How to write a composition at the beginning and end of yourself?

1. Extract the beginning and end of the composition and write the beginning yourself:

1, there are many things in my mind, many of which are blurred by the running time, but there is one thing I can't forget.

In the long river of my memory, there are happy things and sad things, but the most unforgettable thing is what happened in ….

Childhood is like a river. Under the sunlight of the morning sun, the waves are rippling and full of joy. In the crisp autumn season, it's ... really interesting.

Ending:

1. Every time I see a puppet, I think of many things from the past. These memories always remind me to be an honest child in my mind.

Time has passed, but my heart has not been calm for a long time. Love is like the tide, which stirs waves in my heart again and again.

I don't know if growing up is a beautiful pain, but I know that love can make me forget the pain. Maybe this is love, this is love. It is also my sister who makes me feel warm. Jumping rope locked my sister and me.

Write my composition at the beginning and the end. I need an article with a beginning and an end. Although the air in April is still a little cold, spring is slowly stretching before my eyes. Roughly speaking, I have been in college for almost two years, so this spring should be no stranger. On a warm spring day, I stood under a big ginkgo tree on campus, as if I had returned to that deja vu spring and entered the cycle of seasons. ...

Last year, it was also a beautiful spring day. I walked past this big ginkgo tree and wandered around Dagong's campus, looking for the warmth of spring. Magnolia quietly blooms. It is always the first flower of all. She can't even wait for the leaves to grow. White petals, such as porcelain jade, stretch incisively and vividly against the almost transparent blue sky, and have a kind of beauty without hiding or scruple. At that time, I had just started the second semester of college life, and my dreams were accumulating bit by bit. I always feel that there are too many things to achieve, but I am hesitant in my heart. The bloom of magnolia includes the accumulation and expectation of the whole winter, just like a person's accumulation process; I will give anything for the most beautiful moment. When the campus is full of new green and flowers, I also gain full confidence.

When this new green cluster becomes cool in summer, it will also attract the envy of other school students. They said that this naturalness and generosity reflected the profound charm of the university. Under the big ginkgo tree in front of the main building is my favorite place. Such a ginkgo tree seems to appear in a fairy-tale dream. He looks at people enjoying the cool like an old man. I used to sit quietly on the stone bench under the tree for a long time, watching the leisurely pigeons and magpies; Once I chatted aimlessly with my good friends here, I suddenly found a toddler staggering ... Every time I came here, I was happy, and my mouth would rise inadvertently, remembering my comfort.

The impression about last autumn is the dribs and drabs we collected on campus when we were studying photography. The campus in the lens is a bit strange, and we really live in it. During the day, I like riding a folding bike on the path and breathing the breath of the sea breeze blowing in the distance; I like the peace after the strong wind. On the night with the moon, I step on thick ginkgo leaves to cover the whole road. I like to go through the woods where magpies hide, climb Niu Jiao Mountain and stare at the mature autumn campus in the distance.

When it comes to avoiding the cold, the first thing that comes to mind is the big classroom in the octagonal building. Maybe sunshine likes it here, too, otherwise how can it spread a little precious warmth here in winter? Sunlight not only reflects its spaciousness, but also depicts its antiquity. There is no way to know how many people have taken classes here and how many people have enjoyed the sunshine here, but there will certainly be many people who miss the warmth here as much as I do. The polished and shiny desktop records its history, but it can't tell its story. Holding a cup of hot tea, taking out my own books, indulging in my own time, gradually forgetting what season and where.

Campus should never be a simple splicing of buildings or a simple transfer of knowledge. Its trees, flowers and rocks should all have their own stories, different stories. This is not only a place where we study, but also a place where we keep our youth, and it is an eternal memory that stays in our hearts.

3. Excerpts from the beginning and end of a good composition. As long as you have the beginning and end and meet the requirements well, the rain at the beginning of 1 is splashing and nourishing the earth. Quietly, the rain stopped and the earth was full of vitality. A rainbow crosses the sky, like a colorful bridge. Clouds float slowly, and the sun opens the white barrier and jumps out at once. The warm sunshine shines on the earth. The bird is dusting. Flying in mid-air, or singing on a tightrope, just like the notes in the staff. The song is crisp and euphemistic, very beautiful. There are glittering pearls on the leaves, reflecting the sunshine and dazzling. When it falls, it will make a "tick-tock" sound, like playing a cheerful music. It will eventually become a crystal spray in my heart. In the early summer night sky, the music fountain in the square in the area is particularly charming. At 20 o'clock sharp, the performance began, the music sounded, and the water splashed with beautiful melodies: sometimes like blooming flowers, the petals stretched around; Sometimes it is like a crystal clear and lifelike water butterfly, flapping its wings and flying around the pool; Sometimes it is like a glittering and translucent barrier, which makes people intoxicated in the hazy. A piece of music is coming to an end, accompanied by colorful lights, full of poetry and painting. Finally, everyone was immersed in a happy atmosphere, and laughter echoed throughout the square. This beautiful summer night, this charming music fountain! At first, spring came quietly like a shy girl. With a gentle wave of her hand, the earth is full of spring and vitality. Look, the earth has come back to life, singing and dancing, and hibernating animals have slept in to welcome this beautiful world. The grass sticks its head out of the soil and looks forward to this brand-new world; Willows comb their hair by the stream, and the warm wind blows "flying"; Bamboo shoots are not afraid of hardship, and they keep drilling upwards. In spring, the sky is particularly blue, birds are flying happily and clouds are changing quietly. The stream is exceptionally clear, and even if the road ahead is difficult, he will go forward bravely; The air is particularly fresh, with the smell of rain, which makes people intoxicated in this vibrant picture. At the end of spring, it is so subtle, so shy and so charming that it will make her daydream and irresistible. At the beginning, when I was in contact with my mother, I didn't feel much. But after living on campus, I found that every time I went home, my mother nodded her nose intimately, and every time I went home, without exception. Is this love? Finally, little by little love makes me rise on the road of life. Little by little love makes me regain my confidence and belief when I am sad. Little by little love will last forever in the world ... 5 At first, in this rainy city, my mood became damp, and I always missed some fragments that disappeared in the years inexplicably. The residual image appears repeatedly in my dream, which is white, a snowy day. The cold snow is unusually warm in the dream. There is no dialogue in the dream, only inexplicable traction, as if ... it seems that there is one thing I have been waiting for for for many years ... Finally, let me make a small wish in the days when snowflakes are flying all over the sky: let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings and fly to the place where it wants to go, so that the future days can move forward truly and happily. Finally, the snow stopped, melted and there was nothing left-this is a new year! Today is New Year's Eve, a day for family reunion, and the whole city is shrouded in a festive atmosphere. In the end, the fireworks are gone, and the night sky is still the original night sky. Those beauties are just a flash in the pan after all ... the first day of the first month, the Spring Festival, and the fifteenth day of the first month to see lanterns. "I grew up listening to this nursery rhyme. I spent 15 Spring Festival, 15. There is always a different feeling every year. The Lantern Festival is over, and most of the excitement of the New Year has passed the first month, almost gone. Then, wait until the next Lantern Festival, let's gather under the same brilliant starry sky, set off fireworks together and share that warm mood! At the beginning, you held up the blue sky with your hands among the white clouds and scattered a ray of light. Flowers smile and stand upright like games. Forsythia suspensa holds a golden trumpet in the sky, green leaves dance happily, and cheerful songs flow from its mouth. With the breeze, you planted hope on a piece of land, and the raindrops played with wind chimes to help you moisten everything. I can't hear the sigh of Yi 'an layman anymore. I can't bear too much worry. "This petal-like fragile poetess laments spring and sighs autumn, and the years have turned into affection in her hands, making her" as thin as yellow flowers ". Only your wisdom can warm that cold and fragile heart. After being sad again and again, it will be an encounter and full of vitality. You write wisdom on white clouds and let the sun shine all day! Finally, you look down at the white clouds, you call in the green hills, you ripple in the sea, you stay in my heart forever ... At the beginning, in the bleak and monotonous winter, you always look forward to spring. I wish her grass grows and warblers fly, I wish her silk carpet blows the embankment, I wish her thousands of trees are beautiful and blue, I wish her bluegrass is crisp. I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red rain. Finally, spring came. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope. At first, when spring came with her unique new green, it was really fascinating. When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls. Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green eyes are all green, gently touching our eyes. There is also a little red, a little yellow, a little pink, and a little purple flashing like stars, which also makes us shine at the moment. So, let me really feel a magical beauty. At the beginning, the severe winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to the world. Spring is a beautiful season, a poetic season; Spring also means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery, and poems can be seen everywhere. Walking through the ancient poetry garden, I saw the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which was dazzling. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it. Finally, the poet sent it out with the sight of geese and ducks riding the peach blossom.