Senior three composition

In study, work and even life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Writing is a narrative method to express a theme through words. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here are nine senior three compositions I collected, hoping to help you.

In the contemporary era when our society is not perfect, there are still various contradictions and disadvantages. In Xia Ming's cartoon, one child needs a perfect score to get a reward, while another child is praised just for passing the exam. Obviously, this reveals the serious problem of partiality in our modern society.

Whether we attach importance to economic development, neglect environmental protection, academic achievements and neglect cultural literacy, we clearly show the incomplete development concept of contemporary people: we always attach importance to development achievements on the one hand and ignore coordinated development on the other, and favoritism can be seen everywhere.

In the education system of modern society in China, the phenomenon of son preference is more serious. Looking around the quiet and serious campus, the students bent down, buried their heads neatly in front of the desks, and worked hard to brush the questions. There were too many exercise books on the desks. The harsh teaching environment and tense learning atmosphere have unconsciously buried many students' hobbies and beautiful ideals. Although the whole campus is managed in an orderly way, the laughter of countless students is suppressed behind it. This kind of school is not a case, but the present situation of most schools in China. If we continue to let these schools focus only on grades and neglect interest cultivation, I wonder how many excellent and creative students will be destroyed and buried. Without the development of these motherland flowers, how can our future motherland innovate and develop and realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation? It can be seen that such a biased phenomenon really deserves our reflection and thinking.

Apart from the problem of the education system, it is not uncommon to show favoritism in society. A generation living in today's highly competitive and challenging society is always busy with work and desperately making money, but ignores the care of their families. It is reported that in a hospital in Hubei, a doctor who is busy with his work has never had time to go home to visit his parents because of his busy work, and his old father has to sign up silently under his son's clinic because of his strong yearning for his son. The old man finally met his son. Such a news clearly reveals that young people who are busy working hard for their jobs are more important than family ties. They always put their work first in life, but their concern for family relations is very general. Can the success of their work be exchanged for sincere affection?

We should pay attention to and think about these biased social phenomena. Only by changing one's inner unbalanced development concept can we consider and solve the problem from the overall situation. It is true that each of us has to face many different exams in our life. We should treat these exams equally and seriously, regard each exam as a vital point in life, and avoid favoring one over the other.

The society is still developing rapidly with each passing day, so let's leave our partiality far behind, and the ship of life can reach poetry and the distance smoothly.

Quiet days are the same. The sun moved from the east to the west in the sky, and a day passed. It was repeated 365 times, and a year passed. When it is repeated to 30,000 times, it will probably be a lifetime. Life is too short.

I don't know when I started. Every time the sun sets, I will look to the west from a distance. Looking up at 45 degrees, the fiery sunset has just been mapped to the eyeball, and the faint sadness of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night" will spread slowly like a thin layer of smoke, lingering in my heart.

What I couldn't understand most when chatting with old people before was why I always used what part of my body I buried in loess to explain my coming into this world. Later, when I grew up, I gradually understood the answer: a person's life is too short, just like the length of his body. Day by day, year by year, they all disappear quickly, or are buried in memory, loess, spirit or reality ... everything is irreversible, so what can we say except "bury ourselves"

I somehow chatted with a friend about youth on qq that night. He told me, "Youth is stupid, and youth is hurt." Yeah, he's right. Life is so short, how long will youth be? There are few unforgettable paragraphs. Finally, what is used to remember and mourn? A quiet and blank life cannot be called youth.

When I was a child, I thought the world was an eaves. Later, everyone wanted to see the horizon, only to find that it was a tortuous route full of thorns. Later, when I met myself, I thought of yesterday, and the past at the crossroads suddenly turned into a photo, only to understand that it was called youth. I have walked, been hurt, infatuated, crazy, happy, angry and afraid. ...

I once asked a lot of people a seemingly boring question: Today's children are mostly afraid of caterpillars and things like that, but what about 10, 20 or 50 years later? Most people are not afraid. Why is this?

There are many answers, and my favorite one is "Maybe with the change of time, they will find that there are actually more terrible things in life than caterpillars." "Time has changed, the mentality has changed, and people will eventually grow up, just like the steamed bread in the steamer will eventually expand and become bigger because of the hot air.

After a teenager's youth, no matter how vigorous it is, it will always be calm. In a short life, the most valuable thing is youth, and should we all avoid the thorns and bumps in youth? No, it's not. We should stand up and challenge. Only in this way can we face everything in the future calmly and be young and have no regrets.

Facing the west and looking up at 45 degrees, the sunset is still bright and sad, because it has spared no effort to burn the morning. ...

Someone asked, "What is fatherly love?"

Someone replied: Father's love is a pair of broad palms that lead us to grow.

However, I think fatherly love is the shining hair cream on my father's head.

I still remember that day, when I was chatting with my deskmate, the front desk suddenly turned around and told a joke (because it was too long to remember), and my deskmate and I couldn't help laughing. Laughing and laughing, suddenly a severe cough, flushed. When I began to realize the seriousness of the matter, a fishy smell came to my throat. I couldn't help but open my mouth and spit, but I saw a pool of bright red blood and my mouth was full of fishy smell.

When my deskmate began to realize my abnormality, she looked down and the blood on the ground scared her to go to the class teacher. The class teacher came to see it and was shocked. He hurriedly handed me his mobile phone and asked me to call my parents. I made a phone call and told my father about my vomiting blood. Originally, I thought my father would pick me up, because he usually said nothing, but the person I love most in my heart is me.

Unexpectedly, my father's answer on the phone made my heart die instantly. He only said lightly on the phone: "You, walk home by yourself!" "This sentence stung my heart like a needle. I suddenly choked up and vaguely replied, "All right." I hung up the phone and couldn't help blushing.

In addition, my deskmate wrote me a leave note. The head teacher hastily signed the letter and asked me, "Are my parents coming to pick me up?" I fought back my tears and replied, "I'll go home by myself." So I put my schoolbag on my back, rushed out of the classroom with a leave of absence, and set foot on my way home alone. ...

I was walking alone on my way home, and my heart ached. This road that must be taken every day is particularly long on this day. I used to think that my father loved me the most, but I seemed to respect myself very much. Otherwise, how could my father be willing to let me face it when I needed it most? It turns out that my father doesn't care about me at all. Thinking about thinking about it, I was so sad that my eyes couldn't help getting red. ...

As I was approaching the downstairs, I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling me from behind. Turning around, I saw my mother's anxious eyes. My mother explained to me that she was shopping for clothes when she got a call from her father and hurried home.

Just after listening to my mother's words, I saw my father coming towards us on a motorcycle. His appearance is so funny for the first time, because his hair is coated with black sticky liquid-hair dye cream. His shoulders are covered with leather goods for dyeing hair, and his ears are earmuffs to protect them when dyeing hair. Pinched his lips and his eyes were full of longing eyes. However, seeing my father's funniest appearance, I still feel a little uncomfortable, and a warm current keeps coming to me from the bottom of my heart. It turns out that my father didn't give up on me. It turns out that my father cares about me. It turns out that dad still loves me the most. ...

Dad stopped the car and let me and mom get on the bus. After getting on the bus, I thought my father would turn to the hospital, but I didn't expect my father to gallop directly on a one-way street. Because it's farther if you turn. This is also the fastest car my father has ever driven. I sat behind my father, leaning against his back and holding his waist, watching the sticky hair dye on his head shine in the light and stimulate my eyes. At that moment, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart was warm. A kind of sweetness called "fatherly love" spread in my heart. ...

Some people say that a father loves a mountain and is heavy and clumsy. And I think fatherly love is the hair cream on my father's head-a dark and sticky liquid. Black is because dad is not good at clumsy expression, and thick is because dad's heart is warm as water and full of love.

I think the most radiant thing I have ever seen in my life is probably the black and sticky hair cream!

The sultry weather was replaced by the cool rain. But this rain reminds me of my childhood, and I can't help shouting: My childhood playmate, do you still remember me now? !

When we were young, we three sisters were like brothers. You are old, we call you sister.

At that time, we were inseparable. We ride a stroller and fly kites in the field together; We built a fortress on the beach together; We play house together at home; We watched Tarzan of the Apes and learned how to howl like apes ... how carefree we were then!

After school, we are still together, talking about interesting things in school and pouring out our troubles in study. Every time I go to learn electronic piano, you always say a few words with confidence, look into your eyes and leave with attached eyes. Every time I accidentally fall down when I am naughty, you always pick me up and send me to the infirmary. ...

I was reluctant to let you go at that time, but you had to go far away. Your parents' separation made you and all of us sad. Your distance, your distant trip to Xinjiang, let our friendship gradually fade away.

Then you came back and lived in your mother's hometown. My former relatives and friends often visit you, but I'm the only one who doesn't. I don't have the courage, and I don't want to remember you in the face of great changes in reality.

But now you are back in the town where you have lived for many years, and you are back! Although your school is different from mine, I worry about you all the time.

I want to give birth to two milky wings, fly to your school and your class, take a look at you, my favorite when I was a child, see if your face is getting more and more beautiful, and listen to your voice, whether it is getting sweeter and sweeter.

My childhood playmate, I hope you can dream of our childhood in another school!

I am a juren and a loser.

I studied hard at the cold window for several years, working hard day and night, hoping to achieve something in my career one day, but I ended up in Sun Shan. I swore before I left home, and now I look at it with irony.

This man came to the capital like a boat, so big, but there was no place for me to stay.

"No money, nothing to say. Take your things and get out. " The door slammed and the room was as quiet as usual, leaving me disheartened outside.

Outside, there are two worlds.

I picked up the parcel, patted the dust on it and carried it on my shoulder.

Although it is late spring, it is a little cold at night. Where should I go? Where can I go? Where is the end of this long and aimless road?

It's getting dark, and this will be my first time sleeping on the street.

People come and go in the emerald garden in the suburbs, which is as lively as the bustling city. The so-called Emerald Garden is named after the flower beds that don't fade all year round. I'm curious too. What kind of person is the owner of this garden, who can make the flowers cultivated in this flower bed invincible?

"Master, give us two more cars and send the last pot of plants."

"Ok," a crisp female voice came from the small room in the yard. I can't believe that the large flower bed belongs to this gentle and lovely woman, but the scar on the brow bone ruined the delicate face.

The woman walked back and forth several times before she filled two cars with flowers, wiped her sweat with her sleeves, and looked up before she discovered my existence.

"Is this childe here to buy flowers?"

Buy flowers? Hehe, there is no place to live now, so how can I spare money to buy flowers? "I'm just curious, how did the girl stay unbeaten in this garden for four seasons and survive the storm?"

"Do you really think these flowers will not fail?" The woman's eyes were full of smiles and she dragged me into the house. "Come with me, son."

The neat rows of wooden shelves in the room are covered with buds that are about to bloom. "I am cultivating flowers and plants every day. The flowers in the garden are not withered, but they are replaced with another pot of flowers before they wither."

"People who buy flowers, their flowers will wither." I still don't understand.

"A flower and a person, life is limited. If it keeps going, it will be boring. This flower will fail, just for the next amazing bloom. Since people care about the beauty of flowers, do you still need to care so much about whether this flower will fail and when? It will bloom and be worth it. "

Then I'm young and energetic. Why should I care about a failure? The future is unpredictable. Why not take another risk?

But once, I must have been inexperienced and took the exam for another year.

"The girl's words taught me a lot. Thank you. " After thanking the girl, I set foot on the road home again.

Later, I was admitted to Juren as I wished, but it was also in that late spring that I went to Cuiyuan, but it was deserted and there was no news of the owner.

I am in a high position, enjoying all the splendor. I only remember that that woman was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life in the late spring of a certain year.

Cold and bitterness are necessities in life, but even bitter dust can fly like sand when the wind blows.

Weak water is 3 thousand. Take a ladle and drink it. Even if it is vegetation, it is also affectionate. I stood there for a long time, knowing that flowers are not flowers, but feelings.

Through the bustling streets, the noise in the air is far away from me. I am drifting away, I am at the end of the ancient town. Standing on the blue brick, surrounded by tiles, the cold and cheerless scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and the vicissitudes of tile lane make people suddenly disappointed. Is time lost in the world, or is man hidden in the world? Suddenly, the images of the Tang, Song, Yuan and Qing Dynasties emerged quietly, and time waits for no one. I can only trace the indelible mark of time.

The street corner is a completely different scene from the street. It seems that time ignores it, but it has its own dull and true feelings. Ginkgo tree stands in a corner. "I don't want to fall, but I still cherish Lao Lin." It is full of yellow, but it has a white luster. Light muscles and deep bones are simply such wild chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums in Shan Ye are more contaminated with the leisure of hermits. With the gesture of "inviting you to get together", I even went to see beautiful women.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a flower stall, and an old woman wrapped in a cold coat was alone guarding the flowers scattered all over the car. How many chills breed in my heart, such as this lonely autumn wind, with the sadness of the elderly, with the sadness of gorgeous flowers that nobody cares about.

If you want to ask about human suffering? Generally speaking, deep in the bustling ancient road, I avoided the noise of the city, but also avoided the people who bought flowers. If it weren't for me, I wouldn't have met her after so many turns. I can't help looking at the old woman. Her hair is full of silver luster, and her deep wrinkles reflect the desolation of her age. The thin shawl on the shoulder, the ears swaying in the wind, and the black and white stranger behind him have become a painting.

Just buy a bunch of wild chrysanthemums, I told myself. Holding the fragrance of Shan Ye, the old woman smiled at me. I was drunk for a while, but I didn't realize that the sunset was faint and I was close to leaving. The old woman never got a second customer. Her meager income may be a problem of keeping out the cold. Thinking, an old man with silver hair came out of the alley. Without saying a word, she took off her thin coat and wrapped it around her trembling shoulders.

The sun went down and the sky was neon red. The old woman presented a bunch of unpretentious wild chrysanthemums and gently put them in the old man's hand. The two men smiled at each other.

I turned to look at the wild chrysanthemum in my hand, and the white petals were reflected in the neon light like blood. A glance is enough. It is as deep as the life you and I have washed away.

If you plant a bitter seed, you can taste compassion and joy without attachment, or you can keep nature and taste vicissitudes until you are calm.

The sky in the south is always changing. Obviously, the sunny day just now turned into a downpour in a blink of an eye, and the rain cleared up. For the weather, this is a natural phenomenon, because it only rains on sunny days, but for science, this is the law of natural circulation. Any creature or thing has its own laws of nature. The so-called existence, things have certain mutual constraints, so existence naturally begins.

We exist in this society and always think that we can arrange the direction of the story, but we deviated from the theme of the story from the beginning, but took it for granted that the story should develop like this. So we don't know whether to say that we are too self-righteous. Or has always been taken for granted. Because we are always willing to believe that nothing can be taken for granted, we naturally exist in this world, take everything we need, and then naturally abandon what we don't need. This may be our essence, because from the beginning, everything is destined to be linked, and many possibilities or impossibilities will be taken for granted.

I don't like what I take for granted, but I enjoy it. All this may really be because existence begins with course!

My mother always said that my generation is a soilless plant. Without the nourishment of old houses and small towns, it grows fast but has no spirit. So she took the trouble to drag me to walk in the old city, saying that only by being down-to-earth can we have a little soul, and people with spirit and soul can spit out youth.

When I first arrived in Mudu, it seemed simpler than those "newly built old towns" I had visited before. At least most shopkeepers are locals, and the local old people live in mixed houses between shops.

I wanted to go to the Dragon Palace to enjoy the elegance of that year, but I arrived early and didn't open the door yet. I was hungry. I walked along a stone road in front of the palace and looked around, looking for an early shop.

Almost all the streets are shops of costume photography, which is a trick for the ancient town to attract tourists. It is a necessary behavior for many tourists to put on ancient costumes to take pictures at the water's edge and click to freeze and send friends. Mudu is no exception, and I'm not surprised. I saw a pair of iron chopsticks next to an antique teapot, which is really neither fish nor fowl. And these have become strong evidence for me to refute my mother: do you think you can find your so-called spirit and soul in those ancient towns?

There is a man standing by the river.

Dressed in cloth, hands behind her back, quietly looking at the river. On some cold mornings, people who leave early are a little timid, maybe a little cold. He is not tall and a little wobbly.

The shop behind the middle-aged man is in the style of a century-old house, with mottled paint on the door and a plaque hanging on it: "Centennial Black Rice".

I don't think so. There are too many so-called century-old shops. Nowadays, businesses always try to attract customers with pseudonyms. Just hungry, I didn't want to go any more, so I went into the store and left the rice alone.

The middle-aged man heard something behind him, turned into the shop, told me to sit down with my mother and said to wait a little longer. Black rice is still cooking in the pot, and it is boring if it is not completely cooked. It turns out that he is the master.

There was no one else in the shop, and his mother began to talk to him.

"Go up the mountain at four o'clock to pick southern candle leaves, smash rice at five o'clock, and cook at six o'clock." In the morning, his working hours were understated. "For more than 30 years, I took over this store from my father. It's like this every morning. I am used to it. "

I am surprised by this almost primitive management method, and I am also curious that there are such sober people and quiet hearts in this world of red dust that has been disturbed one after another. His youth, compared with countless things that have changed, is surprisingly simple.

"I just want to keep this store. This craft was handed down by my ancestors, and I want to keep him. " At the moment of speaking, his eyes flashed with fatigue and firmness.

The feelings of the ancient town, which were killed without a trace by countless "ancient town photography", warmed this small world in this cold autumn morning.

There has been no price increase for more than ten years, and there is no branch, because I am afraid of smashing the brand; The process is complicated and tiring. Hanging the intangible heritage certificate on the wall may also become a burden invisibly. Children are attracted by the busy world and can't stand such loneliness. Whether it can be passed on or not is unknown.

The youth of middle-aged people is long gone, and there are wrinkles on their foreheads and necks.

After the black rice is cooked, every grain of rice presents a crystal-clear and full purple color. They absorbed the fragrance of southern candle leaves and the hardships of middle-aged people. They are natural, unpretentious and steaming before me. This shop has a purple smell.

Sipping black rice in this small room. Outside, the river flows quietly. The vicissitudes, loneliness, prosperity and excitement of the century-old town seem to be related to this small world. The horn of the tour guide came with the wind: "What we are going to enter now is a century-old shop featuring black rice. This is the only one in the whole ancient town that sells black rice for five yuan a bowl. Everyone can try it. "

With the noise, the middle-aged man stood up and adjusted his clothes, as if he were a famous actor about to play, full of energy. At this moment, it seems that his youth is back.

The crowd roared away like a tidal wave, leaving a table of leftover black rice. Middle-aged people bent down to clean up, and the store became silent. My mother and I didn't talk, but quietly and slowly ate up the black rice in the bowl.

The shopkeeper smiled when we returned the empty bowl to him. Maybe he understands our thoughts. He smiled brilliantly: "Nothing, I can keep this store."

"Keeping" is the hardest thing, right? Hold on inch by inch. At this moment, the spirit and soul that my mother wants me to look for stand clearly in front of me. Walking out of the shop, looking back at the middle-aged man, recalling his words that were firmly put into practice through hot air and water in the dark room, his rickety back gradually became tall.

"There is a beautiful flower in the world, blooming with youth ..." A faint song came from the photo studio next door, crossing the cold atmosphere of the old city.

My heart, burning.

It was very late that night. We just came to Weihai and lived by the sea.

The next morning, as soon as we opened the window, the endless sea appeared before us.

My mother and I got up early and went to the seaside to pick up shells. Along the beach, stepping on soft sand, we walked a long way. The sea is so blue, like an endless mirror, connected with the blue sky in the distance.

"Shall we go back?" "ok!" So, I walked in front and my mother followed. On the way back, I began to collect shells seriously. Suddenly my mother shouted:

"I found a live starfish!" In the cheerful shouts of my mother, I rushed over and was very excited! Because in the seaside days, we can only pick up some shells, and beautiful starfish can only be seen in the stalls.

"Where, where?" "Look, here it is!" Mom quickly called me over. "What a lovely purple starfish!" I quickly took it and quickly soaked it in seawater.

Back to the hotel, I put the starfish in a bottle. The bottle is filled with Shanghai water and put it on the table. Many children looked around admiringly, and some even brought their families. I'm very proud.

A starfish has five horns, each with a different length. Starfish have many tiny tentacles in their abdomen. Although its antenna is less than two millimeters, it has a strong adsorption capacity and can be adsorbed on any object, so that it will not be washed away by violent waves.

The color of starfish is usually orange, and the starfish I picked up is purple.

I asked the waiter aunt if starfish could be kept, and my aunt said it could only be kept until noon. I am sad. Why can it only be kept until noon? I want my starfish to live longer and take it back to my classmates.

After dinner, we got on the bus to visit Liu Gongdao. Of course, I won't forget the lovely starfish. After getting on the bus, I put the starfish away and sat down.

I need to get off and change boats to go sightseeing in Liu Gongdao. When I went by boat, I took a starfish with me. After a long walk, my mother found that I had brought a starfish. She said to me angrily, "Are you out to play or watch starfish?" It would be nice to put it in the car and play it again. I knew I wouldn't tell you when I picked it up. I'll tell you when it dries! Starfish dried up and died! ) So, my mother picked up the bottle, emptied the water and kept knocking on the bottle, trying to take the starfish out to dry. I cried when I watched the poor starfish being tossed and turned! My aunt who came with me kept coaxing me, and my mother walked ahead and ignored me. Later, my mother saw that I was crying pitifully, so she had to pour some seawater into the bottle.

When I was about to board the cruise ship, I asked my mother for a bottle of starfish and held it tightly in my hand.

Mom got on the boat alone, and I followed her all the time, but she still ignored me until we got on the boat. Mother asked, "Is the starfish still alive?" I said:

"The bottle can't stop!" Mom said, "I'm sorry! I was wrong just now. " I didn't say anything, just silently shed tears. Seeing that I was still crying, my mother said, "Don't cry, I'm just angry because you like to come out with toys as usual." This is my fault. Come on, let me see! "

I handed the starfish to my mother, who looked at it and said; "It will be all right!"

After listening to my mother's encouragement, I am no longer sad.

There are many scenic spots in Liu Gongdao. Every time I go to a scenic spot, I always hold the bottle with starfish carefully. But because many tourists collided with each other, someone accidentally touched me while walking and the bottle fell to the ground. Although I quickly picked it up, the water was almost used up, and the sea water could no longer drown the starfish. At this time, I was in a hurry, and my mother began to help me find seawater in a hurry. There is not much water on the island, so I'm not sure if it is seawater. My mother dipped it in her finger to tell. My mother and I have made a lot of efforts for starfish. After a day of ups and downs, the starfish finally lived to the evening. We are really happy about this!

Unfortunately, when I got up early the next day to see it, it was already dead, and I was very sad. I had to take it out as a specimen. Although it is dead, the surprise of finding it, raising it and observing it remains in my memory.

I miss my starfish.