Senior three Chinese monthly exam composition

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has dealt with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the composition I collected for the monthly exam of senior three Chinese for reference only. Let's have a look.

I like spring and bright sunshine. I like summer and its green trees. I like autumn, like its sweet and sour fruits; I like winter, and I like the snow in winter ... However, the beauty of all this seems to be far away from us.

Listen-in the morning, from the crow of the rooster, the forest began a busy day: birds sang softly on the branches, ants began to look for food everywhere, squirrels kept looking for pine cones, frogs were busy preparing for the concert ... what a wonderful picture! But what about people? They raised their guns to hunt, and the gunfire broke the harmony of the forest. Then, people return home with full loads, but they don't know the consequences of killing animals themselves.

Look-when the storm hit us, it was the trees that blocked the sandstorm for us; When the air is polluted, trees provide us with fresh oxygen … but what are people doing? They picked up saws and machetes and cut down trees at will up the mountain, making the number of trees less and less. However, has it ever occurred to people? What would the world be like without trees?

Not only that, people have built factories on fertile land, which emit harmful smoke and waste every day and pollute water sources. There are many cars on the roads in the city, and cars emit harmful gases. The clear river becomes turbid, and the sweet air becomes choking.

Dear people, the earth is our home and the environment is the most important factor in our life. What will we face if there is no environment? Is it the greenhouse effect? Is it dirty? Is it acid rain? Is it dark? No, it isn't, but it can't live on the earth. Looking back now, how terrible it is not to have a good environment! Therefore, we should start from ourselves and protect the environment.

How do we protect our home? We should plant all kinds of trees, do not chop down trees indiscriminately, do not litter, pay attention to hygiene and keep the campus clean. Variety of flowers and plants, saving water, protecting animals and not destroying water sources ... we still have to keep our promises. We want to make our future life rich in water, tree-lined, desert-free, and natural disasters-the seabed is rich in products and the lawn area is larger ... so that our environment will become beautiful, clean, green and more beautiful.

Students, let's take action and spread the seeds of environmental protection to all corners of the world. Let's start with the little things, and start with the little things around us. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility!

At this moment, the teacher came into the classroom and took out a spare pen. This is the first monthly exam since I transferred to another school.

During the exam, the students were absorbed in writing the test paper. There is no sound in the classroom, only the sound of rustling. In my heart, it is like a lively rabbit running and jumping, as restless as a restless lake: I must be serious. I handed in my papers with trepidation, sitting in my seat and remembering the contents and topics on the test paper. What should I do? I stopped. Suddenly, I realized that I should have a spare one. I wrote in a hurry, fearing that it would be rolled up soon, and everyone was "working hard". The noisy classroom immediately became silent, and I could clearly hear my breathing, which made my heart pounding and I was so anxious about the first monthly exam.

A worrying bell rang, and soon I closed my pen. Looking at the handwriting in front of me, I realized that my handwriting was too scrawled and too small. My heart is full of guilt, I regret it, and some are ecstatic about success.

"winding." Suddenly, my heart became uneasy at the teacher's command. "Knock, knock ..."

The teacher's footsteps are getting closer and closer. Some think with a pen, others think about the text like a spring and write the answers on the test paper. Some frown because they can't think of the answer: what should I do? I was in a panic. Suddenly, the monthly exam paper flew like a snowflake. After using the correction tape, I will definitely deduct one point and two points. This is also the first time in my life. I warned myself again and again.

During the exam, I was too busy opening my pencil case to be careless. Just as I finished writing the basic questions and reading questions, my pen suddenly ran out of ink. My ears are full of students talking about the answers to the test paper. I don't listen to them, and I don't want to discuss with them. I'm afraid I'll know in advance that I will fail the exam.

Everyone has his own story.

Every morning when I go to school, I always see a middle-aged woman limping along the same road step by step, as if practicing walking.

Every day after school, on that street corner, there will be a couple shouting to sell fruits with loudspeakers, and their son will lie prone in the dim light to do his homework, from green leaves to autumn leaves, from short-sleeved shirts to down jackets, every day.

When I got home, the 80-year-old man on the first floor was still sitting under the tree, smiling and greeting me and saying, "You came back from school." I don't know how many spring and autumn this tree has gone through, but it seems that it has been sitting there all the time, from the moment I arrived and left, until forever. And his appearance, like that tree, has long been engraved into my memory and time.

There are many student apartments in the community yard, where many students live. They go out early and return late every day, in groups of three or five, becoming a half-way scenery. Their home is far away, and they come here to study. And their families, in that distant place, facing the loess, are working hard for their children's future.

The stationery store at the door has been handling goods recently. The hostess who was pregnant for the second time said that people would not let her do it, and later all the shops around her became restaurants. As far as I can remember, this stationery store has stood for many years.

There used to be a shoe stall in the night market outside the park. I always bought shoes there for many years when I was a child. When I grew up, I stopped patronizing. Go again now, the man has already left.

Back to the house I called home two years ago, the square stone that I used to like to sit on has been broken into several pieces, and the memory of Parthenocissus tricuspidata is covered with new iron railings. I used to be familiar with faces, but now I have fewer old friends and more new faces. Children who used to fight all day have now become polite students-only the street lamps are still dim and the moonlight is still bright.

In everyone's life, there will always be many people, perhaps passing by, perhaps becoming attached to life, perhaps meeting by chance, perhaps unforgettable; I will also leave many people, maybe smiling and turning around, maybe not crying.

Everyone has his own story. Who is in other people's stories, deep or shallow, more or less, is just a passer-by and a supporting role. All we have is our own story.

The moonlight pouring down like water sets off the hazy Qishui River. The cold autumn wind blows slightly, the yellow reeds rustle gently, and the ripples on the water gently swing open, blurring the figure of the young woman in the water. Standing alone on the river bank, the little sadness in my brow is more delicate, and no one can recognize the anguish in my heart.

How many years have passed, from the joy of first marriage to the sadness of today, from the innocence of girls to the maturity of today, is it really necessary to grow up like this? Maturity after repeated heart injuries.

When he was in beginning of spring, he held filar silk and told me his heart. My heart is as happy as a freshly picked green bud, and red clouds have dyed my cheeks red. Looking at him who is simple and honest, I nodded embarrassedly. Even if he didn't propose to his parents, even if he didn't find a matchmaker, even if he didn't make a dowry, I agreed, because I think I like him and he likes me. In this case, why bother all the red tape? Now think about how impulsive I was when I was young!

I crossed the water with him alone with my dowry. The river swayed and soaked my clothes, but I was full of joy and tied the knot with my beloved. What a happy thing!

Thin clouds covered the bright moon and the sky darkened slightly. The dark night seemed to hold one's breath, making people afraid to move. Tightening tight clothes, I looked at the seven waters, and my thoughts drifted to that deep memory.

Once upon a time, I was full of joy, thinking that I could find someone who could help me add clothes when I was cold, hold the quilt for me when I slept, and worry about me when I was sick. But why can this only be my dream? Since I married his wife, I have been very diligent, and so have I slept at night. Not a day goes by without this, and I think there is nothing wrong with it, but why did he become like this? Why did he become so vicious when he was simple and honest? It used to make me happy. Where did he go? Are the previous vows of eternal love, the previous sweet words and the previous happy times all false? I hope he can recover from the past again and again, and I am disappointed again and again. My heart has been stabbed countless times. After all, I don't want to hurt anymore. It's just that the past memories are so beautiful that I can't forget them.

The sky turned slightly white, and before I knew it, I had been standing on the shore of Qishui all night. What I should forget and what I should leave are still floating in the wind. His pity before marriage and his transformation after marriage showed me that love is like a bubble in water, which is fleeting and cannot stand the test of time.

Postscript: The last drop of mulberry leaves. You can't say a woman is worried.

There is a proverb in the countryside: "loofah vine, tofu brain, can't tell the difference." If you can't tell, why insist? When it is ripe, you can tell whether it is a melon or a bean. As long as it can cause a temporary entanglement, what is the need for fear?

San Mao once said: "Flowers bloom and fall, and the breeze comes." Everything you want will come to you when you are ripe, but only if you keep your heart in prison and live in a complicated vine. Whether it is a melon or a bean, Sanmao has an unruly heart since he was a child. Unlike other traditional girls, she is more eager to wander. Although the fetters of family and traditional thoughts became vines in her growth, she also lived what she wanted. Her wandering in the Sahara made me understand that there is no need to be afraid of entanglement when I grow up. forever

If you get lost in the vines, you may die. Life is already difficult, plus the extra family, communication and learning process of loofah rattan and tofu, the growth of that airtight sense of bondage is self-evident, and we can't deny it or illegally resist it. Under the current education system, towel gourd and meat beans have become the same, intertwined and confused. There is no doubt that getting lost in the intricate entanglement, or tearing off the stems and leaves, has only one result, and that is extinction.

Does not break the stems and leaves mean that you are trapped in bondage forever? No, we don't break the stem and leaf, because it comes from rational judgment. In a specific period, under a specific system, keep the initial heart, "survive" in the complicated vines and move forward steadily. At that time, it's no use worrying.

Feng Zikai said in "Don't be surprised and don't disturb life": "Don't be afraid of the future, don't miss the past. So, all right. " Life in this world is destined to face a lot of interference. Instead of dwelling on the past, it is better to live in the present and strive to grow. As for the fruit, the future will give you the answer.

The principle of "loofah, rattan, meat and bean beard" is not only applicable to personal growth, but also to social transformation. The three views of China people are condensed in the flesh and blood and in the Millennium culture. Although they have been treated unfairly, just like the indignant partiality in recent Olympic Games, there is still spirit, humility and perseverance in their bones, unnecessary external entanglement, and keeping the initial heart of sports. It may not be the gold medal, but the brilliance of human nature that finally makes China people stand firm.

As long as it can bear fruit and bear good fruit, there is no need to be afraid of it.

I once saw a black-and-white photo in an ordinary magazine, which was taken by Jiao Bo, a reporter from People's Daily, for his parents living in the mountainous area of Luzhong. I didn't know until I saw the photo description next to me that Jiao Bo took photos of his parents for more than 20 years, photographed their daily life, photographed their "sleeping through their legs", photographed their husbands and wives singing together, photographed their fathers trimming their toenails for their mothers' feet, and photographed their mothers scratching their fathers' backs ... Two years ago, the China Art Museum held the only film festival that made people cry in these years-"My father and This photo was taken for my parents when Jiao Bo's mother was critically ill this year. There are two lines of small print at the bottom of the photo: "On the 18th day of the first month, my mother was critically ill, and my father leaned down to take a temperature test. Actually ... "Why does a simple photo and two simple lines of explanation make people cry? Because it is between black and white that contains the most precious feelings in the world.

When photographers express their love, they always want to find a beautiful woman with a handsome lover, plus an exaggerated expression, or flowers a month ago, or a stream flowing through, and they are reluctant to part.

This photo shows love, but on the contrary, snow-white hair, old face and rough clothes all silently reflect ordinary beauty, but it is this ordinary beauty that shows the true meaning of love to the fullest: the white-haired father leans down and gently kisses his mother's forehead. At the moment when the chapped lips touch the wrinkled forehead, love has been silently and truly revealed. In the photo, my father's eyes have painful expressions and sad tears that I can't see, but only that moment is true, natural and harmonious. This may be the feeling of being far away from the metropolis without any pollution. My father's promise to tell his dying mother about the afterlife is not a solemn pledge of love between men and women in modern cities, but a touch of two old people, which makes me see the true meaning of love and the eternity of love.

The author didn't write too much language under the photo, because the photo itself is very infectious and doesn't need language modification. Too many words will only destroy the sincere feelings in the photos.

The photo only describes the real and natural moment, but it is this moment that brings people infinite thinking, from which I read the true eternity, ordinary preciousness, natural beauty and the true meaning of love. ...

In 2250, there will be 150 years before the earth's resources are completely exhausted. Although this has nothing to do with future people, it awakens their sense of responsibility to protect the environment. ...

They went back to the past in batches to teach people to cherish resources and protect the environment. I also met a future person-wooden wheel.

At that time, I was reading at home alone. Suddenly, I heard a whirring wind. I looked up and saw a man coming out of the dazzling light beam. At that time, I was surprised to open my mouth, but the man didn't seem to scare me enough, so he came to me in an instant. "Wow!" I fled to bed in horror. "Son, don't be afraid. I am a person who comes back from the future. My name is Wooden Wheel. " The man said kindly. After listening to this sentence, my curiosity forced me to ask him, "So, what are you ... what are you doing here?" Say that finish, he handed me a piece of paper, which read several requirements:

1, cherish the resources on the earth, do not litter or waste.

2. Garbage should be thrown into the dustbin and classified.

3, can't cut down trees, to a variety of trees, to prevent soil erosion.

After reading this paper, I nodded to him firmly. He smiled happily when he saw my agreement. After laughing, he took out a button from his pocket. When he pressed it, three things appeared in my hand. The first one looks like a miniature flashlight, the second one looks like a top, and the third one looks like an inflatable balloon. He said, "Like a flashlight, it is a garbage remover. Aim one end of the light bulb at the garbage. When you press the button, the garbage will disappear. Like a top, it is a tree planting machine. When you turn the gear, it will plant trees. Like a balloon, it is an exhaust gas absorber. When the balloon skin is compressed, waste gas and waste water will be sucked in, and clean water and air will come out after 1 second. I give you these things to protect the environment and be a little environmental guardian. " With these words, he disappeared at once, leaving only me and those magical things in the room.

I haven't told anyone about it. I feel that if we work together, our world will definitely change 180 degrees!