Senior three composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are the senior three 10 compositions I collected for you. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

Senior three composition 1 past period

Remember, there was once a seed,

A seed that once germinated in my heart.

It moved, moved to a far, far place.

Every day,

I am used to praying in front of the altar to bless my seeds.

Lying on the altar crying, thinking countercurrent.

once in a while

But inadvertently, tears touched the trajectory of flowers.

Along the veins, through the stems,

Moistened another flower on the other side.

A flower grows against the sun on the other side.

Roll up the wrinkled thin leaves,

Dull. Dry flower stem

Sparse. Sparse root

Lonely yellow halo sunset,

Sprinkle soft light like shallow yellow sand.

The flowers on the other side grow day by day.

Accompany me day by day and bloom colorful flowers.

Take me out of the dark shadows.

Every day; Tiantiandi

In the warm morning when the sun rises, I wake up in the fresh and fragrant air.

On a quiet night, I slept on the same beautiful night.

The flowers on the other side are blooming well.

Learned to grow up in the sun

Every day, I water it carefully.

Fertilize slowly

It has grown up and is a towering tree.

Flowers cover everything.

Petals fluttered and scattered beautifully.

The earth is covered with its soul,

Pave a rugged and winding road,

Stepping through thorns, leaving a broken flower fragrance.

perhaps

You'll regret it if you cultivate it.

Maybe it doesn't have to cut itself like this.

Maybe at some flower show.

Charming posture, elegant pace, beautifully dressed.

It's just that nothing can go back.

Mom, give me a hand.

She told me,

That's someone else's flower.

I can't go near it, I can't touch it.

I will open a flower on my other side.

bless

I stand under the tree.

put one's palms together

A pious blessing, a prayer

Like a lost seed

Best wishes.

Standing under the tree

I waved and turned around.

Farewell.

despise

Hear it whisper.

The song "You at the Same Table"

July 7th is a sunny day. Sunset greeted the arrival of the night, the sun father-in-law was reluctant to go, and the wind mother-in-law was busy coming to watch, which always brought people a burst of coolness.

"Otherwise, let's go to the reservoir!" Mom said with a smile. I was shocked. The reservoir is a place and far away. It is located under the branch forest and above Yin Da, and it takes three or four mountain villages to get there. "I'm not going! So tired, who dares to go! " I retort. My mother smiled and said to me, "I knew you wouldn't dare to go." Suddenly, I got angry. "Laugh at me every time, hum, I'll show you what I can do!" "After thinking about it, I got on my bike, adjusted the speed to the highest level, and strode into the reservoir.

I was driving on a long road, always looking at the scenery and running water along the way. In less than ten minutes, I arrived at a new village: Hanxitou, but I rode all the way to the reservoir. Ten minutes later, I finally arrived. Many things happen. Next, the most difficult level: uphill. I turned the speed to third gear because it would be easier to ride. By this time, I was exhausted and obviously couldn't stand the threat of going uphill. I encourage myself in my heart: I must advance for the goal! I can't let others look down on me! I rode very hard, my sweat was dripping and my hair was soaked. However, success lies ahead. I'm here! I am very happy.

It's downhill below. I didn't even have to ride, so I went down. /kloc-I got home in less than 0/5 minutes, and I showed off to my mother. I am very happy, for the goal, go forward bravely!

In a small village, there is an obedient child, only three years old. His name is Tintin.

One sunny afternoon, Tintin carried his father's "task"-dumping a big bag of garbage. Tintin is moving garbage. Although others are small, their strength is not small! Look: Tintin is bouncing around with a big bag of garbage on his back, and he can't see how hard it is. After a while, when he reached the river, Tintin was an obedient child, but sometimes he was narrow-minded and mostly lazy. When Dingding saw the river, he thought, well ... let's throw the garbage here. Dad doesn't know anyway. Then Tintin shouted, "Ah-hey!" There is an extra bag of garbage by the river far away from Tintin. Ding Ding went home in high spirits.

Xiaohei cried, so sad.

Xin Li happened to see this when he came over. She thought, Oh, why is Tintin so naughty? So Li Xinran came and grabbed Tintin's arm and said, "Tintin, you ..." "Hey, it's my sister Li Xin. I haven't seen you for a long time. By the way, what can I do for you? " Tintin made a naughty expression and stuck out his tongue at Li Xinyi and said. Li Xin said angrily, "Tintin, you are a very good boy. Why did you throw garbage into the river? " ? The river is crying. "

Tintin began to be very sensible. He knows that he shouldn't throw rubbish into the river. Later, he was at a loss. How can the river cry?

"Sister Xin Li, I know it's wrong for me to throw garbage into the river, but how can the river cry?" Tintin cocked his head and asked Xin Li. Xin Li squatted down and smiled and said to Ding Ding: "You threw the garbage by the river, of course you didn't feel it!" Tintin was even more puzzled: "No, sister, how did you feel it?" Li Xin stood up, looked at the river of tears and said to Tintin, "I felt it with my heart. Look, there are so many garbage dumps by the river. What would you do if you were the river? " Ding Ding said: "I will be sad, I may cry, because I don't agree with others throwing garbage next to me." Li Xin became serious: "So, Tintin, you all think so, let alone Xiaohei?" "I know!" Ding Ding said, "I throw the garbage into the garbage station!" " "

Tintin picked up the garbage and ran to the garbage station.

Xiao He smiled, so happy!

Senior three, composition four, yesterday's sadness as tonight's thoughts,

The tears of last night boiled into the blood of today;

Facing the ruins and broken walls,

Overlooking the broken mountains and rivers;

I can't immerse myself in sadness anymore,

I can no longer Lacrimosa;

Look, the bright red flag is waving to us again.

Her bright red lights up the dark road ahead;

It's her, it's her,

She's guiding us through the ruins,

She is guiding us to revive the mountains and rivers;

Yesterday has passed,

I came today;

Looking at the bright red flag,

Tall buildings stand in the ruins,

Beautiful mountains and clear waters;

Without sadness, tears and complaints,

Because yesterday's sadness turned into tonight's thoughts,

Because last night's tears became today's blood,

Because yesterday's crying has also been caressed for today's laughter.

Quite picky people know the arrival of autumn from the fall of a leaf. Metaphor through individual subtle signs, we can see the development trend and results of the whole situation. Source: "Huai Nanzi said that the mountain training": "When you see a leaf falling, you know that one year is over." Song Tang Geng's Luwen quoted Tang poetry;

"Mountain monks don't know the number of Jia Zi, and a leaf falls into the world." Since ancient times, autumn has been a symbol of sadness and a manifestation of decline. Images in nature give people a kind of * * *, which is naturally associated with the four seasons of life from the four seasons of the universe. Looking at the autumn leaves swaying in the autumn wind, I always want to interpret them from another angle.

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Autumn is coming to an end and winter is coming. The dress on my body has also changed from thin to thick.

The leaves in the nearby yard and the leaves in the distant mountains show their respective postures and faces throughout the crisp autumn season. There are stretched, withered, upside down and branches, floating in the wind, purples, reddish, golden, dark green and green. All this seems to explain the "autumn" season.

I don't know what kind of life song is flowing in the messy meridians of "leaves", but I like to appreciate them from shallow to deep, and then gradually fall with the wind, showing the indifferent and calm process in the formula. From the leaves, I really feel the colorful and varied autumn, and feel the richness and massiness of autumn.

Red leaves, every late autumn, because of her fiery red color, many photographers aim at her. Although my photography skills are poor, every late autumn, I always think of the pieces of red leaves that blend into Shan Ye, and let the camera record her bloody life color.

I have never been with Hongyechang. Facing her, I may not realize too much connotation, but when I closed the camera and concentrated, I found that she looked so bright red and clear in the sunset. After experiencing the spring season and hot summer, in this late autumn season, she turned green, chose bright red to show her face and continued her life across the river of spring and summer. She is persistent, simple, deep and passionate, and pours her feelings into lonely valleys and silent hills. Let that touch of blood-red life light up the autumn season and stimulate the free and unrestrained and romantic after maturity.

In late autumn, Ginkgo biloba leaves in Huang Chengcheng became the object for photographers to record golden autumn colors. There is a row of ginkgo trees on the sidewalk in front of the spacious French window in my living room. The leaves in spring are light green, while those in summer are slightly dark green and plump. In autumn, the color of ginkgo leaves began to change from shallow to deep, and gradually turned yellow.

I remember one late autumn, I visited Daciyan, a temple in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a tall ginkgo tree next to the temple, and the leaves of Huang Chengcheng are luxuriant and covered with branches. Looking up, Ginkgo biloba leaves in the sun are like handfuls of small cattail leaf fans, and like golden, bright, transparent and beautiful butterflies. Leaves are scattered under the tree, like a golden carpet. I picked up a leaf and stroked it carefully in my hand. Not smooth, but not rough. The autumn wind took away its moisture, which was a little hard. There is a small crack in the middle of the leaf, as if someone accidentally tore it open. I raised the leaves in my hand and looked at the direction of the sun. The meridians on the leaves are clearly visible, extending from the stem to the edge of the leaves.

I can't name the dark green leaves in front of and behind the house. They all show their true feelings indifferently and calmly in the four seasons of the universe with their different shapes and faces, and continue and circulate their lives.

Autumn is a symbol of being old, mature and free. Autumn has a prosperous and innocent romantic realm, and autumn leaves are colorful.

In the sun, I stared at the clearly visible meridians on the leaves, how much like human blood vessels? From the four seasons of the universe to the four seasons of life, I seem to realize what a song of life is flowing in the clearly visible meridians on the leaves.

Because of expectation, giving is happiness.

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About a month ago, the head of our dormitory had a whim and put a pot of artificially cultivated soil on the balcony of the dormitory, which contained two pumpkin seeds. It makes us laugh and cry to see her in a hurry to turn our dormitory into a pumpkin planting area. But watching us read or study every day, even the only place to rest seems so lifeless. These two intact pumpkin seeds inevitably give us some comfort. Everyone began to take care of it with their own "three-legged cat" feeding experience.

Two weeks have passed, and these two pumpkin seeds are really calm and have no reaction at all. We can't wait to peel them off and see "what medicine is sold in the gourd?" Or complain from time to time: "Is there too much water?" "Is it too hot?" Or shout at the head of the room, "What inferior seeds did you buy here?" But people are still watering it, and they seem to be more worried than before.

One morning, I went to the washstand in a daze, wet the towel, threw it on my face, wiped it clean, took a deep breath and felt refreshed. Inadvertently saw that little green. I immediately turned my head away, afraid to look again, and turned to ask myself, "I didn't wake up, did I?" "Wow!" I let out a cry of excitement, turned around and couldn't wait to wave to the back: "Hey, hey! Come and see! " Everyone responded lazily: "What?"

"What are you looking at?" I suppressed my excitement: "The pumpkin has sprouted!" ""huh? " Everyone gave a cry with one voice, and Daou even "pulled" his face out of the towel. In this way, pumpkins fill our hearts with joy and happiness.

Looking at the growing pumpkins, I can't help but think of another group of people who are full of expectations. Their expectations are lifelong. Just like the pumpkin we planted, we knew it was impossible to grow a pumpkin with such a little soil and such a small flowerpot, but we still didn't give up. Growing up, I have a lot of expectations for you. Even if hope will turn into disappointment, I have been giving selflessly. For us, even if they use it for a lifetime, they won't regret it. As long as they see our healthy and happy growth, this is their happiness.

It is precisely because of the expectation that even if there is no result, it is happiness.

Senior Three Composition 7 We Are Adults —— Written on Adult Day

Say goodbye to yesterday's blooming youth. Today, we have entered the ranks of adult citizens.

We are adults, and our lives have begun to mature. We should be optimistic about what kind of person we should be, understand what kind of person we should be and what we should know. We have struggled, struggled and lost. Looking back suddenly, everything left to us is fleeting, which makes us understand what we really need.

We are adults, how can we live in the future? Looking at my parents' white hair, my crazy body and my rebellious character, we suddenly feel sorry and sad.

As adults, we still have many unfulfilled dreams, many things to do, many neglected scenic spots, gratitude for parents' upbringing and social responsibilities. Therefore, we dare not slack off, let alone let the most glorious time in our lives flow away gently.

As adults, we began to be dissatisfied with the status quo, began to pursue our own happiness and happiness, and began to sing all the way regardless.

We are adults, we know how to choose, know how to be generous, know how to cherish problems, and we love life.

As adults, we have learned to look down on fame, status and money. We untied all the shackles around us and really enjoyed the gifts given to us by life.

As adults, we began to play exciting music on the strings of life with passion and madness, so that all restless things could return to calm and beauty.

When we are adults, when we encounter love and beauty, we learn to appreciate and praise, and we can restrain that impulsive gentleness. While appreciating love and beauty, let yourself be more mature, have a broader mind and have a unique charm.

We are adults and have understood the importance of life, because we are open-minded and have figured it out. Life is like a cup of tea. We have tasted the faint fragrance and bitterness dying on the tip of our tongue. Our hearts are quiet and profound in the tea rhyme, elegant and pure, and the sky is high and the clouds are light, which can accommodate the sun, the moon and the stars. We all enjoy it, and we can walk calmly whether it is sunny or sunny.

When we grow up, we will build a gentle and harmonious society with pure hearts.

Time flies, the last page of the calendar will become a picture printed on the back cover of the years, and our steps will be bound on the cover of the season. We are in senior three.

Where there is a dream, the sun always rises, and where there is a dream, the moon is always hazy. All of us in senior three are full of ambitions and dreams. If the winged eagle is higher than the sky, it is like a surging river expressing its feelings for the earth. It seems ridiculous to others, but we do have such confidence and courage.

In this important period, the most important thing is mentality. In fact, I have always understood the truth that falling leaves know autumn, and I am convinced. Until a hot summer day, walking in on the boulevard, a touch of green fell on his palm, sighing that leaves had fallen and turned green this summer, and sighing that he had such courage. So I had an epiphany. Although leaves can germinate and turn green before spring comes, they will wither after begging. So can we get into this state early and keep it, even if we are not a senior three? Because learning is endless, we should take it for granted because it is necessary.

In this process, there will definitely be failures and tears, but this is definitely not the mainstream of our study. We are definitely getting closer and closer to our dreams in the right direction, because we firmly believe that a person without tears has empty eyes, and a person without dreams is night. All failures and tears will be the promoters of our success. There will be success only if there is failure, and there will be rainbow only if there is wind and rain.

In fact, I am used to the coolness at six o'clock in the morning and the dim light by the bed at night. We will not be lonely, because we know that we are not alone. There are many people who are working as hard as we are, and loving parents are cheering for us, so we are full of motivation and hope, and we are not afraid of the endless night at all.

The most important thing in senior three is passion, just like a mighty river flowing eastward, but it is not magnificent and inevitably loses its motivation; It is also like a plum blossom blooming alone in the cold. There is no contrast of snow, just a lack of some charm. Study is still the same. You can't just rely on the patience of hard work. What is indispensable is passion. In fact, with it, patience will come naturally, and you will be able to do anything with ease and your chances of success will increase. Because he told us we could do it.

Time goes by mercilessly. We should catch up and fill the coming year with sweat. Enrichment makes us happy, with no regrets. Seize success, every opportunity, is the current task, opportunities will not fall from the sky, but we should create and fight for it ourselves.

Senior three is a hard year, a full year, a rare year and a happy year. Let's enjoy it, enjoy the fun of fighting with you and leave good memories for the future.

Give and you will get back. Even if it is not proportional, it will leave you with valuable experience and lessons. So we should pay decisively and do our best. May our sweat make this seed grow sturdily and bear fruitful fruit in autumn.

No matter how you feel about the upcoming senior three, fear, expectation, excitement or worry.

Senior three, composition 9, the exam is over again. I thought I did well in the exam!

I don't think it will be bad if you don't work hard! The opposite is true. Looking at the horrible answers and dazzling scores, I am so sad that I can no longer care about it and ignore it. Listening to the teacher loudly announce the high scores of others, my face turned red! No longer self-righteous, no longer smart, pay and harvest will always be proportional!

People work hard, they are serious, and they have achieved good results. As for me, I never do my own homework, never do problems when I go home, and never recite when I have time. Mobile phones, novels and games will always fill all my time! Finally, finally, the lesson is coming! Everyone did well in the exam, and I was in tears with a low score paper! Stop dreaming and wake up! I said to myself!

You don't work hard, others work hard, you are not serious, others are more serious than you, then you have to regress! Don't read novels, don't play games, have a look, look at your test paper and look back at your life; Think about it, think about your achievements, think about your previous dreams, think about your goals, and work hard at once! It's not too late, or it's really too late. You will regret it later, then it will be too late. Don't think you can repeat, don't think about taking the exam again, instead of working hard then, why don't you work hard now? You feel very painful whether you learn or not. In that case, why waste your time and time? Of course, the current exam is only for preparing for the college entrance examination. If you do well in the exam, don't be proud. Make persistent efforts. If you don't do well in the exam, find out the problem and solve it, and you will make progress!

Get rid of everything that tempts you! Start working hard now, and you will certainly make progress!

Don't look down on others' hard-working classmates. That's the truth. Nerd students who only memorize are better than you. If you don't work hard, you can only be left behind by others! Wake up, stop daydreaming, time can't go back, there is no second youth, now work hard, I just want to live up to my youth. Stop dreaming and wake up. Only when you are awake can you achieve your ideal goal. Senior three, endless exams, endless questions, endless books, so many, so many, so tired, so tired! But the present efforts are for future enjoyment. The hard work now is nothing, and it is not hard now. I don't know how many times it will be difficult in the future!

I am lazy, so I decided to work hard now! You, come and work with me!

On New Year's Eve this year, our whole family happily got together to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Suddenly, a song appeared on TV, called "Where has all the time gone?" Listening, I saw my mother who had been doing housework with tears in her eyes. I looked at my mother curiously and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Dad said, "son, your mother was moved to tears." Where has the time gone? " Mom's time is spent on you ... "I looked at my red-eyed mother blankly and thought," Isn't time passing day by day? Where can I go? Why does mother feel sad when listening to music? "

The Spring Festival Gala is still going on, but my mother has never been idle. She bathed my brother and changed clothes, helped me wash fruits and snacks, washed all our changed clothes, and put all the new clothes we wore on the first day of the first month of the first month on the bed ... My mother is like a gyro that can't stop, constantly busy for our two brothers. My father asked me again, "Son, don't you know where my mother's time has gone?"

Oh, I finally understand where my mother's time has gone. My mother is busy day and night for our two brothers. She spends all her time with us. She should care about our health and study. Her wish is that we can grow up happily, safely and healthily. But mother herself is old, and she quietly asks her father to pull out the new white hair on her head. ...

Mom, my son has it.