of your impossible soul.

"Things are different, everything keeps going, and tears flow first." Everything in my life has changed so much that I am speechless. Because everything is unsatisfactory, there are many grievances and helplessness in my heart. I know this may be just because of my own vulgarity and humbleness, and I missed everything. And I can only drag my tired body to face the sudden life. Only by struggling can I be qualified to look forward to a bright future. Only by struggling can we have everything that should belong to us.

I feel a little sympathy when I see the gloomy eyes of others when they are sad, but who can comfort and sympathize with their own pain? Often a person sighs alone, lamenting the dribs and drabs of life, lamenting his numbness and helplessness, lamenting the smallness and insignificance of his strength, unable to adapt to life but difficult to change it, but the road will continue.

With the fleeting youth like water and dreamlike youth, I get the scars left by the years, and then I engrave them in my heart with tears. I know that what I wrote with my youth was a blank and regret, and what I bought with my years was ignorance and debauchery.

After a hard and painful life, I found that I hated myself so much. Now I just want to live and study quietly and face difficulties and frustrations bravely. Living in the crevice of pain is a kind of melancholy and hopeless mood for the future. Hate to face everything with a straight face. Laughter is just a wry smile to cover up the emptiness inside. Want to cry but can't cry happily. Occasionally, a few words to comfort yourself seem so pale and powerless. Living such a life in such a world, all ups and downs, all joys and sorrows, all thoughts and all troubles are swaying in the wind with their uncertain hearts.

The autumn wind blows over the water, causing ripples, as if the heart is shaking. I don't want to enjoy the sadness of autumn wind, but I am sad alone in it.

Look at the ebb and flow of the tide, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, what is the geometry of life?

However, when will the troubles heartbroken, the road locked in the spring and autumn, and the long yellow sand flow stop?

Who cares? I came and went in a hurry, and my head turned white, but I saw the sky was dim, stormy and tearful.

At this moment, I woke up from my dream, and bitter tears made me forget everything.

2. Senior three girls

The girl looked at those counseling books, big and small, and suddenly cried. ? The girl is very tired and tired, and an old song has been echoing in her ear. That fragmented voice

Sing: a pawn crossing the river, a wanderer in a foreign land, maybe, maybe there was a distant place that was my ideal, oh, now, it's gone.

A place where I stopped ... a place I once dreamed of ...? A pawn crossing the river. There is no turning back. ? I never thought this kind of life would be so bitter and tiring. I walked on the crowded road with a heavy cross step by step, and no one cheered me in that strange and noisy crowd-do you understand me? Empty. Do you know that all my time is occupied by study? I don't even have a Sunday, I don't have a happy mood, and I don't even want to see the sky anymore. Don't you know that spring has come to walk on by from plowed land? ..... I can't cry. ? Because I can't open my heart full of tears. ? I am destined to walk slowly like this. My other shore is in July, and many people call it "Black July". But I don't know the ending. I'm afraid of the end, just like a child is afraid of the night. I'm afraid that failing in the exam will bring things that my shoulders can't bear. Now my greatest happiness is looking forward to the scene after being admitted to college. Some people say that this is "sitting in hell and watching heaven"? Oh, it's empty. I have been thinking about you for so long in such a gentle and quiet mood.

The girl cried sadly. At first, she sobbed softly, and then she became louder and louder, presumptuous and free.

Bound to cry, cry out those messy, illusory and seemingly wronged things in my heart, and jump out of those invisible things, which seems to be absent.

Can be placed and suppressed for too long, and the tenderness that is suppressed too deeply cannot cry freely. After crying, the girl felt very happy, but she still felt that there was something in her heart that she would never have.

The faint loss that people feel. The girl's eyes looked around blankly. When she caught a glimpse of the dusty picture folder in the corner, she suddenly had an impulse and jumped.

Get up and hold the photo tightly in your arms. Today, I should go to Yueming Lake to sketch. She thought, for sure. Yueming Lake is a famous place in the town where the girl lives.

Scenic spot, not far from the city, only ten minutes' walk. The girl walked with a picture clip on her back, kicking pebbles on the side of the road, inexplicably excited. end

Unexpectedly, I haven't taken this road to recite this picture clip for months. When I arrived at Yueming Lake, I looked at the calm and green lake, and the world was suddenly enlightened.

Let's go The girl took a long deep breath and seemed to see the extremely pale and distant cloud. She was full of good wishes for herself and she was physically and mentally healthy.

All melted in the green and blue sky ... After a long time, the girl went to the hillside by the lake. The top of the mountain is a forest, where birds can be found.

Have a bird's eye view of the whole lake, or sketch, or take photos, or simply sit on a branch and read a book of Xi Murong's poems. Simple and beautiful, it makes people feel high.

It's a pity that girls haven't enjoyed such happiness for a long time. On the top of the mountain, there is already a person quietly drawing. It's a little girl, with a big one standing next to her.

People. The girl crept past them, as quiet as a shadow, afraid to disturb them. She found her place and began to get pregnant.

What are you drawing? Lake water? Away from the mountains? Or a boat? They may have been painted. Besides, they are so static, they always remind people of their lives ... painting.

What? How to draw? ..... This girl is restless. The photo folder is still a blank sheet of paper. ? "Dad, do you think the left wing is too big?" that

Suddenly there came a child's sweet voice. "Well, it's a little big, but it's still too small compared with your ideal of being a painter every day." ? "dad

Dad is so bad! "The girl involuntarily walked past. She's curious. She wants to see what the little girl with big wings has drawn. Super little girl

The child's father smiled in a friendly way, leaned over and looked at the photo folder, and couldn't help but "ah". ? "Kite!" The little girl cocked her head, naive and arrogant.

Proud to say. The girl's eyes closed into a beautiful black line. The thing in the picture is really unimaginable that it is a kite. The girl saw the little girl's father facing.

She smiled and said, "But where can I buy a kite here?" "Want to bai. Kite, how free and unrestrained! How beautiful! " The little girl said it well

That's great. The girl paused, feeling horribly realistic. Do I have to sketch when painting outside? When did you start to lose those simple desires?

Watching? When the little girl paints, the first thing she thinks of is a kite flying freely in the sky, but what she thinks of is a pool of stagnant water! How terrible. How did you?

Yao (the legendary leader of the tribal alliance in the late period of China's ancient patriarchal clan society) ... "Don't you ask your sister to draw you a big kite every day?" "Is that all right? Sister. " The little girl immediately changed her tone and pleaded.

The girl smiled and quickly drew a carefree kite on the paper. The girl said timidly, "will you exchange mine for yours?" My daughter

The child looked surprised and blushed: "But you draw better than me! Why do you want mine? " Without saying anything, the girl grabbed the little girl's painting. My daughter

The child's father is laughing, and the little girl is laughing, which is a pure smile; The girl smiled, too, so happy and happy. ? "Next Sunday,

Will my sister still come here to teach me to draw? "The little girl's voice is pure and sweet forever. The girl paused, and the face reflected by the sun was gentle, lovely and firm.

Qiang: "OK." Senior three girls