I am the composition of the scarecrow's senior high school entrance examination.

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can improve our language organization ability. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is what I collected for you. I am a scarecrow's composition for the senior high school entrance examination, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

I am a scarecrow. The world kissed me in pain, but I sang back.

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I am a scarecrow stationed in the wheat field, looking up at the sky every day and guarding the wheat field. Whether facing the sparrows that peck at me every day or the golden wheat waves, I silently stay where I am. I never complain about the world, even if I sacrifice myself, I have no regrets. As long as the wheat field is good, what else do I want?

This boy is new here. He doesn't talk much. He spends most of his time walking alone in the fields or country roads. By chance, he found me, and since then, we have become good friends. This is the first time I have a friend. He will tell me something that makes him happy or sad, and sometimes I will tell him what I saw in the fields, such as autumn harvest and winter storage, and the change of day and night.

Time passed quietly and summer came. The wheat is golden and dazzling, and it is the harvest season again. The wheat field is rolling, and the sky is no longer clear blue, only yellow, which is the color of dusk. People clenched their sickles and harvested nervously and happily.

After the harvest, the field was desolate, leaving only the wheat straw hanging down in the cold wind. The boy hasn't come for several days. Every time I look at that intersection, I hope that the boy will appear the next second.

As the days passed, one night, vaguely, by the dim moonlight, I seemed to see a figure running towards me, a boy! I hugged him excitedly. He is holding a sweater, which is bright red. Boys put it on me, and in an instant, I feel very warm. Even though my body is cold, my heart is warm. That night, that boy leaned against me and said a lot to me. That night, I felt very happy. Finally, he said he was going to another city. "Pa", I felt something broken in my heart, and a tear fell on his cheek. The boy looked at me and put his arms around me. I couldn't sleep that night.

Since then, I haven't seen any boys and have no friends. But I still can't forget the smile he left me when he left.

One night, it suddenly rained heavily. I fell down and lay on the ground, I was cold; Heart, colder. I don't want to stand up again, but I have to stand up because I am a scarecrow.

In the wheat field, under the moonlight, the mountains and rivers are as quiet as Zen. Faint and silent, I stood alone under the deep starry sky, and the evening breeze slapped my thin coat, and I still showed that unchanging smile.

I am a scarecrow. The wind is like a flute across the field, crisp and long, like a wisp of water filled with music. All the blades of grass are jumping happily. They pinched a wisp of wind with their fingertips and danced with the flowing white clouds. I stood by a small purple flower and looked at this wheat field in Huang Chengcheng. At this moment, the wheat waves are rolling, and every grain of wheat is filled with abundant joy.

I am a scarecrow in the field. There are birds resting on my straw hat, and the hot air is blowing on my face. I didn't move, just stood quietly. A little girl came skipping, straightened a hat on my head and pulled out a bunch of small wild flowers on my shoulder. She looked at my shriveled body respectfully, and then picked up the sickle and went home at the urging of her mother.

During the wheat harvest season, even a poetic life will be disrupted by busyness. People are busy in the fields from morning till night, and every wheat has to have a close contact with the sickle. In the wheat field, pieces of wheat fell down, some astringent, some sweet grass fragrance merged into a fog, caged over each wheat field. I watched people cutting wheat. The wheat awn stung their arms and the sickle cut their fingers many times. When the wheat was dried in the yard and the beautiful fragrance of wheat floated in the small yard, the wheat harvest officially ended. And I, just a scarecrow, always guard in the field, watching busy people, saying nothing.

All I can do is to plunge my feet deep into the soil and not move. Whether the breeze gently blows my face or the strong wind slaps my body, I just care about the crops, wheat and vegetables in this field. The wind blows, the rain falls, insects pass by and butterflies fly. I stood silently in the field, guarding this land. This is my mission.

Every year. The earth repeats its rules regularly, and all I can do is follow his rules. See people put away wheat and plant corn, and then put away corn and plant wheat. Otherwise, what can we do? I'm just a scarecrow, standing at the foot of the green hill.

The world is so vast that my heart is full of yearning. Under the clear sky, above the blue waves and colorful clouds in Wan Li, the sound of battle array, who says I don't have a distant dream? Rainbow stands in the sky after the rain, and my blood is boiling. I am eager to walk on the Hongqiao and look down on the land I am guarding to see what it is like. I once imagined that wings would be born under my ribs, and I would be an eagle flying in the sky, flying in the southeast and northwest, even though my grass body was scattered all over the floor.

However, you can't.

Because I am a scarecrow. I wake up with the earth in the morning, and I sleep with the earth in the evening. My feet grew up with the earth, silently guarding him, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I am a scarecrow, guarding hope in warm spring, witnessing growth in fierce summer, and choosing to wave after the golden autumn. Watch the warmth in the ordinary, and look forward to your growth in the watch. -inscription

The scarecrow has been watching the endless wheat fields all his life, accompanying and caring silently with his wings. I am also a scarecrow, and you are my wheat field.

Spring and bright scenery, warm sunshine, you broke away from my arms and walked forward with immature arms and staggered steps. Took a few steps, turned around and gave me a sweet smile. My eyes are pure and innocent, and the satisfaction of victory is on my face. I didn't know there would be bumps in the road ahead, so I turned my head and ran to the front. I didn't follow suit and let you go without hesitation. When you are young, you are not afraid to fall down, because you know that your mother will always be by your side.

You ran to school with a pink schoolbag on your back. When you turned around and said "goodbye", the smile on your face was a little proud and yearning. Although your forehead is wet with sweat and the place you are going to is a little strange, you still walk into the school gate calmly, without fear or worry, because you know that your mother will always be watching you.

The sun is like fire, and Man Cang is a plant. Although you are proud, you are getting richer and more mature. You wheat, explore the edge of personality. When hugging again, the two sides hurt each other, but this is another scene of love. You and I both know that no matter how painful it is, we can heal each other, and I won't give up standing where I am.

Time flies like water, and geese fly south. At the bar mitzvah ceremony, you walked towards me with firm steps and bright eyes from the bustling crowd. That kind of self-confidence and calmness makes you shine in the crowd. Facing you, I am a little flustered: once upon a time, that babble, toddler, that little girl who loves to run, laugh and play, and that coward who wants her mother to accompany her when she sleeps, all became so shiny. You came to hold my shoulder, and that kind of happiness almost melted me, and that kind of reluctance burned my heart.

I know my arm can't cover for you. After this hug, you will find your own direction like a wild goose. You turn around and leave, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I can't accompany you anymore. Although the future time is more about looking at your back, there has always been my affectionate gaze behind it.

Life needs watching, just as a forest needs a ranger and a lighthouse needs a tower keeper.

Although the watchful figure is somewhat lonely, even if I stand like a scarecrow, I will always be by your side.

I am a scarecrow. I stood alone in this golden rice field, staring ahead, waiting for her arrival. ...

On that day, I was performing my duties as a scarecrow as usual. My master came with a little girl. She saw me at a glance, her eyes lit up and ran towards me like a flying butterfly. She came up to me, held her head high, held out her little hand to me and said, "Hello, Scarecrow, my name is Xiaoru, and we have been good friends ever since. What's your name? " I looked at the little guy in front of me and wanted to talk, but I couldn't make a sound.

From then on, she came to talk to me every day and gave me a name. Whenever she meets something happy, she will dance happily in the rice field and listen to her wind chime-like laughter, and her mood will be unconsciously happy. When she is unhappy, she will sit next to me and talk to me slowly. After venting, she will go back to the carefree little girl. She is the only pleasure in my life and brings me infinite warmth.

In this way, I accompanied her for a year. I thought every second would last forever, but there were always some unexpected changes in my life that took her away from me.

It's so gloomy that it seems to drip ink, which makes me a little depressed and feels like something is going to happen. The rain suddenly poured down like a broken bead and hit me.

I vaguely heard her crying. I was anxious to get to her side, but I couldn't take a step. The crying is getting closer and closer, and her figure is becoming more and more clear. I looked at her, trying to see something, but found nothing. She sobbed and told me that her parents were divorced and she was going to other cities with her mother. Before she finished, she was taken away by a man who found a rice field. When she left, she cried and shouted to me, "scarecrow, I will come back to see you." You must wait for me! " "I looked at the distant figure, how much I wanted to respond to her, how much I wanted to hug her, but I could only stand there and do nothing.

Now, I stare at the road in front of her every day and wait for her to come back. I believe that one day, I will wait for her, waiting for the little scarecrow girl who gives me warmth. ...

I am a scarecrow. I face the green hills all day long and the rice waves all day long. In the afternoon, larks fly like that, laugh like that, sing like that ... "Bright moon and cool breeze, ten thousand stars, I sit quietly in the yard, humming a Kubinashi tune song in my mouth, and a cool breeze blows across my cheek, and the smile on my mouth slowly opens. The back of the evening looms in my mind.

Every time I go home, I must pass a path, which is a butter-like wheat field. Several clusters of wheat ears are tied together, stretching their branches and showing their sharpness. The breeze in Xu Lai is full of fragrance. I paced in nature and felt very comfortable. Just as I was wandering around, a car flew by, leaving only an earthy smell and an empty plastic bottle. The original good mood was taken away by this speeding car. I gnashed my teeth and really wanted to drop one and throw the plastic bottle back into the car. Helpless, I had to move on. In the sunset, I seem to see an orange figure. She bent down to pick up something. I went up to find this is a street cleaner, but her wrinkled and callused hands and her white hair with only a few strands of hair make it hard to understand why she is still struggling to make money at such a big age. The light of the sun shone on her vest and reflected in my heart. For a moment, I thought of my grandmother before she died. I slowly leaned down and said to her, "Grandma, let me help you …" She turned around and smiled at me.

On the other side of the wheat field is a green hill. The afterglow of the sun shines on the edge of the green hill, and we walk together on the path beside the wheat field. After walking for a while, she stopped and pointed to the distance, her eyes full of yearning. I looked over there. It was a scarecrow. She looked at me with the same eyes and said to me, "Girl, you are so kind, just like this scarecrow." I just nodded and smiled at her. She said, "It's getting late. Hurry home. Your parents must be waiting for you, and I have to cook for my little granddaughter. " I said goodbye to her and looked at her fading figure and the scarecrow still standing in the wheat field.

Along the way, I wondered what she meant by scarecrow, but I racked my brains without any ideas. Suddenly, I went to the door and looked at my mother's vicissitudes. Suddenly, I understood the scarecrow in the old population.

I am a scarecrow, the old man is a scarecrow, and my parents are scarecrows. All the people in this world who give nothing in return are scarecrows. "The breeze blows on me, and raindrops hit my face ..." A cool breeze blows into my smile and heart. I picked up the bench and walked to the house, still shouting in my heart: I am a scarecrow, I am proud!